#yesss make him worse

[justablix]

Leo Hölzer corruption arc

[qrowpilled]

started a dark urge run say hello to somber (duergar bard) they are here to make everyone worse 🫡

[electric-plants]

something so beautiful just happened to me….

[mad-hunts]

as far as jack could tell, jervis was really out of it; and it made him wonder it was due to something that had happened while he was out with his father, or when they'd gotten here. perhaps both. jack gnawed on his bottom lip, his eyes darting to jervis's hands, which were flexing like he was struggling with something. an eyebrow rose as jack contemplated asking whether he needed some pain medication.

since he didn't receive an answer to his question yet, jack figured he might as well introduce himself. ❝ uhh, well, you don't have to talk to me if you aren't feeling up to it. my sister told me that you fainted in front of her out there — so, i understand if you're still feeling sick. my name is jack, ❞ he scratched at the back of his neck as he continued to observe jervis. whenever the man tried to get up, jack approached him and was about to caution jervis that maybe he shouldn't by lightly touching his shoulder.

but he remembered matilda telling him something about the other really not liking to be touched, so he merely was going to verbally tell him. up until jervis laid back down himself, anyhow. jack couldn't hold himself back from frowning at his poor present state before venturing out of the room with a 'i'll be right back.' and indeed he had been, with two different vials, alongside a few syringes to inject into that IV bag: should jervis want to be medicated. jack figured it'd be easier to just do that rather than forcing him to swallow anything.

he placed those also on the table before tilting his head at the quote jervis had said until it clicked a few seconds later, ❝ that's a quote from through the looking glass, isn't it? and one that the red queen said in the story if i remember correctly. she was basically teaching alice that staying in the same place is falling behind, right? ❞ jack squinted his eyes at that before a thought came to mind. a soft snort left him, but one that was done of an innocent sort of amusement rather than malice. ❝ that is a kind of roundabout way of talking about survival of the fittest. but hey, lewis carroll was all about the whimsy of things, i guess. and its no big deal. ❞

jack pretended not to see the tears that the other shed for jervis's own sake. the blood on his lips was something he couldn't ignore, no matter how hard he tried, though. jack grabbed a washcloth from his pack and held it out towards's jervis's hand. once it was out of his hand was when jack set down that teacup, the slightly too long stripped pants he wore swaying across the ground. ❝ mm, you and dad were both asleep for nearly four hours. sure — i don't think that's silly at all. i keep something on me all the time from when my brother, julien, was still around. ❞ the bracelet he showed the other on his right wrist then seemed to be made up entirely of tiny conch shells.

julien was a big fan of the sea, which jack thought made his death all the more crushing. after seeing the state that the stuffed animal was in, he figured that that bunny must've been really loved; though it didn't really matter by whom it was. the end result was the same, as love changes you. jack knew this well as he'd never wanted anything more than to be embraced by the warmth of it.

he quickly shook that thought off, only to grab the two vials he got from the fridge once more. ❝ eh... the four hours actually went by rather fast. ❞ jack cleared his throat then, ❝ you know, i couldn't help but notice that you aren't looking so hot still, and so i grabbed some meds for you. but i won't force you to take them. i have a pain reliever as well as something that relieves vertigo. are either, or both of these, something you want? ❞

Eigengrau.

A faint hum buzzed in his ears; his mouth was so dry it felt like he’d swallowed a wad of wool.

The thin sheet beneath him brushed his fingertips as Jervis flexed his hands, cracking his eyes open a sliver. The room tilted, everything blurring at the edges. Ah… so he had fainted. Just as he’d suspected. No glasses, then.

"Hey. Ahh, you're awake… That's awesome. How are you feeling?"

The new voice was barely a whisper, young and uncertain—belonging to a boy, maybe sixteen or eighteen by the timber. Was this another of Barton's assistants, a friend of Matilda’s, or perhaps her brother? Jervis couldn’t quite remember; hadn't Barton mentioned something about having more than one child?

He winced, his body feeling heavy, leaden; aching everywhere. Slowly, he exhaled and tried to push himself upright—tried being the keyword. The effort brought only a wave of vertigo, dizzying and blue-hot, making his vision swim.

… ohh, god…

He swallowed thickly, curling into himself. Something wasn’t right. His glasses and gloves weren’t the only thing missing. He was in his socks, jeans, and a now damp charcoal t-shirt, his body slick with cold sweat. His graying auburn curls clung to his neck in tangled ropes. His boots were beside the cot, his messenger bag on a desk across the room. His overcoat and maroon button-down were draped over a chair.

A flicker of discomfort in his right arm. Burning. Tugging.

Jervis glanced down at the source: a plastic tube. A peripheral IV catheter.

"Ah, you know... 'It takes all the running you can do, to stay in the same place,'" he muttered, his voice clipped and hollow; Bermudian accent casual, almost detached. He turned his eyes to the boy; offered him a faint, strained smile. "Keeps things interesting, I suppose... but I appreciate your concern, lad."

He lifted his fingers to his cheek, feeling the moisture trickle down—salt on his lips. Tears, sharp and stinging. Jervis flinched and quickly scrubbed them away with the heels of his hands.

Cold metal pressed into his spine, tight around his neck—the chain with his and Sylvie’s wedding rings twisted against his skin. He must’ve been thrashing in his sleep. There was blood on his lips.

"Forgive me…" His vision swam as he watched the boy set a teacup on the small table beside the cot, just within view. "But I'm afraid I've rather lost my sense of time. How long has it been since I…?" He paused, his voice barely steady. "... if... if you don’t mind, could you please reach into my coat pocket? You'll find a small cuddly toy. A rabbit..." He rubbed his mouth, lowered his eyes. "It sounds foolish, I know... but it... it was my daughter's, you see..."

The boy nodded, moving quickly to retrieve the toy from Jervis’ coat pocket, and placed it on the table beside the teacup. The bunny was missing one of its button eyes, its white fur faded and matted. A pink satin ribbon around its neck was frayed and tattered.

“Thank you,” Jervis said hoarsely. “I must have been out of it for quite a while.”

[mullets]

jungkook is punishing me with b grade white people club music for telling ppl for years that JK1 would be earth shattering

[deformonstrum]

ooh the ask blog gods have given me permission to continue my eternal torment!

why be so ashamed of your new gross appearance? just go up to the others and simply state that it's you ! i'm sure they'd recognise your dorky mannerisms. humans are GROSS anyways being a monster is way cooler just sayin........

"My- alright we've established that you enjoy being rude to me. What's not to be ashamed of? I was a perfectly rational man of science, and now I'm- some sort of abomination, talking to myself, and I can't even explain how- I can't even explain how regular meat effigies work, or remotely how this happened. I've lost everything that I was."

He clutches at his head, like he has a headache, or is otherwise stressed. Likely both, all things considered.

"I don't know any- I didn't even know there were people beside me, Maxwell, and the lady in the shadows out here before I was run out of my camp."

...

"You're all really going to make me search out Maxwell, aren't you."

[bluelockmaniac]

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 — ˎˊ˗ dad itoshi sae x mama fem!reader

"luewam, luewom, lukewome!" your three-year-old daughter squeals, her giggles ringing through the house as her tiny feet dart across the hardwood floor. you chase after her, spoon in hand, attempting to avoid stumbling on the scattered toys she never picks up.

ever since she had learned that infuriating word– the word that seemed to naturally and carelessly slip out of the impulsive lips of itoshi sae– your life had become a complete mess filled with chaos (and your child’s high-pitched laugh of triumph).

and to make matters worse, your daughter's first word was not ‘mama’. nor was it ‘papa’. you still vividly recall that day as if it had occurred yesterday.

