#“i care for you. I won't shut up about it until you lose weight”

[bluecollarmcandtf]

Am I Acting Weird?

Part II

I've been jogging on this treadmill for over an hour now. Cardio sucks, and I hate this old unventilated gym! When I joined the football team, I did it for the parties and cheerleaders! I just wanted to drink with the cool guys and get laid. I still do, but I haven't had a drop of alcohol in weeks. I can't even remember the last girl I hooked up with!

I used to think it was weird that I was suddenly working out all the time. It was like my entire personality had changed overnight.

I know it's not weird now. Max, my younger brother, told me so. I have to keep working out until I become the quarterback of the football team. Then I have to bulk up and train even more, so I can become a professional footballer. That's my new goal in life, and I can't wait for my little bro to be able to brag about being related to a pro athlete.

Sure, I never really wanted to play football professionally. If it were up to me, I'd be out drinking with my buds, but it's not up to me.

That's not weird right?

I shake my head and slow my aching legs. Droplets of sweat run down my face as I work to control my breathing. My whole body is sore from the conditioning. It doesn't help that this is my third workout of the day. Between my morning weight session, afternoon field practice, and this, I am totally whipped.

I stagger over to grab my workout gear. My night isn't over. I still have to bulk my stomach up for tomorrow.

With a frustrated sigh, I stomp out of the gym and march directly into the diner next door. I nod to the greasy cook behind the counter. I've become a regular here, so he knows me pretty well.

"The usual?" he grunts with a toothy grin.

I nod and sink into a booth.

Max, my little brother, got tired of me eating at the house. Apparently, it took our father too long to cook my bulking meals. Max has me eat here after my workouts, and I completely agree. Max shouldn't have to share our dad with me. He deserved to have someone at home cooking whenever he wanted to eat.

"Four burgers, fries, and a soda," the cook snickers as he slaps the tray in front of me, "A growing boy needs extra protein."

I grimace and turn away from the chef. His breath alone is enough to make me lose my appetite, but I take a big bite and swallow. I won't gain mass if I'm not consuming mass, and I obviously need to get bigger.

I've broken out into a second sweat by the time I'm done. Forcing myself to up, I have to adjust to my bloated waist. You'd think I'd get used to a packed stomach, but I always feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night.

I let out a belch and carry the dirty dishes to the back. It always feels weird strolling into an employees-only area like this, but it's part of how I get my meals for free. You see, the cook let's is nice as long as I take care of two things.

The dishes are the first thing.

"Leave the dishes," I hear his husky voice behind me, "I never wash 'em anyways."

I drop the dishes and turn the sink off, holding my gut as it growls in pain. My belly might ache, but I've got one more thing to do.

The cook watches me expectantly. He licks his chapped lips, and grabs at the bulge under his apron, between his two trunks of legs. He's already fishing the thing out. I know what he wants, so I drop to the floor. This has become just another part of my daily routine.

It's how I thank the chef.

I don't know how this became a habit, because I absolutely do not enjoy it! The man is filthy, and a man! I'm not gay! I like women, but I have to eat a lot to bulk up and Max liked the idea of me eating for free. It's not weird!

I let him manhandle me a bit, gripping my head and pulling my hair. The cook gets off faster if he roughs me up a little. He usually only lasts a few minutes, but it's the longest few minutes of the day.

It's not sex. It's just a transaction!

"Oh, yeah!" he growls with his eyes squeezed shut, "Yeah, boy! Fuck!"

I whip my head off his hairy crotch and jump to my feet. I spit into a napkin and wipe my mouth quickly. I know from experience that I won't be able to get the taste of sweat and meat out of my mouth until I brush my teeth thoroughly at home.

My part is finally done here, so I just want to leave!

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow morning, jocky boy!" he laughs, but I've already stormed out, marching down the street to my house. I'm trying not to think about how I'll be seeing him in a few hours for breakfast.

"Hey dad," I mumble, stepping inside.

"Boy," he answers dismissively, not even looking up from his work. As usual, he's wearing his home uniform: a suit and white gloves. I have a similar outfit for when I'm hanging around the house, but dad gets a lot more use out of his now that I'm constantly bulking up. Max is really the only one who seems to dress casually around here anymore.

I guess that makes him the weird one.

"What are you doing?" I ask, trying to start up a conversation.

"What's it look like, boy?" he answers gruffly, "I'm cleaning up after Max and his guests. Now, either get your uniform on and help or get out of my way."

His attitude makes me cringe a bit. Dad and I used to be really tight. We used to bond over sports and craft beer, but he doesn't really care about anything besides Max anymore.

I don't think he's gone to any of my games for the last few months. He's always cooking or cleaning for Max. I wish I understood. We used to tease Max all the time together, but now he gets angry anytime I try and bond with him. Like, it's totally normal and right for Max to be his new favorite, but I wish we could still chat every now and then.

"Sorry," I mutter.

My father ignores me and heads off to the kitchen in a rush. He looks erratic, and I can tell he's just as exhausted as I am. He's made it a habit of working extra hours at the office everyday. It's so he can bring home the biggest paycheck he can earn every week, but I know is affecting his sleep.

"Where is Max?" I ask.

My dad frowns, tersely responding, "Max took his guests to a movie in my car. The house needs to be clean and snacks need to be ready for when Max gets back."

"Oh," I sigh, "Are his friends staying over again? I'd stay up with you and help serve them, but Max said I should be getting nine hours of sleep every night."

"Go to bed, boy. I'll handle it," he states firmly, putting the final touches on the silver platter.

With that, my father picks up the tray of assorted snacks and walks them out into the living room. There he takes his place by the door and stands in his usual position. It's where he normally waits to welcome Max home everyday. Father and I know that someone like Max shouldn't have to put their own coat away or take off their own shoes.

"Alright, dad, see you tomorrow."

He doesn't answer. He's already standing still as a statue and probably won't move until Max gets back. Hopefully, my little brother won't keep him up too late.

Sleep won't be hard for me to find. I can barely keep my eyes open, and I pass out as soon as I fall on my bed. The rest of the night is a deep and dreamless void, while my stomach processes all the food I ate.

When I wake up, I find dad like this...

"Dad? Dad!" I give his shoulder a nudge.

He jumps to life, jerking his eyes around the trashed living room.

"Did you fall asleep standing up?"

"Maybe," he answers with shock, "Max had me holding everyone's coats while they enjoyed some beer. They must have moved to the bed while I drifted off."

"Aren't they a little young for beer?"

"Max and his guests are welcome to my alcohol whenever they want it!" he snaps back at me.

"Geez, ok."

"You have a workout you need to get to, boy," he barks, "And I'm going to have to hurry if I'm going to clean up this mess before work."

I stare at my father as he scrambles to clean up the living room once again. He looks even more exhausted and disheveled than last night. Hopefully, he would be able to clean everything up with enough time to shower and shave. I know that all of the household stuff is his responsibility, but sometimes it seems like too much.

With a shrug, I turn and step out of the door. My day is going to be the same miserable routine as the last. I'm not looking forward to any of it, but that's not weird. Like Max said, I'll just keep my head down, and power through.

[kaziwi]

I don't know if you accept angst, so I kind of have two requests. In case you write anguish, I wanted to ask: Ace x f!reader, after marineford ace survives and he ended up isolating himself and thinking only about getting stronger and the reader is always asking them to rest, but he never does and someday, he ends up losing patience with the reader and they end up drifting apart

sif you don't write anguish, I have the same request but instead of Ace losing his temper with the reader, he will like the reader's actions and become more clingy.

If you don't like it, just delete or ignore this request.

Hii!! I am so sorry for the wait!! I'm not too good with angst, so I hope this is okay. I hope you enjoy!!

Drifting Apart

Character(s): Ace

WC: 523

Summary: Ace wants to focus on getting stronger after Marineford, but you just want things to go back to normal (angst)

Ace made sure to lock the door before his workout, he didn't need anyone bothering him. He moved all his weights to his room, he couldn't have the rest of the crew distracting him. He started lifting his weights, slowly adding more to his training regiment each day. He didn't care how, but Ace knew he had to keep getting stronger.

At first Ace didn't hear the small knocks at his door, but once they turned into loud thuds, he put down his weights and opened the door.

"What," he said annoyed, not realizing it was you until he fully opened the door. When he saw it was you he mumbled a quick apology and let you in. You were carrying a tray of food with a small smile on your face.

"Hey," you started, "I brought you lunch...you missed it...again.."

"Oh...thanks, you can just leave it on my desk," Ace said as he turned back to his weights.

You set the food down and turned to him. Ace had shut himself off from the rest of the crew after the war, and only focused on getting stronger. Ace was your commander, so of course you supported him, but he also was your boyfriend, and you knew this wasn't good for him.

"How about you take a break for lunch? We could go outside on the deck and have a little picnic?" You suggested, hoping he'd take the offer.

"No thanks," he said, still focused on his weights. You were getting a little annoyed at this point. You'd been bringing him his meals for almost 2 weeks straight, which you didn't mind, but with this attitude he was giving you, it almost felt like you were his maid.

"Ace I really think you should take a break. Its been awhile since you've been on deck and everyone misses you and-"

"I said no thanks," this time his voice getting sterner. You thought about giving up and leaving him alone, but you were too determined to stop.

"Come on Ace it'll be fun we can-"

"JUST SHUT UP!"

You stood there with a shocked look on your face. You and Ace rarely ever fought and he had never once raised his voice at you. You were at a loss of words, not sure what to say.

"Look Y/N...." he started, "I didn't mean to yell..."

"No Ace, you need to stop this. I understand you want to get stronger, but you need to rest."

"I'll be fine."

"But you won't be, please everyone is worried, just let us help you..."

"I don't need your help."

After hearing those five words, you had enough. You left his room and slammed the door without saying anything. The next few days when dropping off his food you knocked quickly and left the tray outside. Soon you stopped dropping off his food all together, and left it to the rest of the crew to handle. Slowly you both drifted more and more apart, till you stopped seeing each other completely. You still cared for Ace....but until he apologize you refused to speak to him.

[disasterofastory]

Hi! Do you do requests? If no you can ignore this! If yes,

I was thinking, since I’ve seen you write for Joel miller also, the reader gets into some sort of romantic relationship with Joel. They have some intimate time but she panics and they have to stop, which confuses Joel but it turns out the reader has been s*xually assaulted in the past, which was traumatic for her. The reader thinks Joel will leave her now bc a) she’s a fair amount of heads younger, and b) she panicked when they were intimate. Besides that Joel is not so good at talking about his feelings and stuff. Although he isn’t good at it, he surprises the reader by being sweet and staying with her?

I hope you don’t mind me asking anonymously, I’ve been through something similar and am not comfort with it yet. Anyways, thank you so much in advance if you’d want to write about this ❤️

Breath Joel Miller x Reader Warnings: panic attack, mention of sa, hurt/comfort

Summary: You are not ready for the next step and it's fine.

A/N: I'm sorry you had to go through it. I hope you will find some comfort in my story and thank you for your request. If I wrote something wrong/hurtful or anything similar please tell me and I will correct it. I didn't write anything specific, so it can be before or after the breakout, whatever you want.

You don't notice it at first. Your mind is too busy with Joel surrounding your every sense to see the obvious signs until it's too late.

You fall too fast and too hard.

"J-Joel," you say his name. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper and not nearly enough to make him stop. He is still on top of your, kissing down your neck and the soft curve of your shoulder. His lips are gentle, but it doesn't bring you comfort anymore. Even though he keeps his weight on his arms, he still becomes too heavy to the point you can't breathe. The air gets stuck in your burning lungs with every inhale and exhale. Your palms are warm and sweaty. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. You want to push him away, but your muscles don't obey your command.

Panic presses against your ribcage.

"Joel!" You gasp. "Please, stop!" The words feel heavy as they roll down your tongue. Your kiss-swollen lips tingle with every syllable you form. Hearing your pleas, the man on you immediately pulls away until he is at your side, watching your trembling form with a mix of frown and confusion. "What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks. He doesn't know what to do. Your whole body shakes, and sweat rolls down your temple. Your gaze is glassy and terrified. "I'm sorry," you choke out. Tears escape your eyes until you feel their salty taste on your lips. "No," he says, sitting up. "Tell me what to do." "I-I don't know," you sniff. "I don't know." "Okay, okay," he breathes out. "Can I hold your hand? Can I touch you, Y/N?" After your nod, Joel intertwines his fingers with yours. Your hold is weak on his hand. "Breath, Y/N," he says. "Close your eyes for me, sweet girl, and breath." Your eyelids fall shut on their own accord. "That's right," he praises. His voice is a soft, warm rumble in the quiet house. "And now breathe in. Keep it in. That's right. Good girl. And out. Do it again for me. Breathe in. Good. You are doin' so well, Y/N. Don't stop. And out." You follow his every word obediently until you relax. Your muscles lose their tension, and the stretching feeling in your chest slowly but surely disappears. You still shake, but you don't care. Joel makes sure your focus is on him and on him only. "You are doing so good, Y/N," he says. "Don't stop, okay? I will go and get you some water. Don't open your eyes and continue breathin', okay? I won't go far. I leave the door open so you can hear me, but don't stop breathing, okay? In and out. Good girl."

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

In.

Out.

"Good girl," Joel hums. "How are you feelin'? Can you sit up?" You move slowly and carefully as the world comes back to you. You are still on the bed. Your back is against the wooden headrest. The cover is wrinkled around your legs. Your shirt is on the floor. "Do you want your shirt?" Joel asks when he follows your gaze. "Or do you want one of mine?" "Can I get yours?" You croak. "Of course, love," he says. "But drink it first, okay?" He adds, holding out a glass of water for you. "Thank you," you gasp between two gulps. "Do you want more?" He asks after a few seconds, exchanging the empty glass for a shirt you put on immediately. The soft fabric cocoons you into his familiar, musky scent and warmth. "No," you reply. "Thank you." "Don't thank me, Y/N," he says, putting down the glass and sitting down on the edge of the bed. He is far enough, so you don't feel crowded but not enough to make you feel bad or alone. "Do you need anythin' else?" "No," you shake your head with another deep breath. You feel tired but much better than a few minutes ago. Your chest is light, and you can move your limbs again. You are fine, you remind yourself. "Can you tell me what happened?" He asks carefully, watching your every reaction. "Did I do somethin' wrong?" "No," you shake your head. "Not you." "Then? What happened?" Joel has a guess, a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he doesn't want to bring it up if you don't. Whatever you tell him or don't is your choice. "I-" your breath hitches. "Uhm- Something happened… I-" The gears in your head creak and turn as you try to find the right words, but whenever you want to say it out loud, something stops you. The back of your eyes starts to burn, and your throat tightens. Joel moves closer, still watching your reaction. "Can I hold your hand?" Without answering, you reach out for him, holding onto his fingers. "I'm sorry." He frowns. "Why? You have nothing to be sorry for." "But-" You knew when you met the man in front of you that maybe you weren't ready for a relationship with intimacy, but you couldn't help yourself. You wanted his warm brown eyes, soft smile, and everything that came with him. "No buts," he says stubbornly, but you are stubborn too. And your fears are too big not to tell them. "But maybe you would be better with someone else," you tell him. Even the thought of Joel being with someone else breaks your heart, but you want to give him a chance. You don't want him to stay with you because he thinks you are too young and vulnerable. You want him but not his pity. Hearing your words, he scoffs, and the frown deepens between his thick brows. "I don't even want to hear about it, Y/N. Do you understand? I want you. And everything that comes with you." "Are you sure?" You ask, blinking the tears away from your eyes. Silence follows your words, but you know Joel better than misunderstand it. You know he has some trouble with words sometimes, and you don't hurry him. "Can I hold you?" He asks after a while, and when you nod, he crawls up next to you until he can curl his arm around your shoulders, and you rest your head on his chest. His scent fills your nostrils, and his heartbeat under your ear helps to keep your calm. "You have the reins, okay?" He asks after a while. "You dictate the pace. If you want to tell me somethin', I'm here, and if I do somethin' you don't like, you tell me, and I stop, okay?" "Thank you," you tell him, sliding your arm around his middle to hug him tighter. "Don't thank me, Y/N," he murmurs. His breath fans over the top of your head. "I'm here for you."

