#deadlines are ✨not my thing✨

[lavendermoonlitskies]

Cookin’ up a lil sumn on this fine Fanfiction Friday 👀

Just a lil Good Omens 1941-part-3 action idk

[wasabi-gumdrop]

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[melissa7102004]

They're so cuteeee !!!!! I've known them for a while now, and absolutely adore themm UWU

These greekgods au babies belong to @help-im-a-gay-fish.

Dreamtale //@jokublog.

[whenthegoldrays]

Finals DONE! The first one got me with the same questions I’ve been struggling with all semester and I got a 94. The second one had me weeping into the keyboard with some true-false questions that really felt like trick questions, but that I wasn’t sure about. But amazingly, I got a 98!! So it looks like I did learn something this semester ✌🏼

[masteraqua]

i need a new mobile blog theme

[crossbackpoke-check]

Hope you’re doing alright, it’s been a while 🫶

i’m doing okay!! i had a crazy hectic couple of weeks and hopefully my schedule settles down a little bit so that i’ll be here more, tysm for asking 💕💕

[my-chemical-rot]

ouughhhh I need to sleep because it is 2in the morning but I finally have motivation to work on college apps so I wanna kinda wanna write a 7 page essay about nuclear mysticism rn

[alucohc]

gonna clown on my ex new psych on main bc lmfao "you can't have adhd bc you did well in school as a kid" gtfo 🤡

[dragon-spaghetti]

DTIYS TIME!!! 🥹💖

(Please click for better quality!!)

Rules below the cut ✨

💖@ me to enter so I see it!! I will be tagging entries as #dragonnie DTIYS

💖Deadline is March 26th, so one month!! But if you just wanna do it for fun even after that it's completely fine ;v;

💖Winner will get a fully lined & coloured drawing of their choosing (similar to how the DTIYS looks to be clear)

💖 You can change things like the outfits and adjust the pose a bit should you wish, but please keep it similar ;^^

💖Most importantly, have fun!!

Hit 2k followers over on twitter earlier today, and since I'm nearing 3k here (we're at 2.94k if ya wanna be specific) figured I may as well post it now!! Thank you all genuinely, honoured that so many like my art and silly rambles 🥹

[quartztwst]

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DTIYS! BIRTHDAY EVENT! 🍨🥤

AHH i always wanted to do these but i saw another one going on twitter so i backed off 😭😭😭 this is my first hosting a dtiys thing so if i look messy im sorry

(MORE INFO BELOW)

This is an competition for my birthday which is on October 5th!! I hope to end submissions there but I will push back the date if needed.

For the DTIYS competiton, you will be drawing my persona Quartz!!

THE WINNER PRIZES

1st place - fully colored and rendered art !!

2nd place - black and white !!

3rd place - a silly sketch !!

RULES:

Please do not draw suggestive art of my character or any characters you plan to draw with my character (aka NO NSFW!!)

You can draw her with any of the octotrio!! (fem or not!!) but keep it platonic. (UNLESS IT’S FEM AZUL 😍😍😍😍)

No tracing over other people’s works and NO AI (if i have heard you using AI or tracing others works, I will disqualify you.)

If you post your art for the competition, please tag me!! -> @/quartztwst and put it under the tag #QueamSoda (SHIT SOUNDS CORNY I KNOW)

You can draw Quartz in different hairstyles if you want but please keep the rest of her the way she is.

Different posing and composition is allowed!!

You can add other things if you want!!

If you have won one of the prizes this is the list on what I’m not willing to draw:

Gore; I am not good at gore

Sexual/NSFW art; I am a teenager. Please do not request this.

No proship/depictions of p*dophilia

Submission deadline is October 5th!!✨

if you need me to push back the date a little, please let me know!

ALSO!! Do your daily clicks!!

[cosmicdream222]

Welcome ✨

Call me Cosmic. she/her. Millennial.

I blog about manifesting, loa, reality shifting, the void, etc. If that isn’t your cup of tea, peace out 👽 Asks & DMs are open as long as you are kind & respectful but please read through the FAQ before asking anything!

★ About me ★

I started making aff tapes & subliminals for myself & sharing them here on tumblr in the fall of 2023, and began posting on yt in April 2024.

YouTube channel 📌Previous pinned

Void, shifting & loa stuff compiled from others

The void explained in an old reiki book

An interview with a shifter who has been time-leaping since 2001

The void explained by a lucid dreaming instructor

Near-death experience & manifesting

Misc inspiration from loa twitter

More motivation from loa twitter

Just desire, intend & know it's possible

The universe is a giant hologram

You already have it all

Master Shifter Love Remix Series

How shifting works (the whole package)

Shifting is a law - so treat it like one

Shifting is the least special thing in the world

Shifting/manifesting is not your job

You deserve everything you want

Vanilla explains: Past Lives, Death & Afterlives

Resources, Challenges & Methods

DMT breathwork to enter the void

Wake up with your dream life: affirm & relax challenge

EFT tapping script

Manifesting is not a process challenge

What is Psych-k?

The Phase Basics

SSILD for lucid dreaming

Tips for lucid dreaming

Dream life script Google doc template

My OG void concept aff tape

My Void state subs on Google drive

Full desired appearance & beauty sub

Saturating session with my cats

FAQ: Read these before sending a question!

"Can I manifest...?"

YES. It doesn't matter what it is: the answer is always yes. You can manifest anything you want. Anything!

I will no longer be answering any questions about deadlines/time

About me & my personal experiences & successes

The time I entered the void before I knew what the void was

How do you personally manifest?

Have you entered the void?