"gah... ah..." the little carbon copy of sae babbles, her thumb tucked in her mouth, wide, sparkly eyes darting between her parents. she watches the two of you with a mixture of curiosity and confusion, sensing some sort of anticipation that her tiny brain could not yet grasp.

"sae, she's going to say her first word!" you laugh, clutching your husband's arm. although sae seemed to share only a fraction of your excitement, you could read the amused expression on his calm face.

"l-lu..." she pulls her thumb from her mouth, a glistening string of saliva stretching between her finger and lips. "luewaam!"

in that moment, your heart sinks, all the former expectations leaving you at a rapid pace, the corners of her lips curling upwards as she proudly declared her newfound term. nothing could compare to the crestfallen expression you wore that day. sae, on the other hand, chuckles proudly, scooping his little mimic into his arms.

"baby, come hereee!" you pant, pausing as you try to catch your breath. the speed of toddlers is not to be underestimated.

sae was watching all this— all your struggles— with a fond smile. he stretches out his arms for his daughter, and she cheerfully runs into her father’s embrace, her tiny hands resting on his shoulders as she steadies herself on his knees.

"you're a brat, aren't you?" he smiles at her, gently placing a hand on her back to support her. she simply giggles, then turns around and points at you with an accusatory finger.

"mama... luewam!"

you pout, setting the plate of mashed potatoes on the living room table before sitting beside them with your arms crossed against your chest.

your daughter bore a striking resemblance to sae— she had inherited your hair colour, but her eyes were identical to his, those gorgeous turquoise eyes framed by thick lashes.

"sae, see what you've taught her? i thought i told you to stop saying that word... how am i going to feed her annoying, cheeky ass now?"

you shoot her a feigned glare, and she responds by excitedly burying her messy face against sae's chest. your gaze shifted back to your guilty-looking husband.

sae simply averted his eyes from your threatening glare, his fingers ruffling through his daughter's soft hair. "she says the food is lukewarm. isn't that right, princess?" he asks.

"yesss! food luewam!" she chimes, giggles muffled against his shirt.

you couldn’t help but smile, despite your efforts to appear stern. his expression always seemed to soften when he looked at the little creature. he presses an affectionate kiss on her forehead.

he looks back at you and gestures for the spoon, which you were more than happy to hand over, and settles his daughter on his thigh. "say ahh," he prompts, gently nudging the spoon against her tightly sealed lips.

she stares at him intently, gaze drawn to the food on the bright blue spoon, before breaking into a wide grin, revealing all her tiny teeth, and opening her mouth eagerly.

she took in the food, kicking her feet back and forth delightfully in an attempt to remind you she believes the food tastes much better from her father's hand.

"there y'go... not lukewarm anymore, is it, pretty?" he pinches her plush cheeks, in which she responds with clapping her tiny hands together. she looks up at him, wordlessly pleading for more food with her sparkly eyes fluttering their long lashes at him.

"are you kidding me..." you sigh, slouching down on the couch with defeated eyes.

your daughter notices your exhaustion and interprets it as distress, her eyes beginning to well up with tears. "noo, mama!" she huffed, reaching out to comfort you. she turned to sae, fingers tapping lightly on his shoulder. "papa! mama tiwed!"

"yeah?" he settles her on your lap. "tell mama her food isn't lukewarm."

she looks back and forth between you and sae with puffed out cheeks, as you try your hardest to maintain your composure and not let her lovelines break your resolve.

puckering her lips in mock seriousness, she mumbles, "mama not luewam!”, drawing out yet another chuckle from sae. she smiles at you, “okay...?"

you would have forgiven her if not for the fact that later today, she peeked through the slightly ajar door of your bedroom, and blurted out a loud “luewome!” upon witnessing the “dizzgasting” way you kissed her father.

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[jjkprncss]

FEEL SO GOOD - LEVI ACKERMAN

TW: PRAISE, SEX, ROUGH (ISH)

A/N: another quick lil post bc sb said I don't post enough aot stuff:p

820 pm, Santa Monica CA

"look at me when you bounce on it yn … just like that" he chuckled deeply as his hand held your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. his free hand snaked from your waist, tracing across your soft brown skin to your ass, slapping it as if it was a reflex.

"levi … no please …" you hesitated trying to pull your face away from his but of course, you failed. both levis hands gripped your ass, guiding your movements as he began bucking his pale hips up into yours. "why no? you look so pretty yn … why don't you think so?"

youve been feeling insecure lately and life has been so stressful. your annoying boss, the hot weather is causing you to sweat your edge control out constantly, breaking out, and people just being annoying as fuck.

soon enough, you told your fiance that you haven't been feeling yourself and he's been trying to make things easier for you. giving you warm baths, ordering your favorite food, and buying you sweet gifts. sadly even with his efforts nothing helped. what would make it worse, are you lashing out at him constantly on small things. levi, being the confident man he is thought nothing of it because he knew you were going through a hard time. but that didn't stop him from trying to make you happy.

"you're so smart yn, you know how to use your words so why don't you use them?" he groaned, gripping onto your hair and earning a slight gasp from you.

the mixture of pleasure from his dick pumping in and out of you, and the pain from your thick hair in his hand gave you an everlasting feeling of euphoria.

your eyes widened as his tip rammed against your cervix as you dug your neatly painted french tips into his muscular thighs

"I … I dont- ngh … know!" you screamed, your mouth still hanging open from the feeling of lust filling the room. "you're so pretty to me you know that?" he cooed, slowing down the pace of his hips as he pulled to close, his soft pink lips leaving kisses along your jawline.

"lookin' so pretty taking this dick … just like a good girl yea?" you squealed, nodding your head profusely as you felt yourself clench tighter around him. "ouh fuck I felt that … you like when I call you a good girl yn? that shit turn you on doesn't it?"

you bit your bottom lip, slowly grinding your hips into his as his hand cupped your left breast, pinching at the nipple. "yesss" you whined, looking down at his veiny hand.

"such a good girl yn … responding to me … look how smart you are"

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

hi saffy…can i request again? something fluff for a change. (you’ve drowned me with all the super hot hot hot smuts and now im swimming with—ahem..nevermind that) 😅

you know the tiktok trend of s/o leaving and their partner saying ‘i love you’ but the other is not saying back (or vice versa)? like they’re all pouty and demanding to have the other say it back or asking if they did something wrong..one vid even has teasingly repeats ‘i love you’ over and over again until their s/o gives in laughing.

how about the COD men (tf141, lv, konig) saying ‘i love you’ but never getting any in response as a prank?

only if you’re keen for it. please and thank you. 🥰

Yesss!!! I'm happy to do this one🙂❤️ (promise I'm still workin on your other one😉)

141 + LV & König x Reader, Where You Don't Say I Love You Back

Warnings: swearing, MILD smut reference, fluff

Simon Ghost Riley-

“Alright, love, I’m headed out. I shouldn’t be gone too long.” Simon said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“Have a good time with Johnny!” You gave your husband a warm smile, before looking back to the book you were reading. 

Simon paused for a moment and stared at you. His eyes narrowed at you, as you attempted to pay him no mind. You feigned ignorance as you turned to address him. 

