#to stop feeling bad afterwards rip man

[nichoswrld]

first time with &team

pairing boyfriend!&team legal line x afab reader

warnings protected sex, virginity loss, foreplay, aftercare, making out, one mention of food (breakfast), oral (f receiving), dry humping, showering together (non-sexual), i got carried away with some of these oops !!

playlist a little death - the neighborhood

note requested here, don’t be shy and go drop an ask !!

kei

kei may give off demon in the bedroom vibes, but he’s really just a sweetheart who wants to give you a good time. he’s such a gentleman, he takes you to a nice candlelit dinner at a restaurant, but you two don’t make it to the bedroom before the foreplay starts. right when you get home you find yourself pressed against the door, kei’s mouth pressed against yours. his teeth and tongue make you dizzy and disoriented so you don’t pay much mind when he lifts you into his strong arms and carries you to the bedroom. he lays you down gently, and kisses down your body with fervor. he gives you multiple orgasms that night, cleaning you up while you lay exhausted on the bed before coming back to hold you until you both fall asleep.

fuma

fuma doesn’t have sex with you until well after the first “i love you.” don’t get him wrong, he wants you every moment he’s with you, but the man has incredible restraint. he needs to make sure you’re absolutely certain you want him to take your virginity. when the night finally comes, he surely makes it special. there’s flower petals leading up to the bed, fresh satin sheets, vanilla-scented candles, the whole shebang. he eats you out as foreplay, and is gentle and sweet the whole way through. he asks you if you’re doing okay a few times and makes sure you know it’s perfectly okay to want to stop at any time. gives the best aftercare as well, carrying you to the bath and washing you both before tucking you into bed for cuddles.

nicholas

oh he jumps right into it. it happens randomly one night while you’re both listening to music, you on his lap while he probably games, and the lyrics turn sexual and you’re both turned on. you share one look and your lips are locked. he spins you around so that you’re straddling him and you grind against each other for a bit. when you move to the bed, he eats you out like a starved man. you literally have to remind him to take it slow because he nearly rips your clothes off. he does nottt care, he just wants you so bad. he remembers to be gentle, though, it’s your first time and he would never want to hurt you (unless it’s pleasurable but we’ll cover that another time). nearly forgets aftercare pt1 because he’s so tired after, but he makes sure to at least get you in the shower and change the sheets so you both can sleep in a clean bed (just to dirty it again the next morning pls).

euijoo

euijoo is the sweetest boy. he overthinks the whole thing- changing the sheets several times to make sure the color is just right, keeping wine on hand in case you need a bit of liquid courage, and even buying color changing led lights to set the mood. he loves you so so so much and just wants the night to be perfect for you both. when you get to the room, he lays you down and you make out for a while before he gives you head that leaves you within an inch of your life (biggest ej munch enthusiast!!). he’s so serious while taking the your clothes off after, you may have to crack a few jokes to release the tension. once he’s inside of you, he’s the softest man alive. he whispers words of praise in your ears like “you feel so good.” “so tight for me.” is serious about aftercare too, makes sure you get a nice warm shower after and you do skincare together afterwards. expect the warmest cuddles after, and to wake up to breakfast in bed.

yuma

yuma finds it so hard to hold back and be gentle once you’re undressed. that’s why he’ll make sure you have some foreplay - something like over-the-clothes dry humping, or kissing down your body so you can get used to his touch. when it’s finally time to have sex, he softens up a bit, remembering you’re very inexperienced yourself, and is gentle with every touch. every thrust, ever caress, and every handhold- all soft, to the point where you literally have to verbalize that you want more. from then on, he’s the opposite of soft. almost forgets about aftercare pt2 because he’s so happy. says “i love you” about a million times. you can’t walk the next day, but it’s okay because it was the night of your life.

jo

jo is so very nervous, you’d probably have to take the lead most of the time. he’s just really large, as we know (in multiple ways…) and doesn’t want to hurt you. you’d be watching a movie or something on the couch, and having discussed beforehand that this was the night, you grow impatient and end up straddling his lap before the movie even ends. you’d make out for a bit, and probably end up making love on the couch for the first time, then again on the bed. jo definitely has good stamina (inspired by the waterbomb pics) and can go multiple rounds. for aftercare, he’d do things differently than the rest and try eating you out to bring you to your third orgasm of the night. probably cums himself too because it’s such a sight, you all fucked out for him on the bed. then, you take a shower and eat some ice cream, drink plenty of water, and finish the movie in bed finally (you both probably knock out before the end but it’s okay).

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[keto-keyes]

Slytherins with a non!Deatheater S/O

Imagine/preference

The Slytherins are down bad for their partners. So how do they rip off the band aid and break the news that secretly, they're all bad?

Mattheo Riddle:

We all know he's a bad boy with a bad attitude

...except around his S/O

He doesn't try to hide the blood on his hands, but uses the excuse "I was protecting you"

He does actually do it to protect you, don't worry

His dad threatens to end you if he refuses to do his Deatheater duties

So he makes sure to keep you around him whenever he can to make sure you can't get hurt

Our boy stresses the heck out whenever you get even the smallest bit injured

It might start fights sometimes between the two of you, but you KNOW this mamas boy would never lay a hand on you in the wrong way

If you try to join, he discourages it

He doesn't want to psychologically scar you

lots of time together whenever he can kick his dad outta his mind

Then he holds you tight like he's gonna lose you

Don't ever stop loving this man, alright?

Tom Riddle:

It's kinda impossible for you not to know about his...situation

It's all anybody talks about when you're around

But he only wants to protect you

So he makes sure to keep you distracted whenever he must get the job done

He'll take you dancing, or go shopping afterwards

sometimes you might need to clean him up after a scuffle

he lets you, but only if you promise not to ask how he got the injuries

His dad also threatens him with losing you and he could never be complete without his S/O safely in his arms

if somehow you get tangled in his mess of deatheater-ness, he will sacrifice EVERYTHING for you

his only thought is to keep you safe

Theodore Nott:

He doesn't tell you he's a Deatheater until you meet his friends

That's right, he didn't let you meet his friends

not at first

after you meet them, it's kinda like momentum until he finally tells you he's a deatheater

he definitely expects you to hate his ass, but you don't so he's hopeful

he smokes to forget all the horrible things he does.

he does it more once he finally confesses, but tries not to when you're around.

dw, his stoic attitude when you ask him about being a deatheater isn't him being uncaring

he just forgot how to feel remorse after being a human murder weapon for so long.

it's like torture for him, and he hates it

So care for him please, as best you possibly can

Draco Malfoy:

He's probably the most affected by the deatheater thing

If you're dating him, either you're younger than him or your families are close.

So you know all about the deatheater thing

he pretends having a dangerous father is a good thing

like, he can destroy draco's enemies in an instant,

but... he could also force you to join Voldemort, and that's something that can never happen.

you have to either be holding his hand or his cheek AT ALL TIMES,

otherwise his anxiety causes him to start shaking

he'll whisper all his worries as he weeps himself to sleep, and sometime you catch him doing it

his dad only protected him for so long, now it's your turn

Blaise Zabini:

He doesn't talk about it

ever

even when you two have been dating for a while, he doesn't mention it

it's not your problem, it's his

and he wants it to stay that way for as long as possible

he's afraid telling you will somehow lead to Voldemort knowing, and holding it against him

especially since the only thing Voldemort's actually threatening him with is death. extremely painful death.

so he doesn't even mention it.

you know though. you know how painful killing and torturing is for him.

it tears him apart, almost to the point where he wants to smoke with theo

sometimes he wishes desperately that he could tell you everything, but he's scared you would be in danger.

so he stays quiet and lets the anguish build

he doesn't crack. ever

he stays stoic and silent. caring

Pansy Parkinson:

she doesn't like to bother you with the gorey details,

but sometimes they slip out

she breaks down all the time. it's traumatising

but she can't really articulate what she feels

so she just cries as you hold her to your chest/side

yeah, idk i didn't really have any ideas for pansy

Lorenzo Berkshire:

he may be a little flouncy at times, but he cares about your wellbeing enough to protect you

its his main goal in life

so he tries to keep himself between you and the others for as long as possible. like theo

its less of a "you don't need to know them"

and more of a "what? other people? who needs people when I'm your cute bf?" while waving his hands in front of you so you focus on him

he lets you wash his cuts for him

and do his hair in consolidation for not being by your side for a few hours.

Voldemort really can't touch enzo without hurting you.