Backstory about me and this blog

A quick example on affirming to combat negative thoughts

Success: reconnected with sp after 8+ yrs NC

My mom got super fast subliminal results?!

Manifesting/shifting/void 101

What is the state of the wish fulfilled?

A reminder not to create stories around unwanted circumstances

What is the void?

How do we manifest?

States are not a method

Persisting does not mean repetition

How do I persist properly?

Does robotic affirming work?

What is a saturating session?

Is birds before land a thing?

How do I improve my visualization skills?

How can I manifest in a scientifically proven way?

Doubts/fears/troubleshooting

The void is hard for me, any tips?

How can shifting be simple when it’s so hard for me?

Is shifting real?

What happens to my current self after shifting?

When we manifest are we shifting to a new reality?

When I manifest something, will other people see it too?

How long does it take to see results?

How can I stop obsessing about results?

I’m scared I’m abandoning/betraying people in this reality when I shift/enter the void

Why do some people fail?

What am I doing wrong?

I have doubts, what if this doesn’t work?

How do I convince the logical part of myself?

How can I ignore my toxic/negative circumstances?

What should I do if I’m overthinking?

Funnies :)

The affirming carrot

Me not reacting to 3D circumstances like

[sanho-crwpff]

practicing some digital inking things and drawing my wife to distract myself from deadlines like the Victorian artist I am. And of course I couldn't pass up an opportunity to draw some woopers with the new plushes ✨ Maybe I'll render it one day...

Timelapse! I choose you!!! (I deeply regret changing her expression from the first one….might put it back)

[f0point5]

I had the time of my life, with you

Companion piece to the Max Verstappen x bestfriend!reader social media au

✨Set in Abu Dhabi 2021, right before the race✨

A/N: So it turns out setting myself deadlines actually works lol. I still have a love/hate relationship with these pieces. But, I have a special place in my heart for this one because I had the title in my head since like the second week of the smau and I didn’t use it for any other chapter because of that. And also it’s an Easter egg because in the AD bonus part Y/N uses it as a caption for her Instagram post as an Easter egg for Max ;) we love a mastermind. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little ramble.

You thought you knew tension. You thought, growing up like you did, you were more than familiar. The eerie silence, the glazed expressions as your mind tries to protect you from close the chaos is, the pit in your stomach, that heaviness of breath, that feeling of cold that goes down to your bones no matter the weather.

Fucking hell, were you wrong.

You’ve never known tension like this.

The garage is thrumming with energy. Everyone is going about their business quicker, deeper, quieter, than it seems like they ever have. The grandstands are filling up, music blasting over the speakers. There’s a palpable electricity in the air. You’ve been shivering all day, unable to get warm enough even in a jacket in the desert heat.

You wrap your arms around yourself as you wind through along the narrow corridors behind the garage to the small room that Max has been hiding in. For the first time in a while, you knock instead of going straight it.

You’ve barely seen him all day, he’s been pulled this way and that for a hundred interviews and briefings, ducking the Netflix crews who’ve never been so sycophantic. They made him a villain, and now they lurk like there’s blood in the water in case he becomes the hero. Selfishly, you’ve missed him, and when you’d said as much to Christian, he’d just nodded to the back of the garage.

“He’s taking a couple of minutes to himself,” Christian had said, fixing his gaze on you. “But you should go and see him,”

So you had. And as you heard a gentle “Come in,” over the noise of drills and loud dance music and stepped inside, you realised why.

This was tension, you thought as your eyes fell on Max. He was on the small couch, hunched over, elbows resting on his thighs, hands clasped together almost as if he were praying. It’s like you can see every muscle in his body pulled taut under his fireproofs. He doesn’t even raise his head when you come in, but you suppose he glances at your shoes to know it’s you.

You close the door behind you, leaning against it. You’re not sure why, but it feels like you’ll bother him less from over here.

“Hey, champ,” you say, mustering a smile in case he looks at you. He doesn’t, at first. His eyes stay on the ground, and then, painfully slowly, his head lifts.

His eyes are still your favourite colour, his hair is still a bit too long, he’s still unshaven because he couldn’t be bothered even though he might be looking at pictures of this night for the rest of his life. He’s still Max.

“It’s a bit early for that,” he says, his half smile as delicate as yours. Yeah, still Max.

“Respectfully, I disagree,” you tell him crossing your arms over your chest as he looks up at you. “Since I can remember you’ve wanted to be a champion, and since I can remember, I knew you would be. That nickname is twenty years in the making,”

His eyes drop to his hands again and your heart drops with them. You’re trying so hard to say the right thing, but it was arrogant to think you ever had a chance. What experience in your frivolous existence would help you know what to say at a time like this. You wonder if you should just leave him to it as you fold your bottom lip between your teeth to chew at it as another shiver wracks your body.

“Twenty years,” Max says quietly, making you look over at him again. “It’s a long time,”

“Yeah, it is,” you reply, nodding even though he’s not looking at you. You edge closer to him, and when he doesn’t react, you take a seat beside him. Not as close as every cell in your body tells you you need to be, but as close as you feel like he’d want right now.

“You don’t understand,” he says with a sigh.

You don’t respond, because you know you don’t. You’ve never committed to anything, loved anything, lived for anything, like this. This dream of his has outlived marriages, outlasted memories, predated a friendship that feels like it has been going on forever. It’s the only thing Max has ever wanted. You’ll never be able to understand, because no matter how much you love him, he loved racing first.

“Tell me what to say, Max,” you almost beg as you reach towards him. You can’t even hold his hand, so you just place yours on his wrist, fingertips resting against his skin at the edge of his sleeve.

