#How The Elephant Got His Trunk

[mediumgayitalian]

Will would like to say, at risk of perjuring himself, that he did not intend to fall asleep.

Like, he wanted to.

And he did.

But it was not his original intent.

His original intent was to stabilize his patients (success), climb out the back window of the infirmary (success), stick the landing (failure is good for growth), meet Nico behind the Big House (success), and shadow travel to his cabin without throwing up (fifty percent is a pass). The secondary intent was to sprawl on his boyfriend’s lap, taking up as much space as possible in his massive, against-camp-regulations bed (how it is possible to be Dionysus’ nepo baby without actually being a child of Dionysus, Will shall never know), turn off his brain, and watch him play video games for a while.

The issue is that Nico is so comfortable.

Yeah, he’s bony. And yeah, sometimes he gets really into the game and forgets that Will is there, elbowing him in the face as he cusses at the screen in what sounds like ancient Latin. And yeah, the sound of a CoD lobby is the opposite of a sleep-conductive environment. However.

However.

While he may spend hours of his week standing on tables, lecturing on healthy eating habits and regular circadian rhythms via sonnet, and enforcing said habits via taser (rip Leo Valdez, you would’ve loved watching Will taser people for stress relief, come back alive soon), Will is what his friends and family call a ‘big fat hypocrite’.

He wouldn’t know healthy habits if they painted themselves bright neon blue (the easiest colour for him to see), stood ten feet tall, dressed in Malvolio’s outfit from Twelfth Night, and roundhouse kicked him in the teeth his mother spent thousands of dollars on (braces suck). He has not slept through the night even once his whole life. Yesterday, his two meals were 1) twizzlers and 2) audacity. He once measured how much liquid he had in his system on any given time and then drank approximately two point seven litres of RedBull to become, by volume, one half percent caffeine. (His heart did indeed stop. But it started back up again when Jason shocked him, so it was fine. Plus, he wrote it all down, so in reality it was science.)

Also, his dumbfuck peers keep getting themselves maimed, and he was informed unfortunately by Chiron that he cannot strike and leave them to suffer. (Accusing him of violating his First Amendment Right To Petition got him nothing but stable duty.) As of ten minutes before Nico picked him up, he was on his thirty-ninth consecutive hour of being awake. Probably. (He’s reasonably certain that climbing a tree on Friday morning and belting himself to the trunk, Katniss Everdeen style, for a quick catnap was not a fever dream, but one can never be too certain.)

Regardless. Point is, Will had cute boys to cuddle and Thoughts to Think. He had no intention of falling asleep.

And, yet.

He wakes up warm — the perfect kind of warm, wherein you feel akin to a soupified caterpillar in a chrysalis — or like a croissant lovingly shaped by the hands of an elderly chef in Paris and baked with care in a regulated oven — or like a wonderfully blubbery elephant seal baking on a slick rock — or like a space rock hurtling through the —

“Morning, Sunshine,” murmurs a very familiar voice. Following the very gentle murmur is a very gentle smooch on the forehead. Will, still mostly asleep, thinks he would sign off his soul without a second thought to ensure it happens again. “Or evening, rather.”

“Has anyone ever offered you their soul?” Will asks, fuzzy and disoriented. He tries and fails to blink the grogginess away, but the world around him stays dark, and the hand in his hair remains where it is, and he is so, so sleepy.

“Not yet,” Nico says. Will can hear the amused smile in his voice. “Why?”

Will yawns. “No reason. Timizzit?”

“Late, tesoro. Past curfew.”

Will groans, knocking his head gently back into Nico’s hold.

Of course his dumb ass slept through the evening. Of course he now has to drag himself awake and walk, in the blistering, nose-numbing frost (it’s sixty degrees, Solace) across camp, dodging feral harpy attacks (Apollo kids have harpy immunity, William), and trudging into his sad, small, lonely bed (gods above you are your father’s son) where he will of course be fully awake by the time he gets there. God really does give his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers. (You’re an atheist, William Andrew.)

“Why me,” he laments, refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap. Perhaps he will simply wither here, warm, satisfied, and more importantly away from little siblings who will not stop squabbling even when their long-suffering older brother looks longingly and pointedly at a bottle of cyanide.

Nico snorts. “Because the gods are punishing you for your crimes.”

“I have committed no crimes! This is unjust! Partisan! I am Hester Prynne and she is me —”

“Your mother is going to hell for teaching you literacy.”

“Defamation and libel!”

“Shut up, Will, gods —”

But he softens the blow of his words by leaning down, hands on either side of Will’s face, and kissing him like he’s trying to breathe him back to life. Or keep him quiet, honestly, but he smells like woodsmoke and citrus and old leather so Will doesn’t really mind. Even if he did, the chapped skin of Nico’s lips serves as a very good distraction, as does the brush of his thumb over Will’s cheekbone and the cool press of his ring against Will’s heated skin.

“Stay over,” he whispers, shifting his lips to Will’s chin, his jaw, his neck. He scratches his teeth lightly against Will’s adam’s apple and his hemoglobin briefly forget how important their job is. “You don’t have a shift tomorrow and everyone at camp owes you, like, twelve favours each.”

“That’s very convincing,” Will mumbles, unsure if he’s referring to Nico’s sound logic or the breath he blows on the shell of Will’s ear, which makes his arrector pili muscles go crazy. (He could make a more convincing case for the logic if all the blood had not abandoned his brain. Alas.)

“I’m a very convincing person.”

He slides a hand under Will’s shirt and his already very weak resolve pulls out a suitcase, packs its things, and abandons its family to pursue a career in competitive shoemaking. Or something. Nico’s hands are very very cold and it feels really really good for some reason and Will is just one man, okay. He may have been named after willpower but that does not mean he possesses any. And Nico is a convincing person. He out-stubborned Death.

“Okay,” he gasps out, arching into the nail Nico scratches over the intensely sensitive skin of his hip, “I’m staying, I’m staying, please take all your wiles and ship them out into the sea in a wine crate ala Danaë and her newborn.”

“…You are such a deeply strange person.”

“And yet you love me so.”

Nico presses his smile to Will’s forehead. “Indeed, I do.”

[sarafinamk]

Fallen Angel (Smiling Critters Space Riders AU Reader Insert) Part 2

Summary: The riders know you're addicted to the red smoke. Certain members thought they could help you during that point of your recovery, but that proves to be more difficult than they anticipated.

(This is the OFFICIAL continuation of Part 1. Please check out the talented @onyxonline for more context. Since this chapter contains a lot of sensitive topics, I will try my hardest to be respectful about this. The next chapter will be a little more light-hearted, I promise.)

TW: Blood, Injury, Near Death, Imprisonment, Trauma, Death mentions, Demon Mentions, Hallucinations, Religious Trauma, Religious Imagery and Symbolism, Religious Cults, Drug Withdrawal, Drug Addiction, Self harm, Accidental Suicide Attempt, Mental Health Issues, Slight cursing

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The next few days after your operation pass in a blur. Everyone has been trying to keep themselves occupied, holding on to what little air of normalcy still hung in the air. None of the riders have been able to fully process what could only be described as the biggest turn of events in their time fighting the war. It’s not the first time a member of the cult has had to undergo treatment. Victims that got converted due to planet invasion and nonconsensual exposure to the red smoke are rescued all the time. It is basic protocol for Space Riders. Sometimes a priest would be rescued. The story of how those members came to be priests varies. Some joined of their own free will, while others fought before the addiction made them lose the will to fight.

But you?

Archangels are infamous for their unwavering loyalty to the Prototype. They are the Prototype’s right-hand man, their council, and their second in command. Archangels eat, sleep, and breathe the Prototype and expect others to do the same. There are only a few known attempts to rescue archangels in history. The stories ended in one of three ways: they go back to the Prototype, (sometimes with a new band of “loyal” followers), they slaughter their rescuers, or they take their own life as a last resort.

Knowing that has made most of the Space Riders tense, Bubba included. The elephant has arguably been the tensest. Not even the sight of you resting in a cell with power mufflers on your wrists is enough to put him slightly at ease. He wasn’t a complete stranger to Aether magic (what others refer to as Divinity powers.) Granted, he only ever got to study this powerful and unique kind of sorcery through the catalogs, a few ancient ruins, and his team’s battles with you. Even then, doubt swarmed him with questions concerning how effective the cell, let alone the power mufflers will be in the long run.

Bubba sighs, pinching the bridge of his trunk as the signs of yet another headache emerge. That was one long argument with the Commander and council he would rather not revisit. Not that there are any that Bubba would like to recall. Dogday, despite all his good intentions, didn’t make it any easier for anyone. The two riders may have convinced the higher-ups, but the elephant knows that this is not the last time they will have this conversation with the Commander and council. The thought of that makes him take a swig from his coffee mug.

Problem number one may have been resolved for now, but now there’s problem number two: your red smoke addiction. With no red smoke to give you, it didn't take long for the symptoms to show up. Your feverish face contorts into a grimace yet again. Bubba glances at the vital charts. Of course, none of the numbers look any better than they did 10 minutes ago. He doesn't know why he hoped for expected anything different. Hopefully, the pain medication will do its job soon.