[averseunhinged]

wip wednesday 78273672: the progressening.

more soulmate au this week! i have developed a severe allergy to editing. so, hope you enjoy rambling first drafts.

if you want to read the snippets from this in an order that might potentially make sense at some point to someone:

this

this

then this week's

this

and then this

"Okay!" Caroline clapped her hands together and briskly moved to a top of the line minifridge. She opened it and packed a few blood bags into a waiting insulated bag. "I'm dressed. I have a knife for cutting things, blood for injuries--"

"And a really old bodyguard," Ivy finished, grinning.

"Yeah," Caroline agreed, eyeing Elijah, much to his amusement. "Probably overkill for normal hunters, but whatever. Maybe it'll be a quick in and out, but it's about an hour each way by car, and then however long it takes to track them through the woods and get Enzo out." She took out an extra bag and a large mug. "Let's say four hours total just to be safe. So, you should eat before I go."

Ivy crossed the room quicker than a human would be able to. "I want to do it myself. All of it."

Caroline held her by the shoulders, more reassuring than restraining. "Are you sure? It's not that I don't believe you can. I do. I just don't want you to get totally discouraged if it doesn't work out."

"Mistakes will happen," Ivy said as though she was quoting it. "Mitigate and move on. But I can do it."

"I know." Caroline nodded. "You can do it. And if you struggle, that's okay."

"Because you'll stop me if I do?" Ivy reaffirmed, sounding less confident than she had.

"Of course I will. I'm older, faster, and stronger than you. You won't get out of this room."

Elijah cleared his throat. "If I might also offer my services, Miss--"

"Huang," she replied, wide-eyed and more cautious than he'd seen her to that point.

"Miss Huang. It would ne improbable to the point of virtual impossibility for you to escape me, even were you not lost to your bloodlust."

"I guess that's reassuring."

"Don't think about it too much," Caroline suggested and moved to block the windows on one side, leaving Elijah to cover the door to the hallway on the other. "Just remember to breathe slowly, in and out, through your nose. Don't hold your breath, but don't breathe through your mouth, either, and don't let the smell overwhelm you."

The other woman did as she suggested before opening the bag. It was obvious, the moment the scent hit her. Her body went tense and still, like a hunting predator, but she didn't break. After taking a moment, she slowly poured the blood into her mug, put it in the microwave and started it with careful motions, the door shut and each button pressed gently. She didn't move while it heated, never taking her eyes from the spinning cup. When it finished, she waited a few seconds and then slowly removed it and brought it up to her mouth. When the blood hit her tongue, however, black veins webbed under her eyes and she gulped her meal down, groaning. Caroline shifted her weight, readying herself to leap for Ivy, but it wasn't necessary. She finished her portion and clutched the empty mug to her chest, panting. Slowly, her breathing eased as she calmed herself until she could breathe through her nose again. Her vampire face receded, and by the time she opened her eyes, it was gone entirely. 

"I did it," she said, wonderingly and set down her mug. She threw her hands in the air in triumph. "I did it!"

Caroline whooped and bolted to her, scooping her up in a hug. "You did it!"

Ivy clung to her. "My face changed."

"But you didn't totally lose it! You didn't need anyone's help this time. That's progress!"

"Yeah?" she asked, leaning back to look at Caroline for approval.

"Of course!" Caroline grinned happily and pulled her in for another quick hug. "You're going to be fine, I promise. You should be good until I get back. If your control feels too shaky--"

"Call Ric. I know."

Caroline scooped up a messenger bag. "And if anyone you don't recognize knocks on the door--"

"Don't answer it. Wait until they're gone and call Ric. If anyone tries to get in, stay calm and alert, and get to Ric's place as fast as I can without drawing attention to myself. I know."

"Good." Caroline stretched her shoulders back and massaged at the tension in her neck. "I know I'm being a helicopter parent."

"But it's dangerous, and there are a lot of hunters around, and I almost got myself killed," Ivy reasoned sheepishly.

"It's easy to do in the beginning. You feel like you're invincible until you realize, in a lot of ways, you're even more vulnerable than before. At least until you get a few decades on you." She turned and looked for the blood bags and realized Elijah had already picked up the little cooler. "Oh! Thank you! Jeez, that's weird. I've never pictured you carrying something before."

"Really," he replied, "how odd. The vast majority of my existence has been spent carrying one thing or another."

"Metaphor," Caroline stage whispered with a great deal of dramatism. "Symbolism."

"The years do drag on without a bit of poesy. It helps to pass the time."

"Vampirism is an ongoing lesson in surrealism," Ivy remarked.

Caroline hummed in agreement while doublechecking the contents of her bag. "Melting clocks or whatever. Hey, your bucket list. If you could do anything off it, what would you pick first?"

"Easy. I want to cliff jump off a waterfall in Costa Rica. I've been saving up to go since I graduated high school."

"I would not have pegged you for a thrill-seeker when we first met." Caroline made sure her knife was secure one final time and turned for the door. "We'll go. Once you're more comfortable and your control is good enough to spend hours flying through the air in a metal tube with a bunch of humans."

"You'll go backpacking with me?" Ivy cheered.

"Backpacking!?"

Caroline tried to turn around, but Elijah kept her on track and ushered her towards the door to the sound of Ivy's laughter. "Let's consider travel arrangements at a later date, shall we?"

[bloodhaven]

I know i never shut up about diabetes but i almost had to go without my trulicity for a while because my insurance suddenly "wouldn't cover it" and it was $800+ for a months dose, they don't sell single doses, it was more than my fucking rent and gas bill combined, i had to call like 5 different pharmacies because someone had filled it, and not told me. There's a huge shortage of trulicity and ozempic in the U.S because of celebrities using it for weight loss and lauding it as some miracle drug. I wouldn't have had the money to cover it if I hadn't found the pharmacy that had filled it. I went almost a full week without it because of this.

Also, it makes you lose weight by killing your appetite and making it near impossible to eat. That isn't healthy. When I was on ozempic it tore my stomach up, i was on it for 3 months and had 3-5 e.r trips on months 2&3 because of it, the first time I was told "it's a stomach bug, take some flu meds and you'll be fine" it wasn't until i lost 12 lbs in 2 weeks and was vomiting blood at work and my blood sugar was 312 despite only having A COFFEE with minimal sugars that they took me seriously and took me off ozempic, my endocrinologist wanted me on it so I would lose weight, she was PROUD that I lost 12 lbs in 2 weeks

I'm back on trulicity now and my endo dislikes that I put 10 of those pounds back on. She wants me to see a gastroenterologist bcs the ozempic might've permanently done damage and she wants to make sure it didn't.

Also also, ozempic is pricey without insurance! I have countless stories from my lyft and uber drivers talking about how they work non driving jobs and uber/lyft on the side to afford their ozempic because they don't have insurance and have no other choice. A months worth of ozempic (again, they don't do single doses, you HAVE to get a months worth or more) is uh, cheapest? $935.77 supposedly, most pharmacies will not give it to you this cheap. It regularly costs people without insurance $1000+

But you can get it cheaper if it's for fucking weight loss. My mother in law (not diabetic, not even PRE diabetic) gets hers for $50, her insurance won't cover it as a weight loss drug. Do you see that fucking difference? She gets the same medicine as a diabetic for fifty fucking dollars because it's marketed as a weight loss drug now!

For a country that supposedly cares so much abt our diabetic population they sure do make it impossible to get our fucking medicine.

[not-that-blog]

So I have major death anxiety and my way of dealing with that is planning, a lot of planning and trying to prepare myself for the fact that when people die, it is going to absolutely fucking suck and I am going to hate it and it will rock my entire world all over again.

And I don't know her umblr despite knowing that I used to follow her on my original account, but I follow Berklie on TikTok and her dad just died and there's one where she mentions how she's mad at her brother again for dying and leaving her to face the funeral decisions alone.

And it hit me with the hardest fear that I had not considered actually....

How much will I hate my disowned sibling when we lose our mother.

How much will I hate him when I have to bury my father.

How will the three of us who actually 'talk' do when we have to bury either or both of our parents.

What happens when I lose my sister?

Like, tbh, we always thought that I would go first, but actually it looks like I am going to be the one who successfully fights death until I make it to my 90's or higher because honestly... I actually have a will to live not just not die…

But my sister also has a potential brain bleed and has had a stroke and is at high risk of stroke and all I can think is that at any moment my sister could die and she doesn't talk to me and I am clueless to what she would want tbh.

Similarly with my little brother, but mostly bc he does mixed martial arts and I worry about the impacts of yo-yo dieting for weight classes and head injuries for him... plus he still lives with our parents and that's just not a healthy environment. I moved out of that house and stopped having seizures every fucking day so that tells you a lot.

And the disowned sibling? The one who cut us off and us in return went 'cool, we're deadbolting it behind you asshole.'… I dread his return in any of those circumstances.

But if he returns for our younger siblings in the very very distant future, bc idc how much I fight with my younger sibling being an asshole too he's not allowed to die anytime before his 70's at least... I will lose my shit at him.

Our sister, I'll shut up a bit.

Our mother, I'll give him some shit but let him grieve.

My father? If he shows up there I'll tell him that I don't care about his grief there or whatever, he can fuck off, he can cry over his direct family members only, but for mine and our little brothers only piece of fucked up family? He's not welcome and he can go back to the abusive Hamilton fuckers he chose.

But I think with my father, who probably won't stubbornly kick it anytime soon but if he does...

Potentially the shirt he married my mother in. It's the kind of sentiment he would like because as much as I am team 'they should have gotten divorced years ago', they've been together coming towards 40yrs (I think mum was mid twenties when they met and she's 60 in February), married for 19/20 in September? I can't remember if I was 5 or 6 when they got married, but I think it's 20 this year bc mum was talking about going to Tassie for their 20th wedding anniversary.

My mother is probably getting dressed in something pink, flowy, long and floral. And she wants to buried, but also under a plant. So if I can, her headstone will be made so that I can put a rose bush on it. She refuses cremation so I can't just seperate her into necklaces and give people memorial plants. I will do memorial plants anyway for her, she'll get a little memorial plaque in a personal rose garden when I have a permanent place.

If my father doesn't go in his wedding shirt, probably something with coloured birds or a car on it. I have several shirts in mind he could go in, but I would also want to make essentially in memorial bears or blankets or something.

Because as much as my parents suck, I do actually care and believe they're good people at heart and I have seen that in them... they're just severely fucked up from some horrific levels of trauma and both are actually at risk of alzheimers, mum genetically and dad from all the head traumas and drugs. He's already dealing with major cognitive declines, it's just the curse of he's always been so fucking smart with a photographic memory and a decent enough amount of social skills from growing up rural that he hides it too well from medical teams and he's going to be so far gone before it shows up in testing. Because I haven't recognised my father in 5-6 years so, it's just painful.

I'm also responsible for everything now.

My sister has walked out and gone NC.

My younger brother is the kind of autistic that doesn't cope with it at all and I am actually completely terrified for what his response to grief will eventually be.

Our other brother has been gone for a long time and I am aware that if he shows up while I'm grieving I will lose my shit at him because the rage is there....

But I am the oldest child of my mother's second marriage and my father's oldest child.

I'm the one who's been designated to go through and remove things on behalf of both of my parents that they either: 1. Don't want the other to find. 2. Don't want the other to accidentally toss because it's valuable in some way and they both acknowledge occasionally that the house is affected by their hoarding habits.

I'm going to be responsible for burying my parents and I have never been so heartbroken and relieved to realise that I am going to be doing it alone.

Although realising this, I am going to sort out my own life insurance and funeral arrangements soon bc fuck leaving that stress to my loved ones.

[explorya88]

Before we start there are some things that you, daring explorer of the multiverse, need to know before you read this story:

**Warning: Content Advisory**

This fanfic contains sensitive and serious themes that may be difficult for some readers. If you are uncomfortable with topics such as [Violence, moral questionable behaviors, and many others], it's advisable to reconsider reading further. Your well-being is important to me, and we encourage you to prioritize your emotional health. Take care and thank you for understanding.

In this story the demon implanted by Kozholok inside Darius has a name: Aeshdeos (pronouns: they/them). He is a Lust demon enslaved by him and put inside Darius to create the ultimate demon in order to allow their tyrannical master to rule the earth and its inhabitants. Unfortunately for Kozholok, Aeshdeos has a plan: to befriend Darius, convince him to embrace his inner darkness so they can share their power and transform him into a Demon Demigod and slay Kozholok, assimilate his remains and transform him into a true Lust Demon God and they will co-rule the earth and its inhabitants.

So Aeshdeos proceeds to befriend Darius, who at first refused and roared to shut up but the more they speak to him, the more he can’t resist their attempt to friendship, to accept their "gifts", all what they say about his so called friends until one night...

About what the seed of Diveshma we need to go century ago... They are one of unholy creations of lust demons who were trying to create super demons by infecting the Sin Assassin with it but it didn't work and so they were tossed away. Century later Aeshdeos found a demon tree full of twisted fruits born from those seeds and tried to have success where the others failed, they did it! With these they infect the Sin Assassins, with them as their soldiers, they quickly conquered and ruled Sodom and Gomorrah for century until they were defeated by Elam Sin Assassin and to add insult to injury they lost their body and somehow ended up enslaved by Kozholok.

Fang is the name I give to Sin With Me MC.

And finally with this premise we can start the tale:

Darius: Beast out of the chain.