“Everything okay, babe?”

He said nothing in reply, only continued to stare at you, crossing his arms.

"Simon?" You swallowed thickly. He was doing his best to intimidate you, and you'd be lying if you said it wasn't working.

He didn't take his eyes away from yours, as his brow furrowed slightly, giving you a menacing stare.

The two of you stood like that for the better part of two minutes, before you relented on your little prank. “Okay okay! Enough of that staring, it's creepy. I love you too Simon.”

“Damn fucking right you do.” He gave a satisfied smirk, before leaving.

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

“So just milk, right?” Johnny had asked, as he unbuckled his seat belt. The two of you were in the supermarket parking lot. Johnny had offered to go in quickly, as you only needed one thing.

“Yep, thanks babe!” You smiled, before looking back to your phone.

“Alright. Be right back. I love you.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before opening the car door.

He was halfway out the door, when he realized you weren’t planning on saying it back. “I love you.”

You looked up from your phone, the same smile still plastered on your face. “I know, thanks again!”

Johnny's face held a look of astonishment, as he moved to tickle at your sides. You squirmed in your seat, a fit of giggles erupting from your lips. “I SAID, I LOVE YOU, DAMNIT!”

You squealed as he continued his attack on your sides, before gasping out “I love you too Johnny!”

“There we go, lass. Was that so hard?” He had a mischievous smirk lining his lips. He pulled away his arms and crossed them against his chest arrogantly. 

“Screw you Johnny.” You chuckled, throwing an empty water bottle you found on the floor at him. 

“You love me though, you just said it yourself.” He quipped before stepping out of the car fully. “Next time you pull that shite with me, you’ll be in for worse than tickles."

König-

You’d seen the various tik toks, of lovers not telling their partners they loved them back, and were curious to see how your boyfriend König would react.

"Hey, Kö. I'll be back in just a bit, going out for a drink with Kate." You pressed a kiss to your husband's cheek. 

König tore his eyes away from the computer screen, and gave you a small smile. "Have a good time, Maus, I love you." 

"Thanks babe!" You bit your lip slightly, trying to prevent yourself from ruining the prank.

You turned after giving him a half smile and made your way to the bar. 

König sat in silence for a moment after you left, reflecting. Had he done something wrong? Why didn't you say it back?

He started to feel terrible and tried to think of what he could've done to upset you. Nothing came to mind immediately, but König knew he had to do something to make it up to you, whatever he'd done. 

He set out your silky pajamas on the bed, and got out the makings for a bubble bath, as he awaited your text alerting him you were on your way home. 

Later that night, as you walked through your front door, you were immediately hit with an aroma of lavender. You recognized it right away as the bubble bath you loved so much. "Kö? Baby, I'm home."

You made your way up to the bathroom, to find your boyfriend hunched over the tub, checking the temperature of the water. "Schat! You're home!" 

You lifted your brows in question as you took in the scene before you. "What's this?"

"Oh.. I wanted to make it up to you for making you upset. Water is ready for you." He gestured to the bubble filled tub, not fully meeting your eyes. 

"Wait.. upset with you? Why would I be upset with you?"

"Well…earlier.. you didn't say it back. So I thought I'd done something.. wrong." He looked down to his feet. 

You couldn't help the small chuckle that emitted. "König, no! No, no, that was some stupidly horribly prank, I wasn't mad at you. Gosh, now I feel terrible! I love you so much, baby." 

You dropped your purse and moved to wrap your arms around his waist. König let out a deep breath as he chuckled. "I love you too, Maus. Now get in this bath. I believe I'm the one who's owed a massage now."

John Price-

You and Price were cuddled on the couch together, his fingers tracing your sides softly. 

"I love you, Y/N." He said, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You turned to him and gave a warm smile before turning back to your TV show. 

Price blinked a few times, realizing you weren't planning on saying it back. He gave your side a playful pinch, causing you to let out a shriek. "I said, I love you. Nothing to say in return?" 

"Oh! How silly of me. Thank you sweetheart." You turned to your husband and batted your eyelashes at him sweetly.

Price looked exasperated at your words, his mouth dropping open slightly. "Oh hell no." 

He grabbed your waist, and threw you over his shoulder, making his way up the stairs to your bedroom. 

"Wait wait! I'm sorry, I love you too!" You called out, trying to squirm from his grasp. 

"Too late for that, sweetheart. Now get on all fours on the bed like a good girl." Price said as he threw you onto the bed. The slap that came down on your ass cheek told you that you'd be in for quite the night. 

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"I miss you, babe." Kyle's voice came through your cell phone. "I'll be home soon enough though."

"Unless it's yesterday, it's not soon enough." You chuckled, picking at some chipped paint in your kitchen table. "I miss you too."

"Well I gotta get going, I'll call you tomorrow, okay? I love you so much Y/N."

Your cheeks started to heat up at the sincerity of his words. "Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow. Night Ky."

You hung up the call and let out a giggle. You'd seen the tik toks dozens of times where people didn't say I love you back and were curious to see what Kyle's reaction would be. 

Sure enough, seconds after you'd hung up. Kyle's name appeared on your phone. He was calling back. 

"Hey, are you all good?" You asked as you answered the call.  

"No, I'm not all good." Kyle huffed in mock annoyance. "Forgetting something?"

"Oh? Is it our anniversary? I could've sworn that it was next month."

Kyle let out an amused chuckle. "Seriously, babe. I love you."

Unable to continue on with your little prank you relented. "I love you too Kyle, always."

"Good girl, now we can hang up properly."

Alejandro-

"Thank you so much for putting all this together, mi amor. The guys are grateful too." Alejandro pressed a kiss to your hand as he gathered the freshly made food from the counter. "I love you."

You were currently hosting a few members of Los Vaqueros at your home to watch a soccer game, and had just cooked up a few entrees to satiate their hungry bellies. 

"Of course, let me clean up and I'll come out in a moment." You turned back to the dishes in the sink, before hearing the dishes being set on the counter behind you.

"What, you not love me too?" Alejandro asked, coming up behind you, pulling you into him. He nipped your ear playfully, causing you to giggle. 

You squirmed in his firm grip as he continued to talk, mocking your voice. "Oh Alejandro. I love you too, you're the best husband in the whole world."

You erupted in a fit of laughter as he began squeezing at your sides. " I. Love. You. Too." You wheezed out. 

"Now was that so hard?" He teased, pressing a kiss to your jaw. 

He took your hand leading you into the family room, and stopped abruptly when all the men in the room started chanting out, "We love you too, Alejandro!"

Rodolfo-

"Okay babe, I'm headed out to the store, I'll be back in an hour or so." You called out to your husband, who came to walk you to the door.

"Alright, let me know when you're on your way back, and I'll get dinner started. Drive safe, I love you." He gave you a chaste kiss as you opened the front door.

"Thanks love, see you in a bit!" You smiled before walking out to your car. 

Rodolfo moved to the door before realizing you hadn't said you loved him back. He quickly grabbed his sandals and ran out to your car.

You were just about to pull away, when your husband came running up to the driver's side window. He knocked on it, letting you know to roll it down. 

"Yes? Forget to add something to the list?" You turned to him, your brows furrowed.

"No, but you forgot something." He waited expectantly for you to reply, but you sat confused. 

"I love you, Y/N." He repeated, putting emphasis on his words. 

You let out a giggle, a smile breaking on your face. "I love you too, sappy bastard. Now move or I'll run over your toes."