You glance over at him, naively hoping he will look over at you and tell you what he needs from you. Because you’d do anything.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he just says, “I’m sorry,” in a small voice the brings a lump to your throat.

You shake your head. “Don’t be. I know I don’t understand. No one can. Not me, not Christian, not Stan, not even your dad. You’ve outclassed your whole support system here,” you say this last part with a laugh, but it’s true. He’s alone now more than ever, he’ll stand on that top step alone, too. “We’re all so proud of you, you know,”

“I know,” he mutters, and it kind of breaks you how dismissive he is, even if you know why.

“Do you?” You ask him, leaning a little closer to him, but he doesn’t react.

He just continues staring at his hands as he untangles them, his left fingers curling backwards until they brush over your hand on his wrist, and you hastily slot your fingers into his as he lets out a heavy breath.

“Yeah.” He says, sounding more resolute this time.

“And you know that we’ll be proud of you, even if-“ you can’t even bring yourself to say it. “We’ll be proud of you regardless.”

“I know,” he says, “but it’s not enough,”

Despite yourself, you let out a frustrated sigh. “Max, I know that it’s not a trophy, but-“

“No,” he says, squeezing your hand to silence you. “It’s not that. I mean that it’s not enough, to come second.”

You grip his hand tighter as he lets out a laboured breath, his head lifting so he can stare straight ahead where the Dutch flag is pinned to the wall.

“We didn’t do all this to come second.” His voice is low and reverent. “My mum, Vic, I took so much from them. My dad gave up his whole life for this. You put your life on hold for this. It can’t all be for nothing,”

He’s never really said it, but you know what he means - this win is owed. He owes his mother a marriage, his sister a father, and his father a career. And none of that is in his gift, but if he can weigh a championship against all that sacrifice, then maybe he will be forgiven. Maybe for the first time in a long time, he’ll race with a clean slate. Without wondering whether he was worth the life he cost those around him, and the life he cost himself. And you want that for him. God, you want that more than anything.

You reach for him before you can stop yourself. Space be damned. You cup his cheek in your free hand and force him to look at you.

“Max, It won’t be for nothing.” You promise him, your nails pressing gently into his skin as if you’re trying to hold onto him. Like he might float away. “Not to me. Not to anyone who loves you. Even if you don’t win today, even if you never do, even if you shunt on the first lap. I had the time of my life with you this year. Being there for you will never have been for nothing,”

He wants to believe you, you can see it. But even if he believes that you all think that, he doesn’t think that. How do you tell him it’s worth it, when you both know there’s only one way for him to prove it?

“Do you want me to drive?”

Your question catches him off guard so much as that he snorts his laughter. You feel the air against your face as he falls back against the couch.

“I’m serious,” you say, grinning as you watch him. “I’ll put on the suit and the helmet and do the race for you, like Mulan. I did the track walk, I know where I’m going. Vaguely, anyway ,”

You’re making a meal of this mediocre joke, but you’ll do anything you can to keep him as carefree as he looks right now. With his head thrown back and the colour returning to his cheeks as his shoulders shake.

“Engel,” he says, his head lolling in your direction, “You really think you have a better chance of winning than me?”

You reach over to move a stray strand of hair away from his forehead, and his eyes follow your fingers.

“No, I don’t,” you say, letting your hand slide through his hair to rest on his jaw. “Because you, Max Emilian Verstappen, know how to win races better than anyone.”

Your thumb brushed across his stubbled cheek and he leans into it instinctively, just like the cats. The smile you give him feels more like one you remember, and the ones he returns reaches his bright eyes.

“Alright,” he says with a shrug.

He gets to his feet in one smooth movement, pulling you with him towards the door by your entwined hands that you’d quite forgotten about. He must have, too, because when he notices he squeezes your hand to get you to look up at him. When you do, your breath catches in your throat, and for the first time all day, you feel warm.

“I better go and win, then,” he says lightly, pulling the door open.

No one will you believe you, but you know then that you’ll be looking up at him on that podium tonight, when he’ll be a world champion.

“You will.”

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[lila-lou]

✨ His only exception - Pt. 26/? ✨

Summary: 12 months ago, Butcher went above and beyond to have you join his team. You had a simple office job at Supe Affairs. The same thing every day, working from 9 to 5 and watching Butcher and his team defeat one renegade after another. One evening, however, something changed.

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, hurt, soft Ben

Word Count: 5506

A/N: This is part 26 of “His only exception”.

English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

As another week passed, the routine of work provided a temporary distraction from the turmoil of your personal life. Sitting at your desk on a Friday morning, you found solace in the camaraderie of your colleagues, the lighthearted banter momentarily easing the weight of your emotions.

As you joked with Jay, a sense of normalcy settled over you, the laughter a welcome respite from the complexities of your relationship with Ben.

But just as you began to relax into the moment, the sound of the door opening drew your attention.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked up to see Ben walking into the room, his eyes fixed on Jay as he approached. A pang of unease settled in the pit of your stomach as you watched Ben's gaze linger on your colleague.

Despite your efforts to maintain a sense of normalcy, the weight of the unresolved tension between you and Ben hung heavy in the air, threatening to suffocate you with its intensity.

As Ben's eyes finally met yours, a flicker of emotion passed between you. With a heavy heart, you forced a smile, the facade of normalcy slipping into place even as the turmoil within you raged on, unresolved and unspoken.

But Ben quickly looked back at Jay and let a tower of papers fall onto Jay's desk with a heavy thud, the atmosphere in the room shifted, the tension palpable as everyone's attention turned towards the unfolding scene.

"What's this?", Jay asked, his brow furrowing in confusion as he surveyed the stack of papers before him.