So he keeps his mouth shut about it a lot.

sweet boy livin in a cruel world, what can i say

[haorose]

what do you do think the boys top kinks are?

i was waiting for this oneee 🤭 (may have gotten carried away w some of them oops)

zerobaseone legal line’s top kinks:

jiwoong

biting/marking: mainly chose this bc of the vampire drama he was in 😵‍💫 jiwoong LOOOVES to leave marks all over your body, practically claiming you as his. he loves the little whines you let out when he bites you, smirking against your skin. your noises keep him going, “gotta mark what’s mine, yeah?”

ice play: listen just heart me out,, i’m a firm believer that he’d rather use ice than wax mainly because he would LOVE to see you shiver at the touch. your whimpers and whines from the cool feeling only would make you wetter and of course jiwoong sees that. he’d trail it down your body all the way to your core, stopping on purpose 🥴

zhang hao

fingering: in my opinion, he has the prettiest hands and he KNOWS he has such pretty hands. so when you say with the shyest voice, “i want you to finger me hao,” how could he resist that? he would love to see how much you can take, “think you can take one more, love?” without even realizing, you nodded your head,, a lewd moan releasing from your lips as he now has 3 fingers in you. he’d give you kisses with each thrust, “you’re doing so good for me.”

dollification: he loves his pretty doll and loves ruining his pretty doll. seeing you all dressed up in a short, frilly pink skirt, knee highs, and a bow corset top would have him weak in the knees for you. “fuck baby.. let me ruin you, yeah?” all you could was whine, nodding your head “p-please..” and to that, hao gently took off your clothes, not wanting to rip them since you just look so so cute. he’d definitely go shopping with you, picking out the shortest yet cutest tops and skirts he could find.

hanbin

breath play: i believe in the ‘harddom! hanbin’ agenda so he would definitely love choking you. not to the point it hurts, but just enough to make your panties soaked and begging for him to do something. sometimes you’d reach a hand to hold his wrist, biting your lip as you looked up at him. it would send him over the moon, you look so sexy under him.

pussy spanking: please HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE. he wouldn’t do often, only if you’d been teasing him or pushing his buttons. not that you mind, his hand going right on your clit with every spank. “it’s supposed to be a punishment but you like it so much, huh?” he’d mock your moans and begs, smirking at the way your face flushed and mouth hung open. “such a dirty brat.”

matthew

spanking: okay listen, he is 100% an ass man you cannot tell me otherwise! big or small, flat or large, he does not care! he just loves ass. at any point in time, whether it’s in public, in private, sleeping, eating etc.. , his hand is on your ass. he would LOVE doggy style,, being able to look at your ass, smacking it until his red hand print leaves a mark. he’d kiss it afterwards, maybe leaving some hickeys on it too. if you bend over in front of him, oh best believe you’re being carried to the bed 🥴

over stimulation: he’d only do this with your consent of course, but when you do he can’t get enough of it. the way you beg him to stop, yet your body begs for more of him is enough to get him hard again. “t-too much..” you’d say as you kept fucking into his fingers, your next high approaching. “looks like you still want more, but i can stop.” you shake your head ‘no’, a smirk on his lips as he thrusted his fingers faster.

taerae

edging+begging (f. receiving): we’ve seen how much taerae is a tease and of course that doesn’t stop at you. he wants to hear how bad you want to cum, how bad you want him. “mm i don’t know angel, i think you need to do better than that.” he says with his sweet smile, pulling out as you gripped the sheets. “please taerae! need you so so much, please!” eyes watering from the loss of pleasure, he hummed in amusement. “atta girl, that’s what i wanted to hear.”

dacryphilia: this kind of goes with the last one, he’d love seeing his pretty angel cry for him. when you first started fucking, he got worried when he saw your tears. “did i hurt you angel?” you’d shake your head immediately “n-no, just feels so good.” and from that moment, he loved it.he’d kiss your tears, telling you how well you’re doing for him. “shh baby, it’s okay. you’re doing so good for me.”

ricky

mirrors: he loves looking at his pretty baby all fucked out for him and forcing you to look. if you even dare look away, he’ll tug your hair or grip your chin, forcing you to look back at the mirror “ah, ah, eyes on the mirror, baby. don’t you want to see how good i’m fucking you?” bonus points for when you visit him at the practice room when he’s alone, fucking you in front of the big mirror. even though you don’t say it, you love it so much.

tit play: same as matthew, he doesn’t care if they’re big or small he just loves boobs. especially your boobs. he’d ask to fuck your boobs, to which you said “why not?” not realizing it would become both of your favorite things. he mark all over them, suck your nipples until they’re hard, play with them, anything you can imagine. it’s his favorite place to cum, as if he painted a canvas.

gyuvin

size kink: you can’t look at me and say he doesn’t have a size kink.. this man is so fucking tall. even if you were around his height, he’d still have it because this man is PACKING. he is the perfect length, width, and not to mention it’s just so pretty. the way your pussy swallows his dick sends him in a frenzy, “shit, you can take it all yeah? i know you can.”

blindfold: you both wanted to try something new and he suggested blindfolding. you were a little hesitant at first and he reassured you, kissing your cheek. “we don’t have to, but if you do want to, i promise i’ll go easy, okay?” you ended up giving in thanks to his words, your nerves replaced with excitement and pleasure. you didn’t know what he was going to do and that was enough to send waves of arousal through your body. he loves being able to surprise you with his touch.

gunwook

thigh riding: this man has some nice thighs, so when you suggested that you wanted to ride them, he couldn’t have been more happy. he’d keep a hold on your waist, helping you move back and forth against his thigh. you knew it was going to feel good, but not that good. you’d feel your high quickening, to which he’d move his thigh a bit, leaning back as he watched you. “that’s it darling, make a mess on my thigh.”

cockwarming: this is for when he gets just a little lazy, asking if he can just keep his dick inside you. he loves when you move slightly, letting out a soft groan. though i do think he gets just a teeny bit impatient, slowly fucking into you. being the tease he is, he will stop which would cause you to whimper. “not yet baby, i promise i’ll fuck you soon.”

[circeyoru]

Unwanted Soul _ Part 2 = Requested

[Yandere!Alastor x Owner of his Soul!Reader]

The Request

Part 1 — Part 2 (here) — Part 2.5 (ask) — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5

You were supposed to wish for Alastor’s defeat, supposed to revel in Alastor’s humiliation. But no, the last moment, when it came down to it, you appeared before the first man and leader of the exterminations out of a tornado of blank pages. You stared down at Adam while Alastor recovered behind you, ears pinned

As much as Alastor’s devotion and twisted love disgusted and caused you to constantly shiver from, you didn’t exactly see an issue since he wasn’t directly harming you or making your life unbearing to the point of wanting to off yourself like the times in your life above. You’d never admit, but you liked having Alastor around and the fact that you have his soul now, made you even more willing to keep him around

Pages flew around you while you held your opened notebook in one hand while your dominate hand held onto your quill. You have always loved the way the feather moves whenever you write. While Adam taunted Alastor for being protected by someone insignificant, you scribbed over the blank page and summoned your angelic weapons, firing it mercily at Adam without stopping

Rare rage of Adam harming Alastor and fear of Alastor’s disappearance became your drive to act. You wouldn’t have acted if it weren’t for the fact that Alastor, an Overlord and The Radio Demon, was willing to spend so long with little ol’ you and even go as far as to give you his soul

You couldn’t just stand idly by while Alastor was going to actually die by your orders. Sure you like the idea of redemption for demons, but you aren’t going to do it yourself, nor will you let what’s considered yours to be taken away by something you hardly care for

“Oh, my dear, how I’d love to be at least standing side by side with your love for that hobby you consume yourself with.” Alastor had once said, long long before he gave you his soul “As if that could happen.” You had once said aloud, thinking in your heart that you’d die before ever letting a physical person or sinner this close to you again. “You can keep dreaming.” “In my dreams, we are something much more, darling.” Alastor cooed close to you, putting down one of your favourite dishes you hardly have the time or energy to buy or make yourself. His grin grew as you inspected it before delightfully partaking in it with a hum of satisfaction. “I do think I can make it into a reality. Just give me some time.” You glare back at him, turning away from him with your food in hand. Your face heated up a bit, as did the tip of your ears. You’d never admit to him, he has a way with words, and sometimes your heartstrings

Out of your blinded rage and fear, as well as your sudden adrenaline, you failed to keep track of the pages used for your conjuring until you were trying to rip the hardcover of your notebook. You paused, as did your attack on Adam

As if karma was playing a hand to laugh in your face, Adam attacked you head on in your moment of disbelief and shock. Having your powers and energy exhausted, you took the hit head on. A deep gash appearing from one shoulder blade diagonally down to your side, you dropped your notebook cover and quill as you fell to your knees, spatting out blood

“I’m ending this broadcast!” Alastor roared as he traveled through the shadows to you, his shadow grabbing your abandoned belongings before he brought you to safety. The taunting laugh of Adam ringing in your ears as darkness swallowed you up while warmth covered a side of you

You didn’t know where you were, but you were positive Alastor was bringing you to safety even when he himself was in a bad shape. You let yourself hang limb in his arms, feeling more and more tired. You once told him you like having a relationship like Ciel and Sebastian’s but a bit different, you can imagine that’s why Alastor was acting the way he was afterwards

When you told him you’re fine and just a bit tired. He held back snapping at you, his hold on you even tighter. He wants you healed, he needs you healed. You can’t leave him. You just can’t. Why were you there in the first place, he would have been able to deal with it and proved to you he was strong. Can’t you see he was willing to do anything to return back to your side?

Red doesn’t suit you. No. You were much lovelier in the comforts of your home, where you were safe and happy with that entertainment you love. He was content with just being by your side and being the only one you interact with. He found you and you found him. It was as simple as that, it was going to be you and him

When Alastor made it back to his radio tower, though destroyed and sat at the bottom of a hill, he leaned you against his chest, holding you with one arm while his other searched through his drawers. Finally taking out a few pages with one word on them. They were all gifts from you to him should be be injured, he was glad he never had to use it

He placed the pages over your wound and watched as they faded out and turned to sparks, the majority of the wound slowly disappeared with time and he covered you with his coat. When you were healed, he hugged you close, too tight as you’d whisper to him

Yet he didn’t loosen his grip on you. Your eyes opened, albeit still droopy from the lack of energy and immense tiredness all over your system. You raised a hand and patted the back of his head, you hummed softly, just as you did before when he was being healed for his wounds

“I’m not leaving you, darling. Never.” Alastor spoke as his body shook, you barely registered his words as your eyes threatened to close. “If you threaten to destroy my soul, I’ll lock you in my staff and keep you there with me. I’m not losing you, dear Pager. I won’t allow it.”