You gave him a peck before pulling away. Rodolfo shook his head, laughing to himself. He got himself one spicy partner.

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[faetima]

THE AVEN + HANAHAKI THING YESSS I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG BECAUSE LIKE. I know it's always super angsty when it's the reader that gets hanahaki but rine having it. imagine pushing your s/o away because you don't think you can do a relationship rn just to get hit by the stupid idiot in love disease. damn sucks to be you man

(tbh hanahaki as fun as the angst is I love aventurine so much and usually just alter hanahaki to be like less deadly because a) I DONT WANT TO BE SAD and b) the whole guilt of "I developed hanahaki because of you now love me or I WILL die" feels strange to me)(but also yum angst and the consequences of pushing someone away) ((sorry I talk a lot teehee okay bye))

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠. .

. . too bad he wasn't your darling anymore.

// tws ; slight cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au 

a/n: finally wrote the aventurine exes hanahaki au lol ,, had no idea how to finish this but i might make a part 2 !! :3

ever since you had started dating aventurine, you felt like you were a burden to him in some way. but you were never sure if you were actually a burden to him, or if that was your mind playing tricks on you.

but last week had just solidified your beliefs.

you both had fought over something petty--you couldn't be bothered to remember what it was--and harsh words had been thrown around in the process.

words that cut deep into you, practically making you bleed out.

and after that?

aventurine had ignored you for the rest of the entire week. he hadn't even glanced in your direction. it was fine if he needed some space to think, but he didn't even tell you, he just started fucking ignoring you.

your efforts to talk to him had just been met by blank uninterested violet eyes.

everything that happened in the last week had all led up to yesterday.

you stood in front of his door, swallowing your nerves. why were you so nervous?

after everything that happened, everything you felt, everything he said, you didn't think you could handle a relationship at that point.

so, when aventurine answered the door, his blonde hair unruly and lavender eyes tired, you took a deep breath and finally said the words you had been so scared of saying.

"i want to break up."

--

now, you were rethinking your decision.

on one hand, it felt like a large weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

on the other hand, breaking up with him had left you in your current predicament: crouched on the cold tiled floor of your apartment, hurling up bright yellow marigolds. you coughed them up, unwillingly watching as they hit your newly polished floor. they hit the ground ungracefully, clumped together with a disgusting mixture of mucus and blood. you gagged on the flowers as the sickly sweet smell of the marigolds hit you, making you feel lightheaded and sick to your stomach.

you didn't think you would get the disease again after aventurine asked you out.

you had it once, albeit briefly. it was before you had even talked to aventurine, too scared to do so. maybe it had been your shyness, or maybe you were just scared of rejection. you weren't too sure which, but it had caused you to cough out a few lemon yellow petals.

but, as quickly as the disease had started, it had ended. aventurine talked to you and started getting close to you, and your hanahaki had eventually diminished into nothing. after that, you thought it would never start again.

but you guessed you were wrong, since the disease decided to plague you.

marigold petals--slick with mucus--fell out your mouth as you coughed your lungs out. they fell almost gracefully onto the small flower pile.

you took fast and shaky breaths, collapsing. you were too exhausted to move, the hanahaki sucking all the life out of you.

--

it had been a week now, and the disease had just gotten worse. at this rate, it would only take a month or two until you suffocated on the fucking marigolds.

you could talk to aventurine, but he would probably just ignore you again.

you could get the surgery, but you would rather die than forget aventurine. you still loved him.

at this point, you couldn't do anything but hope that the disease would just somehow go away.

--

aventurine was growing increasingly worried as the days passed.

he hadn't seen you at all after you had broken up. sure, that was normal, but his gut told him something was wrong.

horrible thoughts of what could've happened to you plagued his mind, and he couldn't take it anymore.

he grabbed his keys, his coat, and headed towards your apartment.

maybe it was an invasion of privacy, but even your friends felt as if something were terribly wrong. he'd just check on you once, and never speak to you again. you'd be okay with that, right?

--

aventurine had knocked about a dozen times by now, but had received no answer.

he swallowed. he still had a spare key to your apartment, but what if you didn't want him to come in? what if you were just busy? what if he was breaching your privacy?

he took a shaky inhale.

fuck it.

--

he stepped inside your apartment, and was hit by the extremely potent smell of marigolds.

he glanced around, and froze at what he saw.

[pha55ed]

Fine Line | F2 (kimi bday celly!)

type :: fluff tw/cw :: none contains :: kimi, pepe, ollie request :: hiii could you pls do ─ ⟡ fine line by harry styles : getting to know the true him (h/c) with ollie and pepe? ❤️ (yesss ofc! im so happy for all the pepe request lol he mighttt be my new second fav f2 driver, first is always gonna be paul) link to the kimi bday celly!

Kimi Antonelli | 04

PDA is a big no-no for Kimi. The most he's willing to do is hold your hand in public, maybe a small kiss on the cheek. But for the most part, he doesn't want others to watch him kiss you or put his hands on you. He always felt it was weird to let others see that part of his relationship. He especially hated when he saw couples did too much PDA, so he didn't want to make others uncomfortable either.

But once you two are alone, it's as if he's glued onto you. You will never get a moment alone once you're at his apartment. Constantly he's around you and touching you in some way. Like a magnet of some kind.

Like when you brush your teeth, he uses his free hand to hold your waist while he uses the other hand to brush his own teeth. While you're scrolling mindless on TikTok in bed, he'll shove his face into your shoulder so he can see the TikTok's too. If you're in a Zoom meeting and unable to allow Kimi to touch you, don't worry - he's laying on the floor and holding onto your foot...

He's unable to get his hands off you in some way. It's funny since it's so obvious his love language is touch, and yet he refuses to do it for 80% of the day but once you're home, he does a complete 180. But you love it, you love having him come up to you randomly and press a kiss on your cheek or having him rest his head on your lap whilst you watch TV.

Ollie Bearman | 87

The usual way people see Ollie is that he's a sweet innocent guy, a gentlemen who wouldn't dare to hurt a fly. But as you two began to get comfortable as your relationship, you saw a side of him that people would rarely ever see.

That side being: his mean older sibling side. The side of him that destroys his little brother in Mario Kart and laughs in his face. The side of him that messes up his little sister hair and then takes photos of her from atrocious angles. Even worse: the side that accidentally dares his little brother to do something stupid, only for him to get hurt and begin to cry - making Ollie have to shush him with the promises of a free meal.

It was funny seeing it. To everyone else, he's the upmost respectful since he's the youngest in most areas, especially since he's joining Formula 1 soon. It's almost as if he's been holding back all of his sass and rudeness till he gets home to annoy the shit out of his family.

Although it's funny to see him annoy them, what's not funny is how he starts to do the same thing to you... He also annoys the shit out of you, driving you insane.

He ruffles your hair, despite just brushing it to go to bed. He takes your phone and waves it above your head, teasing you for your short height. He taps the sides of your big headphones, causing you to wince at the loud sound of the taps. Overall: you want to kill him.

But at the same time, you find it endearing to see how annoying he can be. It's nice to see him be a little shit-head with you, and then the sweetest boy possible in the public.

Pepe Marti | 21

Although Pepe is a boy, he never really showed it. Instead, he acted more as a man, taking responsibility for lots of things, taking charge to educate himself on different topics, and always training to make himself stronger. Not only that, he's one of the very few boys on the F2 Grid who actually finished high school. You loved that about him, he's always been a bit more level headed than his peers in certain situations.