Ben's expression remained unreadable as he muttered, "Those are files for the supes which seems to be problematic. You'll have to profile and track them down by Monday".

Jay's eyes widened in disbelief at the daunting task laid out before him. "Monday? That's a crazy deadline", he exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity.

Ben’s smirk widened into a grin, his eyes glinting with amusement at Jay’s obvious discomfort. “Well, better get fucking started then”, he replied dismissively.

As Jay's frustration grew, he couldn't help but mumble under his breath, "That's not possible…".

"Oh, but it is possible", Ben said condescendingly, his eyes narrowing as he asserted his authority. "And if you can't handle it, maybe we need to find someone who fucking can".

Jay's jaw clenched in frustration at Ben's thinly veiled threat, his hands curling into fists as he struggled to contain his anger. The unfairness of the situation burned within him, but he knew that challenging Ben would only make matters worse.

With a steely resolve, Jay forced himself to swallow his pride, nodding curtly in acknowledgment of Ben's authority. "I'll get it done", he replied through gritted teeth, his voice tinged with defiance.

Ben's smirk widened into a satisfied grin as he straightened up, his dominance reaffirmed. With a smug nod, he turned on his heel and sauntered out of the room, leaving Jay to grapple with the daunting task before him.

As Jay watched Ben's retreating figure, a sense of resentment boiled within him, fueled by the unfairness of Ben's treatment.

As the tension lingered in the air, you couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that gnawed at your conscience. You knew that Ben’s harsh treatment of Jay was likely fueled by the unresolved issues between the two of you, and you couldn’t bear to see your colleague suffer because of it.

Steeling yourself, you turned to Jay. "I'll go talk to him", you said firmly, your voice tinged with determination. "No one deserves to be treated like this".

Jay's expression softened with gratitude as he nodded in appreciation. "Thanks", he replied, his voice filled with relief. "I appreciate it".

With a reassuring smile, you stood up from your desk and made your way to the elevator, your resolve unwavering.

You made your way to the top floor, your footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as you approached Ben's office. With a sense of determination driving you forward, you didn't even bother to knock as you pushed the door open, the familiar sight of Ben greeted you, his actions not surprising anymore.

As you stepped inside, you found Ben in his usual state, sniffing a line, the remnants of his indulgence evident on the desk before him.

"We need to talk", you said firmly, your voice cutting through the silence of the room.

Ben looked up, his eyes widening in surprise as he registered your presence. A flicker of unease passed over his features, but he quickly masked it with a nonchalant demeanor.

"What's up?", he replied casually.

You took a deep breath. "We need to talk about the way you've been treating Jay", you said, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "It's not fair, and it's not right".

As your words hung in the air, a flicker of annoyance crossed Ben's features at the mention of Jay's name. Despite his attempts to mask it, the jealousy simmered beneath the surface, evident in the way his jaw tensed and his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

"That´s his fucking job".

"He's been under a lot of pressure because of the deadline you gave him… again", you replied evenly, refusing to back down. "You can't keep treating him like that".

Ben's expression darkened at your words, his grip tightening on the edge of the desk. "He's not your fucking concern".

You sighed, the tension between you and Ben palpable as you struggled to find common ground. "He's my colleague, Ben", you said firmly, your voice tinged with frustration. "And how you treat him is my concern".

Ben’s frustration boiled over, his temper flaring. “That little pussy didn’t even fuck you, so why are you acting like this?”, he snapped.

You recoiled at his words.

“This isn’t about that, Ben. This is about you treating people with respect, something you seem to have forgotten how to do”.

As Ben’s frustration simmered, he took a step closer to you, his expression a mixture of anger and hurt. “You love that fucking cocksucker?”, he demanded, his voice tinged with accusation. “Is that why you’re stepping in for him?”.

You bristled at his words, the sting of his jealousy cutting deep. “Of course not! But you can´t behave like that”, you insisted, your voice firm despite the tremor of emotion beneath the surface.

Ben’s jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his emotions, the tension between you thick in the air. “I can’t believe you’re defending him over me”, he muttered.

You shook your head. “I’m not choosing sides here, Ben”, you replied, your tone weary with exhaustion. “But I won’t stand by and watch you treat people like crap, no matter who they are”.

Before Ben could say anything in response, another wave of nausea washed over you, your stomach churning with unease. Clutching your abdomen, you muttered, "Not again", under your breath before hastily making your way towards the bathroom.

Ben's voice called out after you, concern laced with frustration evident in his tone. "You okay?", he asked, his footsteps quickening as he followed you.

You didn't stop to respond, the urgency of your discomfort driving you forward as you reached the bathroom and disappeared inside, the sound of retching echoing off the walls.

As you hunched over the toilet, the world spinning around you, you couldn't help but wonder if the stress of the situation had finally taken its toll on your body.

Ben followed you into the bathroom. His expression softened with concern as he knelt behind you, holding up your hair gently. You tried to push him away weakly, but your strength failed you, and you continued to vomit.

"Hey, easy there", Ben murmured, his voice softening despite the tension between you.

You choked back another wave of nausea, your stomach twisting with agony. "I'm fine. Leave me alone", you muttered weakly.

Ben's grip tightened slightly as he continued to support you. "You're not fucking fine", he insisted, his voice tinged with worry. "This isn't normal. You need to see a doctor".

You wanted to snap at him, to push him away and assert your independence. But in that moment, all you could focus on was the overwhelming nausea and weakness that consumed you.

As you struggled to catch your breath, a sense of vulnerability washed over you, and despite the tension between you and Ben, you couldn't help but feel a glimmer of gratitude for his presence.