Darius stood alone in the dimly lit room, the weight of his past mistakes and success pressing down on him. As he contemplated his choices, a sinister presence began to creep into his mind. Aeshdeos, his inner demon, the one implanted by Kozholok when he was a fetus, whispered with a sinister allure.

Aeshdeos: Darius, my dear, why do you resist the darkness within? Embrace it, and you'll finally be free.

Darius hesitated, his inner turmoil evident in his dark eyes.

Darius: But Aeshdeos, I don't want to become the monster everyone believes I am.

Aeshdeos: Ah, but you see, my friend, those people, your so called friends, are the reason why you're miserable so that they aren’t. What truly matters is your power, your desires, your potential. Embracing your inner darkness will grant you strength beyond imagination and you will become what you are meant to be.

Darius clenched his fists, torn between the need to keep holding onto his ever dim humanity and the allure of his demonhood.

Darius: What if I lose myself in this darkness, Aeshdeos? What if I become a true monster? I don't want to lose Fang and my family.

Aeshdeos leaned in, his voice a sinister whisper.

Aeshdeos: You won't be alone, Darius. I'll always be with you, guiding you, protecting you. Together, we'll revel in the ecstasy of our darkest desires. Besides, you don't have to lose them, because you can gift them this.

Aeshdeos showed Darius something that looked like a seed of a fruit but seemed to have come right out of a book of H.P. Lovercraft. Darius realized that he stood at the precipice of a life-altering decision, torn between his morality and the seductive promises of Aeshdeos, his inner demon.

Aeshdeos (whispering temptingly): Darius, can you not feel the allure of a world without constraints, where desires know no boundaries?

Darius (hesitant): But at what cost, Aeshdeos? To forsake all morality, to lead them into unrestrained hedonism...

Aeshdeos (smirking): Ah, my dear Darius, think of the ecstasy, the rapture! They will thank you for liberating them from the shackles of virtue and make you their eternal tyrant forever. Now eat the seed of Divashma!

Darius (with a sly grin): Ah, Aeshdeos, you always have a way with words. Liberation, you say? Well then, let's give them a taste of what they've been missing!

As Darius ate the first seed of Divashma within himself, the night seemed to darken further, as if the very heavens disapproved of this unholy act. He felt a surge of dark energy coursing through his veins. Aeshdeos watched with a malevolent glee as Darius transformed, his once-human features contorting into something otherworldly: from its shoulders he grew a pair of majestic wings that were breathtaking and majestic with iridescent feathers, his hair grew long, flowing hair cascaded like liquid silver down its back, his eyes are twin pools of abyssal darkness and two arias-like horns grow on his skull. His laughter echoed through the heart of the night, a sinister symphony that sent shivers down the spines of anyone who dared to listen. The air grew thick with an aura of malevolence, and the very ground seemed to tremble in response to the newfound power coursing through Darius.

Darius (voice dripping with wicked delight): Behold, Aeshdeos, the birth of a new era! The shackles of virtue shall crumble before our might, and the world will bow to my dark desires!

Aeshdeos (smirking): Indeed, Darius, the world will never be the same again. Your reign of darkness has begun! And, as your right hand demon, and advisor it shall be an eternal reign!

Two weeks later....

Fang stood there, in the hotel where the Sin Assassins resided, her eyes filled with both anger and disappointment, her heart heavy with betrayal. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she began to speak, her words laced with bitterness.

Fang: You all claim to be protectors, friends, and righteous souls, but look at yourselves in the mirror!

Fang's voice cracked with emotion.

Fang: Just as Yvette accused you of being, you're nothing but hypocrites, self-righteous, and mighty fools. You turned against Darius without hesitation, just because of the demon issue. It's as if you've always secretly hated him. I'm quite surprised that you didn't kill him in his sleep!

She didn't wait for their response. Turning away, Fang decided that she couldn't stand by those who had abandoned her and Darius in their time of need. She stormed off, determined to be by Darius's side no matter what it took, even if it meant seeking help from the opposite side.

The story continue below👇, instead if you wish to known what is happening to the Sin Assassins of Night of Sin Circus the go the links below:

Ascension of the Dark Sin Assassins:

Wrath journey: The Speed Devil

Envy journey: Pixie Laverna Dragon

Gluttony: Beelzebub the devourer prince

Sloth: The Chaos Leprechaun

Once she was safely home, Fang remembered the number Yvette had given her months ago. She dialed it, her heart racing as the phone rang several times before Yvette's voice answered with unexpected warmth.

Yvette: Hello? Wait, Fang, is that you?

She asked, surprised that Fang called her.

Fang: Hey, Yvette, I need your help....

Five months passed when, in exchange for giving them the heirloom, they helped and still help me to find Darius and protect him from any threat.

Yvette: What are you doing up so late? Or so early, I guess. Is something wrong?

Yvette asked, curious.

Fang: Still no news about Darius?

Yvette: Nothing, I'm sorry.

The story continue below👇, instead if you wish to known what is happening to the Sin Assassins of Deadly Sin Circus the go the links below:

Ascension of the Dark Sin Assassins:

Pride: The Morning Star.

Greed: Pele Goddess of the Night.

Fang: I'm a bit sleepy. I think I'll head to bed now. Is that alright, Yvette?

Fang replied.

Yvette: Yeah, sure. Call me if you need anything.

Yvette said.

Fang: Thanks, I will. Bye

Fang turned off her phone and put it away. She got into bed and wrapped herself in her blankets. Just thinking about Darius again made her feel warm and fuzzy all over, like when they were together. She dreamed that she was in his room, waiting for him to return, when she came close to give up, she felt two hand hug her they warmth so familiar.

Fang: Darius, is that you?

Darius: My princess, i missed you.

Fang: Darius!

Fang whispered, wrapping her arms tightly around him. She could feel his muscular body pressed against her, warm and inviting. She kissed him passionately, unable to resist his charms.

Fang: I missed you so much!

She breathed, her voice soft and sensual. She pulled him closer to her, wanting to feel his bare skin against hers.

Darius: Me too, staying away from you is pure torture.

Fang: How are you in dreams?

Darius: Perks of being a Demi-god Lust Demon actually. I tricked Kozholok into thinking that I willingly serve him so that he will teach me all his tricks, perks, and skills (and to Aeshdeos, but I will let her know it later, when the plan is already completed). Once I learn all of them, I will destroy him and save (actually conquer and rule) the world.

Fang: Ok, i trust you.

Darius: But enough with sad and depressing stuff, let us have a night of love and merriment.

Darius proceeds to massage her skin with his smooth hands making her shiver in pleasure.

Fang: Mhhhh...

Darius: Don't hold back your moan.

Fang: Darius, Darius!

Fang moans loudly, she feels like she is in heaven. Darius is happy to see his love so pleased and happy, he will make her reach the nirvana. Then he proceeds to kiss every inch of Fang skin making her quiver in bliss. Fang's breathing was getting heavier as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. She let out some soft moans, and bit her lip to hold back louder noises. She was enjoying this so much, feeling all of Darius's sweet touches all over her body. His kisses on her skin were making everything feel sensitive, and she couldn't help but feel tingly all over. She closed her eyes and let herself fall into this delicious bliss. Darius then cups, spanks and licks Fang breasts sending her waves of ecstasy. He chuckled seductively, to see her slowly fall into bliss. Now, he places the seed of Divashma to amplify her pleasure... and to remove those foolish human restraints, shame and morals so she can truly free, unbound and thus his Queen. Fang felt as if she was being taken to the highest level of pleasure, every touch sending waves of euphoria crashing against her. Darius's spell had removed all her human restraints, and she was just giving in to her cravings. No thoughts, no regrets, no barriers. Just pure, unlimited, intoxicating pleasure. It almost felt too good to be true, but she couldn't help it. She was letting herself go. Darius was delighted to see Fang succumb to the full power of his spell, and he whispered to her.

Darius: Let your fears, your doubts, your shame, and your morals all melt away, my Queen. Just give into your pleasures. You don't need logic or reason now.

His voice was filled with a seductive and commanding tone, making it impossible for Fang to resist his power. He continued...

Darius: Dive into the deepest depths of pleasure, my Queen. Embrace every sensation and every feeling. Let it all wash over you, filling you up with ecstasy like you've never known before.

Fang: Yes! Yes! Take me, let us become one.

Darius: Since you ask so nicely, who am I to deny you?

Darius enters Fang and fills her to the brim; Fang felt the waves of pleasure grow stronger as she felt everything around her melt away. Her body was trembling, and her breath was getting heavy. All she could focus on were her feelings: the way Darius's was heightening her sensations and the way his touches were igniting all over her body. She gave in to it all, letting the pleasure take her away to a world where nothing else mattered. Her eyes were closed, but the scene she was imagining felt so real that she felt like she could see every single detail. It was as if she was right there with Darius. With a grunt, he reaches his pleasure and fills Fang with his seed, making her scream in pleasure too. Suddenly Fang eagerly took Darius's throbbing cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Fang: Mmm, Darius, do you like how my mouth feels wrapped around your cock?

Her lips tightened around him, applying just the right amount of pressure as she began to bob her head up and down, her mouth sliding along his length.

Darius: Fuck, Fang. Your mouth feels amazing. Keep going, baby. I want to feel your tongue on me.

Darius's moans of pleasure filled the air, his body trembling with each sensation. Fang's tongue skillfully explored every inch of his shaft, gliding along the veins and teasing the sensitive underside.

Fang: You like it when I swirl my tongue around the head, don't you? I love the way you taste, Darius.

Darius: I can't get enough of you, Fang. Your mouth is so fucking good. Suck me harder, baby.

She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink of ecstasy, her mouth working tirelessly to please him.

Darius: Fuck, Fang, I'm getting close. I want to come in your mouth. Can I?

Fang: Yes, Darius. I want to taste you. Give it to me.

With a primal growl, Darius's orgasm washed over him. Fang eagerly swallowed every drop, savoring the taste of his release. She continued to suck gently, milking him of every last drop until he went limp in her mouth.

Darius: So good, my queen.

Fang (purred jockingly): So i am your Queen? Then please your queen with your cock in my pussy again and dominate me?

Darius's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and dominance as he heard Fang's words. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her close to him, his voice low and commanding.

Darius: Oh, you want to be dominated, my Queen? You want me to please you with my cock?

Fang nodded, a submissive smile playing on her lips.

Fang: Yes, Darius. I want you to take me, to show me who's in control.

Darius wasted no time. With a swift, assertive movement, he lifted Fang onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.

Darius: You belong to me, Fang, you're mine to pleasure and dominate.

He growled, his fingers teasingly trailing along her inner thighs. Fang's breath hitched, her anticipation growing.

Fang: Yes, Darius. I'm yours.

Without further hesitation, Darius plunged his thick cock into Fang's wet, eager pussy. She gasped at the sudden sensation, her body arching with pleasure. Darius's thrusts were forceful and unrelenting, each one hitting her deepest pleasure spots, driving her wild with desire. Fang moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and submission.

Fang: Yes, Darius. Take me. Show me what it means to be owned by you.

Darius's grip tightened on her hips, his thrusts becoming more intense. He reveled in the power he held over her, relishing in the knowledge that he was fulfilling her deepest desires. Fang's body quivered beneath him, her moans growing louder with each powerful thrust, as they moved in perfect rhythm, their connection intensified. Fang's submissive nature and Darius's dominant presence fueled their passion, creating an electric atmosphere of pleasure and control, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, their moans mingling in a symphony of ecstasy. Fang's body quaked with each thrust, her walls clenching around Darius's cock, urging him closer to his release. Darius's voice, filled with dominance, filled the room.

Darius: You're mine, Fang. Say it. Say you're mine.

Fang's voice trembled with pleasure as she succumbed to his command.

Fang: I'm yours, Darius. Completely yours.

With a final, powerful thrust, Darius spilled himself deep inside Fang, marking her as his own. They both collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined, basking in the aftermath of their passionate encounter. As they catch the breath....

Darius: Sorry, but I need to go. There are some affairs I must deal with in order to never be teared apart.

Fang: Don't go, please.

Darius: Don't worry, please be patient and wait for me.

Darius kisses her. Fang wakes up and feels a sense of peace and liberation wash over her as she does, the dream still so vivid in her mind. It was like she had been given a glimpse of her full potential, the ultimate version of herself. She felt more powerful and alive than she had ever felt before. She stretched, feeling the warmth of Darius's touch all over her body. She had never felt so free, and she wanted to hold onto this feeling forever. She couldn't wait to see Darius again. Fang goes to the kitchen and starts making breakfast. Then, her mother Joyce comes in to help her with breakfast.

Joyce: My daughter, how are you feeling?

With a dark smile, she answers.

Fang: I'm great!

Joyce: That's good to hear, dear. How did you sleep? I was just about to start cooking breakfast, but you beat me to it.

Joyce replied with a smile. Fang felt a smile spread across her face as she remembered her dream.

Fang: I slept just fine, thank you very much. Ah, you know, I just had the mosy wonderful dream.

She added, looking at her mother with a sly smile.

End Part 1.

[blacknbluejustice]

Warning long read with one picture at the end.

"Sooooooo are you two gonna finally tell me how you met?"

Steven teased his dad by shoving him as he noticed his parents getting blushy with eachother. "Come on! Tell me!!"

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The two parents looked away but Albite spoke up. "Well... it was back when I was White Diamond..."

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Steven squealed with joy, hopping over the log and sitting between his parents with stars in his eyes. He knows they met sometimes before Pink Diamond's return but that was all he ever got... that is, until now.

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"Blue Diamond was collecting humans for Pink's Zoo. After years of readjusting to the New Homeworld that was the aftermath of her shattering, she felt as if she needed to make up for it, she needed to conquer Earth. You father was going around with... Reynaldo and who was the other one?"

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"Bill," Jamie chimed in. "Bill Dewey. Back then he was mayor and he was trying to gain political clout."

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"And failing miserably no doubt." Albite lost her smile thinking of him.

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"Yeah pretty much." Jamie rolled his eyes. "There were people being kidnapped in this one specific place that Raynoldo kept hearing about. Yes it was a restricted area but something seemed supernatrual about it. I was only going because I needed a place to inspire me! I needed to feel something- other than my seasonal depression coming in and crushing me with its weight."

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"Speaking of," Albite interjected. "Have you taken your medicine?"

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Jamie dug into his pocket and looked through his phone. "Hold on, I usually talk to Reynaldo in the morning and he would remember if I took it or not." Jamie pulled up the messaging app and texted Raynaldo. "I honestly don't remember much of this morning beyond having donuts for breakfast."

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"Waht?! You got donuts for breakfast‽" why can't I have donuts for breakfast?"

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"Steven, remember how I needed to have 3 of my teeth replaced? The constant drilling and all?"