But with you, for some reason it's as if his brain shuts down. As if the entire brain goes from wrinkly and healthy to smooth and rotten. He asks you the stupidest questions that you didn't even know were possible.

For example, when you both were watching a new show together. The character was Asian and yet she had a thick Scottish accent, which shocked and confused Pepe, he couldn't wrap his head around it. So he asked, "I thought she was Asian..." He failed to remember you can be a different ethnicity and nationality....

Or when you were both cooking some pancakes together. You poured the batter into the pan, some of it accidentally getting on the spatula. Pepe decided to take action himself, since he was pretty useless in the kitchen, he grabbed the spatula and put it in the sink and touched the metal head of the spatula... Burning his fingers slightly from the heat...

Despite his goofy mistakes, mostly ending in him seeming like an idiot, you loved it. It was a sign of his comfortableness with you. He fully trusted you to not judge him and help him with his stupid questions, which you always did.

[iwaasfairy]

CONGRATS ON 15K ! >0< As for the event can I maybe ask for a bully drabble with Sukuna? With stuff like dub-con, size kink, corruption and just him being a meanie overall ! ❤️

yESSS ofc thank you sweet pea

tw “bullying”, hard dom, noncon, spit

When the heavy impact of a hand lands again on your already swelling, tingling cheek, you know that Sukuna doesn’t actually care about you. You knew that before this moment, but being locked up in the house behind the perfect veneer of shoji— it almost tricks you into believing it. When you’re showered in beaded necklaces and softer bedding than any of the other attendants. It almost makes you forget that you and every other pretty girl were stolen from under your families care and fed to the beast before you.

His rough fingers wind around your jaw and force you back up, to reveal the tears welling up in your eyes and the wobbling lip. You wish you could hide it, but the mere fact that he’s seen you bleed once means he knows how to do it again. He won’t wait for an opportunity.

“Come, come, you’re not crying already, are you?” the deep baritone sounds, as he yanks your face side to side to inspect the damage he’s done. “You’ve really got nothing better to give than to just cry and moan. Pathetic little girl.” You don’t bother to cover up when he drops your face from his hand, instead stretching his fingers out and standing back to tower you- before he places a foot on your bare back to force you back to the floor, face to the knotted wood.

Then he spits cleanly next to your face, and grins. “Lick it up.” Your muscles squeeze until the tears spill, cold and embarrassed on the floor- but you do. Of course you do. You’ve been hit for less. You’ve been threatened for less. You just want to go back to your room. The sooner you allow the slightly warm spit to touch your tongue, resisting the urge to shudder, you can. When the master crouches around your head again, he lowers a hand to your crown, and softly pets up and down.

Only a few times, softly, before he smiles wide. “A little bit more, that’s it,” he chuckles, and shamefully, you can feel the effect. Even the slight touch to your temple, brushing away a strand of hair is enough to rob you of your agency. And Sukuna knows it. Because pressing you down a little harder, his gaze goes down your body until he’s pulling at the tie of your kimono and unceremoniously shoves it open. “Aren’t you just a nice bag of meat… Do you know what I could do to you?”

Your voice is pitched as you turn your other cheek to the floor instead, and stare at the art gracefully perched on the shrine. It wobbles, and a shiver runs down your spine anyway as those sharp nails dig into the softness of your thighs and pull them apart to inspect you like a piece of meat. It’s humiliating. “Yes, Sukuna-sama.”

“How easy it would be to pull your spine out from your body,” he makes no haste in kneeling behind you and spreading your legs either side, before pulling your hips up onto his lap to trail lazy fingers over you slit, “slice your head clean off and leave it as a present for the other girls. Would you like that?” His fingers catch purposefully on your pussy lips before gliding away, and leaves your body in a horrible state of confusion.

It would be better if he just got it over with. Instead he makes you want, long and beg - and your cunt clenches around nothing as you bite your lip and try to focus on anything else. “N-no, I wouldn’t.” The removing of robes happens too slow, and you don’t have to watch to feel the enormous heat that surges from him. Your body wiggles in his lap until you’re almost forcing yourself back into him. Get on with it, you want to say.

The deep, sadistic laugh that fills the room doesn’t scare you anymore. Boredom is a far worse crime than amusing him. “That’s good, sit back. How does it feel to be in a God’s presence?” Without any warnings, the sharpness of nails pull down as he moves up and takes you along with him, and the head of his cock starts to push at your entrance too tight already. You can only breathe in long and deep, before you have to grind yourself back onto him to spread the slick around.

“Sukuna-sama… I- gh-” It’s no use. “M-master- mas-ter, I ca- ‘m still sore.” He forces you against him as he pushes in and fills you a few inches at a time, but spreads you way too thin, to the point where your hips start to hurt from the pressure. Every few breaths the massive cock head invades even deeper, and if your eyes weren’t closed you’d think they’d pop out of your head. It hurts. It really hurts so much- each and every inch he forces into you by pulling you back by your arms.

Like you’re just a limp cushion for him to fuck. Like you’ll take it- and you will. “Does it feel good, little girl?” He asks in between slowly pulling you back and tearing your head up from the floor by your hair- to watch you struggle and cry, trying to hold back you whimpers. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You can’t stop yourself from shaking your head and squeezing your nails back into his arm, ignoring the heat and wetness between your legs. He doesn’t ask because he cares. You know that. “Tell me how much it hurts.”

[huggybearhughes43]

https://www.tumblr.com/huggybearhughes43/755909794547761152/yesss-to-the-threesome-idea

PLS PLS PLS A JACK AND QUINN VERSION IN A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE

Spiked

Jack Hughes x Fem! Reader x Quinn Hughes

Warnings- Smut, PinV, raw dawgin, oral (m! Receiving), mention of hickeys, threesome, mention of spiked drinks, a creepy frat guy

Summary- Reader almost drinks a spiked drink at a party the oldest Hughes brothers were throwing but Quinn and Jack are Quick to stop her. Jack and Quinn innocently finding a way to make the creepy guy who spiked the drink go away, accidentally turns to more between the reader and the two brothers.

Word count- 3k

My face turned to a shade of beat red as I tapped on my red solo cup. I was standing off to the side of the party with one of my friends mindlessly babbling to me. I couldn’t focus on her words at all as I stare daggers into the two oldest Hughes brothers. I hated them. So. Fucking. Much. Luke was the only reasonable one out of the trio of brothers but he wasn’t even here to keep me from tearing off his two brother’s heads, even though the party was in his own brothers lake house.

They were obnoxious, rude, and stuck up. It was like the two older brothers were raised by a whole completely different set of parents as the youngest. “Y/n!” My eyes snap away from the brothers, my demeanor most likely turning for the worse. “What’s wrong?” My eyes dart to her and I sigh, “they just- ugh- they get under my skin so much.” Her brow raises with a slight smirk. “Y/n, they haven’t even talked to you the whole night.” Her calling out makes my face darken even more, her laughter making it worse.

I squeeze the cup in my hand subconsciously and scoff at my actions. I take the crushed cup to throw away in the kitchen. I clench my jaw as I pass the two brothers, their snickers almost unbearable. I toss the cup in the trash and make my way to make myself a new cup. I stand in front of the punch bowl, contemplating if I could trust it. I don’t even notice the presence behind me until it speaks, “c’mon you’re smarter than that.” He whispers, his warm breath making the hair on my neck stand up.