Ben continued to support you, one hand holding up your hair and the other resting reassuringly on your shoulder. He couldn't help but feel a surge of concern for your well-being.

"Did you eat something wrong?", he asked.

You shook your head weakly, the nausea still gripping you tightly. "No", you replied hoarsely, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling like this for days".

Ben's grip on your shoulder tightened. "Why didn't you say anything?", he asked, his voice tinged with frustration and regret.

You sighed, the weight of his question weighing heavily on your shoulders. "I didn't want to worry anyone", you admitted, your voice filled with exhaustion. "I thought it would pass, but it's only gotten worse".

He gently rubbed your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "We'll get you to a doctor", he said firmly. "You need to take care of yourself".

"You don't have to be here with me", you murmured, your voice filled with a mix of gratitude and vulnerability as you leaned slightly back against Ben's chest.

Ben's arms tightened around you, his embrace offering a silent reassurance that spoke volumes. "I want to be here", he replied. "I want to make sure you're okay".

As you rested against him, the weight of his words and the comfort of his embrace washed over you, filling you with a sense of warmth and security that you hadn't felt in far too long.

As Ben held you against his chest, giving you a moment of solace, his super hearing picked up on something unusual. His brows furrowed in concern, and he gently turned you in his arms, his head sinking towards your belly, his ear pressed against it.

You watched him with a mix of confusion and curiosity, unsure of what he was doing. “Ben, what’s wrong?”, you asked, your voice filled with concern.

Ben remained silent for a moment, his expression deep in concentration as he listened intently. Then, his eyes widened in realization.

“There’s something… someone”, he began, his voice barely above a whisper, “inside you”.

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in, a flood of emotions washing over you. “What do you mean?”, you asked, your voice trembling.

Ben looked up at you, his eyes cold.

Ben’s words hung heavy in the air, you felt a wave of confusion and disbelief wash over you. Before you could process what he had just said, he abruptly let go of you, his expression hardening with anger.

“You fucking lied to me”, he spat, his voice laced with venom as he took a step back, his hands forming into fists at his sides. “You did get fucked by that fuckface”.

Your heart sank at his accusation, the weight of his words crushing you beneath their weight. “Ben, no, that’s not true!”, you protested, your voice trembling with emotion. “I didn’t sleep with Jay! You´re the only one, ever".

But Ben’s anger only seemed to intensify at your denial, his eyes flashing with fury as he glared at you. “Don’t you fucking dare kepp lying to me”, he growled, his voice low and menacing. “I heard it with my own fucking ears. There’s someone inside you, and it’s fucking obviously not mine!”.

You recoiled at his words as you struggled to make sense of what was happening.

As Ben stood before you, his fists clenched and his gaze filled with accusation, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of despair wash over you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to comprehend Ben’s accusations.

“I… I can’t be pregnant, Ben”, you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. “It’s not possible”.

You met his accusing gaze, the anguish in your eyes mirroring the turmoil within your heart. “Supes can’t make babies, and I only slept with you”, you insisted, your voice trembling with emotion. “There’s no way I could be pregnant”.

As your words hung in the air, Ben's expression twisted with rage, his anger boiling over as he refused to accept your explanation.

"Don't you think I fucking know that supes can't make babies?", he snapped, his voice dripping with contempt. "That's why I fucking know that you let yourself get railed by that fucker!".

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you struggled to find the words to defend yourself, but the weight of his accusations left you speechless.

As Ben's rage reached a boiling point, his chest began to glow, the manifestation of his intense emotions radiating from within.

"Please, Ben", you begged, your voice choked with tears as you pleaded for him to believe you. "You have to trust me".

But his anger seemed to consume him, his features contorted with fury as he glared at you.

"I trusted you!", he seethed. "And this is how you repay me? By lying to my face?".

You shook your head frantically, the weight of his accusations crushing you beneath their weight. "I'm not lying, Ben", you insisted, your voice trembling with desperation. "I would never betray you like that".

As Ben's rage threatened to consume him complete, you reached out and gently took his hand.

"Ben, please", you pleaded, your voice trembling with urgency as you tried to calm him down. "You have to listen to me. I'm not lying to you!".

His chest continued to glow.

"I need you to trust me", you implored, your grip tightening on his hand as you searched his eyes for any sign of understanding. "We can ask a Vought doctor to check on me, to confirm if I'm really pregnant. I can't believe it myself, but if it will help you believe me, then I'll do it".

Your heart ached with the weight of his mistrust, but you refused to give up hope that he would see reason.

As Ben felt the warmth of your hand in his, he glanced down at your intertwined fingers, his features softening slightly as a semblance of calm washed over him. But the tension in his shoulders remained, a silent reminder of the doubts that still lingered in his mind.

You squeezed his hand again. "Please, Ben", you urged, your voice filled with urgency as you implored him to trust you. "We need to know, for both of our sakes".

After a moment of silence, Ben finally relented, his expression weary but resigned. "Fine", he conceded, his voice barely above a whisper. "We'll see a Vought doctor".

As Ben released your hand and allowed you to rinse your mouth, a tense silence hung between you, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. Despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, a sense of solidarity settled over you as you prepared to face the truth together.

Once you had finished, you stepped out of the bathroom and made your way to the elevator, Ben falling into step beside you. The air between you was thick with unspoken words.

After a brief conversation with the lead doctor, Ben ensured that the sensitive nature of your visit remained confidential. With a nod of assurance, the doctor agreed to respect your privacy and refrain from disclosing any details of your consultation.