Bobby rushes back to your bedside with a cold, wet towel placed on your head. It's been a common occurrence with her ever since your operation. The "around the clock" care increased tenfold after the first signs of your red smoke withdrawal emerged. She even has the dark circles and bags under her eyes to prove it. Even when she's running on nothing more than fumes (and a few cups of coffee), she still runs around like she has had a good night's worth of sleep. Bubba can't help but sigh to himself.

The two medics are doing what they can to keep you comfortable and stable, but Bubba knows that the two of them will not be enough to help you right now. Hell, even Catnap's powers, despite helping you settle down and sleep, isn't a miracle cure for stabilizing your vitals in the long run. If Bubba wasn't tied up with diplomatic matters, he would take over more shifts for Bobby so that she could get some rest. Unfortunately, the others don't have the medical training so tasking them with watching over you is out of the question. Bubba insists on taking you to the HQ’s treatment center. Bobby refuses every time the idea is mentioned, insisting that the two of them are able to look after you themselves. That led to a few strong disagreements. Bubba may be miffed but can't say he blames Bobby for being concerned about the possibility of (1) another potential massacre on your end and (2) you being mistreated by those you’ve wronged. Unlike the two riders, however, the people at the center have the resources and training to help you.

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*MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING, PROCEED AHEAD WITH CAUTION*

You don't know how long you've been here. You can't remember. You just remember waking up to bright lights and a figure or two... maybe a few... standing over you. But then you went back into the world of darkness. Did you really wake up or was it one nonsensical dream?

You don't know.

You REALLY don't know.

It doesn't matter right now. All you know is that you're stuck in hell, and this is worse than what you grew up hearing about. Your powers stopped working, so you can’t escape. There was nowhere to run where those… things won’t find you and bring you back to your prison and torture you. Sometimes you can see the faces of your enemies before those things morphed into… something sinister. Your stomach was doing summersaults. There was a pounding in your head and chest that just won't stop. A burning tightness spread from your chest to your throat, leading you to choking and gasping at this point. This fire smoldering inside you just won’t die. All you want right now is to drop to the floor, close your eyes, and sleep. Your heavy, aching limbs beg for it, but no matter how hard you try, your head buzzes in protest.  

All you need is some red smoke. Just a whiff. Hell, just a tiny little sniff. You don't care. You just need it coursing through you right now. It'll make all the agony stop. You keep praying, BEGGING, to the Prototype to forgive you, to save you from this damnation.

Yet he never answers…

Why won't he hear you?

You know you failed him, but you didn't mean to. You would never disobey him. Not after everything he did for you. You did everything right your whole life to show your gratitude and love for him and you still ended up here-

A searing sensation from your wrist pulls you away from your thoughts. You turn it over and you see... red...

It’s so bright...

So beautiful...

And it's spreading to the white decorating your arms. Your fingers, looming above your forearm are also decorated with red. For the first time, you deliberately take in slow, deep breaths. You take in the red now seeping through the white. With shaky fingers, you slowly unwrap the soaking red barrier on your forearm. To your joy, the red spread rapidly from your bare forearm all the way down to your fingertips. Your red-stained fingers brush over your forearm, painting it with more red. At that moment, you smile, knowing your prayers had been answered. It doesn’t have that sweet aroma as usual, but it will once you allow more to spread around you. Without hesitation, you got to work on the other parts of you that were wrapped in white. Thankfully, there were plenty. You've been wrapped up in white for so long. It would look SO MUCH BETTER in red. You will do ANYTHING just to see red.

You also did have to rip out some stubborn black stringy parasites from your torso in the process. Once you managed to get every single one out, though, there was so much more red embracing you in a warm hug. It was just like all the other times. It was like the Prototype was with you again. It burned so much at first, but after some time, a cold wave of euphoria washes over your entire body. You breathe out a sigh of relief because for the first time in a long time, you can’t feel any pain. Now that there's red around you, you can finally sleep peacefully.

Much better...

Darkness begins enveloping your vision, before being dragged back by... screaming and something shattering? It's hard to tell. All you can make out are a pair of red paws being wrapped around you and lowering you to the ground. A red figure pulls you close to it, but you didn’t mind. Everything about the red figure is so warm you just want to snuggle next to it for eternity. You close your eyes, taking in that warmth. It feels so good to sleep again.

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The Space Riders decided to have dinner at Kissy’s Diner. Unfortunately, nothing on the table looks appealing enough to eat. They either stared blankly or picked at their food and drinks mindlessly. No words were exchanged amongst the seven of them, not even one of Kickin’s and/or Hoppy’s stupid jokes to lighten the mood. But what was there to joke about right now? What was there to even talk about?

Picky sighs, noticing one particular member still missing. She wishes she could say she was surprised, but that doesn’t mean a perfectly good meal should go to waste (even if everyone else’s meals have long since gone cold). The pig stands up, exchanges quick goodbyes with the six present members, asks Kissy for take-out boxes for the entire table, and rushes out of the diner. She makes a beeline the one place their missing member could be considering recent events.

It was just supposed to be a quick trip to your cell to deliver dinner for both you and Bobby. If you were going to stay here, you needed some nourishment to help recover. And Bobby, (bless the kind-hearted bear), has been so busy helping you through your withdrawal that she hasn’t had a lot of time to rest let alone take a break. She can’t remember the last time she saw Bobby leave your side for reasons that didn’t include retrieving medication and other things meant for your comfort. Not even Dogday was able to convince her to rest for a while. (Pretty rich coming from HIM if you ask the pig.)

Bobby only left for a few minutes for some water and more medication. Apparently, you were having a hard time breathing. Picky follows Bobby to your cell and when they got there, there you were with scratch marks and aggravated open wounds. Not only were there now bloody bandages laying sprawled on the floor, but you went as far as to rip out your stitches. The pig shudders remembering all that blood on you while you stand there muttering things like, “More red. Not enough. Need more.”

For as long as she lives, Picky doesn’t think she’ll ever forget that scream from Bobby before she ran to catch you. Not even the shattering of glass and ceramics can drown out the bear’s screams and pleas for you to stay awake. Picky remembers rushing for Bubba which ended up with her alerting the entire team. Dogday raced to the cockpit immediately to notify the Commander about the emergency. The others followed Picky down to your cell. When they reached you two, they find Bobby’s trembling hands pressing a bloody rag against your bleeding torso. Poor girl was barely able to keep the rag steady. Bubba, Picky, and Crafty rush to your unconscious figure while Catnap and Kickin gently lead Bobby out the cell. She protested but couldn’t escape the boys’ grasps. All she could do was watch Bubba bark out orders to the other girls, including Hoppy who oddly had been standing frozen in place, staring the whole time. Picky and Hoppy ran to and fro with whatever Bubba demanded while he and Crafty worked together to keep you alive long enough for Dogday to get you to the station.

After 11 minutes, the crew finally made it to the space station. Dogday leads a team of medics to you and… well the rest is history.

*END OF TRIGGERING PASSAGE*

All the riders quickly exited their spacecraft shortly after the medics took you away. None of them wanted to stay on the ship right now. After some time, Bobby said that she was just going to get some “fresh air.” But just as Picky predicted, Bobby is, instead, sitting outside your blood-stained prison cell, curled in on herself with her head buried in her knees.

“Bobby?” Picky settles down next to her, gently placing a hand on the girl’s shoulder. Bobby slowly raises her head. Her muzzle is wet and the cascade of tears soaking into her fur isn’t helping.

“It’s all my fault.” Bobby takes a deep, shaky breath. “I shouldn’t have left (Y/n) alone…”

Picky opens her arms and Bobby leans into the pig’s embrace without a second thought. “No, it’s not your fault. No one could have known this would happen.”

That was met with more shaking, hiccupping, and whimpering as the tears began seeping onto Picky’s sleeve. She didn’t mind at all. The pig just whispers more soothing words and assurances while rubbing circles around the other girl’s back. They stayed like that for who knows how long. (Now Picky wishes they’d invested in a clock for the cells). Eventually, Bobby ran out of tears, but she remains curled up in Picky’s arms. She hasn’t bothered moving from her spot, instead opting to stare at the metal floor. Picky can hear her occasionally let out a heavy sigh. How this girl has not fallen asleep yet despite pulling frequent all-nighters for the last few weeks is beyond the pig.

“You know… It’s not forever,” Picky began gently. “It’s just until they get better. We can always contact the facility about their progress. We can even schedule visits with them.” Picky didn’t miss the way Bobby’s frown deepened nor the way her gaze remained hardened on the cold metal floor. “Hey, they’re going to be okay.”

The only response Picky gets is a brief nod. It seems to be the only thing Bobby has the energy to do right now.

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Quick note - I can't believe this story got this much attention! Thank you everybody for your support. And again, sorry for the confusion yesterday. I didn't meant to post the draft. I was not paying attention to what I was pressing when I was editing. Sometimes I hate writing on mobile phones. 😆

[misstycloud]

Unfortunate Love

Yandere childhood friend x taken GNreader

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Finn took a deep breath, a poor attempt to loosen his nerves. He had all reasons to be nervous, he was finally getting to see his long-time best friend after so many years. While they did speak on the phone and spent hours sending texts back and forth between their devices, it was nothing compared to the real thing. The blonde's felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, reminding him of all those moments in their youth when he was painfully in love with his friend and they had no clue.