You somewhat nodded, Alastor had always been overly protective and obsessive with your health, wellbeing, and mostly safety. He’d say the darkest things he’d do to you to get you shaking, you’re used to it, it was his way of caring. As pitiful and sad as it is, no one had care like this for you

Your eyes closed as you gave him his order, “Alastor, I’m removing that no seeing me rule.” You muttered, positive he heard every word even with the lack of responses. “You know, I’ve missed your cooking. Your presence in my apartment. I’ve missed you.”

You remember a tightening hug before you fell into a deep slumber

“Darling. You’re unusually free today.” Alastor remarked as his eyes follow you strolling back and front the living room to the hallway where your bedroom and other rooms were.  “Yeah, well, I watched and read all I wanted.” You complained, “Now I’m just walking around to remember if I missed anything.” You paused in your pacing and went over to Alastor’s side. “What are you making this time?” “Some cookies, dear, you said you have been craving some and the shops were out of them. So why not make some instead?” Alastor laughed as he continued to mix the mixture till it was well done. You glanced to the baking book in front of him, then back at his smiling face that you had grown accustom to already. Even that grin smile that scared the living daylights out of you, especially when he was waking you up from your sleep. “But I can’t finish this much.” “You can merely throw it in the trash, my dear.” Alastor stated easily. “But you’re making it with so much care.” You looked down at the dough that had formed, ignoring the way Alastor was staring at you. Your shorter height was definitely an advantage here. “I don’t want to throw away something you made with your time and energy. Considering your cooking, I think your baking would be nice too.” Alastor laughed, wrapping a hand around you to pull you close. You had flinched, but then relaxed a bit. “Dearest dear, your praise is too much. However, if you can’t finish it, there’s no use in keep them when they turn bad.” “Then we can share it with the neighbo—” “My doe.” You heard the static grew, feeling Alastor’s grip on you tightened but not enough to give you a bruise or a wound. “This treat is made for you and not for those sickening souls. I rather burn them to ash than let another taste these.” You sighed, somewhat expecting this already. “Why not compromise? You dislike sweets and I dislike that deer meat, uh.. Venison? That you love. I’ll try your dish and you eat these cookies with me. Sounds fair?” Seeing Alastor eying you with narrowed eyes, you rolled your eyes and shrugged off the loosen hold, “I’ll also make the cookies with you, since I got nothing to do at the moment.” That seemed to spark something in Alastor as his smile turned genuine. “Now how can I refuse such an attractive offer.” You looked away, pushing down that bubbly feeling as you kept a straight face while you spoke softly, “If you left me like you would when you’re already healed.” At that, Alastor took your hands in his, bringing you to the living room as his shadows shifting away any furniture in the way and twirled you around. A sudden darker toned soundtrack playing, presumably from his staff with a microphone on top. His silence to your comment was unusual, usually he’d be laughing it off or denying it. Now he was just being unusually quiet. The dark track that was play wasn’t helping the way you felt unnerved and a bit chilly. His twirling and dancing changed to a slow sway as the music transition to that of a classical piece. Finally, he spoke, “My darling Pager. If I give you my soul, will you believe in my devotion and love for you?” Your head snapped up from looking at his chest, you wanted to shout at him for suggesting such a thing, but your shock was grounded when you saw the smile on Alastor’s face. By now you had known, even while he’s smiling, he wasn’t always ‘happy’ or in power. It was like a mask for him, a mask you’d see through. You looked away, having tried to get out of his grip but he held you with an iron grip. “Don’t joke about that. Soon, you’ll be back out, doing your Overlord things and being the feared Radio Demon like you love.” “And leave a precious soul like you behind with no one to care for? Never, my dear. Perhaps in your nightmares.”

When the hotel was newly rebuilt, Alastor had his appearance, holding tightly on his staff that contained you from inside. He didn’t let anyone near his staff and by extension, you. He kept up appearance even though Charlie and a few others were asking what transpired on the hotel roof when he was battling Adam. They saw your powers, but at least they didn’t see you

“A little magic trick to confuse that rascal angel. It seems I underestimate the man.” Alastor answered, shocking others that he admitted to his fault. Especially Husk who was suspicious of his change in attitude. “Now, may I pick my room? I would love to redecorate, if that’s alright with you.”

Charlie nodded along, telling Alastor of his new radio tower as well. He ignored how it was opposite to Lucifer’s but there was more pressing matters. He took up another room nearby, that would be yours, and reconstructed your bedroom down to the letter. When everything was done, he laid you down on the bed, still asleep

Alastor would read to you while you were still in your slumber, when he takes a pause from his reading, he’d check your wound to see if you were healing and not dying. When he wasn’t in the room, he’d leave behind his shadow and staff to play those anime you love so much. As much as he wanted to play with your unique technological devices, he had no idea who to operate them and he didn’t want to mess up your stuff

While this wasn’t new, you sleeping for longer periods of time to heal and replenish your energy due to over-exhausting your powers, this was the first time you were heavily wounded and by holy powers no less. He doesn’t know what to do and he wasn’t going to risk others knowing he had someone sleeping in a spare room that he took up

“Wow. So this is who you’ve been talking too. No wonder you were more talkative than usual.” Lucifer stood over your slumbering form with his hands behind his back. Alastor immediately had his black tentacles pushing Lucifer away from you and at a wall farthest from you as he summoned a barrier around you. “Protective too!” Lucifer remarked, unaffected by the situation. “Should have known our dear Page Demon here is more capable of gaining allies.” “Get out.” Alastor growled a warning “I bet you don’t know how to wake sleeping beauty up.” Lucifer taunted, “I mean, this slumber and your pathetic desperate self is amusing and all, but I can’t let the Page Demon die.” Alastor’s mind was racing. Die? You were dying? But the wound was, is, healing. You were looking better and better with ecah day. He didn’t even feel his bond with you weakening. “What do you mean?” Lucifer shrugged off the tentacles and pushed them away, twirling his staff before planting it in front of him and leaning against it, “Our dear Page Demon here was once my informant, you know? Got a lot of secrets and knowledge you can never imagine, but I respect the quitting and gave a wonderful apartment and money so there’s a comfortable life, see?”

That’s how you were never worried about money or the fact that your apartment was the only one this big and well off, compared to the others around your place. Not to mention you were in such a secluded spot in the Pride Ring that not many demons knew who he was nor do they care. You were even more showy with your powers to conjure angelic weapons too

The King of Hell gave Alastor the hint to drown you in knowledge so you could soak up energy, you were a unique one, the both of them agreed. But at this point, Alastor was willing to try anything to save you from death and leaving him

What the two did was this. Build a barrier around the bed, making it like a tank, then they worn out pages from various books and documents. The finale was dumping them all over you like a heavy blanket. You were literally drowning in pages now. It would be ridiculous to anyone that walked in on this

“Okay, now all we need is blood.” Lucifer nodded at the handy work. “You want to be the one to do it or…” “Ha! Is that still a question?” Alastor glared at Lucifer’s suggestion “Well, I mean. If Page Demon here takes my blood, there’s gonna be immunity built up. But, your call I guess.”

In the end, both of them dripped blood onto the countless pages around you. It was almost like a breathtaking art piece to admire. According to Lucifer, it’ll take a while. As for how he knew about this method, he was informed about it from you it seems

While Alastor was offended that you didn’t tell him, he understood that it was because you have yet to meet them then. Even so, he can’t deny that you still had your guard up around him even after he gave you his soul to command. It was that element of a duel personality you had that intrigued him

You were lazy and simplistic, yes. You have a mundane life that will bore him to death yet you hate bored yourself. Then there was your keen and observant self, like a flip side of you, or a darker side of you. Though it was rare for him to see, you were very possessive of your belongings and would rather destroy them yourself than have someone else take it from you. There was so much contradictory in your case that interested him so, too much that he fallen too badly for you

He knew the present you to a T. But he never knew the you before him, your history was something you kept close to yourself. Even more so when it came to your human life. All he know was that you were extremely against forming connections with people and that was a knowledge he loved learning about. Only when it was applied on others and not him

Still, he didn’t care. It was you that saved him and given him what he lacked. He wished the two of you met earlier, then again, he might have tried to take you as one of the many souls under him or taken you to torture for his broadcast. So he was fine with the way things were

“Darling…” Alastor’s breath was caught by an invisible force, he felt himself frozen on the spot while the door closed behind him “Alastor.” You spoke, though your speech a bit slurred and your glaze was a bit jumpy and fuzzy, you were awake. “This looks like my room, but I’m positive it’s not.”

No words were exchanged as Alastor lunged at you, hugging onto you so tightly. Your eyes widened, barely having the time to catch his form while the pages flew all over the place from his actions. This scene was familiar, he was hugging you this tightly before you entered your slumber mode. You hugged him back, ignoring the way your face was in his chest

Time stilled and so did the two of you. While Alastor was hugging the living daylights out of you, your memories replayed itself, as did your realization to your feelings for the red demon. You came to terms with it, you really did. How ironic when you were the one judging the characters in the stories you read and watch

“Alastor, I’m back.”