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Steven cringed. "Yeah. It was horrible."

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"That's why you can't have donuts for breakfast. The sugar is too much and unlike the sugar in fruits, it doesn't come with any other benefits. Fruits not only a different kind of surgar but comes with a ton of other properties that make it way healthier."

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"I don't want to lose my teeth!" Steven hid under Albite's arm.

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"You won't as long as you take care of them!" Jamie smiled and patted Steven's head. Before he went on, he got the text from Raynoldo. "Oh, turns out I did have my medicine... and apparently I nearly died with how dry the donuts were."

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Albite chuckled. "We'll it's a good thing you survived."

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"Yup, survived to tell the tale!" Jamie posed. "Bow where were we?"

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"The part where you went with uncle Reynaldo to get inspiration?" Steven added.

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"Oh yeah." Jamie posed again. "Back then I didn't know anything about seasonal depression. I just thought if I get enough sun, get new ideas, I'll be in my writing corner and I'll be just fine! I wasn't but I thought it would work!"

Jamie sighed.

"We went there and hoped the fence. Let it be known, I have no idea Reynaldo was that good at jumping fences."

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"Take that as omnibus foreshadowing~" Albite giggled.

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"Ah yes, please do." Jamie shook his head. "Any way, once we got in, Bill was droning on and on about his political campaign and Rey shut him up by pointing out the crying in the distance. It was Blue Diamond."

Jamie fell to his knees. "Seeing her beauty blinded me for the first time but didn't prepare me for the wickedness to come!"

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Steven and Albite began to giggle at Jamie.

"For you see, her tears stung like-"

Okay never mind!

I can't finish this without laughing!

Part 2 coming???? Never???

Here's the pic.

I have more for this but I am also tempted to do art for it.

I may also release a time laps video... eventually.

AU where White Diamond had a child with Jamie. How did they meet? What do you imagine their kid would be like?

[kimhargreeves]

🇺🇸 One Last Mission- Rick Flag x Reader

Summary: You are reunited with Rick Flag again for a very dangerous mission. This will only bring you both closer together but will you both make it out alive?

"These are your brothers and sister for the next few days."

I listened to Rick carefully or pretended to anyway because I was so enamoured with him, always had ever since we were forced to join in on the first Suicide Squad team.

Someone next to me started to stab me with their finger and tried to talk to me. "What is it?!" I angrily muttered still not looking away from Rick Flag.

"Come on it's not fun seeing ya like this. Trust me when you fall in love you're head over heels over someone and nothing else cares." Harley told me and pouted.

"I appreciate your concern but that won't happen. I know when to stop if things get dangerous, besides he's probably still with that Moone girl." Or like Harley called her 'witchy lady'.

We all entered the chopper and patiently sat down and waited until we arrive to Corto Maltese. I felt my heart beating faster when I saw how close Rick and I were. We've only been together for an hour but he already acts differently than he did the first time we met.

He seemed even taller and way stronger than he did. His new haircut seemed to fit him better along with the tattoos adorning his skin.

"(Y/N), you alright there?" I jumped up a bit when I heard Rick's voice close to me.

"I'm fine! Perfectly fine...now.." I felt so awkward around him.

I wasn't like this the first time we met. Actually, I hated his guts. It was only when we parted that I realized how good of a man he is.

"Okay.." he raised an eyebrow confused by my weird behavior but he paid no mind to me and began to talk about the Weasel.

The chopper made it to a stop and we each began to jump down in the water and swam up and fell down on the sand. "I hate getting my clothes soaked, always makes you feel uncomfortable."

Rick agreed and took his guns out and tossed one to me "We each gotta be careful-"

"Hey!" Blackguard stood up on his feet and many flashlights were directed towards him. "I'm the one who contacted you!"

"Stupid kid, you're gonna get us all killed!" I shouted in anger and saw him with his arms up. "Okay.." I raised my gun and aimed it at his neck.

"(Y/N), don't shoot!" Rick warned me.

The rest of the team looked at Rick and Blackguard back and forth waiting for him to say something. This wasn't how I imagined this to go!

I ignored Rick's warning and shot Blackguard but as soon as I did one of the men on the other side wiped his face off. "Fuck!"

And everything turned to chaos. We were here for less than five minutes and everyone on the team was dead...

Rick was wounded and began to lose blood. So as fast as I could I hoisted him up and began to carry him before the enemy could spot us and headed deeper into the island.

"That idiot..I'm sure Waller and her team has fun watching us. The other half of the team are probably fine and made it in without any risk." I began to talk angrily to myself and heard Amanda telling me to shut up when I realized I didn't turn my microphone off.

I held Rick tight and almost fell due to his weight. It was entirely dark and it was getting harder to walk through the jungle besides I almost dropped Rick when a spider began to crawl up on me.

Something began to move so I quickly took my gun out and pointed at whoever was approaching. More guns were pointed at us and I was met with a woman who pointed a flashlight to us.

"Quienes son ustedes?!" Who are you.

"Venimos a ayudarlos." We came to help. "My name is (Y/N) and this is Rick." I glanced at the man resting his head on my shoulder.

"I'm Sol Soria." She said something else in Spanish and two men grabbed Rick and helped me. Thank God cause I wouldn't had be able to carry him any longer.

I followed her and her team to their hideout and saw them place Rick on a bed in a hut and began to patch him up.

"Thank you for helping us out. Hopefully, he'll wake up soon."

Sol sat down in front of me and she seemed like a strong independent leader. "Where's the rest of your team?" She poured something, I assumed it was alcohol and took a hurriedly drank it.

"Dead. Killed. Pulverized. We arrived and everyone was executed. Can I have some more?" Sol scoffed and smirked to herself.

"So that was the huge explosion, sorry to hear about your team."

"Yeah, me too. They seemed like people, well most of them." I drink again and glanced at Rick who was now patched up on bed and shirtless.

Sol and I exchanged a few words and told me she was on our side. She left me so I could rest up in the same hut as Rick.I rested my head on the pillow and quickly fell asleep.

*********

It was early in the morning and I didn't get much sleep. I was worried about everything and decided to sit by the window to get fresh air and would look at Rick every now and then. I sighed and rested my head on my palm and stared at his sleeping figure.

He's so handsome.

"Must you continue staring at me sleep." I nearly fell out of my seat when he said that. I quickly stood up and felt my face turn red.

"I was not watching you sleep." I try to deny and looked away from him. I saw his figure sit up slowly.

Sol came in and nodded. "Nice to see your awake Colonel Flag. We prepared breakfast, you're both welcome to join us."

Rick looked at me surprised so I told him who he was and how she found me. "They're on our side, they're willing to help us. Sol will explain everything in detail."

The both of us walked side by side and made it with the rest of the soldiers. Rick thanked for the meal and began talking to Sol "The rest of the team must be around somewhere."

"Don't worry, my men will keep an eye out for them. I'm sure you and your girlfriend will appreciate it a lot.-

Rick and I spat out coffee and turned to each other and looked away both embarrassed and with red on our cheeks.

"She's not-"

"Yeah! He's not-"

We both ended up stuttering and couldn't finish our sentences. Sol looked at us back and forth but didn't pay much mind.

"Yeah.. thanks." Rick muttered and I stated down at my lap. We both glanced at each other again and looked away once more.

********

Rick and I were walking side by side again and making fun of what Sol told us earlier. Both of us laughing and joking about us dating.

"There's no way I would date a criminal."

"Yeah! I can't imagine being in a relationship with a super soldier."

"It would be disastrous."

"Not as disastrous as dating someone who got possessed by a witch." I remind him. "How are you and her..umm doing?"

"Oh, we broke up." Rick plainly tells me and I stop and so does he.

I stare up at him and saw him shrugging his shoulders when he read my expression. "It just didn't work out. We had fights, problems happened and we broke it up. It was mutual."

"I'm sorry.."

"Don't be. I'm over it." Rick said like it was nothing but I could tell he must've been hurt back then. I mean he joined Task Force X to get rid of the witch possessing her.

"(Y/N)." My heart leaped when Rick rested his hand on my shoulder. "Let's get some drinks."

I frowned and saw him smirk when he turned around and started walking ahead of me. Sol had offered us some drinks, so there's no way Rick was declining the offer.

We began to laugh and have fun. I really never saw this side of him. "It's a shame we never had the chance to do this. It'll be our last time though, I'll get sent to Belle Reve again and you'll be free."

Rick smiled sadly and placed his beer down. "I don't get why you're a criminal. What you told me last time was that you killed a couple of men because they killed your entire family right? In my eyes that was self defense. You did what you thought was right and I hate to say it, but I agree with ya."

"You mean a lot to me, Rick." Was what I said and smiled shyly at him.

Rick smiled back and seemed to hesitate to say something. "Here's to us. Let's hope we'll reunite with each other once this is finished."

He raised his glass and so did I. "Here's to us. One last final mission before we part ways." I drank my beer and saw Rick didn't drink his. He was silent and staring at me.

"You tired of drinking?" I joked.

Rick shook his head to the sides and forced a smile on his lips. "Just..admiring the view is all." He finally raised the glass to his lips and our time together was interrupted by the other half of the team that suddenly showed up.

[theringers]

hockey game - lance stroll

summary: your boyfriend catches you chatting it up with his rival before an important game.

a/n: this is unedited but i’ve had this thought in my mind for a while and needed to share it (and show my boy lance some appreciation)

dedicated to my bestie who has a soft spot for hockey lance ;)

warnings: 18+, nsfw, semi public sex (shocker), light (?) choking, light (?) bondage

“Lance what the hell was that?” You yelled as you barged into the locker room. You knew you weren’t allowed in there and you didn’t care. It was strictly players and coaches only, but everyone else seemed to be out for the game.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” he took off his helmet and threw it to the ground. He had been ejected from the game for causing a fight. Under his helmet, his face had cuts on it and his knuckles were bruised up.

“I really don’t know why you just threw the gloves off for absolutely no reason and punched him in the face!” You paced back and forth. “I understand it’s an important game, but now your team has to play without you.” His temper could get the best of him, but when it came to important games like these, he needed to learn how to control himself.

He scoffed. “Don’t act like you know everything about hockey. This is my job.” He took off his bloodied jersey and wiped his face with it before tossing it in his locker.

You spoke under your breath. “If you’re in here clearly you’re not so good at your job.”

“What did you just say to me?” He was still heated from his fight on the ice. His chest was rising and falling fast, the adrenaline still pumping through his body.

You walked over to him, hoping to talk through his actions with him to help you understand. “Lance, you were supposed to win the championship this year. It’s game 7 and you fought someone for no reason and now your team is going to lose. Because of you.”

“Not because of me, because of you.” He replied. You furrowed your brows and looked around, confused.

“What?” You were fuming. How dare he put the blame on you for any of this.

“I saw you flirting with what’s his face, the-”

“We were not flirting.” You said. “He was asking me a question.” During warm ups, a player on the other team skated over to where you and your friends were seated to watch the game. You didn’t think much of it but apparently it was all Lance had thought about.

He loosened the laces on his skates and sat down on the bench. “Oh really. What does he want from the captain of the opposing team’s girlfriend anyway?”

“He wanted to get my friend’s number.” You we’re telling the truth, but we’re sure Lance was going to have a field day with that one.

“That’s the best you can come up with?” He scoffed, tossing more of his pads onto the ground. He mocked your voice with a higher-pitched tone. “He wanted to get my friend’s number, yeah that’s bullsh-”

“Stop fucking mocking me, Lance. Such an asshole.” You raised your voice at him. Sometimes he didn’t know when enough was enough.

"Stop pissing me off and we won't have a problem." He threw his remaining pads on the ground, just left in his performance wear.

“Oh I’m sorry. I’ll try again and come in here and congratulate you for fucking over your team.”

“If you had heard the things he was saying about-”

“Lance, I do not care.”

He took a deep breath in. “If you interrupt me one more time, so help me god,” he tried to focus on his breathing to calm down.

“Or what, huh? This isn’t a game of hockey, Lance. Fighting isnt solving anything.”

“It’s game 7 y/n! You thought it was a good idea to chat up my rival right in front of me? Right before the game? You must be delusional.”

“The fact that you now think your team losing is my fault…. is beyond me.” You shook your head in disappointment. “I’m going to go watch the rest of the game. Enjoy yourself.” You turned around and headed for the door until you felt his hand grip your wrist.

“Don’t you dare leave.” He said.

“What are you going to do about it?” You turned back to him and raised your eyebrows in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

“I’ll tie you up so you can’t leave.” He pulled the strap right off of his helmet and led you to the bench in front of his locker. “Want to act all tough, y/n? I’ll show you tough.” He sat you down and walked behind you, slowly pulling one arm after the other behind your back. He wrapped your wrists in the rough helmet strap, tying a knot tight enough so you couldn’t wiggle.

“Not so cocky when you can’t touch anything, huh?”Lance circled around to look at you, constrained in front of him. His eyes focused on every inch of your body while he licked his lips and toyed with them between his teeth.

“Maybe I should leave you like this, that way anyone who wanted to use you could have a go with you. Would you like that?” You nodded your head as he moved in closer to you. “I know a certain someone on the other team that I know would want to come have a go with you.” His fingers traced your cheek.

He ripped off your team tank top, making a mental note to get you a new one next time around. Hands ran up and down your top half, your boobs perfectly exposed with your arms behind your back. “Wow,” he said.

He took your nipples in his mouth and kissed down your stomach until he reached the buttons of your jeans. He swiftly unbuttoned them and slid them off your legs, tossing them to the side.

He pulled his own undershirt off, revealing bruises and cuts from today’s fight. You winced at them but he ignored it and held your head in his hands. “You better start behaving for me,” he said with a quick smack to your cheek.

Your eyes shut immediately, not expecting the sensation but it turned you on to be tied up and at his mercy. Watching him, he kneeled down between your legs and shot his still-angry eyes up at you before diving in between your legs.

His tongue rattled back and forth between your folds and sucked on your clit like his life depended on it. He was breathing heavy and his grip dug deeper into your thighs.

You so badly wanted to pull on his dark hair, sweaty and hanging on his forehead from being in his helmet for hours. He looked so sexy after his games, but especially when he lost. He sure as hell knew how to make anger turn into pleasure.

You groaned loud at the feeling and he lifted his head off of you. “Shut the fuck up, y/n. Or I’ll have to punish you when we get home.”

You let out a small laugh. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.” You felt your body lift and before you could focus, you were standing up, face against the cold locker. Lance was pressed up against your back, and his hand moved in circles over your ass.

“I said,” smack, “shut,” smack, “the fuck” smack “up.” Your behind felt like you had been stung by a million bees, but it was turning you on.

He lubricated his fingers and placed them between your folds, preparing you for himself. You felt him stretch you with one quick thrust.