Hah, they still don't! (Y/n), his bestie who doesn't know how they make him feel every time they speak. (Y/n) who had no idea of the lovesick gazes he would send them whenever they weren't looking. (Y/n) who was oblivious to his feelings for years, somehow never realising despite it staring them straight in the eyes. (Y/n) who remained clueless to his despair the day they announced their relationship. (Y/n) who never saw him on the floor in his room, covered with snot and ears, desperately crying for them.

Finn dubble checked his phone to make sure he was at the right address, it would be embarrassing to hype himself up only to be met with an old lady in the doorway. Geez, he knew (Y/n) would laugh their ass of if that happened and he'd rather not be ridiculed during their first reunion in so long. He smiled at the thought, god how he loved that laugh.

His friend always complained they hated it, but he found it cute and always reassured there was nothing to be ashamed of, even if they sounded like a 'dying-elephant-choking-on-its-own-trunk-while-having-a-cold-and-birthing-a-new-elephant.'

After just a few seconds after knocking on the wooden frame, the door swung open and he laid eyes on the most important person in his life.

"Oh my god, Finn!" You exclaimed in joy at the sight. "I haven't seen you like this in ages. It's great that you could come, I can't wait to show you everything I've told you about."

He giggled at your enthusiasm, it was always like this, you lifting him up and making him see the beauty in things he would otherwise pay no mind to.

You pulled Finn inside your apartment, excited to exhibit your home to him. "We've gotten a bunch of plants- to make the air in here fresh you know- and even started our own little plantation on the balcony. There are lots up on the roof, too. It's accessible to everyone in the building so we're not the only ones doing this. Oh, and there's a pool you can use! It's awesome for parties."

As the blonde man was getting sucked into your babble, one word in your speech painfully stuck out to him: We. Oh, right. He almost forgot. Your not alone living in this home.

"(Y/n), have you seen the wine? I wanted to bring it out for when- oh!" Finn looked passed you and saw a tall, handsome brunette make his way around the corner and meet eyes with him. "Why didn't you say he arrived already?" He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Trying to make me look bad, are we?" Your boyfriend teased you.

You slapped his arm, "Of course not, just got a bit caught up in the conversation, Eric. And I put the wine in the second box in the fridge, it's behind a bunch of other stuff so it's hard to see."

"Haha, okay, was getting panicky there." Eric stepped forward to properly greet his guest. "Hey, I'm Eric as you probably already know."

"Finn." He responded dryly, but if the other man noticed, he didn't express it. Or perhaps he simply didn't care.

"It's fun to meet one of (Y/n)'s old friends, I know you two go way back." Ushering his partner's childhood friend further inside, he spoke, "I hope the trip wasn't too much of a hassle, wouldn't want this to be of any trouble for you."

Of course it wasn't any trouble, Finn wanted to snap. But he wasn't dumb enough to do that. He understood what would happen if he acted upon his feelings.

“No, there were no issues.”

The three of you sat down in the living room, pouring the liquid evenly and getting the conversation started. Finn found himself multiple times wanting to throw your partner against the wall. It was so unfair. Everything was. Why did Eric get to live with you and he didn't? He knew you way better than your own boyfriend. You two have been together since you were crawling around in diapers. What could possibly beat that?

He was there when you lost your first tooth. He was there when you first learned to ride a bike, when you got that job at the ice cream shop in the plaza, and moved out of your parents house. All the important moments in your life, he had been present. And what the hell has Eric done except watering some plants with you? It was laughable. Anyone could see he was not worthy of being your boyfriend. Finn would do anything for you and he doubted the same could be said for Mr. Gardner.

A part of him was ashamed at the unethical length he was willing to go, but on the other hand those feeling were washed away when he saw you beaming at him. It was all worth it if it was for you.

You and Eric were retelling funny stories of your time in the city while Finn was writhing in envy, glaring slightly in the other man's direction, not that you noticed of course. Dinner rolled around and you served your friend with great eagerness, you have been working on your culinary skills for a while now and it was time to see if the work had payed off. The brunette had endured as your Guinea pig and said it tasted good, but you insisted the true test was giving the food to someone else.

"How is it?"

Finn gasped for added affect, "It's amazing (Y/n)! You're a fantastic chef, this is definitely the best meal I've ever had." He praised, and your ego nearly boosted through the roof.

Your cheeks dusted a light pink. "Haha, well thanks. It's not that good, but I appreciate it."

The blonde man simply smiled in content. The truth was, the dish was in fact not that good. It wasn't bad by any means, however it wouldn't win any award. The past was cooked too long and the sauce had a burnt taste to it. Despite all these factors, it was without a doubt the best meal he ever had. Because it was something you had made for him with your own hands. Even the ingredients were ones you'd grown by yourself. (Partly with your sweetheart's help, but Finn pretended not to know.)

You really were his true love. Which is why it is so sad. He wasn't sure if he could love anyone other than you. After he found out about your relationship status the young man tried to make himself like someone else; not everything works out the way we wish them to and he was therefore forced to live with his unrequited love.

"Actually, there's another reason we wanted you to visit." You joyfully mentioned. "It's pretty important."

Your friend chewed his food and gave you a nod, signaling you to continue your speech. He wondered what is was. It appeared to be a big deal, but he assumed it wasn't anything bad judging from your happy expression, one that was mirroring the brunette's. A dreadful feeling formed in his gut. He didn't like this.

"Well," you started, coyly. "Me and Eric have been dating for a long time now, and we want to take the next step in our lives together."

No, he really didn't like where this was going.

"So, we made the decision to-" you could barely contain your smile, " get married!"

Something in him shattered. Married? You? To someone else. Fuck, he wanted to cry. But that would definitely set you off into a worrying mess, something he'd rather avoid. No, no , no, he thought. It can't be! Although he tried to contain his emotions as best he could, it appeared som e of it slipped passed the mask.

"Hey, you good man?" Eric asked.

This comment attracted your attention, "Huh, are you not feeling well, Finn?" Fretting over his condition only served to worsen the situation, reminding him of what he couldn't have.

In the end he had to excuse himself and lie that he did feel a bit sick, and that he had been for a while but thought he would be fine after a while. You were sad that he had to leave so soon and wished him well. Escorting him to the door, you said to him, "Sad you're not 100% top today."

"Ehehe, yeah...." he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Technically it wasn't a lie, he did want to go and bury himself in a corner, though it was for other reasons entirely.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night here, it's no problem?" Oh how good willed you were, offering up space in your home to stop your friend from having to spend money on a hotel. Normally he'd love to spend the night, this time however, he didn't believe it to be a wise idea for any of you.

"Yeah I'm sure. I'll just get a hotel room not far away and then I'll drive back home tomorrow."

"Okay, maybe we can hangout before you go if you're better tomorrow?" You asked hopefully. "Just you and me like old days."

This made him smile. Just you and him. That sounded good. He agreed to your request and hugged you goodbye for the night. You waved to him from the window when he'd made his way outside and into his car. Watching Finn drive away, you felt a hand sneak itself around your waist.

"Think he'll be alright?" A deep voice sounded from behind you.

"Yes, it'll be all fine. Nothing a goodnight's rest can't fix." You assured. Though, something about your friend's reaction didn't sit right with you. He should be over the moon of your engagement, he seemed nothing like that. If anything, he looked...pained?

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Back in the car, the volume from the speakers were loud enough to burst one's eardrums. But that didn't matter the the driver. No he had a lot more to think about. The blaring music did nothing to ease the pain or distract him, which left him misrable.

Why the hell did you have to get engaged. Couldn't you have been fine as it was. Now, it was more serious than ever. In the beginning, he had actually hoped that you would eventually break up. That wouldn't happen now. Now it was legit. Legal papers and documents and everything. What was next on the list, kids?

Finn heaved a heavy breath, releasing a mix between a gurgle and sob. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he slowed the vehicle to a stop by the deserted road. The darkness kept people from seeing his sorry state; not that there were any out to begin with. Slamming his fist on the dashboard, he yelled his pain.

Why do love hurt so much?