As Ben guided you inside the examination room, a sense of apprehension settled over you, the weight of the impending revelation hanging heavy in the air.

Inside the room, you stepped behind the curtain and began to undress, a surge of vulnerability washed over you, the reality of the situation hitting you with a jolt. Peering out from behind the curtain, you met Ben's gaze, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your features.

"Do you really need to be inside the room?", you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty.

Ben's expression hardened, his resolve unwavering as he met your gaze with steely determination. "Of fucking course", he replied firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You swallowed hard, understanding the depth of his conviction. With a resigned nod, you turned back towards the task at hand, steeling yourself for the examination that lay ahead.

Feeling slightly shy and exposed, you walked over to the examination chair and took your place. Before lifting your legs onto the stirrups, you glanced over at Ben, a hint of embarrassment coloring your cheeks.

"Um, can you at least stand beside me?", you asked, your voice tinged with discomfort. "I… I don't want my… you know… on full display".

"What's wrong, don't want me to get an eyeful?", he teased, unable to resist poking fun at your discomfort.

You rolled your eyes, swatting his arm in mock annoyance. "Shut up, Ben", you retorted. "Just stand over there, okay?".

Ben rolled his eyes, but relented, moving to stand beside you.

He leaned in closer as he whispered teasingly, "You know, I've already seen every inch of you in nearly every position by now".

"Yeah, yeah, very funny", you replied, shaking your head. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, Ben's playful banter helped ease the tension.

As the doctor conducted the ultrasound, using the same equipment typically reserved for Vought's human employees, a sense of unease settled over the room. You glanced nervously at Ben, his expression mirroring your own apprehension as you awaited the doctor's assessment.

After a few moments of tense silence, the doctor's brows furrowed in confusion as he studied the images on the monitor. "Hmmm, that's unusual", he muttered, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a sense of dread settling over you like a heavy weight. "What do you mean?", you asked, your voice trembling with apprehension.

The doctor hesitated for a moment before responding, his expression grave. "Well, typically in cases like this…", he began, his words trailing off as he struggled to find the right explanation. "But in your case, there seems to be… something different".

As the tension in the room reached its peak, Ben's patience wore thin, his frustration evident in the sharpness of his tone. "Just tell us what the fuck is unusual", he demanded, his voice laced with urgency.

The doctor met Ben's gaze with a solemn expression, his hesitation palpable. "I… I can't actually see anything", he admitted, his voice tinged with concern. "It's like there's… a wall, blocking my view".

"A wall?", you echoed, your voice barely above a whisper.

The doctor nodded gravely, his expression troubled. "Yes, it's as if… something is obstructing the ultrasound waves, preventing me from seeing what's inside", he explained, his voice trailing off as he struggled to articulate the inexplicable anomaly.

As the doctor made another attempt, maneuvering the ultrasound probe inside you with a bit more force, you couldn't suppress a whimper of discomfort.

"Fucking watch it", Ben growled, his voice low and menacing. "Don't hurt her".

The doctor paused, taken aback by Ben's sudden outburst. "I'm sorry", he apologized, his tone contrite. "I didn't mean to cause any discomfort".

The doctor sighed, acknowledging the challenge posed by the unusual circumstances. "I think it might be best to try an ultrasound on your belly instead", he suggested, his tone resigned. "Let's move over to the examination bed".

You nodded in agreement, grateful for the doctor's persistence in seeking alternative solutions. Rising from the chair, you made your way over to the examination bed, Ben following closely behind, his protective demeanor never faltering. As you settled onto the bed, you braced yourself for the next phase of the examination, hoping for some clarity amidst the uncertainty.

The doctor proceeded with caution, lifting your shirt with gentle hands as Ben observed his every move with a watchful gaze.

Once your belly was exposed, the doctor began the ultrasound examination, your mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. You couldn't shake the feeling of disbelief at the possibility of being pregnant. It seemed utterly impossible, and yet, the signs were there—your slightly bloated belly serving as a silent reminder of the uncertainty that loomed over you.

The doctor's brow furrowed in concentration as he continued the examination, his movements methodical as he searched for any sign of what could be causing the unusual symptoms.

"I'm sorry", he finally said, his tone tinged with frustration. "I still can't see anything".

You exchanged a worried glance with Ben, the gravity of the situation sinking in. The absence of any clear explanation only deepened the mystery surrounding your condition, leaving you with more questions than answers.

The doctor packed away the ultrasound controller, his expression grave as he turned to address Ben.

"I could try an x-ray. Try to see what´s going on", he suggested, his tone cautious. "But if you´re actually pregnant, it would certainly hurt the child, or worse".

Ben raised his eyebrows as he turned to you, knowing that he definitely didn't knocked you up. But the decision ultimately rested with you, and he respected your choice.

You took a deep breath. "I can't be pregnant", you insisted, your voice steady despite the lingering uncertainty. "I'm willing to undergo the x-ray".

Your words were a declaration of your loyalty to Ben.

The doctor nodded in agreement, acknowledging your decision. "Alright, let's proceed with the x-ray", he said calmly, motioning for you to slip in the hospital dress.

Together, you made your way to the x-ray room.

After a while, the doctor carefully examined the x-ray images, his expression thoughtful as he studied them intently. After a moment, he turned the screen around so you could see the images for yourself.

You and Ben leaned in closer, your eyes scanning the intricate patterns of shadows and shapes displayed on the screen. Your heart pounded in your chest.

The doctor's voice broke the tense silence as he announced the unexpected revelation, his excitement palpable in the air. "There's a baby", he exclaimed, his eyes wide with astonishment. "And it's unlike anything I've ever seen before". He pointed to a tiny little skeleton.