“Welcome back, my dearest love.”

Note: Wa la~ Done! Hope it is to your liking guys! I added a bit of other moments and extra end, cause just the battle scene was not enough and there was more to write! (I'm too lazy to separately post them, there's that)

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Your Husband Is A What?

Damian/Duke is trapped in a weapon (like one of those cool big ass anime swords) and it's up to Danny to get him back to normal.

Travelling back to the past seemed fun but unfortunately all the other heroes think he's a little crazy, and yes, he may have a few screws loose but his husband really is trapped in this weapon damnit.

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How they met could be made into a book with the title Love At First Fight, because that's exactly how they met each other.

Danny had taken a route that was basically a dark alley, so there really wasn't no surprise when a couple of guys tried to rob him. Well, Danny was not one to back down and with a trusty steel pipe he found right next to the dumpster he began taking them down.

In the aftermath Danny's jeans had become ripped jeans but he wasn't sure if they could be considered proper clothing to wear anymore, which pissed him off so he got one more hit in with the steel pipe to the nearest man next to him.

Footsteps as light as they were still alerted Danny to one more thief in his vicinity. Without much hesitation he turned swiftly and dashed towards his opponent. Steel meet steel as his attacker counteracted his attack with a weapon of their own. Danny still had powers though, so using a bit more strength he sent the other's weapon flying in another direction, giving him the opportunity to strike.

He didn't know when he lost his own weapon but somehow him and his attacker were now fist fighting on the floor. It was only after the adreneline had calmed down somewhat that Danny was able to see he was fighting one of Gotham's heroes.

Quickly separating himself from the hero he profusely apologised before dashing off to deal with the action of beating up one of his favorite heroes.

What followed afterwards were a series of events that always ended up with the two meeting each other and engaging in a 'battle' of sorts. One thing led to another and for some reason they ended up kissing in the same dark alley they first met, away from any prying eyes. After that night things changed significantly.

Danny always knew the indentity of the one that became his love because of the otherness he could feel beneath their skin that reminded him of himself and eventually he told them about Phantom.

It took a lot more meet ups in secret before they were finally comfortable enough to officially meet each other's family and it had gone a lot better than they were expecting.

Sometimes they would help each other out on missions and this time was no different. They were dealing with another crazy magician who thought he could take over the world by using the power of an ancient deity. They managed to stop him but before he could be detained he fired of one more spell that trapped his boyfriend in his weapon and used some sort or artifact to send them careening through a portal.

Luckily for them they ended up with the JL, unluckily for them no one seems to know who they are.

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Flash: Are we sure he should be in the watchtower?

Black Canary: He's not doing anything bad, look at him.

Phantom using his lover as a swing: ^o^

Green Arrow: He thinks that's his husband trapped in there.

Black Canary: He could be.

Flash: How old is he anyways, he looks too young to be married.

Superman: C'mon everyone let's not talk about him while he's right there.

Greenlantern: Look at him! Does it looks like he cares?

Phantom still using his lover as a swing: ( ≧ᗜ≦)

Superman: It's still rude.

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Based slightly off of Aba from Guilty Gear.

I imagine Danny pulling a Sayaka (from Madoka Magica) and stabbing the sword through him for a power-up and everyone panics for a hot minute before realizing he's fine.

[celtrist]

RADIOMOTH BAD END ROUTE

In these endings, it's more or less assumed Alastor has gotten out of his deal (if the route doesn't involve his owner)

In this ending, Vaggie successfully catches Alastor and marries him much like Charlie's bad end (and this one like her can have the option of Charlie also being married to them or not). Depending if you want to go the force transitioning route: Alastor either gives up once Vaggie successfully forces a transition surgery onto him or (if you don't want to go that route) he just gave up too tired to fight Vaggie and her traps.

Transition or not, Vaggie dresses him as a woman, forces him to grow his hair out, and just generally takes on a more feminine appearance. She goes as far as to rename him "Alison" and only refers to him as female in public. In private she will at times refer to him as a male but in past tense and in a degrading way. She makes it a point to make sure he doesn't have his antlers. Whenever they start growing back, Alastor panics and hurries to rip them off before Vaggie sees them. It's painful, but always less painful than when Vaggie does it as she's very violent with her approach. She will sometimes hit him for having antlers or even seeing signs that they've regrown.

Anytime Alastor remarks discomfort with himself, Vaggie gets frustrated and berates him about it. When she notices him turning to accidental self-harm to deal with his discomfort (hair pulling, claw scratches, etc.), she admonishes and at times hit him as well (like if he pulls his hair, she'll pull his hair yelling at him "isn't this what you like?").

Vaggie hides this poor behavior from Charlie (whether or not she's still in a relationship with Charlie or not in this route), and forces Alastor to keep quiet about it as well. If he gives any indication otherwise, she will punish him in private.

While I'm not sure if Alastor would or would not have all his bells and whistles (I feel like it would make sense in this route if Vaggie would find a way to "depower" him to make him easier to handle, but not sure how she'd do that. Maybe have him drinking diluted holy water over time?), Alastor more or less has just given up on this route. He doesn't feel like he can do much else and is unmotivated to attack back.

Most sensual times Vaggie does genuinely try to be nice and try to find what Alastor likes (whether he likes it or not). It's when Vaggie is already angry or frustrated with Alastor that she gets into the more abusive sensual moments. Vaggie isn't really abusing Alastor 24/7 (well, other than enforcing an unwanted gender identity and relationship I suppose). Anything nice she would do for Charlie she'd do for Alastor. Surprising him with things that he doesn't expect (like sinner meat or masculine clothing) is one of her favorite ways to show affection to see the brief light in his eyes from the gift.

Vaggie doesn't touch him if he says "no" or gives a strong indication of "no". But she will touch if he bare minimum doesn't give an answer. She'll start slow and build up to more as it goes on (given the situation of course. She's not doing more in the middle of the hotel with others). It's not uncommon in the private sensual moments for her to get violent and belittle Alastor and how she's the only one who would love a woman like him. In the case of a transitioning route, Vaggie will taunt him about having used to be a man. And if Alastor gives an indication that he wishes he never transitioned, she will taunt him more and abuse him further until he says he's happy to be a woman. These more violent times occur when Alastor begins to show distress, typically for either the sex or his forced gender but not exclusive to those.

She will lightly degrade him when she's not angry too, but it's mixed with sweet words as well.

Afterwards of any sort of serious abuse, Vaggie will give Alastor a lot of aftercare. She'll stop touching him a little bit if he tells her to, but generally makes it a point that she has to at leat help him clean up either with a cloth or in the bath at least.

Vaggie is as protective of Alastor as she is of Charlie, and she is also as very loving of him as she is of her. Vaggie will shower Alastor with genuine compliments, even in private sometimes she just wants to shower Alastor with love rather than any sort of abuse. Whenever Alastor does something particularly good (like introducing himself as Alison the first couple of times and holding her hand out of his own volition), she'll praise him and reward him for it. Vaggie takes more into consideration of attire for Alastor rather than what she just wants to see. While she still puts Alastor in "less than Alastor styled" outfits from time to time, those clothes are mainly for private or special occasions. For the most part, Vaggie gives (and allows) Alastor clothes more up his alley, even suits as long as he still looks feminine enough.

While Vaggie will get violent with Alastor for showing discomfort with his forced gender, she normally first tries to comfort Alastor about his body and self. It's when Alastor begins getting more upset that she'll go into the abuse as described above. Even when the circumstance isn't sensual, however, she will always follow up her abuse with comfort for Alastor. This would, I can imagine, grow into a stockholm syndrome situation, especially if Alastor wanted to deny the situation he's in.

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15. hoc non est verum (written portion)

notes; sorry guys the written portion is a little longer than i wanted, i was gonna add the car drive as well but i may make that a separate like “insider” type thing is that’s what you guys want?

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as you looked around for your headphones you could feel your hands tremor, you couldn’t tell if it was from excitement, anxiety or both.

on one hand, you were oozing with zest and not even just for the trip. a sordid, more selfish part of you that ached for katsuki’s acknoledgement and love felt as though cancelling the spell was a betrayal to yourself. you edged yourself with your own desires and ripped it away just when it was getting to the good part. spending private time with katsuki would only be the plus side, if you kept him under this incantation, he would be with you for life. you would be the girl of his dreams, the only one he desires, his one true love.

but the other side of you understood how malicious that was. one cannot manipulate someone’s feelings like that, regardless of how good it would feel or now passionate one would love the other in return.

alongside the fact that you understood that soon you would have to reveal you kept him under a love spell, which knowing, katsuki would turn him into an even madder man than he already is.

“it’s not fair” you muttered to yourself, thinking back to how you denied all his advances and professions of love for the sake of morality, when you wanted nothing more then frivolously discard them and make up your own laws for humans; one that stated that not matter want means you obtained what you want, it would be ok to keep them as they were.

either way, the loss of memories was something that truly wasn’t fair to anyone, including him. plus, this isn’t the katsuki you fell in love with. his abrasive, brass, aggressive, temperamental personality was something you oddly treasured. this sappy wannabe was only a shell of the man you craved and loved wholly.

you shook your head as you attempted to push those thoughts to the back of your mind, finally spotting your headphones, next to your charger.

soon, your ID and hero license was spotted on your drawer, which you quickly swiped before placing all of them into your large duffel bag. lugging it onto your shoulder and finally leaving your room.