[pixxiies]

pillow talk

pairing ;; chris sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings ;; lowercase intended and pet names , its all fluff:3

word count ;; 671

a/n ;; ANYTHING FOR AN A+ IS AT 81 NOTES!! also this will be a bit short, just wanted to finish the day with a small little fic for u guys 🫶 also my requests are open!! sometimes idk what to write so if u guys want me to write smth ill gladly do it <3

pink: you

orange: chris

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“can you go get me some water baby?” i asked my boyfriend as i turn off the sink from washing my face. “yeah of course.” he answered with a nod. he left the bathroom and went up the stairs to go get a bottle of water for me.

i sighed softly as i opened my skincare bag, grabbing my serum and moisturizer. i twirl the tiny bottle and squeezed the sticky liquid on my cheeks and forehead. i rubbed the serum into my skin gently before i opened the moisturizer. i dipped my pointer finger into the container and spread it onto my face.

once i was finished with my skincare, i left the bathroom and went back into chris’ room. i grabbed the lighter and sparked the vanilla cookie scented candle lit. i smiled gently when the scent immediately began to fill the air. i laid into chris’ bed, my head against his pillow as i waited for him to come back from the kitchen. the candle basically being the only source of light in the room.

soon enough i heard the door open. i turned my head and smiled at chris softly. “alright i got your water.” the brunette boy said as he placed the bottle of water in my hands. “took ya long enough.” i giggle, sitting up and putting a pillow in my lap then clicking open the water bottle. “i was helping matt with something.” he said, laying down on his stomach next to me. i rolled my eyes with a sarcastic nod.

“how was your day with aaliyah?” chris asked while reaching out to hold my hand. “it was alot of fun! we went to gamestop because she wanted to get another twd game since her old cd broke.” i spoke softly, my thumb rubbing his hand. “and then we went to wingstop for lunch, ohh! i also bought you the plushie you wanted.” i continued to ramble about my day. chris’ eyes twinkled and a small smile smeared on his face once i mentioned the plushie. “awh really? is it the bunny one?” he asked me, hugging the pillow underneath him. i nodded as my other hand went down to play around with his loose curls. “mhm! it gets here tomorrow i think.” i claimed.

chris hummed quietly as i started to play with his hair, “you wanna go out for breakfast tomorrow?” he asked me softly, melting into my touch. “always.” i smile as i adjust the way i was laying down. i placed the water bottle on the nightstand and turned back to chris. “can we go to barnes n nobles too? i need to pick up the third book of a good girls guide to murder.” i whispered, noticing chris seemed like he was falling asleep. my arms wrapped around shoulders while his arms circled around my waist. “mhm.” he mumbled quietly as he quickly got comfortable into my touch.

the room stayed quiet for a few more minutes until chris started to yap about something. “did you know baby elephants can’t control their trunks?” he mumbled in a tired tone. i smile softly, “i did know that, did you know that otters hold each other’s hand while they fall asleep so they don’t drift apart?” i asked. i could hear chris let out a small giggle. “they are kinda like us.” he muttered. i snickered quietly. “they are, aren’t they?” i was speaking in a calming voice now since chris was now basically half asleep. he let out a small hum of agreement. “i love you” he whispered, his eyes opening and looking up at me. i couldn’t help but let out a small downward smile. “i love you too c.” i whispered back while i pecked his forehead gently. the brunette boy shut his eyes and he hid his face into my neck. “g’night princess.” he uttered into my skin. “goodnight sweet boy.” i breathed as i rested my chin on the top of his head and shut my eyes.

a/n part 2 ;; this was sm fun to write , goodnight babes <3

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[bogleech]

People really liking my speculative animal wishlists and seem to enjoy that I keep doing vampire versions of non-vampire animals, which is of course because vampire bats are adorable and wonderful. They are adorable and wonderful BECAUSE they are vampires. They are technically completely harmless but there's still a chance they will drink your blood while you're asleep and we as a species hate that SO much it inspires horror and superstition of all sorts. So I think there should be more like that but I already have some that are fish and some that are bugs, so here's just my Top Ten Land Vertebrates That Should Have Vampire Versions:

Tarsier. How great would it be if that thing was also a creeping ghoul. Vampire version would be goth colors. I guess it'd be aesthetically like between a tarsier and an aye-aye actually.

Gecko. I don't know how it would obtain the blood, maybe its tongue would have evolved to have a super sharp tip? Maybe the tip of its little gecko nose would be like a sharp hook?

Tree frog. Same issue as the gecko. I'm gonna say the gecko has a sharp tongue and the frog has a sharp nose. A frog with a beak. Let's also make it see through like a glass frog. Just a ghostly little frog that will cut you.

Kiwi bird, using a needly-fine beak tip and excellent climbing skills, much tinier than the New Zealand one and found on every continent. Then the New Zealand kiwi can still be special. Nature specials can be ike "did you know!? The New Zealand Giant Kiwi is the only kiwi that isn't a sick freak"

Pangolin and this one unlike the rest of these would maybe actually be dangerous, like still pretty large for a blood feeder, if you fall asleep unprotected in vampangolin territory you aren't gonna wake up. I just think pangolins deserve to take a little something back, you know. I guess it might be hard for them to sustain themselves on just blood but maybe these would live where there's a whole lot of big juicy animals for them, like they follow herds of buffalo around.

Flying squirrel and I would put this in my own state of Oregon so like a real Fearsome Critter.

Turtle, because to successfully live like a vampire bat you need to be able to detect a blood source, get to it quickly, drink your fill and get out of there just as quickly, so we'd be talking the fastest and lightest little turtle in the world, a long legged scurrying beetle of a turtle, really long neck with a nasty ass beak. Shell could also be covered in wicked as hell thorns for when a rude host wakes up and tries to be mean to it.

Snake and I would also make it the shortest fattest snake so I guess I'm saying a leech tsuchinoko. Like the vampire bat its fangs would have evolved into two short but sharp little vampire buckteeth. It would be too chubby to coil up the way regular snakes do so instead it would have to roll up the way a pillbug or an armadillo does, into a ball.

Pachyderm with a sharp spur on its trunk. Maybe around pug size, a wrinkly hairy wretched looking micro elephant that would probably live off the blood of things like giraffes and zebras and regular elephants while they sleep. Actually like the pangolin this could probably kill you. Every now and then we could hear about how a big game hunter left his tent open and got completely exsanguinated by an adorable hideous vamphant.

[mikashisus]

DREAM CATCHER — 03. discreet

As you scrolled through social media, liking every cat video on your timeline, you failed to notice someone walking towards you.

It was only when they knocked your baseball cap off your head that you looked up, an insult ready on your lips. You picked up your baseball cap and turned to the person, your scowl immediately turning to a smile at the sight of your best friend.

“Xiao!”

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a tight hug. “I’ve missed you so much. Life is so uninteresting without you and Kuni.”

Your complaining made him huff in amusement, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips as he snaked his arms around your waist. He sighed contentedly into your shoulder, muttering a small “I missed you too” under his breath.

When he pulled away, he took your hat from your hands and placed it back on your head. You sent him a smile and took his suitcase and backpack from him. Slinging his backpack over your shoulder, you began walking towards the entrance.

Xiao grabbed your phone and placed it in your back pocket for you. He grumbled, “I could’ve carried all of that myself.”

“Nonsense,” you shook your head. “How was your flight?”

The flight from Liyue Harbor to Dornman Port was an exceptionally long one. You knew that all too well since you often traveled back and forth between the two places. Your home in Dornman Port was farther up North in Mondstadt, which was quite the inconvenience when it came to traveling to Liyue Harbor or Sumeru City.

However, you liked the peace and quiet the port. Although it was bustling with people, it was much quieter than the main city on the lake. You’d take it over living in the city any day.

Xiao shrugged, sending a quick text to Zhongli that he arrived in Mondstadt safely. “It was okay. A lot of screaming babies.”

Your face scrunched up in disgust as the two of you exited the airport. “Damn, that sucks. Lucky it wasn’t longer than seven hours, though. You would’ve had to deal with them for longer.”

He groaned at the mere thought. He walked ahead of you, scouring the lanes for the car you’ve had since high school. He found it instantly, making a beeline for it.

You jogged ahead to catch up with him. He was one step ahead of your own thought process, as he opened the trunk for you to haul his things into. You did so effortlessly and climbed into your car.

As he buckled his seatbelt, you handed him your phone. He unlocked it (having known your password) and pulled up one of your rock playlists.

“Well, nothing’s changed with us, huh?” You sent him a smile.

He glanced at you. “What do you mean?”

“In our twenties and you’re still my passenger princess.” You smirked as he scoffed and turned away from you.

“Whatever.”

You shrugged and pulled out of the lanes. “What? I’m just stating the facts. You were always my passenger princess in high school too.”

Even now, you could remember how the two of you would always sneak away from your school’s band and go off on your own. Sure, it worried your band directors to see the two of you had gone missing during the trips, but they eventually got used to it.

You would show Xiao around Mondstadt, and he would show you around Liyue whenever your school’s band made the trip to Liyue Harbor. The two of you would spend nights wandering the streets, talking about anything and everything, and buying snacks or walking around inside shops.

You still had the jade elephant keychain he bought you during your senior year— the one you couldn’t afford because your family wasn’t doing so well financially. With his father’s money, he bought it for you, and you promised you’d always keep it with you. Now, it hung from your car keys.

Your favorite memory was when you were in Liyue Harbor during Lantern Rite. Both you and Xiao snuck off again, this time to the outskirts of the harbor. He showed you his handcrafted lantern he made, a proud glint in his eyes as you praised his handiwork.

When the fireworks went off, signaling the new year, you released the lantern into the sky together, and unexpectedly, Xiao kissed you. None of you dared to bring that up afterwards, but you could still remember how soft his lips were, and how gentle his hold was on your chin. And the way his golden eyes sparkled, holding a certain fondness for you and you only.