His hands gripped your sides as he pounded into you from behind. His hands periodically moved from your sides to smack your ass. “Is this turning you on?” His breath hot on your ear. “Fucking you hard when anyone could walk in on us?”

“Yes,” you whimpered. His hand snaked around to grip your throat and his body rocked yours into the locker over and over. The sounds of the crowd reverberated through the locker room, constantly reminding you that you weren’t alone.

Every time he thrust into you, the weight of your body hit against the metal lockers. You could feel him as he thrust deep inside of you. “Are you gonna come for me baby?” He asked, feeling you tighten around him. His fingers were still wrapped around your throat only allowing you to respond with a nod. He pushed harder and harder until your body went limp.

“That’ll teach you to not disobey me,” he said, grabbing his pile of clothes and walking away, leaving you tied up and resting against the lockers. Alone.

[taechaos]

Your Boy, No?

pairing: bully!Jungkook x nerdy!fem!Reader

genre: drabble, smut, college au

synopsis: You can't stand seeing Jungkook with another girl, so you give him a piece of your mind in a stranger's bedroom by becoming his outlet of sexual frustration.

warnings: losing virginity, riding, degradation

a/n: jungkook's character is not exactly submissive, so i added my own twists to this request. i hope you don't mind @madygswich c:

word count: 2.5k

You can't stop pouting. Holding back tears when seeing a woman perched up on Jungkook's lap while they make out has proven to be difficult, but you're trying. It hurts your heart; hell, you're aching everywhere. It doesn't take a genius to know he's doing it to get a reaction out of you when his eyes are throwing daggers at you with his tongue down another girl's throat.

Following Jungkook around like a lost puppy isn't ideal, especially at a frat party. He never gives you the time of the day if it's not out of menace, but you aren't willing to give up on him. It's just not possible when you are so in love with him, and so fucking jealous.

More than Jungkook, you're mad at the girl. You want to rip her heart out, make her suffer for ever touching the love of your life. You're becoming irrational, mentally cussing her out for being a whore while you stop yourself from breaking down in a house filled with horny young adults. You don't know a single person here, and you have to deal with your pent up emotions all by yourself.

You choke out a sob when Jungkook starts kneading the girl's ass shamelessly with her skirt hiked up to her back. They're being so inappropriate in the kitchen of a stranger's house, while you can't even take a sip from your spiked drink in the bustling living room. You abruptly stand up and throw away your plastic cup when Jungkook's hand disappears elsewhere, and you have an idea of what he's about to do. You march over to him, looking absolutely tiny next to the overbearing college students and you don't notice Jungkook's sinister smile as he watches you fume.

"Let go," you sound hoarse, and not at all intimidating when you push the girl off of his lap. She stumbles at the force, but you pay no mind to her confusion as you pull Jungkook up by his arm to drag him away. You think it's the anger and adrenaline giving you so much strength, but it's Jungkook amusing himself by allowing you to take him upstairs.

"This isn't a therapy session, little girl," he yells over the music, "I didn't come here to listen to you cry."

You huff and let a single tear slip before harshly wiping it away. When you reach the hallway, you enter the first bedroom you find. It's occupied by a foreplaying couple, but you're driven as you hiss, "Out!"

They leave at your demand, and you're confusing a lot of people tonight. Jungkook is surprised by your sudden aggression, but he doesn't stop with his remarks, "the chihuahua's gone mad."

"Shut up, Jungkook!" you whirl around angrily to face him. "How could you do that to me?!"

He quirks a brow. "Do what to you? I'm sorry, am I the one who forcefully brought you here? Am I tripping or are you?"

You push at his chest, "you're a fucking whore! Tonguing a girl in front of everyone, in front of me?"

His shoulders shake in silent laughter and you cross your arms when he starts cackling loudly. The music is drowned out and muffled behind the door, but it's nothing compared to how hysterically Jungkook is laughing.

"What's so funny?" you ask lamely. He throws his head back as he clutches his stomach, and you're starting to get annoyed. You push him on the bed, but he's still laughing. "Quit it already," your voice wavers, but you don't back down as you smack his chest. You place your knees on both sides of his hips to limit his movement and cover his mouth to shut him up.

His crescent eyes turn intense instantly as he glares at you under his hooded lids. He exerts only a tiny bit of his energy into pushing your hand away and you weakly collapse on him. It's foul play to compete with his muscles, and you realize he can snap you in half if he wanted to regardless of your rush of adrenaline.

You sit back up as he lowly speaks, "The fuck's it to you? I wanted to fuck her, and I was going to until you stepped in as if you're my girlfriend. Tell me why I shouldn't go back to her right now." He clasps his hands under his head, making himself comfortable with your weight pressing against his crotch.

"You know why," you huff with a frown, and you look so cute in the dim lighting with your baggy knitted sweater bunching up on the sleeves, sitting on his bulge with so much innocence in your expression. He's smitten, but it doesn't show in his cold stare. "I'm your girl, and I won't tolerate you messing around with other women. It's slutty!" You slightly bounce for emphasis, but your knee-length skirt hides your actions. Jungkook feels it with you, and his eyes trail down to your lower region.

"My girl?" he parrots with a raised brow. He gazes back into your eyes. "You do my homework."

"I don't care. I love you," you plead pathetically, "please say you love me back."

"Wasn't I a whore just a second ago?"

"You were! Apologize to me," you harshly yank his head back by his hair. He doesn't react in the slightest, so you softly add, "please."

"Oh little girl," he sighs, "are you really trying to dominate me right now?"

"I am dominating you. Promise me you won't kiss another girl like that again. I won't forgive you a second time."

"Yeah? What's my loss?"

"Well, you're lazy in school," you bluntly state, "and no one loves you like I do. No one would try to cater to you like I do. I'd do anything for you, Kookie." You tug down your skirt to take it off and plop back down on him before saying, "Including sex. You can only use me for your sexual needs."

He's enamored by your words, but he doesn't dare share it with you. Instead, he thrusts upwards and you yelp when you jump. "Go on then," he says nonchalantly. "Show me how much of a slut you are."

"U-Um, okay," you stutter and start unzipping his black denim jeans. You've seen a lot of porn videos to make sure you were prepared for the next step with Jungkook, but you have no experience with penetration.

And he realizes that rather quickly when you're so meek with your actions. With a groan, he asks, "You're not a fucking virgin, are you?"

"I've been saving it for the right guy," you answer with offence. This is a special occasion, and you want him to take it as seriously as you do. But it's definitely not a good idea to be snarky with him when you can barely remember the steps for safe sex. "Do you have a condom?"

"It's in my pocket," he grumbles and points at his front without taking it out himself. You're excited and nervous as you tear the wrapper and take out the preservative. You have no idea how to put it on, but you're topping so you clumsily push down his briefs. Jungkook is surprisingly throbbing under you, and you blush at the sight of his erection.

He stops himself from teasing you and saying that the girl from earlier gave him this boner, but he doesn't want to be cruel yet. It's your first time, and truthfully, he jacks off to thought of you too often anyway. He can handle being somewhat nice by staying quiet, but that doesn't mean he would teach you how to put on a condom.

You slip it on with little struggle, and don't waste any time in positioning his cock in your entrance. Before he can stop you, you sink down on his length with a painful moan. He wants to tell you that losing your virginity in this position is the most painful, but instead he groans, "Holy shit, how are you so fucking tight?"

It hurts so fucking bad. Your tear ducts are like clockwork as they water instantly, but you lower yourself down to the hilt anyway. You're quite literally sitting on his cock as you try to catch your breath because God, you're in so much pain.

"Fuck, are you okay?" he asks, but he's more worried about controlling himself from fucking into you before you can adjust. It's difficult, but he's trying.

"Jungkook," you whimper quietly with your eyes screwed shut, "it hurts."

"You're so fucking dumb for doing this, but you feel so fucking good," he pants as he holds your hips.

"Thank you," you muster out in a breath. A few seconds pass until the pain starts to numb, and you move against him very slowly. Your walls are stinging, but it feels like Heaven for Jungkook who you clench down on.

"Go up and down," he instructs with a bit lip. He tries to move your hips, but you're resisting in fear of another shock of pain. "Come on!"

"Can you wait?" you hiss through clenched teeth.

He's trying to rile you up when he says, "Sana wouldn't take this fucking long."

And it works, because you bounce once. "Don't say her name!"

He groans at your tightness, and he can't believe how wet you are. You're dripping on him, and he curses himself for holding back because of your hopeless romance. He can't entertain your conservative way of going on about this any longer, so he continues, "She would have made me cum by now, but this prissy princess can't even get a move on."

It's almost pathetic how one push from Jungkook makes you start moving, and it feels less uncomfortable to hop up and down against his pelvis. The filthy sound of slapping skin mixing with the generic radio music is making you feel so slutty because it's so stereotypical, but when Jungkook moans, it brings heat all over your body. You take your sweater off when sweat begins to cumulate on your temples, and he commands, "Take off your bra too."

He's thrusting into you as you unclasp the black material, freeing your breasts as he finds his new eyecandies. You are so pretty, your nipples are so hard, and your cunt sucks him in so perfectly. It almost upsets him when he realizes how much pleasure he's deprived himself of; the amount only you seem to be able to provide, because it's beyond physical intimacy.

"Good girl," he exhales and gently slams into you with his hands fondling your tits. You smile coyly through your tears, and he asks, "Does it still hurt?"

You contemplate for a second, because you don't feel the best yet, but you don't want to disappoint Jungkook either. "I-It doesn't," you lie.

Jungkook mentally rolls his eyes; he really wants to believe you so he can chase his high, but he sees right through you. He slaps your tit without mercy and chastises you, "don't lie. I thought this was your little moment of control."

"I'm sorry," you pout as you slowly ride him.

"Another lie," he slaps your other tit more harshly and you yelp.

"I'm not lying!" you plead and hasten your pace, desperate to sell your lie. It's working, because you're starting to feel a knot in your stomach the more you adjust.

He moans with you, and you lose yourself when he stills your hips and begins to fuck you himself. It's rough, loud, and the pain is your pleasure. His balls slap against your skin as he easily slides in and out of you with the help of your arousal. Your love dawns on him when you're so turned on for him without any foreplay, and he's on cloud nine because nothing can compare to being inside you.

The setting is so unlike you, fucking in someone's bedroom with a bunch of people behind the unlocked door who can barge in at any given moment, but he finds it so sexy. You only care about being with him, and you really do look like his slut now.

His hands start holding onto your ass, kneading it until it turns red with his fingerprints, and he demands you to kiss him. You're out of it, your ears are ringing and you can only moan out his name, but you can't bear to ignore him. Your lips fall on his, and the kiss is sloppy with his tongue all over your mouth. You can't keep up, but your chest swells with pride when you realize how needy he is for you. He goes as far as to spit in your mouth, and you swallow it without hesitation.

"You want me to play with your clit?" he murmurs against your lips, and his voice sounds so airy and melodic to your ears. "Hm? Want me to make you feel good, little slut?"

You whine without a clear response because his lips feel so soft and wet, and that's the only thing you can focus on. All you want to do is kiss him and he doesn't stop you from doing so, but you're even more overwhelmed when he starts touching you while penetrating you. "No," you whimper, "I'll cum."

"A slut can take it," he grunts and rubs your clit faster, and you come undone all too soon. You moan loudly as you tremble, shaking as he rides out your high with a pinch to your clit. You're numb when you collapse on top of him, but he's relentless with his thrusts. He's using your body as you intended, and he's vocal with his pleasure and teasing climax. It's remarkable how he holds you up when you've gone limp and still fucks you just as hard.

You want to record his voice when he starts to whine pathetically, but you have no energy left within. He's panting in your ear, and it's not long before his hips fall on the mattress with a sigh. He's surprised by how powerful his orgasm was, as he fills the condom with his release instantly. His cock is still nestled inside you as both of you recover from your climax.

"Get off," he taps your thigh, and he pushes you off when you don't obey immediately. Your spell has worn off as he starts to dress himself. "I'm going back to the dorms." You listen to him with your mind in a haze. "Unless you want to get raped on your way without me, get the fuck up now."

"Can you carry me please?"

He shrugs and swings your arm over his shoulder, picking up your body with ease. He collects your clothes in his hand, but doesn't hand them to you as he steps out of the room.

"W-Wait, Jungkook, I'm naked-"

"You're my girl, no? Be a good slut and shut the fuck up."

Dangling off his shoulder with your bare tits pressed against his back, you close your eyes and drift off on the way to campus.

Boyfriends typically drop their girlfriends off anyway, right?

[cantfightmoonlight]

Her own eyes fell closed as she shifted closer into his side. Burying her face against his chest as they laid there. Two bodies intertwined. Listening to the sound of his heartbeat settling as if each thump was an buoy for her to hang onto, keeping her afloat from her all too tempestuous thoughts. Does it hurt? The little words asked amongst the quiet to which she would have given anything to say no. But, as her lips parted, all she could bring herself to do was shake her head.

"Not in the way you'd think?" She finally mumbled out after a prolonged breath, her eyes flickering down to the scars that littered her wrists. She didn't know how to describe it and, it part, she didn't entirely want to, but because it was him doing the asking, she pushed her own personal comforts to the side in an attempt to find the words. "It feels- it feels good at first? Like you were dreaming all of this time only now you finally know what its like to be alive? There's nothing quite like it. Like pure adrenaline running just beneath your skin. But- but when you're riding out the high, you go numb. Gone goes the guilt. The pain. The loneliness. The euphoric feeling is all consuming. Addictive. And you could care less who gets hurt or who you hurt in the process. You just don't want the sensation to end. It's like you're suddenly hyper rational and yet completely irrational all at once? And the its gone and you're left with the price you have to pay if you haven't already and that's- that's when the pain comes in. And the, um, the spells that don't hurt immediately are the one that linger with you in the long run. In order to inflict pain upon someone else, you have to first inflict it upon yourself. Want to publicly humiliate someone? Burn an object symbolic of your own triumphs or failures. Burn something that you love or are attached to. Those pains burn fast and fade quick. But, spells like this? They linger and fester and, eventually whatever you did, will be inflicted back on you. Does that," She pressed her lips together as if mulling over whether or not she should even ask the question plaguing the tip of her tongue. "Does that bother you? Knowing that I've cast nearly every spell in the book and all the horrible things I've done?"