“you guys leaving now?” izuku said, he was holding hands with ochako whilst ejiro and ashido were walking slightly behind them, engaging in their own conversation but stopping when noticing you.

“yep, gonna be gone for what i assume is the weekend so don’t wait up late tonight” you informed.

strings of ‘ok’s’ followed afterwards, resulting in a smile. soon, everyone was diving for a hug.

“i know how hard this is gonna be yn, but you’re doing the right thing.” ejiro spoke into the group hug.

“wait, you know?” izuku asked.

“yeah, ashi updated me since aint nobody wanted to tell me shit… but whatever.” ejiro sulked jokingly.

“sorry! i felt bad plus i needed to gossip to him about this u literally couldn’t hold it in.” ashido apologised.

“its fine, im surprised that your big ass mouth could even keep it in for that long” you joked.

“yeah, you dead wrong.” ashido said before everyone erupted into laughter.

“gosh, stay strong yn, and don’t give in! be strong.” ochako motivated you, pumping a small fist into the air, causing izuku to blush.

“you’re so cute occhan.” izuku complimented, causing his blush to deepen.

“no you’re cute!” ochako giggled.

“definitely not cuter than you!” izuku rebutted.

“yes you are, my little izu” ochako giggled once more.

“non of you are cuter than yn, wrap it up before everyone starts throwing up.” katsuki scoffed, keeping his eyes on you while he spoke.

those stupid eyes of his, piercing and striking. they read through everything and reduced you down to your core. you evaded these eyes for however many weeks, ignoring his advances flat and walking away when he even appeared. but here they are, meeting you, analysing you and artificially loving you.

you really fucking hated your life right now.

“thanks i guess kat” you responded, rolling your eyes when you wanted nothing more than to hold him.

“you ready?” katsuki asked, walking up to you.

“yeah, sorry to keep you waiting.” you spoke.

“i’d wait forever for you, let me hold your things princess.” he responded quickly without missing a beat, he held his hand out so that he could grab your stuff. a blush adorned his face despite his display of confidence.

“no it’s fine, i don’t want-“

“i said ill hold your stuff so dont ever think it would be a bother.. or whatever you were gonna say.” katsuki interrupts you, snatching the bag off you with speed he didn’t even show during sparring.

as you stood there shocked, everyone else was stifling their giggles or watching intently as though you guys were a soap opera.

“if that’s what you want to do i guess.” you replied, pretending to be nonchalant when you were cheesing on the inside.

“alright, later losers. don’t fucking text me ‘cus i wanna spend some quality time with my girl so if there’s an issue, it will have to wait. let’s go baby.” katsuki held your hand and dragged you whilst the others burst into laughter.

“bye lovebirds!” ashido yelled out.

“don’t break the bed!” ochako laughed loudly.

“you guys are so annoying!” you yelled back at them, to which they responded with laughter and waves.

as you two marched down the sidewalk, you finally realised you don’t even know where he was dragging you to.

“where the hell are we even going?” you asked, pulling your wrist from his tight grasp.

“we are going to mine, need to get my car so i can drive us honey, remember?” katsuki turned back, this time grabbing your hand and interlocking them.

“right” you responded, allowing him to hold your hand. if this was going to be the last day that he would be as in love with you as he is now, might as well indulge a little.

“also, are we gonna be doing the things they were.. um… like the.. you know what, never mind.” katsuki’s face was bright red, he tried to turn his face away to hide how embarrassed he looked.

“what are you- wait.” you cut yourself off once you realised what he was asking.

“are you asking if i’m planning to fuck you?” you smirked, moving closer to his face to get him more flustered.

“no need to be so crass! i just, needed to know if i should get some… things.” katsuki’s face trailed off as he continued to get more shy, speeding away while also keeping his grip on your hands tight.

“such as?” you said, feigning innocence.

“you know what! stop trying to be a smartass and hurry up before we are late.”

“you don’t even know what time we have to be there.” you chuckled in response.

“drive yourself then.” katsuki tried to hide his smile as he let go of your hand.

“ok, ok i’m sorry!” you laughed as you went to grab his hand.

‘this isn’t right’ you thought as you laughed at his jokes on the walk to his house.

‘this isn’t real’ you told yourself as he put his arm around your waist protectively when some guys were eyeing you up.

you constantly reminded yourself that this would never be real, even if he had feelings for you prior to this, your stupid mistake will cost you what could’ve been between the two of you.

from the walk to his house, to getting in his fancy car, to the rode trip conversation that made your flustered through his kind smile and flirtatious banter, there was one phrase that kept you in check from fallling for the fantasy.

this is not real.

[obvithe-bestsoph]

hi, could you place an order for pedri N• 76 I know I said have sex, but that's not what I meant."

No. 76 | "I know I said to get laid, but I didn't mean them" PG8/PG6 (reader is gavi's older sister) masterlist requests

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You had been hanging out with your little brother Pablo, sitting on his couch and playing FIFA together, when he noticed how tense and irritated you were, so being the extremely “helpful” hermanito (little brother) he is, he decides to bring it up. “What’s wrong with you?” “What a kind way to ask that.” you roll your eyes sarcastically. “Seriously, you’re being all weird and grumpy. What’s wrong?” You just scoff at him, not in the mood for his smartass teasing. “When was the last time you got some? You are getting kind of old…” he adds, just stirring the pot as always, although that statement does earn a pillow being thrown at his head. “Shut up Pablo, we aren’t all players like you.” “Just saying! Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing.” he says, playing innocent. You roll your eyes again and score another goal on him. “I do not want to be discussing my sex life with my baby brother, but thanks for your concern.” Sarcasm again. Your specialty. Later that night, Pablo had invited his best friend from the team over for dinner, and then they were going out for a kick around with the ball afterwards. But all dinner, you could barely rip your eyes off the man. A quick Google search under the table told you he was your age, 22, although you were a few months older. Maybe it was the dark, fluffy hair, or the beard, of the way his biceps flexed ever so slightly every time brought the fork to his mouth, but something about him was just so… alluring. 

After you had all finished eating, Pedri was upstairs getting changed into some more athletic clothes, and you and Pablo were doing the dishes in the kitchen when he spoke up. “You know, it’d be great if you stopped eye-fucking my best friend.” Your face immediately goes bright red, and the tone of your reply is just a little too defensive to be believable. “Was not.” “Were too. I literally saw you, you were basically undressing him with your eyes.” You huff, pretending it didn’t at all bother you he knew. Shrugging one shoulder, you give a casual response, “So what if I was? He’s plenty attractive.” “Yeah, well, whatever. Just… don’t try anything with him, vale (okay)?” “I make no promises.” Pablo just rolls his eyes, going back to doing the dishes and you head back upstairs to your room, when you reach the top of the stairs, you collide with a warm and solid body in front of you. Oh lord, he smelt good too. His arm quickly went around your waist to stop you from falling backwards down the stairs, pulling you against him. You swore you could feel something in his pants pressing against your stomach, as he was a bit taller, and it definitely wasn’t his keys in his pocket, if you get what I mean. “Lo siento (I'm sorry), my bad.” He says softly, guiding away from the edge of the stairs before letting your waist go, you immediately missed his arms around you.  You then realise just how red your face is and how flustered you are. “Oh, uh, no, no, you’re all good.” He looks deep into your eyes, like he seems to do with everyone, and you just about fold right then and there. “You sure you’re alright?” “I- er-” at your stuttering, his face turns a little amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up and his eyebrow raising, waiting for your answer. “Yeah, I’m fine. Have fun outside with Pablo.” you mumble quickly, ducking back into your room and shutting the door firmly behind you. You flop down on your bed and bury your face in the pillow, just about giggling and kicking your feet like a teenage girl. You were scrolling Pedri’s Instagram far too late that night, when you accidentally liked a picture from all the way back in 2021. The photo was criminally hot (this post specifically) and despite having millions of followers, for some reason, you just knew he’d see the notification that you liked it.

It only took a few minutes for a new DM notification to pop up. Pedri: Stalking my Instagram, I see? 

You just about lose your mind. Dios mio (oh my god). He knows. What on earth do you say to that? It takes you (a slightly embarrassing) 15 minutes to come up with a reply. You: Maybe? Is that a problem? Pedri: Not at all, hermosa (beautiful). You: Hermosa? Didn’t realise you were such a charmer. Pedri: I can be when I want to. You: When you want to? Does that mean you’re trying to charm, Gonzalez? He repeats your answer from earlier. Pedri: Maybe? Is that a problem? You: Not at all, hermoso (handsome). Pedri: You should come around to my place. I saw how you were looking at me earlier, I know you want me just as bad as I want you. At that, you may have let out a small scream. But then quickly relaxed yourself and type out a reply. You: Send me your address. The next morning, Pablo gets a text from you. It’s a photo of Pedri sleeping, shirtless, in his bed, you next to him. And underneath it was the message:

You: Thanks for the great advice. No sticks up my ass anymore.