“You were doing so good on not pissing me off tonight, Quinn.” I put the cup on the counter and turn around to face him, crossing my arms. He smirks and shrugs, “Saw some kid spike it a couple minutes ago, drink it if you want.” He snickers, “I don’t care.” I look back at the punch bowl then my eyes snap up to meet jacks across the bar. He looked annoyed, really annoyed. But it was odd, he didn’t seem annoyed at me, his eyes going a weird kind of soft when they connect with mine.

Jack shrugs his head back to who I presumed was the prick who spiked the drink, then he looks back at Quinn. “You think I could beat his ass?” Quinn laughs, moving to place his hands on either side of me. I was about to say something snarky about him trapping me before he cuts me off, “Jack, as your older brother it hurts me that you’re doubting that you can fold his ass in half.” My eyes snap back to the gross looking frat boy. His hair was greasy and his clothes were wrinkled.

What neither Quinn nor I fail to notice is that the boy was staring daggers into me. I could tell he was hoping I’d drink just enough of the punch for him to get his way. I snap my head to look at Quinn as I feel his hands move to rest on my hips. “What the fuck are you doing?” Jack notices and looks back at the guy that Quinn was still staring at, returning his gaze to us with a roll of his eyes. “Do you want this guy on your ass all night, or what?” I sigh and lean back into Quinn’s touch, giving into the act. “Good girl.” The nickname triggers my fist shoving straight back into Quinn’s gut.

He pinches his eyes shut in pain and lays his head on my shoulder. To anyone else the scene would look dirty but I didn’t care, I mentally praised myself for my actions. Jack stands up from his spot and loops around the bar to stand next to us. Quinn pulls my hips, making me face Jack instead of leaning on the counter. “You assholes are really abusing your power right now, huh?” Quinn rests his chin on my shoulder as Jack towers over me, “can you blame us?” I look around and see jealous eyes on me, no matter how much I disliked them, the two were still very famous hockey players.

“You guys are making me look like a total slut right now.” I pout. The pout on my lips sends a smirk to jacks. His face lowers close to mine and my throat goes dry. “We can make you look like way more than that.” Jack closes the distance and places a kiss on my lips. I don’t kiss back, but I don’t even push him away, I do close my eyes (for the plot of course) so I could trick anyone looking at us. The second he pulls away I look to where the creepy guy was once standing and I see him to be gone. I shove jacks chest and walk past him out of the kitchen, not wanting to be embarrassed any further. “Your lips are really soft!” I hear Jack call out and Quinn snicker as I walk away.

I return to my friend with a huff and an odd looking expression on my face. “They give you a hard time?” She referred to the brothers and I nod without another word. We chatted for a while about the upmost random things, my intentions to get my mind from wandering back to Jacks soft lips and Quinn’s hands on my hips. My attention is taken away from my friend when I hear someone clear their throat behind me. I turn around and almost audibly scoff when I see that it’s the stupid frat boy from before.

He holds out a cup in his hands. My eyes snap down to look at its content and a disgusted expression falls to my face, it was the spiked punch. “I think you forgot to get yourself a new drink, I got one for you.” He says with a fake cheerful smile on his face. I shake my head and push the cup away, “you mean the one you fucking roofied?” He looks confused, his eyebrows furrowing. “Who told you that? The Hughes brothers?” He scoffs, “since when are they trustworthy.” My eyes widen in disbelief, “sorry I think I’m going to trust people I’ve known for five years over someone I don’t even know the fucking name of.”

He visibly got angry, redness rising to his face. “You fucking bitch, I got you a drink out of the kindness of my heart, just drink it! Did you think kissing Jack Hughes was going to scare me away?” He raises his voice angrily, taking a step closer to me. My friend is ready to step out from behind me and help me defend myself but she doesn’t have a chance when a hand lays itself on his shoulder and pulls him back. My eyes catch a glimpse of Quinn before his fist collides with the frat boys face. I gasp as the cup of punch that was once in his hand splashes all over my white dress. Jack, whom was right behind Quinn, realizes the problem his brother made. Quinn was far too distracted beating the assholes face in to notice himself.

Jack shoves off his jacket and tosses it to me, “Bathrooms upstairs to the left, call me if you need anything.” I look back at my friend before I leave, my eyes met with her cheeky grin. I grab her hand and drag her upstairs with me, refusing to be alone at this party. I close the door behind us once we get into the bathroom, shoving Jacks jacket onto the counter. I stare at the stain and pout. My friend shrugs, “we can dye it red when we get back to our apartment.” I tilt my head and smile, “what would I ever do without you?” “Crash and burn” she laughs then her face suddenly turns serious, “you kissed Jack Hughes?”

She giggles at the blush on my face. “He kissed me, I didn’t even kiss him back.” She giggles softly. There’s a knock at the door that she opens to reveal the brothers. She looks back at me and smiles, “I’ll meet you back at home, I think you’re in good hands.” She shrugs and walks past the brothers. I stare at them and rub my arm subconsciously. Quinn walks in first, followed by Jack. Quinn’s hands were full from the clothes he had in them. He tosses them on the counter with Jacks jacket before speaking, “I think this is the part where you thank us.” I roll my eyes, “I could’ve handled myself.”

“God, you are such a bitch.” Jack mumbles and leans against the wall. I sigh and scratch my neck, feeling guilty because they really did help me. “Thank you” I whine out reluctantly. They look at each other with nasty smirks plastered on their lips. “Y/n” Quinn speaks out before looking at me. I cross my arms stubbornly, “what?” The music from the party downstairs was still booming throughout the house, signaling the party wasn’t even close to coming to an end. He rolls his eyes, “our cars are blocked into the driveway and by the time everyone actually goes home it’ll be close to morning.” I raise a brow, “sooooo?” “So either you stay here for the night or you walk the two hour walk to your place in pitch black.” Jack reminds me.

I huff and puff, “fine, whatever.” They give each other a knowing look before leaving. “Showers free to use, I think our mom left some soap in there the last time she came over.” I nod silently as they leave. Jack locks the door just before he shuts it. I sigh and pull the semi ruined dress over my head, Quinn’s voice echos from downstairs as he shoos everyone out of their house. I turn on the shower and finish getting undressed while the water warms up. I step in and suddenly all of the stress washes out of me with the steaming water.

Once I finish washing up I step out of the shower and stumble around to find a towel. Once I do I wrap in around myself and use another to dry the trail of water I left behind me. I huff and look through the drawers and smile when I find a drawer they keep for their mother. I can’t help but to smile at the thought but just as I realize the expression on my face it drops. I take the brush out and brush through my hair, followed by using some makeup remover to remove any makeup that lingered even after the shower.

I look at the pile of clothes that was oh so generously lended to me. I decide that the clothes were baggy enough to not wear anything underneath. I put the t shirt and night pants on before folding my clothes and sitting it in the far corner of the counter. I rub my eyes and walk out into the hallway. The music was shut off and the house was almost silent. I silently walked down the stairs to see both of the boys with trash bags in their hands, shoveling empty cups and any other questionable items into it. I giggle to myself before leaning on their bar, “You two clean up nice.”

Quinn looks back at me and his eyes widen before looking me up at down before clearing his throat and looking away. “You too” he mumbles. Jack tries his best to hold in his laughter at his older brother’s reaction to me wearing his clothes. “There’s some soda in the fridge in the garage, if you want something to drink that’s y’know… safe.” Jack suggests as he refers to the punch that they had yet to dispose of. “Thanks” I turn around to go into the garage door that was behind me.