You took a quick glance at him, admiring him for a quick second as you stopped at a stoplight. Even though he was turned away from you, trying hard not to let you see his face, you could see a small, fond smile on his lips.

He made a hum of disagreement, but you could tell that those memories of the two of you from high school were as important to him as they were for you.

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author’s note: xiao being quite obvious with his crush was not intended but it’s a detail i like. hes trying his best to be discreet but failing miserably. also we love xiao being a passenger princess 🫶

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[talonabraxas]

"Om Gajananaya Namah"

Ganesha ॐ Talon Abraxas

Lord Ganesha is worshipped at the beginning of any auspicious work or puja. He is considered the remover of all kinds of obstacles. And without his blessings, no task can be accomplished. Thus, he is also known as the Vighna Vinashaka. Lord Ganesha's intelligence was glorified all the more when he walked three times around his parents. It was for the competition carried out by his parents, of taking three rounds of the universe, with his brother Kartikeya. Later he explained that his parents Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati symbolise the world to him so he paced around them. In fact, because of Lord Ganesha's wisdom and strong listening power, he was chosen by Veda Vyasa to write Mahabharata. There is one interesting story also attached to it; while he was writing, his stylus or pen broke and in order to continue writing without any interruption he broke his tusk and started writing Mahabharata using the broken tusk. All of us have heard Lord Ganesha’s birth story and how he got an elephant head.

There are 32 Forms of Lord Ganesha

The Ganesha Purana has magnificently articled the 32 forms of Lord Ganesha. Each form has specific powers and features. The first 16 forms of the 32 forms of Ganesha are known as“Shodasa Ganapati” and the rest are known as “Ekavimsathi”. And amongst them, Mahaganapati is most widely worshipped.

1.Bala Ganesha: The first form of the 32 forms of Lord Ganesha. This is the child form known as Bala Ganesha and is believed to represent the fertility of the earth. He is bright golden colour like the rising sun with four hands holding – Mango, Jackfruit, Banana and Sugarcane the produce of the Earth. And in his trunk holds his favourite sweet the modaka.

2.Taruna Ganapati: An adolescent form of Ganesha, shining bright red like the midday sun signifying youthful energy. He is ashtabhuja dhari or with eight hands. In Taruna Ganesha's form, he bestows health, fulfilment, happiness and prosperity. An exuberant form of Lord Ganesha representing one of the elements air or Vayu.

3.Bhakti Ganapati: In this form, Lord Ganesha shines like a Sharad Purnima or Autumn full moon. His kindness and compassion to his devotees reflect in this form that's why he himself is shown as a devotee or in bhakti form. The four arms hold a mango, a banana, a coconut and a sweet or a kheer. He represents the water element. And also helps his worshippers to be in control of their temper, and stay blissful in life.

4.Veera Ganapati: He has been depicted as a "Valiant Warrior” in Veera Ganesha form, with 16 arms flared up holding weapons in each hand. Thus symbolising fearlessness, courage and Valor. Represents Agni or fires element and helps those who worship this form to win over all the challenges in life.

5.Shakti Ganapati: He is portrayed as four-armed or Chathurbhuj Ganpati. One of his consorts GoddessShakti sits on his left side leg. This form is more worshipped among Tantriks. Shakti Ganapati represents the element space or Akash. It is believed worshipping this form enhances concentration and provides success in our goals. This form is regarded as the protector of households and is believed to bring peace and harmony to family life.

6.Dvija Ganapati: This form of Ganesha looks similar to Lord Brahma. He is Four-headed and has four arms. Dvija Ganapati's colour is like a moon. The word “Dvija” means born twice, first when the birth takes place and second at the time of wearing the sacred thread (Janeu which Brahmins wear). That’s why Dvija is used to refer to Brahmins. It is believed that worshipping Ganesha in Dvija form brings goodwill and fame in personal and professional life.

7.Siddhi Ganapati: He is also known as ‘Pingala Ganpati’ because of his shiny golden-yellow colour. This 7th form of 32 forms of Ganesha is believed to have attained Ashta or 8 Maha Siddhis. And he blesses his devotees to succeed in all endeavours in life.

8.Ucchhishta Ganesha: He is blue in complexion and portrayed with six arms. He sits with his consort Goddess Shakti on his left leg. He is worshipped more in the Tantrik form of puja. As per Vedic astrology, he is connected to ‘Krittika Nakshatra’. This form of Ganesha is also believed to strengthen the relationship between life partners.

9.Vighna Ganesha: Vighna Ganapati similar to Lord Vishnu holds Shankha or conch and Chakra or discus, in two of his hands amongst eight arms. He is golden yellow in colour and is associated with Rohini Nakshatra. It is believed that this form is particularly significant to remove all obstacles and negativity from devotees' life.

10.Kshipra Ganapati: In this form, you can see him in red colour with four arms. Amongst other things, he can be seen holding a sprig of Kalpavirksha a wish-fulfilling tree. Also holds a tiny pot of precious jewels, which is considered a symbol of prosperity for his followers. Thus, he is believed to fulfil all the wishes of his worshippers and grant them wisdom and wealth.

11.Heramba Ganapati: This form of Ganpati has been illustrated with a Lion as his vehicle. Heramba Ganesha is a rare form, as he possesses five heads and ten hands. In Sanskrit the ‘Heramba’ implies ‘weakness’ or ‘helplessness’ and ‘Ramba’ means ‘protection.’ Thus, He-Ramba Ganapati is the ‘protector of the weak and the helpless.

12.Lakshmi Ganapati: In this form, Ganesha is seen with his consorts Goddess Siddhi (Achievement) and Goddess Budhi (Wisdom) sitting on his legs. He has 8 arms and is white in colour. Prayers to Lakshmi Ganesha bestows devotees with lots of wealth, intelligence, prosperity and a blissful life.

13.Maha Ganapati: Ganesha is portrayed with three eyes and a crescent moon on his forehead just like Lord Shiva. In this form as well one of his consort can be seen sitting on his left leg. He is red in colour and depicted with ten arms. In one of his hand, he can be seen holding his own broken tusk. Maha Ganapati the 13th form of 32 forms of Lord Ganesha, is one of the important and powerful forms. His sincere devotees achieve success and praise in all their accomplishments.

14.Vijaya Ganapati: This form of Ganesha is four-armed or Chathurbhuj is of red colour and rides his vehicle mushaka or mouse. The mouse size here is big and looks like it is galloping fast with Ganesha on its back. Vijaya Ganapati has four hands and is regarded as the God of achievement and success.

15.Nritya Ganapati: He is the exuberant form of Ganpati, dancing happily under the Kalpavriksha tree. Ntritya Ganapati is four-armed and golden in colour. He represents the happy and delightful form of the Lord Ganesha. It is believed that Nritya Ganapati gives proficiency to his devotees in the artistic field. They gain success and fame, especially the dancers.

16.Urdhva Ganapati: This is again considered a Tantrik form of Ganpati. He is Golden in colour with eight arms and his consort Goddess shakti is sitting on his left leg. Those who worship this form are able to overcome difficulties and enhance their inner strength.

17.Ekakshara Ganapati: ‘Eka’ stands for one and ‘Akshara’ means ‘the letter’. Thus Eka Akshara indicates a single syllable representing the Beejakshara or seed letter called ‘Gam,’ In this form, represents the universal sound, ‘Om.’ He is seen sitting in a Padmasana posture (lotus pose) and is riding Mushaka the mouse. He is red in complexion and like Lord Shiva, he has three eyes and a crescent moon on his crown.

18.Varada Ganapati: He is known to be a boon-giver to his devotees. He has a third eye of wisdom, four arms and a Crescent moon on his crown. His consort Goddess shakti sits on his left side leg. The shakti can be seen holding a lotus and the flag. This Ganapati is red in complexion and is upheld as a symbol of generosity.

19.Tryakshara Ganapati: This form connotes the three-letter word ‘A-U-M’ Om' sound. Tryakshara Ganapati has a golden complexion and there is a third eye on his forehead. Portrayed with four hands and big floppy ears. His worshippers who concentrate on this form attain spiritual knowledge and head to the self-realization journey.

20.Kshipra Prasada Ganapati: In this form, he is seen sitting on the sacred Kusha grass. In his appearance, he is depicted with six arms and a crimson-red complexion. His distinctly big belly in this form represents the Universe. Kshipra Prasada Ganapati is believed to reward his worshipper far more easily.

21.Haridra Ganapati: This form is considered to be made up of turmeric that's how he appears to be bright yellow in colour. He has four hands and in one of his upper hands, he holds a noose and in another an elephant Goad. It is believed that Ganesha holds his devotees close to him with the noose and stimulates them to move ahead with the Goad.

22.Ekadanta Ganapati: Ekadanta means “single-tusked” Lord Ganapati. In this form, he is blue in colour and has a much larger belly symbolising the universe exists inside him. Amongst four of his arms in one hand he holds an axe, which is believed to cut the bond of ignorance.