Hermanito (little brother): I know I said to get laid, but I didn’t mean him. 🤦‍♂️

[11queensupreme11]

Omg in the cu cheats au! how would the other yans react to cu’s crash out? I feel like beel would manipulate the situation to his favor lol

some would take advantage of the situation, others would be too furious to even think of it

poseidon would be the angriest of them all. first cú chulainn forces himself on his precious daughter-wife and forces her into a marriage (pot calling kettle black), AND THEN HE HAS THE GALL TO HAVE AN AFFAIR WITH SOME LOWLIFE TRASH???? this man is PISSED. he is ready to wage war on the ENTIRETY of the celtic pantheon. this is a huge insult to his daughter. you dare to imply that his perfect daughter wasn't enough? you dare to insult her by going after some low-class whore???????????? cú chulainn's son might have to wait in line, poseidon wants to rip him apart first 💀

beelzebub would take advantage of this. he's never been so happy in his life LMAO. sure it's at the expense of his beloved, but it's okay he's there for her 🥺💖 unfortunately, there's no way to get rid of the stupid marriage bond between her and cú chulainn, but that's fine. he won't end it NOR will he kill him because he wants him around to suffer. he'll gradually pull percy away from him, offer his comfort and reassurances. hell, he'd even let the sécy kids stay over. he hates their guts, but he's still their "stepfather" in a way and he wants to stay in percy's good graces, so he'll suck it up and be nice to them

LOKI HASN'T STOPPED CACKLING EVER SINCE HE HEARD THE NEWS. okay, well, maybe he did pause a bit to make a cú chulainn doll that he violently destroyed because how DARE he breaks his darling's heart, but he's having the time of his life once the anger's been let out 😭 this man is so vile, i bet you he would break into cú chulainn's palace and fuck percy right then and there on their marital bed. oh, cú chulainn walked in? sucks for him, he's too busy being balls deep in percy to care 🤪

hades is a mix between furious and also eager to use this to his advantage. he's a bit conflicted. he's extremely disappointed in cú chulainn's behavior, but at the same time this is good for him because that's one less husband to worry about. HOWEVER, he does feel bad for manipulating percy back into his warm embrace. his poor niece was cheated on, and he knows it's wrong to take advantage of this, but he just can't help it 🥺💔

anubis would be right behind poseidon in waging war. like yeah he's glad percy no longer loves the guy, BUT HOW DARE YOU HURT HER???? SHE'S LITERALLY PERFECT, HOW COULD YOU! see, he knew humans were bad! they have no sense of loyalty! always so finicky with their feelings. they don't care about true love!!!! he'll snatch percy up and leave her in the palace to spend some time with kebi, who feels equally as upset and wants to give her mommy all the love and cuddles she deserves! meanwhile, anubis is getting ready to strangle cú chulainn, right next to poseidon and cú chulainn's own son lol

apollo has been cheated on, he knows the feeling. his nonexistent heart breaks because he knows how much it hurts. he'll be right there to (forcefully) whisk percy away to delos to smother her in his love. he'll be in tears though, he can't believe his beloved is going through something so agonizing. (he is crying more than she is LOL). afterwards, he'll PROMISE her that he would avenge her. what's that, my sweet? you don't want vengeance? oh silly girl, you don't know what you really want, so just sit back and let your NUMBER ONE HUSBAND take care of things 💖

[sehtoast]

Rebirth (Homelander x OC)

18+ | heavy descriptions of gore, s4 e4 spoilers, the bad room, mentions of sexual abuse/trauma, torture, they're making each other worse in this one actually and homie deserves that kind of ride or die vibe | Fic Directory

“So, how do you feel?”  

Such a simple question for such a… gruesome task.  Benjamin had gone with Homelander to his moment of reconciliation.  Even helped him pipe sloppy icing writing onto that ugly little Carvel cake.

He knew everything.  Long ago, after busting into Stan Edgar’s personal terminal, Ben found the tapes and files on Homelander’s childhood.  Watching them had been sickening at best, but hearing the personal account as described to him by his lover over the years?

Even the do-no-harm bug himself couldn’t find a reason to prevent Homelander from following through.  He’d found John crying in front of that shattered mirror and pulled him out of his stupor once the banter ended.  Benjamin held him on the couch as he sobbed as he often did after run ins with the different facets of his psyche.  Used to be that there was no one to hold him at all, but the bug changed that.

Homelander would crash, but he would have somewhere safe to burn.

He thought about John’s various accounts of his childhood on the flight to the compound.  The incinerator, the bad room, how on edge he always was under the all seeing eye of big brother.

Usually the violent details emerged after nightmares.  Babbled words and cries for mercy as he tossed and turned until he’d shoot up in bed with his eyes primed to protect himself from his own memories.  Benjamin always held him afterward and listened.

“Sometimes I can still feel it,”  John would say, eyes glassy as he’d fight to keep those little shakes from turning into sobs.  No signs of weakness, no reaction.  Part of his conditioning– he cannot let the world know it hurts.  He cannot be a disappointment.

Ben would all but beg him to let it free anyway.  “You don’t have to be strong with me, pumpkin,”  he would always whisper.  “I love you even when you’re not.  Promise.” 

“But I– I have to be,”  Homelander would reply.

Benjamin always asked why.

John could never give an answer.

The worst were the more… intimate details.  Benjamin knew less about these, but there’d always been a sneaking suspicion that things along the lines of that happened.

Homelander spilled the beans after a panic attack during foreplay.  Stuttered out the details of masturbating during the security guard’s breaks. Doing what young boys do, he’d said.  Failing to finish in time and finding himself subject to mockery day in and out.

The resulting body image and self confidence issues, and the occasional difficulty with performance were all the consequence of some jackass further torturing the boy who never had a safe moment to feel what he described as the only good he could find in that awful room.  

Each time, Ben held him.  Promised him he was safe.  There’s no judgment, no mockery, no humiliation, and certainly no name-calling.  With kisses pressed to John’s knuckles, the two would talk it out until the world became steady again.

It’s why Benjamin doesn’t mind watching John laser that piece of shit’s dick clean off.  He doesn’t bat an eye to any of it.  The torture they face is but a fraction of what they’d done to that little boy– a drop in the lake of the things they swear up and down they don’t recall.

The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.

After listening in on Barbara’s account of Homelander’s conditioned obedience and the nature of his birth, he finds he has no problem holding her steady as his love slaughters the rest of them before her eyes.  

Bit by bit, he dismembers them.  Split them in two and paints the room with their remains.  He laughs and laughs, grinning wide and proud as he pries a man’s jaw open until his neck splits just to rip the tongue from his gullet and chuck it at her face.  He doesn’t stop until they’re no more than unrecognizable piles of flesh and viscera. 

True to their perfected teamwork, Ben webs Barbara to the wall to feast her eyes upon Homelander’s good work, and John?

Well, lasering the door and melting it forever shut was ingenious.

She will die in there, nice and slow. It’s no less than she deserves.

It’s heartbreaking to see how little it did to soothe Homelander’s pain.  Revenge, as Benjamin had told him many times, never quite worked out the way people wanted it to.  It’s potent for as long as it takes for the elevator to reach the surface.  It simmers during the flight.  Fades by the time they touch down at the tower.

And then turns to deep, lurching sobs as they shower it all away.

Release, yes… but not enough.  

It could never be enough.

“Johnny–”

“Homelander,” he chokes through tears. He’d been correcting people all day about his name.  “I’m– I just–”

Ben shushes him softly, thumbs swiping away the odd gooeyness of blood and tears.

“H-Homelander… just–” he tries again.  “Just for now… please…” 

Because Homelander was safe.  Homelander had the strength to overcome.  Homelander was the ideal and the power to protect himself.

The arms around Ben’s abdomen pull him impossibly closer.

“Homelander,” Benjamin murmurs, still stroking softly at his love’s face.  “I love you.”

Maybe not the best thing to say to the man claiming to be casting off the shackles of love, but certainly something always worth reminding him of while he crumbles.  There’s a million promises behind those three little words.

I love you when it hurts.  I love you when it doesn’t.

When it is ugly.

When it is beautiful.

As long as it is you.

His love succumbs to more cries, but Homelander knows, deep down, that it’s okay.

He is safe.

He is loved.

There will be no mockery. No humiliation.

Here, in the arms of his little spider, he need not be strong.  Here, he may simply be.

[certainlynotasimp]

Could you by chance do a headcanon or a oneshot of miguel with a partner with social anxiety ? ^^

Hello~✨ I most certainly can! As someone with severe social anxiety, I couldn’t help but fall in love with Miguel.

Miguel with a social anxious S/O

My personal opinion about Miguel is that while he can put on a brave face in public, I think he is a major introvert who doesn’t have any friends outside of his spiderman and civilian job.

Having a partner with social anxiety doesn’t really bother Miguel so much as he doesn’t really enjoy activities that would require you guys to be in socially stressful situations.

Walks through the park, movie nights in, moon lit web shooting across the city, and intimate nights at fancy restaurants are about the normal dates he would go on with you.

If you get stressed out about crowds or having to talk to employees at shops and restaurants, he will place a comforting hand on your back and proceeds to order your food for you/ converse with the cashier.

He memorized all your favorite foods from your favorite places so he can order you what you want without getting you overwhelmed.

If you have a bad coping mechanism like ripping the skin off your fingers or biting your nails, he will give you a stern look before taking your hand into his so you’ll stop.

He isn’t too big on PDA, so any touches of affection are more to comfort you and keep you close.

If you have an anxiety attack, he will pick you up, with your consent, and take you to his apartment via Spiderman mysteriously appearing and taking you home.

I mentioned this in the Sunny fanfics, but Miguel has an old college sweatshirt that he used to work out in that he designates as your “comfort sweater.”