I come back to the kitchen with a can in my hand. I walk over to the boys and flop down on the newly cleaned couch. “You could help.” Quinn huffs, causing me to smile. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware quests were supposed to help with cleaning.” I shrug and sip on the soda in my hand. He rolls his eyes and continues picking up the trash. As soon as they finish cleaning they both flop down on the couch on each side of me. I cover my mouth to hold in a gag as I stand up. “You guys smell like straight beer.” “Aw, c’mon it’s not that bad.” Jack laughs.

Quinn reaches out and grabs my hips, pulling me into his lap. He hugs me tight and I can’t help but audibly show my disgust. He laughs and he forces his gross scent to me, my wiggling and attempts to get out of his grasp force him to drop me on the couch. My head lands on Jacks lap as Quinn hovered over me. My eyes drifted from Quinn’s to Jacks as I caught my breath. Jacks hand cups my chin, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. “Still so soft” he teases through a smirk.

My attention snaps back to Quinn when he speaks, “Tell us to stop and we will, we’ll forget about it completely.” I don’t quite understand Quinn’s words until he connects his lips to the flesh of my neck. My jaw slacks at the sudden movement and Jack takes it as his chance to shove his thumb between my lips. I close my lips on his thumb instinctively to quiet my sounds, not wanting the brothers to get too cocky. Quinn’s lips trail down to the collar of my shirt, he looks up at me for a moment before he rips it over my head, Jacks thumb instantly taking its place back between my lips.

Both Quinn and Jack look down at my bare chest. Jacks eyes snap back to my face or more precisely my lips but Quinn’s stayed level with my chest. He presses soft kisses to each breast before moving down and trailing kisses down my stomach. Jacks thumb doesn’t silence the involuntary moan from my lips when I feel Quinn harshly suck a mark into the skin just above where his pants sat. His teeth nipped at my skin as he pulled away to rid of the pants he’d grown to hate.

Quinn stared down at my naked body, admiring for a moment. Jack pulled his hand away from me, letting me look at his brother. “You’re so fucking pretty” he mumbles softly. “Wanna flip over for us?” Jack suggests and I nod. I flip over, pushing my ass in the air for Quinn as I make haste at unbuttoning Jacks pants. Jacks hand moves the rest on top of my head. I could hear the sound of Quinn’s belt hitting the floor and him scrambling to unbutton his own pants.

I look up at Jack through my eyelashes innocently, a smirk taunting over his lips. I kitten lick his tip while maintaining eye contact. His lip slots between his lips, his eyes droopy from the pleasure. Quinn fists his own cock behind me, running it over my folds to make sure I’m ready enough for him. I take Jack in my mouth, running my hand over what I couldn’t fit down my throat. Quinn takes it a sharp breath as he pushes into me. The vibrations of my own moans around Jack’s dick forces him to grasp my hair tighter.

The sensation of Quinn thrusting back and forth into me makes my whole body numb. Jack could tell that my movements were faltering so he helped. He tangled his hand in my hair and began moving my head up and down, careful to not push too far and risk hurting me. Quinn harshly grasps my hips, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. The never ending forced moans spiked pleasure through Jacks body. “Fuck, gonna make me cum already.” Jack complained, only half joking. But the other half wished this sensation would never go away.

One particularly hard thrust from Quinn pushes me all the way down on Jacks dick. I gag around him and tears prick at my eyes. Jack throws his head back as he comes undone in my mouth. I pull away and swallow all that I could, sticking my tongue out as proof. He smiles softly and rubs my cheek before tucking himself back in his pants. He moves me to rest on his lap, using his legs as a pillow while Quinn ruined me. Quinn’s thrusts got sloppy and harder, pushing me closer and closer to my orgasm. Just with one more thrust he pushes me over the edge, my pussy clenching and cumming around his dick sends him to his own orgasm. He pulls out and pumps himself to cum all over my back.

Once he settles through his high, he leans over and kisses my shoulder softly. “I’ll be back in a second.” While I waiting for the oldest to come back, I rested on Jackson thighs with his hands rubbing my neck and shoulders, praising me. I couldn’t even think straight yet, I couldn’t think about how I just hooked up with not only the guys I hate but famous hockey players. Quinn returns with a warm damp rag in his hand. He takes his place behind me again and cleans me up. He discards the rag and finds a blanket to drape over me.

I turn my head to look at Jack, batting my eyelashes at him, “you don’t want a turn?” He laughs softly and shakes his head, “maybe another time, baby girl, you need sleep. Besides I want you all to myself.” Quinn scoffs as he stands up, buttoning his pants. “Don’t act like you’re better than me.” Quinn says, slapping his brother’s head as he walks past him and goes upstairs. He looks down at me with a smile on his face, “I’ll stay down here with you, get some rest.” I nod and allow my eyes to flutter shut, falling asleep quickly in the comfort of Jack Hughes lap.

[crypticminx]

I love your writing so much! I would love to see a birth scene with Felix or Jacob!!

OMGGG YESSS thank u sm bae!! I actually got a request for Felix during the birth of his baby eons ago but I never finished it 🥲🥲 so here we gooo! Obvsss making this girl dad! Felix bc I CANT get enough of this man with a little girl :(

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Felix is a nervous wreck—nervous wreck being an understatement, of course. He’s sweaty, his hairs a mess, and he can’t stop pacing around the room for the sake of his life. He’s mumbling and trembling with fear, while you’re sitting pretty on your shared bed, making sure you have everything in your hospital bag ready to go.

That’s not to say you’re not in pain, because truthfully, you’ve never felt anything worse in your life. However, given the circumstances of how stressed out your poor beloved boyfriend is, you don’t want to make him lose what little sanity is left in him. Smiling through the aching feeling of your little girl practically begging to come out, you reassure Felix, “it’s okay, love, really. I’m not even in that much pain.”

You’re lying, obviously.

Felix is still in Shock. He might not have been the most organized person, but that was before you—before he found out you were about to give him the greatest gift of all; his daughter. From that point on, he slowly started to change and progress into a new profound state of maturity. He steadily cleaned up his act, he couldn’t be the way he used to be, not when a baby was going to be involved.

So why was he so stressed in the very moment that was supposed to be the happiest day of his life?

He was doubtful.

He had tiny sprouts of fear lingering inside of him. The ones that often lied to him, making him believe that he wasn’t good enough to be a father, but most importantly, that after everything he still wasn’t good enough for you. You were the love of his life and it tore him apart to let himself think that way. Think so selfishly when it was you that carried his baby. It was you who was bringing a new life into the world.

With everything that had ever been handed to him, he never worried about the eventual consequences of any of his actions, so entering a new chapter into his life at such a young age nearly frightened him, but through it all, you both had each other.

So when Felix hears the cries of his daughter as she enters the cold atmosphere of the private hospital room—every worry, every doubt, everything negative he ever had coursing through his mind stops. Though his new little angel is crying, it’s the first pure sound that brings him happiness. He can’t shun his sentiment by attempting to hide it away, so he cries too.

He watches as you get to hold your little girl for the first time. Your face is red, sweaty, but you still look so angelic to him. In fact, you’ve never looked more beautiful. You feel euphoric getting to hold the tiny human you’ve waited so long to meet and when you feel Felix peeking over your shoulder, getting a tiny glimpse at her, your heart melts with the whirlwind of emotions you feel inside of you.