23.Srishti Ganapati: As the name suggests he is regarded as the creator of the Universe. Portrayed in crimson red colour and has four hands. He rides his vehicle mushaka or mouse. It is believed that Srishti Ganesha help his devotees to attain the power of judgement or discrimination.

24.Uddanda Ganapati: In this form, Lord Ganesha has twelve arms and Goddess Shakti has been shown sitting on his left leg. He is an angry and aggressive form of Ganpati. In this 24th form of 32 forms of Lord Ganesha, he is regarded as the merciless persecutor of evil and upholds Dharma or righteousness.

25.Rinamochana Ganapati: This form of Ganesha enables his devotees to liberate themselves from the Karmic debts of this world. He is white in colour that’s why appears to be a crystal image and has four arms.

26.Dhundhi Ganapati: He can be seen holding rudraksha beads and it is said that Lord Shiva resides in them. This form too shows or empowers the spiritual knowledge of the devotees. It leads them to the path of moksha or liberation. In this appearance, he is portrayed as red in colour and has four hands. The Ratna Kumbha or the pot of jewels, which he holds represents the supreme consciousness leading to the spiritual path.

27.Dvimukha Ganapati: In this form, Lord Ganesha is portrayed with two faces which stands for his ability to look at the inner and outer aspects of the universe. As the one who can see in all directions. He is greenish-blue in colour, with four hands and wears a bright gem-decorated crown on his head. It is said that in this form he bestows protection to his devotees against all evil forces.

28.Trimukha Ganapati: This 28th form of the 32 forms of Lord Ganesha is one of the most revered Ganesha forms. He is three-faced, Sits on a lotus flower and with six hands. Trimukha Ganapati looks after the well-being of the devotees and their families. He is red in complexion, with a pot filled with nectar in his left hand.

29.Simha Ganapati: As a Simha Ganesha, he is portrayed with eight arms and the face of a Lion or Simha. He is believed to boast the fearlessness and core strength of the characteristics in his worshippers. In some places, he is also shown as riding a lion or holding a lion in one of his hands.

30.Yoga Ganapati: In this form, he is in deep meditation with folded knees in a meditation posture. He shines bright like a rising sun. Yoga Ganesha is connected with the base chakra called the Mooladhara chakra. That is why it is believed that worshipping this form brings mental health, physical health, and progress in life.

31.Durga Ganapati: This form of Ganesha has powers similar to Goddess Durga. He has the undefeatable powers to gain victory over evil. He has eight arms and glows like a bar of gold. The worshippers of this form are able to remove all the obstacles and come out victorious in every aspect of life.

32.Sankatahara Ganapati: This is the last of the 32 forms of Ganesha. Sankathara means banishing all the problems of life. In this form, he eliminates all the obstacles and sorrows in the life of his devotees. He can be seen in a radiant red colour with four arms. And his consort Goddess Shakti is sitting on his left leg.

Thus these are the 32 forms of Ganesha as per our Hindu scriptures. Each form has its own specific significance and purpose. As per the devotees' realisation and desire in life, these specific forms of Ganesha can be worshipped. Based on your problems and needs Askganesha can find out the form you need to focus or concentrate on, to accomplish your wishes or demolish all the obstacles in your life.

[swappingbryn]

Wrestler Gets Pinned

Chris wasn’t just a jock, or a jerk, but he was the epitome of a homophobic bastard. He discovered I was gay and mocked me publicly and mercilessly. I never even hit on him, he just saw Grindr on my phone at the gym and made me the object of all his cruelty.

He’d made snide comments in the locker room, even if I was walking out, he’d announce that I was “fagging out on him” if there was anyone else around, and if we were alone he’d show off “see this fag? I bet you’d love a real man to fuck you, you bottom bitch.” I wanted to get revenge on him. I waited for him to arrive one Saturday morning, knowing he’d be there all day, and I sabotaged his car.

I waited until he came out and it wouldn’t start. I walked over and asked if he wanted help, but he was too homophobic to even consider it, “like a sissy like you knows anything about cars.” When he put his head back under the car, I stabbed the needle into his leg. Knowing he was muscular, I used double the standard sedative, and as he passed out, I jabbed the second needle in. As he was out, I got him in my car and dove him to my house, and started the process. I had already got the script uploaded and put the ear buds in and the headset on, and let the programming seep into his mind while the drugs made him pliable.

As he was being reprogrammed, I took the opportunity to examine his body, since he loved to show it off. Let’s just say, his “trunk” rivaled the elephant he saw during his last trip. Too bad it was soon going to be useless, unable to get hard or cum. I also took the time to download some apps to his phone and set up profiles.

By the time he woke up, he was no longer a cocky jock that liked to belittle guys and use women. Now he was a pathetic bottom, his 10” extra thick dick no longer able to get hard. His monthly subscription of Extra Large Magnum condoms now rendered useless, as he couldn’t even jerk anymore. He still remembered his past and what he used to be like and act, but he now had uncontrollable urges. I made him beg to be used, I made him tell me how he needed to be fucked.

I made him take sexy new, degrading pics for all his new account. I then told him I had set up a series of meetings for him and gave him a list of locations and times and told him to run, he couldn’t be late.

I watched as he ran, half naked, his huge, limp dick flopping. He had ten appointments today to suck and be fucked.

@possessionsofhunks

[toulousewayne]

Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 8-17

Bruce:

Bruce didn’t know about (Y/n/Batsis) when she was born. He didn’t know about her until she was older. By the time Batman began his second year, is when Alfred came across a old letter from Bruce’s earlier days. As fate would have it Batman attend a homicide scene with Gordon that same night. A woman had been beaten to death by her boyfriend who was in GCPD custody. In the small apartment in the East End was a small girl.

Bruce felt like he had seen the girl before but before he could speak with her CPS took her away, returning to the cave he opened the case on the woman and his heart dropped. M/n L/n was a woman Bruce grew close with before he left to train and study abroad. Looking into the girl he found out her name was Y/n and she had been in and out of foster care due to her Mother loosing custody of her several times due several causes but she got her back a year ago and seemed to be doing better. But her boyfriend wasn’t, his record was one of the worst Alfred had laid eyes on and now Y/n was without her Mom. “She’s only 8, Alfred—she’s only..” “…I know Master Bruce, what are you thinking?”

Bruce immediately went to find the girl and it felt strange, the girl before him looked so much like the woman he met years ago but she also reminded him of hisself. It wasn’t until several hours of talking did he learn she saw and heard everything, and Bruce hugged her and she cried for her Mom. Alfred and Gordon arrived and talked to Bruce to tell him that the girl’s “father” was not her real father, her Mother didn’t put him on the birth certificate nor did his DNA match.

Bruce nearly fell out his chair in the police station, a passing by cop made a comment about being a Playboy catching up finally. Once it was over Bruce took Y/n with him while he figured out how to help her.

It was hard at first, Y/n went from a shithole apartment in the dirtiest area of the city to a large gothic manor in the outskirts of the said city. She wondered around a lot and for a while she was very quiet. Bruce thought maybe he wasn’t helping her but instead was hurting her. And that’s when she found the piano in his office. She played it beautifully and found peace in this one room. Bruce joined her and it was the ice breaker the two needed. As time went on she learned about his parents—her grandparents and why he became the Dark Knight. She didn’t want Bruce to continue as Batman, she knew it was selfish but she didn’t want to lose anyone else. Bruce made her a pinky promise that he would always come back to her and she’s never be alone in this world even when his time did come.

Y/n was one of few people who knew Bruce could genuinely sing. And she asked him to sing for her while she played the piano and later on other musical instruments. He’d sing for her and only her. And Alfred had hoped this moment between Father and Daughter could stay. Bruce even stayed in a night every once and a while, but then the Circus happened.

Dick:

It was only a few months after Y/n began living with Bruce when the three decided to attend the Traveling Circus. Y/n wanted to see all the animals and pet them. Bruce had to remind her that’s she couldn’t do that, but a friendly elephant used its trunk to pet her head. “Sorry, I hope she didn’t scare you.” A dark hair boy apologized. He smiled and Y/n became even more excited about the elephant. Bruce introduced himself and Y/n and shortly the boy’s father came to fetch him as they were on stage next. The boy waved bye to them and Y/n begged to watch the next act.

No one could predict what was gonna happen. Screams, yells for help and people running from the tent after such a tragedy. Bruce rushed through the crowd to find help, but Y/n saw it all, even though Alfred hoped the girl didn’t, having being put through more trauma. Her gaze never left the sobbing boy several feet in the air. The same boy who let her pet the elephants and fed them moments ago.

Y/n went home with Alfred and Bruce who immediately went to work. Y/n stayed in the office playing the piano. It was only a few days later that the same boy from the circus was brought inside the manor with Bruce.

From complete strangers to now being siblings in only a matter of days. Even though Dick was hurting he didn’t once shut out Y/n,and she didn’t pick at him for his random burst of emotions. She let Dick express whatever he was feeling and she didn’t Judge for it.

The nos 12-year-old acrobat showed his little sister how much he doing routines and acts. And she loved watching him, and he loved listening to her play piano and singing which she didn’t even do in front of Bruce just for her new Big Brother.