He would slip it on you and give you some baby aspirin before taking you to his bedroom. You’ll either cuddle listening to some low volume music or spend sometime talking about old childhood memories.

Afterwards, he will get you your favorite take out and read a book while you watch your favorite movie in the living room.

He may act annoyed with you clinging to him in public when your particularly stressed out, but his hand matching your grip, quietly letting you know that it’s okay.

He only ever lost his temper once with you and when he saw you spiraling into a panic attack, he had to leave the apartment, feeling like he was just ruining your life.

He would come back that night in his spider-man suit, your current comfort food and some flowers in hand. You guys would talk about your feelings and he would apologize immensely. You’re his amor and he can’t stand making you upset.

If you were a Spiderperson, he would be confused on how you could function as a hero with how overwhelmed you can get and is impressed when you manage to handle yourself in dangerous situations.

He wouldn’t be as open about comforting you while working with the Spider Society, but you’ll sometimes feel his hand brush against yours and a nearly silent, “Good job.” As he walks past.

Everyone knows you’re his favorite because he keeps a drawer with your favorite snacks in so you can come hide in his lab when things get too much for you.

He pretends your social anxiety and clingy tendencies don’t bother him, but he secretly loves that you trust him so much to be your comfort. It gives him a bigger head than he already has.

If you needed space from him, he will understand and go focus on catching criminals for a couple of days. Don’t expect Spiderman to keep that promise as you’ll find notes he wrote left on your door and window.

Sometimes, if he’s really worried about you, he might stalk you a little bit. Just a little. He just wants to make sure you get home safe like a good spider boy should.

You’re his little spider so he will do anything for you.

[quiteliterallyilliterate]

I saw your post and I think to ask you for a Yandere! Wild but Imagine this, isekai! Reader doesn't know anything about him or his game, is only a confused person who doesn't know how he got to this place.

Anyway, thanks for read this and sorry for my bad English, My first lenguaje is spanish and I'm not very sure for my English.

Order up!

I genuinely really like this idea so this was a lot of fun to write.

Enjoy!~

Tw: Yandere, obsessive, mentions of murder

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Long past were the days Link would protect anyone but himself. In the aftermath of the calamity, villagers were weary of those who traversed the land and of good reason. Many who did were simply were insane with the thought of leaving their inconsequential little hamlet to see the shattered world. Hatred for fellow man ran rampant, but the crazed look in the eyes of few who’ve lost themselves to Hyrule, Link couldn’t blame people’s cautiousness. Besides, it simply wasn’t within in his best interest being a protector anymore. There wasn’t much to really speak about the issue— Zelda probably would have if she were here, but she wasn’t, so blissful silence stood. He held no love in his heart for the people of Hyrule, much as they had none for him. They turned their backs on him, and so he does similarly to them. But you… you weren’t of Hyrule. So it was only natural to him that you’d be the exception.

Sent to him by strings of blue light, you awoke confused at first. You knew nothing of the lands nor people he spoke of, and eventually reached the conclusion that, you too were out of place in the world that now was. He couldn’t simply leave you at Hateno —they were cautious to accept him, they would never accept you as you are— so, instead, he just had to keep you. He played knight once before, so had hard could it truly be. So while you attuned yourself to your reality —while still ripping away for a chance back home, one he simply couldn’t permit— all he had to do was kill what turned their blades on you. It was rhythmic and mindless. But, as it turns out, He found it oddly more enjoyable to play knight when there was someone to kiss his wounds better after busting ass so you’d be safe. In reality it was you that made it worthwhile, not the work. You’d brush his hair and braid it so it wouldn’t mat, whispering stories of your home. Stories that much resembled myths with how far they were out of his hands. Stories you spoke through tight lips as he smiled. Stories that filled his head long after you stopped speaking. He’s never been much keen on people —or were they never keen on him?— and yet he couldn’t grapple if it was normal to feel this much over your friends.

His devotion to you was rooted deep within him, stiff and unwavering. It wound through his battered heart, patching it whole. As time passed and the roots grew deeper and deeper, lodging themselves more and more, he found his line of work expand. Monsters caused a threat, sure, but that begs the question— what really is a monster? That man who was following you? No way to tell what was going through his head. But it was better you’d be safe rather than him being alive. The mean shopkeep, patronising you for not fitting into a tunic? She’d ought to be nicer now she has no tongue. Homeless man lunging at your ankle? Can’t beg if he has no hands. All in the matter of keeping you safe. Hyrule was a very, very dangerous place. But you were lucky to have the Hero at your bidding. He waited on your call, on your order. Especially since you always made it worth it in ways of food and whatnot. He’d have given you his heart unseasoned if it meant you’d give him a kiss on the cheek. He’d forge the ring if it’d mean you’d marry him. He’d build a house where no man nor monster could find it so you’d live safe. He’d kill ganon a million times over so long as he could fall into your arms afterwards. You must understand how much he loves you. The time and care he’s put in, the blood he’s spilt in your name, he loves you. So much. Too much. Too much to let you go home to your stories. Your home is with him now.

[brotherwtf]

for the angsty ideas what about clegan mutual pining for like the entire war and then gale is like "wanna be my best man lmao" because he thinks john doesn't reciprocate his feelings so he will just marry marge. at the wedding they are both in so much pain but say NOTHING. they sort of lose contact after that because the reminder of what could have been is so painful and then one day gale gets the news john died of a heart attack and he just about goes clinically insane. at the funeral john's wife then hands him a letter from john in which he confesses all his feelings to gale and gale has to live with that for the rest of his life.

i am breaking my own heart lol

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?? ANON YOU'RE EVIL

anyway, sobbing

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John had a look in his eye that day.

He always seemed to have a look in his eye, one that was only reserved for Gale. An almost twinkle, a wink sort of, but at Gale's wedding it seemed to be an almost melancholy stare to it.

Even after the wedding, when John cornered him in the bathroom and asked him if he was doing something he'd regret, Gale couldn't look him in the eye because of how much he did regret doing this. Marrying Marge, starting a family. It wasn't what he wanted. What he wanted was right in front of him, but he could never say that to him. Not in this lifetime.

Gale could have died the day he received the phone call from Josephine. The day she said that John had succumbed to his illness, the day that John died.

He felt his heart rip in half, almost fell to ground when he hung up the phone. He had to brace himself against the wall to stop himself from vomiting, he could feel his stomach twisting and his head swimming.

Marge could tell something was wrong, and didn't accompany him to the funeral. She said it would be best if Gale went by himself.

Even at the funeral Gale felt out of place. He lurked at the edges of the memorial, standing out in his military dress greens amongst a sea of black. He kept his crusher cap over his eyes so no one could see the tears that welled up in his eyes as he saw John in his casket, far too young, but still as handsome as when Gale met him in flight school. He put his hand on the edge of the casket, wishing he could reach forward and grab John's head, maybe even daring to press a kiss to his forehead, but he clenched his fist and turned away, wandering to the edge of the cemetery and watching the rest of the memorial from afar.

Afterwards, Josephine came up to him and embraced him, kissing his cheek and giving him a sad smile. Gale smiled as much as he could back at her, hating how he felt a pang of jealousy at the ring in her finger.

"I'm sorry, Gale, I knew how much he meant to you," Josephine says and Gale shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders.

"He was my best friend, I'm sorry for your loss, Josephine," Gale mutters back and Josephine gives him a tight smile.

She opens her coat and pulls a thick envelope from the pocket, paper an old cream color from age. She hands it to Gale with another tight smile.

"John wanted me to give this to you when he passed, I mean it Gale, you meant a lot to him," Josephine says and squeezes Gale's arm again.

Gale's hands shook as he took the letter, recognizing John's scratchy handwriting that scrawled "Buck" across the paper. His throat feels scratchy again and his eyes well up, but he just gives Josephine a smile before practically bolting back to his car.

Back at the car, his hands shake as much as they did the first time he flew when he broke the seal of the letter, slipping the aged paper from the envelope into his hands, trembling as he tries to read the words.

Buck, Gale,

I've always been bad at these sort of things, you know, talking about what I'm feeling. You've always been better at that sort of stuff than me. But the doc said I'm sick, terminal or something like that, so I'm going to try my best to say what I want to say.

While the war was hell on earth, while every second I was up in the air or on the ground waiting for you, I was glad I was able to do it with you. You're my best friend, Buck, but I think that what I feel for you is far more than how best friends should feel for each other. Seeing you with Marge always made me unreasonably jealous, sometimes I wished I could be her instead, I wish I could be the one on your arm instead. What I'm feeling, I know it ain't natural between two men, but I had to tell you sometime or another.

When you get this, I will probably be dead, and you'll probably hate me for what I've just said. But before you burn this letter and forget about me forever, I just want to say; I love you, Gale. More than a man should love another man. I love you so much, and you kept me alive much longer than I ever thought I would. I wish I could have said this to you in person, but the thought of losing you was too much for me to bear.

We were the only B-17's left, Gale, and I'm sorry I have to leave you behind.

Yours,

Bucky

Gale can't breathe.

His hands shake and he drops the paper into his lap, pressing a hand to his mouth and sobbing something great and ugly. It rips from him like a wild animal's anguished cry, and he lurches forward onto the steering wheel, shaking even more as he sobs again. Gale manages to grab the paper again and presses it to his lips, kisses the way that John signed his name and tries not to smudge the words with his tears.

John loved him. The same goddamn way that Gale loved him back.

And now it was too late.