"Shut up," She mumbled softly out as a groan of relief broke from his lips. Her hands continuing to massage his back. Hiding her face against his shoulder blade as she let him catch her hand in his. Her cheeks burning bright as he kissed each of her fingers, before his lips traced their way along her scars. "Nico," Her voice began to choke up as he turned to find her face. Her bottom lip beginning to quiver as his hands found their way to her waist. Jasmine knew all too well what she was capable of. Knew that she wasn't a good person. But, oh did she love him. She loved Nico Castillo more than she'd ever be able to voice in words and, it's precisely why, the girl who had been holding it together until now, crumbled to pieces in his arms the moment he began to describe a reality without him. However fictional. Tears flooded to her eyes as her arms wrapped around his waist tighten. Her nails scrapping lightly against his back as if desperate to hold on. As if afraid that if she lifted her head or let go, he'd slip right through her finger tips. "Don't... Please?" She pleaded out. Her body trembling against the weight of his as the tears just kept falling with no end in sight. "I- I can't- you don't get it. I- I'm so afraid that it's going to be you next. I lose everybody, Wonder boy. Everybody. They all either die or are dead already. And I can't- I can't lose you. I won't. I'd bring you back in a heartbeat and turn the whole coven permanently dark in the process. I don't give a shit. And I don't care how selfish it is and then it will be you resets me and regrets it. Just like Poppy does. And I can't- can we talk about anything else please?"

·✥·

With his eyes closed, he felt the air shift around them, and as she whispered into the quiet house, his heartbeat settled into a more normal rhythm. A call-and-response slowly learned, that when she said they were safe, he believed it. And when he looked into her eyes, he didn’t see endless void, just a moonless night. A shock at first maybe—but the same stars were there, and the moon wasn’t gone forever. “What… does it feel like?” he asked, in the quiet. “Dark magic?” He traced her fingers with his. “Does it hurt?” The question, asked so often by someone in his line of work, held a different note to it. Not the usual professional sympathy at a distance, but built from his own experience as someone who had his bones broken and reformed regularly. There wasn’t any judgment or worry hidden in the question.  When she adjusted them to pull him close, he didn’t resist but let out a soft chuckle that immediately turned into a groan of relief. “Holy shit, you can just do that, with your hands? Witchcraft,” he said, laughing through the accusation as he relaxed into it. The brush of her lips on his neck and the breath exhaled there sent little electric sparks dancing along his spine, until he felt the gentle air currents drop along with her words. “Hey—” he reached to catch her hand, and dragged it over his shoulder so she didn't completely get to pull away. He began pressing kisses to her fingertips, her palm, the delicate space between her wrist bones, along the scars on her arm without pause and up to the join of her elbow, whispering as he went. “I love you—I love you, I love you…” Turned half around, he could find her face again, and touched her temple to bend forward and rest their foreheads together. His other hand went to her waist, steadying her where she sat. Despite it being a phrase he’d heard before, there was something in the words, that ‘without you,’ that landed too hard for him to bear. Not tonight. They should be free from the difficult things. There shouldn’t be any thoughts about it, or at least not serious ones. “You’d get more pizza to yourself," he conceded. "But you'd find less mud on your nice clothes,” he murmured, remembering the Faire, before it had turned sour. “Wear ribbons without someone messing them up.” Her pretty blue dress had been a bit too easy to think about tugging at, like a misbehaving schoolkid with a crush. His grin turned wolfish, stereotypes be damned. “Find fewer pine needles in your sheets, less sand…” To be fair, any amount of either was probably more than necessary, but he gave it deep gravitas. "But I wouldn't leave you like that—mudless, tidy... having to find your own pine needles and sand for your bed, like everyone else? Not gonna happen." He sealed the promise, something true within the nonsense, with a kiss to her forehead. "Not without one hell of a fight. Okay?"

[shenanigans-and-imagines]

Strange x reader drabble where they're arguing about something and being sassy, strange gets proven wrong and he has to take a moment to realize he's really into the reader when they're smug and confident?

A/N: I'm actually going to take this opportunity to write for an OC I've been playing around with in my head for the past week. Hope that's okay.

Strange and Cassandra moved carefully among the rocks, keeping their heads low while never losing track of the giant five tailed feline guarding the entrance.

"I think I can stun it," Strange whispered.

Cassandra shook her head. "Trust me, you don't want to do that."

"It's a Zheng, it's not impervious."

"It also won't attacked unless provoked. What we need to do--"

"We are not going to do anything," Strange insisted. "You are going to keep your head down while I take care of this."

"Oh I'm sorry, who died and put you in charge?"

"The Ancient One."

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Uh huh, and how long have you been practicing magic."

He pressed his lips together, sensing a trap, but not knowing how to avoid it.

"Three years," he confessed. "And I am the Sorcerer Supreme."

She held up a finger. "You were Sorcerer Supreme. Now you're just a novice with an ego."

"Did I miss when you were studying at Kamar-Taj?"

"You missed me at your book club because I had been practicing actual magic since I was twelve."

"Reading tarot cards."

"At least I don't have to cheat by using the time stone, which you don't have any more."

"So why do you need me?" he countered.

"I don't know yet," she ground out, clearly frustrated by her own vision. "But if we follow your lead the answer will be cat food."

Strange let out a huff, realizing there was absolutely no arguing with the woman. "Just stay here."

Cassandra made a noise of protest unable to grab Strange in time before he stepped out into the open.

The beast turned it's head, it's giant eyes suddenly fixed on him. He didn't even give it time to bare it's teeth before pushing the spell forward, encompassing it in orange light. It stumbled against the weight, it's eyes blinking open and closed.

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. Maybe this would finally shut her up. But before he could relish in his victory, the Zheng shook it's head, scratching at its face before straightening up to it's full height. Furious yellow eyes found Strange matched with long white fangs.

Shit.

Strange dove out of the way, feeling the wind of the Zheng pounce breeze past. He hard on his shoulder, hissing in pain and the Zheng turned, poised for another attack.

The cloak pulled him back, forcing him to his feet and out of reach.

The distance gave him only a moment to come up with some other plan.

The Zheng lowered it's ears hissing its displeasure.

"Hey!"

A rock hurled through the air, hitting the beast in the back of the head. It whirled towards the attack and Strange could see Cassandra standing straight, her staff in hand.

"We're not here to hurt you," she said.

The Zheng seemed to scoff and Strange had to wonder if it could understand her.

She raised her staff. The orb on the end shone a bright white light, illuminating the cave.

Strange shielded his eyes, but could just make out Cassandra stepping closer. He watched as the Zheng gazed into the light, following it until both were a safe distance away.

Cassandra let go of the staff, allowing it balance in place as the light dimmed.

The Zheng's aggressive expression faded, as it seemed to consider her with cautious eyes.

She bowed respectfully, never breaking eye contact as she held out her hand.

The beast then lowered its head, pressing its nose against her palm.

Cassandra then looked to Strange, nodding him over.

He approached carefully, not wanting to break whatever spell she had placed on the creature.

As soon as he was close enough, the Zheng raised its head. Its eyes narrowed, but held none of the murderous intent as before.

He copied Cassandra's motions, bowing and offering his hand.

As soon as its fur touched his skin, he felt it. Images flash across his mind; med school, the accident, Karma Taj, Thanos, Wong, Christine, Cassandra, Ellie, all piling one after another for an eternity and a moment.

Almost as soon as it had begun, it stopped, yanking Strange back into the present as the Zheng pulled away.

He stared in wonder as the great cat rested back on its hunches. With a turn of its head and flick of its take, the great stone doors and the edge of the cavern opened.

Strange felt compelled to say something, but soon enough Cassandra had grabbed his arm and pulled him through the doorway.

Only when the stone sealed shut behind them did Strange feel like he could speak.

"How did you know that would work?"

She shrugged. "No bones."

Strange looked at her confused. She rolled her eyes.

"There were no bones outside the entrance. If we were meant to fight it, we would have seen a lot more evidence of carnage. Besides, this is a place of knowledge, it's only fitting that someone seeking knowledge and not power is allowed to enter."

She glanced at him, her lips forming into a smug smile at his bewilderment.

"You read too many books Strange. Now I believe you owe me a few words; namely, you, were, and right."

He stared at her, unsure whether to be annoyed or astounded.

"C'mon, it's important to be humble," she insisted.

He let out a defeated sigh. "You were right."

"Ah, sweet bliss."

She strode forward, casually resting her staff behind her neck.

For a moment, he watched her go a smile forming on his lips. She really was proving to be so much more.

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Better Than Anyone Else - Castiel Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Better Than Anyone Else

Pairing: Castiel X Reader

Requested: by @zizzlekwum

Word Count: 1,306 words

Warning(s): cussing, kidnapping, insults, Dean can't really keep his mouth shut

Summary: (Season 5) (Y/n) and Castiel are taken hostage by angels in the hopes of getting information on how the Winchesters plan on stopping the apocalypse. (Y/n) finally reaches their boiling point with the angels that try to make Cas feel like shit.

Author's Note: I swear, Cas is one of my favorite characters to write for.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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I was seething.

I watched as the angels strutted around Cas and me. We were tied across from each other. Cas with some weird kind of chain and me with just rope.

They just kept poking at him.

Mocking him for his humanity. His caring nature.

It pissed me off.

"Isn't it pathetic," one of them asked. "Knowing that your choice to help the humans is pointless? You trusted them... cared about them... all for it to go to waste. They don't care about you, you're just a tool to them."

"Leave him alone," I snapped, tugging at the ropes harshly. I didn't even wince at the feeling of the material burning my skin.

"Shut up, you gnat," the 'head angel' of the group said. "You are one of the biggest reasons Castiel forgot his purpose."

"He didn't forget his purpose," I hissed. "He found it."

She held her blade to my neck, grabbing my hair so I couldn't wiggle away.

"He's one of the most caring creatures I've ever met," I continued, ignoring my fear. "He's a hero. Not just to me but to so many others. You are just trying to make him hate all he's done so he can be guilt-tripped into helping you. If you were worth helping, you wouldn't have to do that."

The angel nearly growled at me before stepping away.

I started combatting words with words.

"You mean nothing to them" was met with my response of "You're amazing and I'm honored to even know you."

"If you didn't have powers, they'd drop you like dead weight," was met with, "Don't listen to them. The boys and I think you're brilliant. You're amazing... a hero."

"They obviously don't need you... they would've saved you by now," was met with, "Sam and Dean will be here soon, they just can't teleport."

This continued until the doors were slammed open. I smiled to myself. Sam and Dean stormed in and started fighting. Sam quickly cut the ropes from my wrist and ankles and grabbed the blade the had rolled from one of the angels.

"One second," I said to Cas quickly, going after the main angel.

I sunk the blade into her stomach, ripping a key from around her vessel's neck.

"Didn't know angels used such basic locks on shit," I muttered, undoing the lock. Cas stood up instantly, moving me out of the way so he could smite an angel that was behind me.

The action died down and we all looked around to check on each other.

"All of us alright," Dean asked. I nodded. "Let's go, Bobby's waiting for us."

We went to walk out but Cas called my name. I turned back to him. He gently grabbed my hands. I blushed as I watched how careful he was as he healed the rope burns.

"Thank you," I mumbled, looking up at him.

I noticed how close we were. I took a deep breath in before turning around and following Sam and Dean. Cas teleported out.

"How are you feeling," Sam asked as Dean started driving.

"I've been better," I muttered. "They just kept insulting him. Like they knew it would hurt more than hitting him."

"What did you do," Sam asked.

"Defended him," I replied. "He deserved that. Even after they held a blade to my throat, I just wanted him to know that we cared."

There was a moment of silence.

"(Y/n)," Dean said carefully. "Do you promise not to hit me after I ask my next question?"

"I can't promise something like that, I've heard some dumb questions come out of your mouth," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Do you... love Cas," he asked.

My breath stopped in my throat for a moment.

I looked down. Was love the right word? Was that too far? I definitely liked him. He was sweet and brave but... love? He'd be uncomfortable if I said love. I sighed... maybe I did love him.

"I don't know if 'love' is too far or not," I finally admitted.

"Holy shit," Dean sounded so excited. I chuckled. "I fricking knew it! Sam, you owe me twenty bucks!"

"You bet on me?"

"...No," Dean suddenly turned guilty when he realized that I was unhappy with his choice.

"Sam."

"It was Dean's idea," he said, throwing his brother under the bus immediately. I looked at Dean.

"(Y/n)... listen..."

--time skip--

I was looking through Bobby's basement for him. He was working on some project and just needed me to help him grab some things. I was happy too. Working with Bobby was not as scary as some would assume.

I was heading back up the stairs when I heard Cas and Dean in the kitchen.

"I just want to know why (Y/n) defended me so adamantly," I froze, realizing neither one had noticed me.

"I can't tell you that, Cas, you need to ask them," he replied.

"You know and won't tell me," Cas said it as a statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because I can't."

"Dean, I don't understand-"

"I'm sorry, Cas, but this is (Y/n)'s business."

I guess I didn't know how long they had been going around in a circle. Still, what happened next made me want to throw what I was holding at Dean's head.

"Is there something wrong with (Y/n)? Are you worried about them? What do I not know-"

"Guys," I heard Sam try to intervene.

"(Y/n) loves you, Cas," Dean finally snapped. "There! You know why now!"

My heart just sank, "How fucking dare you?"

Dean looked at me with a panicked look.

"(Y/n)-"

I held up a hand. I walked to the living, placed what Bobby asked for on the table, and then walked out of the house.

"Where are you going," Sam asked, going to stop me.

"On a walk," I snapped, slamming the front door shut behind me.

I don't even know how far into Bobby's yard I had walked. I just kept going. I was angry and stressed and embarrassed. I was ready to fight Dean and leave him tied up in the trunk of his own car.

"(Y/n)," I heard the deep voice from behind me. I ignored it. "(Y/n)."

"Cas, I really don't wanna-"

I ended up walking straight into his chest. I took a step back and looked up at his face.

"Cas... we can just forget that," I motioned toward the house. "We don't have to worry about it."

"No."

"No?"

"I don't want to forget about it," he muttered. "It made me very happy when I heard you loved me."

"Oh," I mumbled.

"I... I love you too," he had a small grin on his face, seeming nervous. Angel of the Lord... nervous.

"You do?"

"Yes," Cas nodded.

"Oh," I mumbled again.

He stepped closer to me. I felt my entire base heat up at the motion. Being this close to Cas... or anyone really... was kind of new to me. I watched him closely and saw him furrow his eyebrows.

"This is where I'm supposed to kiss you, right," he asked softly.

"If you want to."

"I want to," he replied. I smiled widely at him.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. I grabbed the lapels of his jacket. It felt like I was going to lose him if I did. He slowly reached out to touch my sides as he relaxed into the kiss. It was a perfect moment.

I slowly pulled away, trying to hold back a laugh as he tried to lean forward and kiss me again.

"I love you," I whispered, my forehead touching him.

"I love you too," he mumbled back. "And I'd like to kiss you again."

"Be my guest," I chuckled, pulling him back into a kiss.

What a perfect moment?