The two were thick as thieves playing pranks on Bruce, stealing extra cookies, staying up late in Dick’s room watching horror films. And Dick would get reprimanded for later for showing his kid sister Nightmare on Elm Street. But he didn’t care he loved his sister and she loved him back.

School was hard for her because Y/n was never in school long enough and she struggled. Dick had his own struggles but he always helped her with math.

“Little sis, I helped you with his homework how did you fail it that’s easy.”

“Read the question.”

Jokily,”If Sara had 3 dollars, seven quarters, how fast can Max drive to her?”

“What’s wrong Dickie?”

“How do—this is not aister!”

They two only grew closer as they got older and as Dick became Robin, it now meant that Y/n was worried sick about two people and Alfred had told that if they were hurt and didn’t tell him they would feel the wrath of the Lady of the Manor.

Dick began hanging out with other kids his age, and older and then he was gone from the Manor at chunks of time with the Titans.

Eventually she would meet the original Titans, Donna, Wally, Roy, and Garth. They were all older than her but the loved her because their Best Friend loved her.

She loved hanging out the most with Donna because it was like having a Big Sister, and plus if the boys were annoying she tell Donna who would make them scatter.

Everyone knew that Y/n had a schoolyard crush on Roy, well everyone but Roy of course. The other found it funny, Dick didn’t.

“Hey guys!” Roy shouted energetically.

“Hi Roy.” Wally and Dick muttered while playing Mortal Combat. He turned his gaze to Y/n who had her face in a book.

“Hey Y/n.” He greeted, she looked at him red in the face and smiled before speed walking out the room. Dick now had a scowl on his face as Wally laughed and Roy didn’t know if it was because Wally won or something else.

Wally loved giving her piggyback rides throughout the city with the wind flying through her hair.

But time was a cruel thing, as Dick got bigger so did the rift between him and Bruce. They’re days of small disputes become full on screaming matches.

Dick would go to his room and pack his stuff and leave for the Titans. First, it was only a week, than a month, but this last time they both said horrible things and Y/n saw her brother in rage trash his room and pack up whatever he could take and pack his car.

But this time she knew this wasn’t like before. Now older she pleaded with him to take her with him but he told her he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to drag her into his and Bruce’s fight. Dick hugged the now younger teenage girl before him as he now towered over her, he knew he would turn 18 soon and he would be done with Bruce but not his Peanut.

“Don’t worry kid, I’ll be back. I call you when I get to the Tower.” And with that he spend off.

Y/n began to rebel against her Father’s wishes, she stopped playing music for bit, at least in her usual places, she wouldn’t wait for him in the cave, she would stay up late and ignoring whatever he told her. Soon they had their own disagreements and she would get the same scrunch in her nose that he would have on his face from fighting with Alfred.

“I’d say that went well, Don’t you Master Bruce?”

“…..”

Y/n become last open with her thoughts and she would write down her thoughts, and play guitar a lot in her or sometimes Dick’s room.

She went to spend the weekend with Dick and when she returned with him she unintentionally convinced him to speak with Bruce. Upon her return she found another boy in the cave and this started another fight between the oldest and Batman.

Jason:

Jason’s arrival brought on new experiences for Y/n even though she was close with Dick, Jason lived the manor something Dick didn’t do anymore she got used to being the only kid again. And Jason ever had siblings, so he made it his mission to be the most annoying big/little brother ever.

Jason would constantly pick at his baby sister even though he was only taller by two inches she still found it amusing.

The two bickered the most and it didn’t help that Y/n was the only girl in the house. She found peace with either Donna, Kori or Babs.

Jason would enter her room and leave her door open, would mock her voice, take her books and hide it., read her song lyrics, take her phone and make her chase him for it while teasing her. Don’t get me wrong Jason love his sister.

One day after school two guys were picking with her and Y/n may not fight like a vigilante but she could hold her own. But Jason stepped in. And by the time Alfred and Bruce got calls the two siblings beat up the bullies and were suspended for a week, Bruce had to pay the families to not sue even though he grounded them he was secretly proud that they had each others back.

Bruce even tried to be more present and take them to movies but Jason didn’t like the plot of the film because so much of it wasn’t in the novels and Y/n just wanted to see the changes for herself.

While out shopping with Babs Y/n got Jason his own personal journal and pen set for his to write down his thoughts. She went to his room but he wasn’t their, she went to the cave where Alfred was sobbing and Bruce was stoic. She asked for Jason but was met with her Father silently crying and tell her that he passed away.

Those words hit her but she didn’t believe them, ran to look for his and found a something covered by a plain white sheet. Only moving a few feet she saw the tuff of jet black hair, the partial showing arm with scarred, charred and bloody Robin suit.

Y/n became emotionless, it wasnt until after his black casket was lowered and covered in Earth did it take her to break. It took Babs soothing the young teen to let it out before she could try to process everything.

She’d visit his grave every Sunday with flowers and would talk about her week. She’d tell him especially about new books she read that she thought he’d read.

Sometimes after school she’s visit a cafe Jason took her to just to read or even journal about her experiences.

Once she turned 16 she begged Bruce to get a car, but just any car it was one Jason had always wanted. Seeing has he didn’t make it to 16 dying at 15 she felt like have the car he wanted was a way to keep him alive.

Barbara:

The first Batgirl and daughter of Police Commissioner Gordon. Y/n looked at up to Babs, she met her officially through Dick since he and Barbara had the same classes and they dated briefly off and on when they were younger.

Y/n found Barbara’s transformation into Batgirl to be bad ass, she loved how both Dick and Bruce didn’t approve of her and she still said,”I’ll show you boys.”

Babs was around a lot for Y/n especially once Dick left, she would text him and give him updates on her telling him how he missed a school play or she was doing good in math. She also scolded him for not picking up the phone to call his sister himself.

Even though she trained with Bruce and a bit with a Dick, she originally had no intention of being a vigilante. Barbara took Y/n under her wing too and taught her more advanced skills in technology and hacking that Bruce didn’t even know.

Even when Jason joined Babs was still there though she was getting older and eventually she retired Batgirl.

Shortly before Jason’s death would Barbara come to terms with a life altering experience.

Barbara shut everyone out and became very cold, she was trying to figure out her new way of life after being shot by the Joker. Just as Babs was their for her, Y/n did not let Barbara mop about. She pushed her to keep training,to find a new way to help Batman and other heroes.

A few weeks after the first year anniversary of Jason’s death Babs asked Y/n to come to her Clock tower and that’s when she asked Y/n to take over being Batgirl, she told Y/n that’s she helped her find a new outline on life and she wants Y/n to figure out if this line of work is not really for her.

She was reluctant at first but she was secretly receiving more training from Babs, and eventually Dinah and Helena.

She put those skills to the test when Gotham was under attack and Oracle sent out the new Batgirl. Bruce and Dick weren’t happy but a break out in Blackgate and Arkham would come first

Barbara told Bruce that Y/n was under her guidance and she would oversee her training. Bruce agreed and once he thank his daughter that was how she took on the new Batgirl identity.

She met a kid outside the manor one afternoon.

“Umm hi, why are you outside my house?”

The tween looked up,”Oh cool your the new Batgirl I thought you were taller. Is Batman home?”

She dragged the boy into the foyer and told her dad they have a guest.

*Part 2 coming soon 😘‼️‼️‼️

[therealslimshakespeare]

do have any rosie headcanons? especially erm, ahem, *spicy* ones? (asking for a friend, plz/thanks)

Oh Nonnie, don’t I just! come on into the pillow fort, (don’t forget to bring your friend) and be careful not to crush Meatball’s paws.

Massive amounts of gratitude to my darling friends who contributed so very much found herein, some aspects word for word, and who are always there in my hour of need: @suraemoon @faegoddessog

Well hello hello. Is this a requested description or a love letter? Legit don’t know but here goes…

Cock-versations || Major Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal edition 🥇

nsfw (AF!!) below the cut

General Remarks: let’s just start this off with some entirely accurate blanket statement like- “this is the prettiest cock in the 100th.” Yeah we could get in the weeds and start measuring everyone up to see if The Nazi Prosecutor and Legendary Pilot of 52 missions and the 100th’s beloved Step Dad(dy) Who Stepped tf Up is indeed the biggest, but like, why? Because what we know without that experiment (although Lordy, what an experiment that would be??) is that this man knows how to use what he’s got. And what he’s got is substantial. Must I go on to euphemize the whole “piloting a school bus like a fighter jet?”

Sordid Details: Rosie stands for something else besides shortening that name, ok? This color is like…like Monet specifically invented it for the perfect shade to paint his waterlily and for the gorgeous and graduated pink hues of Major Rosenthal’s cock leading to the impossibly wide mushroom head that’s situated on a very plush pink base that’s almost as wide as it is long and so is in danger of appearing mildly shorter at times? but that’s mostly an optical illusion due to the girth. Yes we said Gale is packing the perfect dildo cock but beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so at a certain point one must ask: for some of us, doesn’t a little individuality almost add to the beauty than subtract? Such is the case with the Rosie Cock, it’s just special enough you could pick it outta a lineup but it also doesn’t look so unforgettable as to be mistaken for an elephant trunk or a betting pencil.