Ben's initial reaction was one of disbelief, his mind struggling to process the news. "Congratulations", he muttered, his tone subdued as he prepared to leave, his assumption leading him to believe the baby was conceived with someone else.

But before Ben could take another step, the doctor's words halted him in his tracks, his voice firm and commanding as he addressed Ben directly.

The doctor's words hung in the air, punctuated by the gravity of the revelation. "Given the circumstances, it's clear that this is no ordinary pregnancy. It's… a supe baby".

Ben stood frozen in shock, his mind reeling as he struggled to comprehend the enormity of the news. His thoughts raced, the implications of what the doctor had just revealed sending a shiver down his spine.

Meanwhile, tears streamed down your cheeks, a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming emotion washing over you like a tidal wave. The news hitting you with full force. You were pregnant.

As you and Ben grappled with the shock of the doctor's revelation, a sense of uncertainty hung heavy in the air, the future suddenly filled with more questions than answers.

The doctor handed you a tissue, offering a small gesture of comfort in the face of the overwhelming news. "I know this is a lot to take in", he said softly, his expression sympathetic.

"Thank you", you murmured, your voice choked with emotion.

The doctor sighed, his expression grave as he continued. "I have to be honest with you", he admitted, his tone somber. "This is uncharted territory for me and my team. We've never encountered a situation like this before, and there's no telling what the future holds for you or the baby".

As his words sank in, a sense of unease settled over you.

Feeling the weight of the news settling in, you placed a trembling hand on your belly, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing moment.

As Ben remained frozen beside you, his shock palpable in the air, you turned to him, your heart aching with a mixture of emotions. "Ben", you whispered, your voice barely above a hoarse whisper. "We… we need to talk".

But Ben's gaze remained distant, his mind clearly elsewhere as he struggled to process the enormity of the situation.

"Take your time to process this", the doctor said softly. "Come back tomorrow, and we'll run some tests".

You nodded, gratitude filling your heart for the doctor's understanding. Standing up, you reached out for Ben's hand, seeking comfort in his presence. However, he pulled away, his expression still distant and his mind clearly preoccupied.

After you got dressed, you led the way to the elevators, Ben following silently behind you.

Ben's movements were tense as he entered his office, the weight of the news heavy on his shoulders. He rubbed his face harshly, trying to shake off the shock that gripped him. Struggling to breathe, he pulled off his vest, the material of his supe suit feeling constricting in that moment.

As his gaze fell upon you, sitting quietly on his couch, tears glistening in your eyes, a pang of guilt shot through him. Despite his own turmoil, he couldn't ignore the pain etched on your face.

With a heavy sigh, he approached you slowly, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm. "I… I don't know what to say", he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I never imagined… this".

You looked up at Ben, your voice barely above a whisper as you spoke. “I don’t know what to do either”, you admitted, the weight of the situation bearing down on you. “I never imagined… getting pregnant, maybe ever, and especially not with a supe baby… With the first supe baby”.

Tears welled up in your eyes again, the magnitude of the situation hitting you like a tidal wave.

Ben let himself sink down beside you, his gaze fixed on the floor as he absorbed the weight of your words. "I always wished for kids", he murmured , his voice tinged with disbelief. "But I never thought it was possible".

Ben sighed deeply, his heart aching as he looked at you, his gaze softened by the love and concern he felt for you. "C'mere", he mumbled softly, pulling you gently into his arms. You nestled against his chest as tears streamed down your cheeks.

He held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you, as you cried against his chest. His touch was gentle, his fingers softly brushing over your head in a soothing gesture, knowing that you needed him to be strong for you in that moment.

Ben's chin rested gently on your head as he held you close, his gaze drifting out of the window as he watched the world beyond. He couldn't bear to see you sad, especially knowing that he was often the cause of your pain.

Silence enveloped the room as he held you, his heart heavy. He wished he could take away your sadness, to shield you from the hurt that he had inflicted upon you.

But in that moment, all he could do was hold you close.

After a while, Ben pulled back slightly, tilting your chin so that your eyes met his. His gaze was gentle, filled with a silent understanding of the emotions swirling within you.

"Want me to drive you home?", he asked softly.

With red and puffy eyes, you nodded in response.

As you sat in the car beside Ben, your gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, your mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Despite the surreal news of the pregnancy, your hand instinctively fell to your belly, which remained flat as always.

You weren't happy. You were overwhelmed with sadness and uncertainty, grappling with the reality of the situation and what it meant for your future.

Ben watched you silently, his concern evident in the gentle glances he cast your way. "Are you hungry?", he asked softly. When you responded with a shrug, his usual impatience was replaced with understanding. Instead of rolling his eyes, he simply squeezed your thigh softly, offering a comforting touch to reassure you that he was there for you.

"Tomorrow, the world will look different", Ben mumbled, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "And even though it's a lot to take in right now, I know you'll handle it perfectly fine, like you always do".

As Ben parked in front of the house, he opened you the door, his hand on your lower back as he guided you inside.

Inside, Ben poured himself a big glass of whiskey and downed it in one go. His actions spoke volumes, revealing the turmoil and stress that weighed heavily on his shoulders.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, you watched him quietly, the gravity of the situation sinking in with each passing moment. The prospect of becoming parents to the first supe baby was daunting, to say the least, and the uncertainty of what lay ahead filled you both with a sense of apprehension.

As you asked softly if he's okay, your voice filled with genuine concern, Ben let out a deep, weak chuckle. "You're the one to worry about", he mumbled, his words tinged with exhaustion.