You knew he was going to be the best dad.

[ryker-writes]

To add more angst to your Sibling Vil headcanons, what's if the reader is the one who overblots instead of Vil, after he basically ruins their confidence and realizes Vil has some resentment toward them? Revealing in their overblot form that they never even wanted to be famous and only did it for Vil's approval

yesss the angst I live for it!

For those who didn't see the original post you can fine it here. (Let me know if link doesn't work)

Vil's broken sibling relationship (alternate ending)

when Vil did hang out with you, he would always point out some small thing about you that was out of place

even if you had everything together, he would find something to criticize

afterwards he would always make a comment about how you should be careful because your actions reflect on him and your father

sometimes he would even give you a backhanded compliment or when he was especially angry, he would straight up insult you and claim he's trying to help you

it became very clear that Vil hated you

hated how you acted and how you looked

you two used to get along

he even helped you become who you were today

when you were young, he would always help you with how to act or how to look right for all the cameras

he carefully help you and taught you back then

but now he was openly insulting you and hating you

according to Vil, you were many things

you were an idiot for not being able to understand or see the simplest things

you were naïve and stupid for not realizing that your friends only liked you because of your fame

you were annoying

you were lazy

you were ugly

your own brother said all this to you

the only person you thought you could truly rely on, hated you

maybe he was right about you

maybe all those things were true

everyone else probably say you like that

now it was so much easier to pay attention to all the negative publicity you got

Vil was right

you wish it wasn't him that said it, but he was right

it's safe to say that your confidence wasn't doing too great lately

and as you walked through the school halls, it felt like everyone was watching you with criticizing eyes

like they were just waiting for you to embarrass yourself

and when you did, they would be watching, recording, and laughing

so lost in your own thoughts, you weren't paying much attention to where you were going

and you ran into him

your dear brother who hated everything about you

of course, he started criticizing you again

and in front of everyone

"Looks like you're even worse than I thought if you can't even pay attention to where you're walking. You look more unsightly today than usual. You really can't get anything right can you?"

the students around you two started whispering, some even snickered

they were talking about you

you could just tell

it was too much

everything they were saying was too much

you couldn't be here

not with them, not with Vil

you backed away from Vil with tears in your eyes

and you looked directly at him

the cold and uncaring expression clear on his face

thinking back on it, did he ever even care?

was he only ever helping you because your father was forcing you two to be in the spotlight

did he only help you because he couldn't be seen next to someone so hideous?

how horrible it all was

your life, your image, your thoughts, you

for just one moment you wished they would all stop talking, stop talking about you

without even thinking you sent one spell, a simple spell, in Vil's general direction

and that was enough

enough for the air to suddenly feel so thin and an overwhelming sense of dread flooded through you

the world seemed darker

like someone had dimmed everything down

but the whispers got louder and louder until it turned into shouting

they all hated you

it was clear

you just had to accept and give in

Vil was right

you could feel liquid running down your cheeks

reaching up, you went to wipe away the tears

but when you pulled your hand back, you saw black

those weren't really tears

it was blot covering your hand

and it wouldn't stop running down your cheeks like a river that never ends

it ran down your hands and even covered your arms

you could feel it run along your skin and even drip down to the ground

but none of that even mattered right now

Vil stood in front of you now looking shocked

everyone else scrambled to get away from you

of course they did

"You should be proud, Vil. They all love you, and would never run away from you."

he pulled out his magical pen

"You're even incredibly stupid when you overblot. You can't even see how much they love you more than me. They've said that you're the most beautiful. You don't even work that hard and you get amazing opportunities. Meanwhile spend every hour of every day trying to be the best."

looking down at yourself, you could see that your clothes have even changed

beautifully designed clothes were in the place of your old ones

drops of blots swirled down your clothes, and somehow made them look nicer

Vil said they called you the most beautiful, but he's also told you how ugly you were in the past

how could he suddenly change his words like that

they obviously didn't like you that much

they constantly talk and even now avoid you

it made you angry

Vil has been nothing but cruel to you

you couldn't control it

and you lashed your magic at him

he was able to dodge some of your attacks and even started attacking you

your anger just kept building up

"Are you serious? You made me like this. You helped guide me when we were younger. I never even wanted any of those roles! I never wanted to live like this!"

you sent a particularly strong attack his way and he took it full force

Vil staggered back, disheveled and wounded from the fight so far

but your attacks just kept coming and only grew in intensity

"All I ever wanted was for you to just accept me, to like me. But ever since we started growing up you've done nothing but hate me."

it was getting harder to see and hear what was happening

ink plagued all your senses

and all you felt was anger

when you next opened your eyes, everything was blurry for a second

your body felt weak and it hurt to even move

but when your vision cleared, you could see that you were in the school infirmary

and sitting next to your bed was Vil

he seemed to notice you were awake

"How are you feeling?"

despite his calm tone, Vil looked rough

still beautiful as always, but a well trained eye could see the way his hair was slightly out of place and makeup ever so slightly smudged in the corners

he had been here a while

once again you could feel water run down your cheeks

you quickly reached up to wipe it away and looked at your hands

it was actual water this time, not blot

Vil sighed and grabbed your hand

"I'm sorry."

a heavy silence hung in the air afterwards

a million things that he wanted to say

things he needed to say

but right now, he couldn't find the words

so Vil promised himself that he would be able to tell you everything and that he'd do everything he can to try to fix what both he and his father had broken

[sunrise-imagines]

welcome back!! can i please get finn (fionna and cake ver obv <3) basic pda headcanons i'm STARVINGGGGG

YAYYY TYSMMMMM

Thanks for being my first new request! I’m so happy to get back to writing after so long, and yesss it is dry as a desert out here looking for adult Finn fics so why not add to them myself :)

Hope you enjoy!

~Adult Finn PDA headcanons~

•Remember back when I said Steven was the PDA king? Yeah nah Finn dethroned him.

•Love love LOVES showing you off to everyone, like this man will not shut up about how amazing you are.

•He’s gotten a lot more bold than when he was a teenager, he is absolutely not afraid to kiss you right in the middle of a conversation, even when you’re talking to someone else/a group of people.

•He gets even worse when he’s drunk, he will constantly cling to you and try to make-out. You can’t even push him away because he’s built like a brick sh*t house, so you just have to deal with this bear of a man smothering you all night.

•Loves rubbing his face against you while cuddling, especially your belly and chest.

•For the love of Glob, please touch his hair and beard. He will practically purr when you run your fingers through it.

•Is almost always holding your hand or has his arm around your waist when you go out.

•Fist bumps are also a way he shows affection. Like if you aren’t comfortable with a lot of touching he will definitely give you fist bumps instead.

•Just likes to hold you and touch you pretty much everywhere you’re comfortable with, not in a sexual way but just to ground himself and remind him that you’re really here.

•Hugs are very important for him. After losing Jake, he’s become so caught up with trying to distract himself with adventure after adventure and he forgets to just slow down.

•There have been many times where, when he’s packing up to go on his next big adventure, you come up and just hug him and beg him to stay safe and come home, and he just melts in your embrace.

•And when he gets back he always gives you a big bear hug, lifting you up and squeezing you so tight you have a little trouble breathing. He doesn’t mean to, he’s just so happy to see you again he can’t help it.

•So yeah Finn’s a huge dork for you, but would you really want it any other way?