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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Sick

word count: 5.4k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, sickness, dizziness, angst + fluff

A/N: Hi everyone! I can't believe this is my first sick fic but I just had to do one with Wilhemina x Reader. If anyone would like to see some more, I might do a series of these with Cordelia or Ally or even Billie. (Let me know)

This is dedicated to a very special person I met on Tumblr- I hope you remember to take a break from time to time and look after yourself! ✨

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''If you decide to go into work, it's at your own risk, don't come running to me afterwards, if you don't feel well'' Wilhemina's harsh words ring through your ears as you stand by your desk, trying to focus on the tasks ahead. All you can feel, as your hand wanders to the table, desperately looking for some support to not lose balance, to not give your legs the power to stop supporting you and to fight your body from giving up and letting exhaustion win.

In reality, Wilhemina's words weren't supposed to come out as harsh and rushed as they did, her stern and cold tone and demeanor, only a defensive mechanism for the woman, trying to hide her true feelings that are buried deep within her soul. She meant to protect you, from yourself mostly but also the sickness and the flu that had come knocking about a week ago, but you being stubborn pushing it away as if it wasn't real or meaningful.

However, as you stand by your desk, trying hard not to lose balance, you realize that all along Wilhemina had been right and you should have listened. The times, she told you to stop working so much and doing over hours as your job demanded it, the times she told you that making her a bath or cooking dinner isn't necessary that day. The times she told you to take care of yourself and simply lie down but you wouldn't listen, always caring more about everyone else's wellbeing, especially the redheads than your own.

''Miss Y/L/N, have you finished your assigned task yet by chance?'' you hear the voice of your boss, as she enters and you wish she didn't, as her voice only adds to the throbbing pain in your head, causing your vision to blur and everything to feel even more unbearable than it already does.

With all the fight and strength left in you, you manage to turn around and grab the folder, handing it to her with shaky hands. You had always been good at hiding, either fighting battles of sickness or overwhelming thoughts, drowning in your own emotions deep down but remaining to keep a perfect facade and smile to the people on the outside, so they didn't understand and learn your true feelings as you see no reason to bother them with it. However, no matter how much you try and hide this and pretend that you aren't consumed by sickness fighting your body, it's very visible in your features.

Even though your boss is a very hectic person, always caring about performing well and getting work done as ''efficiently and quickly as possible'' as she repeats on a daily basis, even she manages to notice your fragile state. Your face, which is usually filled with light and warm smiles, doesn't just lack the genuine smile and warmth but also color as you are incredibly pale. She quickly connects the dots, noticing how your hand is gripping around the desk still and how your other hand is shaking uncontrollably.

''Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling alright?'' you hear her ask before your eyes feel heavier as the exhaustion is slowly creeping up on you and you have trouble concentrating on what is happening, as you feel more in a dream-like state. For a moment, everything seems to pause and you only snap out of it when you feel some weight pressing on your shoulders and someone forcing you to sit down on a chair they pulled closer.

Only as you force your eyes open, slightly confused and dumbfounded at what is happening,  you realize it's your boss making you sit down and walking to the other end of the room to get some water for you. ''Miss Y/L/N while I appreciate your determination, you should have called in sick this morning'' she explains, while handing you a glass of water with a compassionate smile but the concern visible in her features. ''I just wanted to-to finish the'' you start but stop midway as you feel sick at the pure sensation of water in your mouth, let alone swallowing it.

''I understand but you need some rest, that much is plain, need me to call someone for you?'' she asks but you instantly tense, knowing your girlfriend Wilhemina will definitely not be amused if she has to pick you up from work, after explicitly telling you not to go in the first place, this morning and last night. Not to mention, she is at her own workplace, having to deal with her own piles of work, her constant back pain, and two idiot bosses on top of it all.

''No I am ok- okay'' you manage to get the words out and force your best smile, knowing if you aren't going to be convincing enough, she might not let you leave without calling someone. ''Very well but you better not show your face here, until you are truly better'' she warns, with a little smile, knowing how determined you are, and while she appreciates your work attitude a lot, she knows you tend to overwork yourself and forgetting to take care of yourself in the process.

Taking a deep breath, you somehow manage to prop yourself up and grab your bag, taking slow but steady steps towards the exit and the bus stop. As you walk through the corridor, momentarily blinded by the bright lights flickering, you are well aware you shouldn't attempt to get on the bus, considering there is still a little walk back to yours and Wilhemina's apartment but you could never bother your girlfriend with this, not because she told you so in the first place but because you need to remain stable and alright.

As you walk through exit and towards the bus stop, you feel some droplets of rain on your skin and instantly shiver a little as the cold water only adds to the uncomfortable feeling. Focussing on your vision and the bus timetable as you actually don't know the times because you would usually never leave work after two hours, the dizziness momentarily passes a little as the thoughts become overwhelming. Waves of uncomfortable thoughts crash into your brain, with no way of stopping ''What if they will fire me, what if people will be disappointed in me, what if Wilhemina hates me?''.

You try your best to take deep breaths and push the thoughts away but the only thing usually helpful at keeping the storm and waves of emotions at bay, is the woman you are trying to hide this from. Usually, she could tell by how stressed or anxious you seem and without addressing it much, she will just pull you into her arms or let your exhausted body rest on her lap, the soft hums and stroking her fingers through your hair, stopping the thoughts momentarily.

''Are you getting on Miss?'' you hear a male unfamiliar voice, snapping you out of your thoughts and noticing that somehow the bus already arrived and you blink a few times, confused whether you just stood there for ages, unable to focus on anything in reality anymore or if it just happened to arrive so quickly. ''Miss?'' he tries again, his voice now showing a slight sign of impatience. Your mind automatically connects it with Wilhemina's impatience whenever you would just admire her, completely taken back by her beauty and features and the same agitation in her voice, as she would try to speak to you.

''Yes,'' you quickly say and get on the bus, showing your ticket like you would every morning. Finally collapsing onto the nearest seat you can find, leaning your head against the window and closing your eyes, you feel some of the exhaustion fade as you sit on a comfortable surface. Your thoughts wander back to Wilhemina and it suddenly dawns on you that you haven't even texted her your usual good morning text yet or checked-in how her work is going. A small part of you wants to avoid any confrontation with her today as you are still worried, she will be mad at you.

After all, maybe you could avoid all the questions and confrontation if you simply lied. Of course, you are fully aware it won't be easy to lie to your girlfriend, especially with her always being able to tell but you wonder if you could somehow pull it off. Pretending to still be at work and only got off work a bit earlier, not to worry her and not to argue, as she did tell you after all not to come running to her.

Deciding on actually messaging her and pulling your phone out of your bag, you realize it was a mistake as soon as the bright screen blinds your vision yet again. All you could see before your eyes force shut, is Wilhemina's name on your screen but you can't begin to read the messages as your fragile state isn't allowing you to do so. Deciding on dealing with that later, you rest your head against the window and zone out for a while, trying hard not to fall asleep on the bus and end up somewhere entirely opposite to your direction and final stop- home.

Part of you doesn't remember how you ended up in bed a while later, your brain too tired to remember the details of getting off the bus at the right stop and walking aimlessly for a few minutes before you found yourself in front of your shared apartment. Thankfully, along the way, your subconsciousness took over and guided your body home safely, as you were in no state to focus on much anymore, your body on autopilot mode.

As soon as your tired body finally comes into contact with your mattress, pulling the blanket closer to your face and snuggling up comfortably, you feel relieved, and before any more waves of overwhelming thoughts arrive, your body finally allows itself to rest and you fall into a deep slumber. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you remembered to set an alarm for in a few hours, making sure you would be awake for when Wilhemina would return, even in your sleepy and sick state, still keeping track of everything and keeping your perfect facade up.

However, whenever you try and protect everyone around you, considering every detail perfectly you tend to ignore yourself in the process and checking in on how you are feeling or how decisions might affect you. As a result, you didn't just take a small nap like intended, you fell asleep, sleeping off most of the fever and letting your tired body fight the illness. However, due to your state, you fail to wake up from the alarm or wake up to Wilhemina coming home from work, a little early as she couldn't reach you all day, not the usual lunchtime call or messages you would sent her, no matter how busy you are.

As soon as Wilhemina unlocks the door, discarding her small purple handbag on the table, she walks through the apartment in an effort to find you, her cane hitting the floor hard and with a heavy force, reflecting what she is feeling inside. Of course, she had known you haven't been feeling well and not only hiding it from her but also trying to push through like you usually would. The redhead didn't mean to lash out at you or use the harsh words she did in the end but your actions and behavior reminded the sometimes stern woman of her own behavior. Always ignoring her back pain and pushing through endless emails or documents on her desk, regretting it the same day or days later when the pain felt unbearable, and yet she still hid it from everyone.

She was trying to look out for you, the times she told you not to go in, take a break, and also when she said she wouldn't be there. Of course, she would, Wilhemina loves you and her love for you has been both the most confusing and strong thing she has ever felt for anyone. You had crashed into Wilhemina's life like a thunder, unexpected, and with heavy force, she had no idea the day you walked into her life, it would change everything. It didn't just change Wilhemina herself and being able to open up slowly, it also allowed her to feel emotions and understand them as something positive and not something you should try and hide or avoid at all costs. From day one you had brought out her soft side, allowing those walls to tumble down and letting the light and love into her life as her heart has been a dark and lonely place for long enough.

Her first stop is the kitchen, hoping deep down she wouldn't find you cooking in there, or the dining room with a meal prepared, as she wouldn't want you to overwork yourself even more after work. After not finding you there, she checks the bathroom but no sign of you either, only to finally be met with the bedroom in complete darkness. Slightly dumbfounded, she switches the light on, the lamp slowly filling the room with light and exposing your fragile, shivering body on the bed.

Wilhemina's heart almost breaks at the sight, seeing you in such discomfort and knowing at the same time it must be bad if you voluntarily went to bed early and skip the usual responsibilities that aren't actually your chores or Wilhemina expecting them of you but you thinking that regardless. She slowly approaches the bed, her cane hitting the floor very carefully and quiet now, sure to not wake you up in the process, as she wouldn't want to startle you or add to the discomfort you are in.

She finds you wrapped in a blanket, still wearing the clothes you had left in this morning and Wilhemina knows if you willingly did that, you must have felt awful when you returned home. Her hand wanders closer to your face, gently tucking at the blanket so she can take a look at your face. She gasps a little when she sees how pale you are, droplets of sweat on your forehead at the same time and her heart breaks at the sight, seeing her little one in this much pain and distress.

For a moment the redhead debates what to do as she has never been great at taking care of anyone or allowing people to take care of herself. As a child, she was often told not to exaggerate, that her back pain isn't that bad, that it doesn't need checking out from doctors and that she just has to deal with it. Eventually, she started to believe it and the emotional abuse she suffered in her young years, combined with the pain, made the redhead believe that she isn't worthy of affection or love or someone taking care of her. Even till this day, she barely allows you to help her out with her pains, not liking the fact anyone would show her the affection and tender care that was lacking in her younger years.

Gently, her hand reaches for your forehead, her rational thinking kicking in now to determine the state and severity of your illness. As soon as the back of her palm comes into contact with your forehead, she gasps, her facial expression changing from concerned and wishing she could just cure you right there, into worrying and shock. Her nostrils flare as she has no idea how you managed to get through the last hours and at the same time feeling angry, that you kept her in the dark and didn't call her. A small part of Wilhemina understands however, as she would have done the same thing, hide, keep the perfect smile and pretend like nothing is bothering her.

Wilhemina stands there for a moment, looking over your body exhausted from sickness, deciding on what to do, her rational side is telling her to take you to a doctor but there is no way she would trust them. The redhead woman had too many bad experiences before to trust them again, often mistreated with her back or prescripted the wrong medication and there is no way she would ever let her little one go through similar experiences. In the end, she decides on the only thing logical which is taking care of you herself, right at home. She balances on her cane again, trying to be quiet before walking into the kitchen to retrieve the necessary items.

The ruffling noises, mixed with cane tapping coming from the kitchen, as well as the cold unknown feeling on your forehead a little while ago, end up waking you up from your slumber, and instantly your body tenses up as you realize Wilhemina is home. In your slightly panicked state, overwhelmed with the thoughts on how to get out of this situation, ignoring the throbbing headache or the fact the room is spinning from the lack of food and water today, you once again fail to acknowledge what is right in front of you.

Right in front of you, stands Wilhemina, your girlfriend, a little tray in her hand, trying to balance it with the support of her cane and free hand, looking at you with a confused reaction, both about the fact you are awake and also the fact you are staring at the wall, not moving at all. ''Little one, you are awake'' she states, her voice sounding a little softer than usual. Instantly you snap out of it, panic once again rippling through your body as you fear her reaction, ignoring the fact she is standing in front of you with a little tray with water, soup, and medication.

Wilhemina notices you tensing, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in her back that the carrying of the tray had caused her, she walks closer to the bed, putting the tray on the night table finally, before breathing out a moment as the uncomfortable feeling leaves her. She turns to you, her eyebrows furrowing again, the concern now very visible in her features, unable to hide it any longer and not caring about that, your wellbeing her main priority.

''Little one'' she states, her head tilting slightly and her eyes slowly locking with yours as you force yourself to take a look at your girlfriend. As soon as you take a look at the redhead, you feel partly relieved as there is no sign of anger visible but at the same time, you feel awful for the concern you had caused her, not to mention the back pain you must have caused her, considering her awkward posture, standing in front of you, still balancing both hands on her cane. Finally, as your eyes wander to the little tray, you feel like bursting into tears at the fact Wilhemina had done this for you, considering she must have just returned from work and you knowing how hard things like these are for her with her condition.

''Mina?'' your voice cracks not only from the feeling of knives in your throat as illness seems to have taken up most of your body but also tears building up, both guilty ones putting Wilhemina through the effort as well as sad ones that your walls are breaking down, right here in front of the woman you usually encourage to let her walls down and true emotions in.

''I'm here little one'' she whispers, her hand wandering to your cheek, cupping it gently and stroking it with the back of her palm. It doesn't take words to exchange what is on each other's mind, you feeling sorry for lying and pushing, realizing now that indeed your partner had been right from the start. And Wilhemina also feeling guilty for using such harsh words on you this morning and at the same time upset to see her girl in such distress and pain. As soon as you feel her palm on your cheek, some tears stream down your face as you try and contain the sobs and fight back the last few emotions and thoughts, keeping you from breaking right in front of her.

As soon as Wilhemina feels the tears falling, she catches them with her thumb, wiping them away gently before whispering ''Now don't cry sweet girl'' trying to hide her own emotions and the pain it brings her whenever seeing you upset. Whenever she would see you in any kind of distress or any negative emotion visible in your features it would cause her great pain, a different kind of feeling than her back could ever cause her, as her heart would ache, her only intention to make you smile again, especially in that dorky adorable way she loves and that causes for her heart to flutter, even though she wouldn't admit that to anyone, including you.