Crossing his arms, he looked at you with a mixture of apprehension and determination, his gaze searching yours for reassurance amidst the uncertainty that loomed over you both.

"What do we do? Do you… do you want me to… get rid of it?", you asked quietly.

Ben's eyes widened at your question, shocked and hurt by the implication. He couldn't find the words to respond, his heart heavy with the realization of what you were considering.

Ben’s heart sank as he struggled to process your question. He had never imagined being faced with such a difficult decision, and the thought of losing the child, his child, tore at him in a way he couldn’t articulate.

After a moment of silence, Ben finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s my child, (y/n)”.

Tears welled up in your eyes once again as the weight of his words sinking in. Your heart ached with uncertainty and fear as you grappled with the overwhelming emotions coursing through you.

"I don't know if you would want to keep it", you whimpered, your voice trembling with vulnerability. Tears streamed down your face, your nerves frayed by the enormity of the situation. "I don't know if you want a baby with me".

Ben stepped in front of you, his expression tender as he knelt down and took your hands in his.

"(y/n), I… I never imagined the possibility of having a real child", he admitted, his gaze locked with yours. "But now that it's real, I couldn't dream of anyone else but you to have a family with. I would never want you to get rid of our baby".

Tears kept streaming down your face as you looked down at him, your heart heavy with emotion. Your voice trembled as you voiced the thoughts that had been racing through your mind.

“Ben, I… I don’t know how to handle this”, you confessed, the weight of your relationship problems and fears weighing heavily on your shoulders. “I’m scared, Ben. Scared of what this means… for us”.

Ben's heart ached as he watched the tears glisten in your eyes, his own emotions mirroring yours. He knew he had to say it, now or never. Gently cupping your face in his hands, he looked deep into your eyes, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I love you, (y/n)", he confessed, the weight of his words hanging in the air between you.

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A/N: ._. well, what can I say… A warning in advance for the following chapters: please do not read any further if you cannot cope with possible triggers. In order not to give everything away in advance, I will not write down all of the warnings in the description above, or rather leave them very vague.

Oh, and we have to play with our imaginations a bit when it comes to anything medical haha.

Stay tuned! Please let me know what you think.🥰

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Part 27

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“I’m Here, Go Back to Sleep”

MGK x Female Reader

Warnings - None. Just pure fluff!

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Waking up to an empty bed these days wasn’t unusual these days, with the album deadline slowly creeping up day by day, Colson spent almost all of his hours in the studio, working himself to the bone to produce an album everyone can enjoy.

With your own workplace continuously overworking you, sleep or time didn’t come easily to you either. You couldn’t remember the last time both you and Colson had actually spent more than a few minutes at a time together in the same room and it was starting to become very lonely.

Leaving the cold and empty bed, after another night of hopeless tossing and turning, you sigh and drag yourself downstairs to the kitchen. Preparing for another day to survive on coffee you make one for both yourself and your boyfriend who didn’t even leave the studio last night. It was most likely he fell asleep there in the very early hours of the morning.

While the lack of sleep wasn’t new for Colson, it certainly was for you and you could feel it slowly starting to affect your mind and body.

You grab him a change of clothes, a blanket for yourself and his favourite aftershave before crossing over from the house into the converted studio space.

With the band already in session, you slipped in almost undetected, but as always, your eyes caught Colson’s immediately. You give him a small smile and walk over to give him what you had brought over.

“Babe, what are you doing up so early? You look exhausted” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You let out a small laugh and set yourself down on the closest chair.

“Gee, thanks Col”

After a quick clothes change and the others leaving in search for food, Colson calls you over to the desk he’s working at.

“Come, let me hold you” he mumbles, stretching his long arms out in your direction.

Wrapping the blanket tightly around you, you walk over to your lover and wrap yourself around him so you were straddling him. He holds you tightly and sways gently.

“You need to get some proper rest, baby, you are going to make yourself ill” he tells you softly.

You giggle to yourself at his concern for you, knowing full well he wouldn’t take his own advice even if you begged him.

“I’ll rest when you do” is your answer and you can practically feel him rolling his eyes at you, despite not actually being able to see him as you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

The two of you sit there quietly, as colson continues to sway you and hum a track from the new album into your ear.

Despite not being able to sleep properly, something about being in colson’s arms after so long, settles you and you cannot fight the call of sleep that beckons you. Your eyes close slowly and without protest as you rest against the frame of your man, the feeling of safely enveloping you.

Colson smiles down at you, tenderly, the look of frustration and stress leaving your features as you snore lightly.

He would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t missed these small intimate moments with you and did feel quite guilty for not making more time for you while in the process of doing this next album. You never once complained and took everything in your stride which is on of the many things he loved about you.

He couldn’t wait to look after you and treat you to something special as a way of thanks for all your support when the album was complete.

His train of thought was interrupted as he heard everyone coming back to continue the session. He panicked slightly as they all barged through the door and glared at them in an effort to silence the rowdiness they were currently displaying.

“Shhh! She hasn’t slept properly in weeks and I swear if any one of you wake her up! …” Colson hisses at his friends, before looking down at you to ensure you were still peacefully sleeping.

Slim is the first to put his hands up in mock surrender, a smirk plastered on his face as he leads the group back out the door, but he was secretly glad that this would mean Colson would be forced to take a break, even if it was just an hour or so. He knew he definitely needed one.

Once alone again, Colson lifts you up with ease and carries you over to the sofa, laying you down and climbing in beside you. He wraps his arms back around you settles in. The movement causes you to stir slightly, your eyes still closed you mumble for your boyfriend not to leave you.

“Shh baby, I’m here, go back to sleep”

[ziorre]

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