[esmedelacroix]

30 days til’ Christmas

baking christmas cookies with song mingi⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

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Chilly winter afternoons with Mingi usually consisted of being wrapped up in warm blankets and staying in. But staying in also meant having everyone around.

You loved the guys but sometimes you just wished it could be you and Mingi. Your relationship was lacking alone time. Mingi quickly caught on to this so the next time he invited you over, he was the only one home. "What's going on? Where is everyone?" you asked cluelessly.

"They went out to eat and I wanted to take this as an opportunity to spend some alone time with you,” he replied as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss.

“Hmm, I’ve missed you baby, but I won’t miss Wooyoung and Jongho singing karaoke and shattering my eardrums,” you joked. Mingi's laughter followed.

"Cmon' I got something good planned for us mama," he said as he ushered you into the kitchen where baking ingredients sat on the table as well as cookie cutters and holiday-colored icing.

"We're baking?! You? Baking?" you questioned excitedly.

In this relationship, Mingi was the cook and you were the baker. There was no in-between. Mingi was amazing at cooking, you, not so much. Baking was your true calling, Mingi can't even make a cookie right.

"I know I suck at baking, but I also know you love baking just as much as you love Christmas," he answered.

What did I do to deserve this perfect man? You asked yourself. The two of you got straight to work making your holiday sugar cookies. Of course, you were a pro at this but Mingi wasn't so bright... "Why did you add so much vanilla extract?" you asked seeing that he poured enough to make 50 sugar cookies.

"Well I'm just adding to taste," he answered unbothered. You put your palm to your head and laughed to yourself.

"I love you," you confessed suddenly as you pecked his cheek.

The two of you attempted to make the sugar cookies together with you ripping your hair out because of how bad Mingi was at baking. The cookies thankfully ended up cut out and in the oven. The two of you cleaned up waiting for the cookies.

"You're like the Gordon Ramsey of desserts, you scare me," he started as the two of you sat on the couch together to catch a break while the cookies were baking.

"Well how was I supposed to react to you getting like a million shells in the batter?" you asked, poking him playfully.

"It was like two shells, and all is well," he rebutted. You let out a long sigh and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I missed this," you admitted as you took his hand, he planted a kiss into it.

"Me too, I should get the guys out more often," he chuckled.

Just then the oven beeped signifying the cookies were done. The two of you got up and took the cookies out. "These look beautiful Mingi! We did such a good job," you cheered as he hugged you from behind.

The two of you got straight to work and began to decorate the cookies with icing and sprinkles. Your ears were filled with Mingi's laughter and the crackle-pop of the fireplace. You were focused on making a reindeer cookie. You could feel his eyes on you as you worked diligently. He was admiring your skill and focus. He was looking at your eyes, while they were focused on something else yet he felt an overwhelming sense of love.

Seeing his girl doing what she loved brought him great joy. "Do I have something on my face?" you asked as you finished the last details, put the piping bag down, and looked Mingi in the eyes.

"You do now," he quipped as he swiped some icing on your nose.

"Mingi!" you squealed as you attacked his cheek with some icing. The two of you laughed together while finishing up the rest of the cookies. You took the first bite and almost vomited in your mouth.

"Mingi these are terrible," you cackled. You couldn't stop laughing. You didn't know what was wrong but you found it so funny how they turned out. Mingi took a bite afterward and spit it out in the trash.

"Oh God, those suck," he chuckled.

"You know what we should do with them?" you asked mischievously. Like he had read your mind he answered,

"Give them to the guys and say they taste amazing?"

"Yeah," you giggled.

Mingi probably got dragged into Hongjoong's room afterward, but his reaction was priceless. You even got it on camera!

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Arcana Analysis--Hazbin Hotel: Vaggie (Justice)

Now comes a character that I think is rather misunderstood among the fandom. She's one of my favorites :3

And here we have Vaggie, Charlie's devoted girlfriend and second-in-command at the hotel. Contrasting her partner, Vaggie is considerably more blunt and willing to throw hands, but she does have a soft side.

Her card is Justice, which speaks for itself but also represents the concept of cause and effect. It goes hand-in-hand with Vaggie's backstory as a former angel, as well as the consequences of the actions she takes.

Vaggie is not only a former angel, but a former Exorcist as well. In the Hellverse, Exorcists are the agents of Heaven serving under the first man, Adam, and they kill a lot of Sinners indiscriminately once a year to prevent them from starting an uprising. During one such purge, Vaggie encountered a cannibal child and let him run away. Right afterwards is an example of "no good deed goes unpunished": Lute, Adam's right-hand woman, brutalizes her and leaves her to die. And Vaggie might have had Charlie not found her and patched her up, thus starting a devoted romance and partnership on both sides.

As you can envision, Vaggie feels immense shame for her past, referencing Justice reversed, when your inner critic is in full effect. When we cut to the present, Vaggie had been with Charlie for a couple of years, but until a trip up to Heaven together, the former had hidden her past from the latter, ashamed at having been part of an organization that strongly opposes Charlie's current goal of redeeming Sinners. It's understandable, but by the time Adam and Lute revealed her secret to Charlie's face, the resulting fallout is not as bad as Vaggie feared. Charlie is more upset that Vaggie kept her past a secret for all the time they knew each other, rather than the fact that she was a former Exorcist. It's a minor issue that Charlie, being the sweetheart that she is, is able to work through the issue and forgive Vaggie. What really solidifies their bond is how Vaggie's devotion to Charlie and the former's past go hand-in-hand. Vaggie was an Exorcist, killing Sinners once a year. Charlie is the princess of hell, working to protect the Sinners. So, Vaggie's guilt drives her to support the biggest critic of the status quo, in the hopes that no Sinner's life will be taken by the exterminations. It all works out in the end.

Another key moment of cause-and-effect occurs in the season finale, The Show Must Go On, when Vaggie comes face-to-face with Lute. They fight each other during the Exorcists' war on the hotel, fighting in the foyer. At one point, Vaggie breaks off some of the construction to trap Lute underneath debris and have her at her mercy. Lute waits for Vaggie to kill her, only for Vaggie to condemn her to a fate not much better: "Live, knowing that you only do because I let you... The failure." Unfortunately, it was a bad move on Vaggie's part because Lute is the kind of fighter who's extremely determined and vindictive--as shown when she rips off her own arm to pursue her. As if that wasn't enough, the final scene of the episode shows that Lute is now in charge of the Exorcists, and that she has a secret weapon at her disposal: Lilith, Charlie's mother.

To summarize, Vaggie represents Justice well because of the nature of how she handles her past. Her being more angelic than the actual angels is a bit of a double-edged sword in that she's devoted to stopping their exterminations, but an attempt at cruel mercy towards one of them inadvertently caused the stakes to be raised for the following season. Consequences abound once that happens!

[loganswdc]

I'm pretty sure that they pitted both Alex and Logan so early because they were trying to undercut the Astons and then got stuck in a DRS train. They were also said to be struggling between choosing between a two or three stop race and kept going back and forth on what they wanted to do. James also said that their pace was worse than qualifying due to the hot weather.

I was generally under the guise of Logan not being able to manage his tires well? I'm kinda confused now, but id love it if it was true! Do you have any specific races where he did manage his tires well?

Also, I'm kinda annoyed at Williams whole "switching out race engineers" thing they have going on, like I get how they want to give them rest, but when you see your drivers literally struggling with their race engineers every other race.... Like it was Alex this race getting mad at his engineer and I'm pretty sure Logan in Monaco during Qualifying or Free practice with his.

hiya !! thank you for letting me know about them pitting logan and alex early because they planned on undercutting the aston’s ,, i was not aware of that !! you learn something new everyday :)

and them struggling to choose between a two or three stop race is so frustrating 😭 like no wonder alex was upset over the radio ,, if you don't know how you should manage your tyres because of shaky tyre strategy , then you don't know what to do !!

as for logan with his tyre management , i'd say it's been getting MUCH better than it was before , hence why i said that he's been managing them well . i'd say the races his good management is really seen , both from looking how he performed during the race and managed the tyres and afterwards looking at data surrounding tyre degradation are: silverstone ; imola , his tyre deg according to the data was lower than most of the field ; miami also wasn't the worst , definitely better than prior races !! ; china his tyre management was good on the hards ,, for some reason this man HATES medium tyres ; and in austria it was the same as in china , he did REALLY good on the hards but the medium tyres were not his friend . i'd also add that he did pretty good in saudi with managing his tyres

overall what i've noticed with his tyre management is that he seems to be really good with managing hard tyres when comparing to the rest of the field , and he's also not too bad with managing soft tyres ! but then he gets mediums and he rips through them like a mad-man 😭

a HUGE thank you to @k-pevensie28 for helping me out with finding all this !! i seriously could not have done this without her help: THANK YOU !!! she is an absolute angel and life-saver . you're amazing k , thank you for drowning in research with me <3

and i agree with the engineers thing !! i understand why they do it , and honestly good on williams for giving members of their team breaks so they can spend time with their families and rest . but at the same time ,, it can get really frustrating with the drivers because all of the sudden they have a new engineer that they're unfamiliar with and it just causes chaos . and that especially goes for when it's yk the first race with a new engineer , having to figure out a completely new dynamic must genuinely get so frustrating . i feel for them both , honestly .

also , to everyone reading -- please feel free to correct me on the info about logan's tyres if i got something wrong or you want to add something !! i'll be sure to do so :)