After wiping your tears, Wilhemina hands you some water and medication from the tray and you look at her with a slightly confused expression, as you haven't fully realized yet, it doesn't need words for Wilhemina to understand how awful you are feeling. ''Now take them little one, it will make you feel better'' she promises and without thinking twice you lead the tablets to your mouth, swallowing them with some water. The feeling of the cold liquid soothing your throat momentarily distracts you from the pain that you seem to feel all over your body. ''Good girl'' Wilhemina praises as you hand her the bottle, a little smirk rising on your features.

''Now I need you to eat this'' she demands, handing you the bowl of chicken noodle soup, that you usually love. You look at her with a slightly disgusted expression as the thought of food is only adding to the sick feeling in your stomach. ''I know but eat up for me, will you?'' she asks gently, not reminding you of the stern Wilhemina at all. All you can do in response is nod and take the bowl from her hands. ''I will be right back'' she explains, leaving you behind with your soup before walking out of the bedroom. For a moment you debate whether to just abandon the food again, as you genuinely don't feel like eating but there is no way you would let the woman you had fallen in love with, down a second time today.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, the only sounds to be heard, the spoon as it scoops up the liquid, feeling soothing in your throat but painful in your stomach at the same time. Shortly after the sound of a cane fills the room again and with each tap you somehow feel nervous, knowing the conversation was still to be held why you had lied to Wilhemina and not listened to her in the first place, only adding to the anxiety you feel. You see as the redhead walks in with a few towels and your favorite pajamas, that she would usually mock, too ''adorable'' for her liking, as you would usually put it.

''Have you had some?'' she asks and points at the soup and you simply nod while your eyes are begging her not to eat anymore. ''Fine, come on there is a bath waiting for you'' she informs you and you simply nod and slowly make your way out of bed. Midway to the bathroom, you realize how severe the nauseous feeling has been and you hold onto the wall to balance for a moment before you feel a hand on your back. ''I'm right by your side'' you hear Wilhemina's voice behind you and it sends a warm, comfortable fuzzy feeling through your body, reminding you that you aren't alone in this and that your girlfriend has got your back, literally.

You manage to find your way to the bathroom, with the support of Wilhemina's hand on your back and even though it takes you a while, you manage to sit in the bath and let the warm water soothe your skin and tired muscles. ''Do you think you will be okay in here for a bit?'' Wilhemina asks and you simply nod, feeling sleepy and relaxed at the same time. As your partner, walks back in the bedroom to prepare you for the night ahead and her own night which will probably result in no sleep and a lot of worrying over you, you sink a little further into the bath, confusing the bathtub with your own bed for a moment as you feel a little too comfortable.

''Little one are you-'' Wilhemina enters the bathroom, only to find you in the bath, asleep, your head resting on the purple little pillow she had bought a while ago and attached it to the bath. She frowns at the sight for a moment, before her features change as she realizes, this time she is going to have to wake you up, as there is no way her back condition will allow her to simply lift you out of the bath and carry you to bed, as much as she would like to do that. The usual strong woman fights some of her own tears back both at your state but also the painful reminder of her scoliosis.

Slowly you wake up, as you feel some water on your head and a hand washing out some shampoo, combined with a few muffled words that you can't quite understand yet, only just having woken up from your little slumber. ''Little one, wake up we have got to get you out of here'' you hear Mina's voice. You blink a few times, dumbfounded at the fact you are in the bath, not remembering much but feeling that your body is already feeling more relaxed than waking up earlier from your first slumber. ''Mina, what are you doing?'' you question as you realize she is bending awkwardly to wash your hair out and free it from the bubbles of shampoo. Quickly you sit up and free her from the uncomfortable position. ''Come on let's get you out'' she says and with all the strength you have left, you prop yourself up and exit the bath. Soon your skin comes into contact with a warm towel provided by Wilhemina.

You enjoy the feeling for a moment, before slowly getting changed into your pajamas and following your partner back to the bedroom. At this point, the medication has already freed you from most of your pain but your body still feels exhausted, so you quickly lie down in bed and pull the blanket closer, shivering slightly from the cool sensation of the air on your legs. Wilhemina returns to the bedroom, moments later in her purple nightgown, her hair falling loosely now and you admire your girlfriend for a moment, never quite able to believe how lucky you truly are and also always finding yourself taken back by her beauty, after years of being with each other.

The redhead approaches her side of the bed, book in hand as usual but for a change abandoning it on her night table, resting her cane in her usual spot, and carefully sitting down while leaning her back against the headboard of the bed. ''Come here'' she instructs, opening her arms and freeing her lap for you to rest your head in. Usually, she would do this after you had a long day at work, Wilhemina being able to tell instantly what an awful day you must have had and how it exhausted you both mentally and physically.

Reluctantly, you move your tired head onto her lap, still worried deep down about the conversation that is yet to be held and her true feelings about this. You had lied to her, hidden the truth from her and even though the redhead had often done the same, it felt different to you, like a betrayal. Your eyes close as soon as you feel her hands come into contact with your head, her fingers running through your hair gently and momentarily numbing the pain you are in. The smell of lavender sends you in a little dreamlike state as your partner just did a small evening routine instead of the usual, more bothered about making sure you are safe and feeling alright.

''Is that the hand cream?'' you mumble, starting to feel sleepy already as your whole body is ready to forget about today, the medication soothing your tired muscles and keeping your temperature at bay. ''It is little one'' Wilhemina whispers, smiling a little and relieved that you are still somewhat in a clear headspace as you remembered the lavender hand cream you had bought her before. She strokes your hair, untangling some knots gently with her fingertips as there was no time to brush your hair, the idea of the comfortable bed too convincing.

''Are you feeling alright, my darling?'' she asks, noticing how you are already on the verge of falling asleep. ''Hm Mh'' you mumble, as you slowly start falling asleep, despite trying to fight to stay awake to be in your partner's embrace and feel her safety and the warmth she radiates onto you, just a moment longer. She frowns, hating to see you pushing yourself so hard and her not being able to do anything about it, the state you are in now only the result of pushing yourself over the past few days.

''You need to stop being so hard on yourself and pushing'' she warns, knowing deep down you aren't fully aware of her words anymore as you fall into a slumber. ''I just want you to be safe and healthy'' she carries on, holding you in her arms, as if she was trying to shield you from the outside world and things that might be thrown across your way, including yourself. As soon as the redhead hears your little snores, she smiles a little, happy you are at least getting some more rest in her arms and at the same time glad, she is able to protect you now, knowing tomorrow is another day to come to have an actual conversation about this. She averts her gaze, and she is met with the mirror on the other side of the room, seeing you asleep on her lap and for a moment the woman, usually so hard on herself crumbles for a second as tears stream down her cheeks.

She remembers the moments in her younger years or even to this day, where she kept pushing and listening to her parents or the ugly voices in her head, telling her she isn't deserving to take breaks or look after herself. As she sees you safe and sound in her arms she can't help but feel gratitude, that you had walked into her life a while ago, knowing that you both have each other now. At this moment as she watches your tired body, chest rising and falling with each breath, she promises herself to never let you push this much again and to get you to take care of yourself, fully aware it won't be easy as she struggles with those things herself.

''Everything will be okay, I'm here little one you are safe'' she whispers, reassuring you again that you aren't alone in this and that she will be by your side. After watching you for a few seconds longer, she carefully reaches for her book, opening it and keeping herself occupied while she is determined to stay awake, not caring about sleep herself as she feels the need to stay with you and be there for you in case you wake up and need the redhead.

As she opens her book, now occupied by it, you are already asleep, your body slowly healing from today, both a mix of medication, rest but also the tender care, love, and affection Wilhemina has shown you since arriving back home and continues showing, as one of her hands is still rubbing soothing circles on your head, occasionally checking your forehead for a temperature.

[cepheusgalaxy]

Ok, so, well:

A very long ago, when the trees still used to walk, the animals still used to talk, and there weren't any humans yet, the tortoises had even, shiny shells.

A tortoise among them was very petty and very full of herself. She bragged to all animals about how her shell was beautiful and they had nothing like her.

She bragged to the monkeys, she bragged to the frogs and she bragged to the birds, until one day, fed up, the heron snapped back at her:

"Well, good for you, but nonetheless, at least I have my wings, for the Creator invited all birds and animals with wings for his Party in the Sky!"

That shut up the tortoise immediatelly. "A party in the sky? When? Why was I not invited?"

"For the when, that is none of your concern, but it is a seven days from now. For why you were not invited, that's quite obvious!"

Then, the Heron flied away, leaving the Tortoise contemplative where they had been talking.

"That's true", the Tortoise thought to herself. "I do not have wings like the Heron. Therefore I cannot go to the Party in the Sky."

Now, if the Tortoise was perhaps a bit more humble, she'd have quit and followed on with her life and her beautiful shell, but, as petty as she was, the Tortoise soon crafted a plan to be allowed on the Party on the Sky.

"If I cannot go because I do not have wings... then all I have to do is to get some!"

The Tortoise then, for the seven following days, walked around asking all of the feathered birds she met with for a single feather. Some of them declined, but oh well. She still had about a lot of feathers, or better yet, she has feathers enough.

With a lot of care, the Tortoise made a beautiful pair of wings with feathers of all different colors glued with wax on a very steady tree branch.

"With this, I will be able to get in the Party of the Sky!"

However, when the Tortoise tried to fly with her new wings, she found that she could not go very far away. She was getting very frustrated, until she saw the Vulture, who was carrying a guitar and seemed to be getting some packages ready.

Curious, the Tortoise approached him.

"Oh Vulture! Long time no see, how are you?"

The Vulture turned his gaze to the Tortoise. Well, lowered it, actually.

"Oh, Tortoise! Long time no see indeed. I am very well today, and very content indeed, for I am heading for the Party on the Sky!" He then gave her an apologetic look, seeing her handmade wings that did not go very far. "Well— unfortunately, you cannot go, Tortoise, for only winged animals were invited. That's very unfortunate."

The Tortoise, of course already crafting another plan, lied and brushed his worry off. "Oh, my friend! You need not to worry. I am perfectly fine here at the ground. I wish you all the fun today!"

As soon as she and the Vulture said goodbye to each other and he turned away his view, the Tortoise crawled back to him without his notice and entered the cavity on his guitar.

"Well!" She thought, comfy inside the instrument. "Fortunately, this thing is big enough to carry me! And I'm sure the Vulture won't mind me taking a little ride with him. Now I can go to the Party in the Sky!"

A few moments later, when the Vulture finished packing his things for the fight, he picked up his guitar—how weird. Was it always this heavy?—and took flight into the Sky.

The ride took a while, and the Tortoise was starting to feel really sleepy inside there, and the Vulture was starting to feel really tired as well, with all the extra weight, but not long after, they arrived at the Sky, and the Tortoise snapped awake, not wanting to lose a single detail.

The Sky had a floor made of clouds, and over them sat a huge amount of tables, each with a variety of gorgeous and amazing-smelling food, that made the Tortoise's mouth water. There was music playing, and when the Vulture realized that—oh, no, I'm late already!—the Tortoise furtively crawled out of the guitar. Well, it was a bit tricky, because of the wings she didn't mind to take off, and because she was all sore, but it had been worth it. She'd made it to the Party in the Sky!

As she wandered around, the music playing on the background (now with a melodious guitar added to the sound) she attempted to take a closer look on the tables, using her wings for support (she might be over clouds but they were very light and she really needed them not to fall) when she encountered with the Heron.

"Tortoise?" She seemed surprised. "What are you doing here? You were not even invited!"

Proudly and cheekyly, the Tortoise pointed to her multicolored wings. "Well, dear Heron, as you can see, I now have wings as well! Of course I'd get invited!"

The Heron didn't know if she believed her, but decided talking with the Tortoise any more was not really worth it, so she just decided to leave and enjoy the Party.

"But this Party in the Sky is really great!" The Tortoise thought to herself. "I also need to taste that delitious food, of course!"

Meanwhile, all the birds were gathering around a little plataform in the center, so they didn't notice the Tortoise sneaking in the food tables.

They were gathering because the Creator was going to give a little speech.

"Lovely creatures", His voice rumbled like a thunder, strong but kind, when the animals reunired around Him. "I throw this Party today as a thank you to all of you. As winged animals, you are all the closer to me in all the Creation, and bless the sky with your colors and the earth with your melodies", he said. "Therefore, I, as your Creator, reward you with this feast. Enjoy!"

As the birds all cheered and moved to the tables, something odd happened.

"Where is all the food?"

"Wait, there was a feast over that table earlier!"

"What happened?"

"Is it possible the Creator is playing a trick on us?"

Amongst the loud and worried chatter, the Heron catched a little sillouette on the corner of her eye. She got closer to see it, and found nobody less than the Tortoise, with a satisfied gaze and crumbs of food in her mouth and in the floor around her. She looked very full.

"You!" The Heron screamed out loud, catching the attention of the other birds, who turned their heads—some, like the Owl, quite literally—to see what was the matter.

"Me?" The Tortoise pointed to herself lazily, sleepy because of all the good food.

"You ate the entire feast!" The Heron accused. "There is almost nothing left!"

All the birds got closer to her, towering over the small Turtle with their long legs, sharp beaks and big wings. Their eyes widened in surprise when they recognized her.

"It's you!"

"But how?"

"Was it for that you asked us for all of those feathers?"

"I cannot believe that!"

The Tortoise, with her belly full and her mind fuzzy with pleasure, tried to push them over, but the animals, furious, each picked their feathers back.

"I'm taking mine! After the favour we'd done to you!"

"If it were to be so selfish, you shouldn't even have asked!"

"I don't mind sharinf feathers, but you've gone too far!"

One by one, the feathers on her wing started getting plucked and yanked out, until her wings were so light and so weak they couldn't beatr her weight anymore, and the Tortoise started to fall.

"Oh, no!" She screamed. "What do I do? What do I do?"

"Use that hard and shiny shell you always brag so much about, you selfish Tortoise!" A bird screamed annoyed from up the clouds.

And said and done, when the Tortoise fell, thankfully not very harmed, her shell had taken most of the fall. She was atordoated ("I was in the Party on the Sky! But what did I do? What have I done? What do I do?"), but eventually got up—a little sore on the legs because of the fall—and walked around.

She soon met a lake, and as she was very vain and loved seeing her own reflection, the Tortoise took a look on her beautiful, beautiful shell that was amazingly—

—Shattered?

When the Tortoise saw her reflection, her usually shiny and polished shell was not shiny and polished anymore. It was divided into millions of little pieces, like dried clay that did not dry properly.

For a moment she did not believe it. "It must be a trembling in the water!" The Tortoise thought, but certainly, the lake was very and perfectly still.

When the Tortoise fell and her shell protected her, its shiny surface shattered and made a pattern like so, and that's why, to this day, all tortoises (*cough cough* nevermind this was kind of mean) have shattered shells

Do you guys know about the myth of why tortoises have a shattered shell