For your endearing consideration: beyond being the prettiest color and the most deliciously sized appendage, this man also takes care in his appearance, those short and curlies are kept nice and trimmed for your ultimate sucking pleasure and the pubes are a little surprise in themselves as, rather like his mustache, they have dark roots but there’s a definite glint of ginger to them when you get them out into the bright sunlight or when the sun is really pouring into the window. So, your assignment is to 1. outdoor sex, romantic picnic or lounge chair by the pool it don’t matter just no fox hunting. 2. Let this man throw the covers off after a night of passion and then you yourself wake up early enough to survey the landscape of him, as it were, i swear the prettiness will take your breath away

A Note on the Wielder of the Weapon: back to the whole piloting a school bus like a fighter jet… He’s packing but he’s not a pummeling packing sorta guy like dear Egan who will bully his receivers into orgasms, or Cleven who will soberly and expertly dish them out like they are communion wafers to be reverently accepted. Rosie, no, see, he’s both generous and also -fun. He’s a dork, he laughs when he shouldn’t and trains in his underwear -but one of those times to laugh is sex!! a little levity never hurt sexy times and some of the most truly romantic sex is fond and giggly while also full of expertise, passion and hours and hours of this man wooing the fuck outta you like you’re not already signed sealed and delivered as his. This is the sorta man to be able to line up y’all’s eyes, noses and lips all while undulating like a damn dolphin at the hips.

Finesse, my friends, finesse.

Twinkle Toes aspect: such a fucking tease and a dork at times, as we’ve mentioned. Also between his crazy eyes and his lawyerly self assurance, this man has terrifying capabilities to turn his virtues into villainous weapons. See: gaslighting. He can make you feel nuts for thinking he’s teasing the fuck outta you when he’s just been sitting here with colleagues. (Honestly? This could get intense but that’s for a darker fic at another time.) But to keep it chill and more in character, let us just say you’ve gotta be ready to be wooed for hours on end, and that’s not for the faint of heart. Neither is being discreetly fingered in front of his prestigious associates at dinner or in the elevator. Because he does that, so subtle and yet so intense. He’s 100% a “feral for no panties under that skirt” kinda guy, all the house chores he so sexily helps out with also means he can hide your underwear like a pro just in time for an outing.

In short: he’s all about sex all the time, but not in the rabbit-like aspect of some of his fellows, doing dishes is a natural form of foreplay for this man, he understands the inner workings of arousal, it’s on his mind all the time but it doesn’t mean he’s doing it all the time, and in fact, this is one of the few men who could put it in you for a few strokes, bent over the hood of his Chrysler after dancing and drinks, only as a means to tease you and then put himself back in his trousers and drive home while you get so desperate you actually start calling him Daddy. -not in the modern weird way (no shade but it stands) but in that 40’s sorta way, (which has layers of its own).

If ya know, then ya know.

One more addendum: once he’s inside you, this man’s face displays every wondrous, anticipatory, contemplative and blissful emotion that is part of the orgasmic journey, he also cums an extraordinary amount, you’ll think he’s done at last and NOPE, here comes another rope of the thick stuff. Which means that after the frantic over-the-edge-first-wave-of-cumming bit, he’ll open his eyes again and smile down at you as he works the rest out in a more measured but very lethal way, if you’ve not cum yet or are about to again, this is when he gets you and it’s made so much worse/better because of all the hot and slick stuff he just deposited 🥰 also…humming

[catsushizz]

Choking on flowers

Summary: Sanji couldn't take you out of his mind, he's going insane and he's gonna do something about it.

Warning: cursing

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!reader

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Sanji took the plate from where Luffy ate and discarded the excess food on the plate, he's not even surprised by how messy the plate and the table looked. "You don't have to do this Y/n-chan" he mumbled, as he watched you clean the plates. You shrugged.

"You know I love doing this, Sanji" He finds it a bit odd, but most importantly he finds you a bit odd, in a special kind of way as he likes to put it that way. "You're so strange sometimes, y/n-chan" his body went rigged, just realizing what he just said. He fumbled with his words trying to find the right thing to say "I'm so sorry, I didn't m-mean it like that-" Saji heard you giggle, and he swore in his life that he never felt more relieved.

"That's okay, Sanji. I do get that a lot but it doesn't matter" Sanji looked down at the dirty plates submerged in the murky water. He was thinking; someone like you doesn't deserve to hear such things especially when he had known you since the majority of the time you've been with the crew.

"I don't think that's a thing you should be okay about." He said under his breath. You smiled and then you averted your gaze to him. "I'm okay with it, but I'll never get used to it but with you and the crew, I learned to accept something that I like but people hate." You looked around then signaled Sanji to come closer. "But I learned to love myself mostly when you're around, Sanji" you whispered into his ears.

The cigarette that was placed between his lips was now on the sink as his mouth went agape. Did he just hear that right? or was he just dreaming, somewhere along those lines he wished it was the latter. You gave him a soft smile and then you mumbled a goodbye as you said you were going to the crows nest.

"Wait-" he stammered but you were already outside, he looked down at the dishes and was surprised that they were already cleaned. He let out a shaky breath as he leaned his weight on the sink, ran his fingers through his blonde hair, and took a moment to pick himself up.

Now Sanji was always so sure of himself whenever it comes to women. Sure, he swoons to every woman he sees but never to the point where you can call it love, because when he loves, he loves hard. The thing about him is that he admires the beauty of the ladies, setting aside those perverted thoughts, he admires how strong-willed they are, but with you, he saw all sorts of things he knew he could never find in any other woman.

Since that talk in the kitchen, he couldn't erase your voice, it was carved in every inch of his brain; it was driving him insane.

He was laying down on his hammock, his eyes on the ceiling his thoughts elsewhere, surely thinking about you and your crazy words that drove him insane, but his blissful thoughts were interrupted by the loud snoring which he was sure would have been produced by an elephant mating but unfortunately, it was just Zoro.

Sanji groaned, covering his ears as best as he could but it only got worst, and he swore it sounded like the elephant was being strangled by its trunks, but despite Zoro's ability to snore louder than a thunderclap he still found himself purely thinking about you.

Having enough of this madness, he folded a handkerchief he took from his pocket and then proceeds to shove it down Zoro's throat, this in turn made the poor sword man choke, barely breathing as he tried to focus on what the hell just happened.

"Who did that? I swear if I find out" Ussop stirred in his sleep, due to Zoro's lack of awareness, he was smacked in return by Ussop. "No one wants to hear your sob story, ass whore. Go back to sleep" Ussop groggily said.

The next morning was a blur to Sanji or maybe it wasn't, he was just too occupied trying to stop his heart from beating so goddamn loud whenever he spots a glimpse of you and that one time when he made Luffy's food too salty but the rubber man didn't even notice a single change at all. He needs to get his priorities straight but it has to start with you.

You were at the crows nest, again. Zoro who was doing his daily dose of exercise tried to listen to you babbling about the occurrence with the shitty cook. Honestly, he didn't get why you were so head over heels in love with him.

"just talk it over with him, you might as well be hogging each other's face by now." He said through grunts, as he was doing scrunches. "I did, Zoro. Now looked where it got me, and stop saying such weird shit!" You flail your hands, not knowing what to do.

He rolled his eyes, "you're paranoid. Did it ever cross your mind that the pervy cook might just as well be head over heels in love with you?" He asked, now wiping his sweat with a clothe he just found laying around.

"No, it did not cross my mind, Zoro. Have you seen him look so tense this whole time!? He was so awkward when I'm around and it honestly freaked me out. Oh god, I've ruined something!"

The swordsman let out a sigh. "You have nothing to worry about, that lovesick fool shoved a towel in my mouth while I was asleep, I couldn't go back to sleep since he had woken me up. Then I hear him mumble your name a few times in his sleep" That made your face burst into colors.

"Why the hell would you tell me that? Isn't it a code between you guys to hide whatever the other is saying!" Not only were you flushed but you got your hopes up which is not as nice as it seems.

Zoro chuckled. "I don't care about those code bullshit, for all I know, he could be gay." He croaked. "Seriously Zoro? Gay? Have you seen what I've seen?" You asked, with a hand on your hip.

He shrugged "Whatever, I'm just saying that, stop looking down on yourself, if he wants to do something about it he'll do something about it, that I'm sure about, and why are you talking to me about these things? When it should have been Robin or Nami, heck even Ussop" he muttered and not meeting your eyes as he was so busy admiring his katana.

"They're too busy, and I know that you're brutally honest with everything, and thank you for listening to me." You honestly said. He hummed not saying another word.

"Where's Luffy, anyways?" You asked, looking down from the crows nest to see the deck. "No idea, probably with chopper or with the shitty cook," he said, now standing to your side.

"Why are you always in a mood?"

"I'm not."

"Are too"

"Just shut up, and go start being weird" Zoro glared at you making you snicker.

Sanji made sure to properly cook this time. He had put his soul to work to this particular dinner, not because of a certain girl, certainly not; he also made a promise to himself that he will speak to you after dinner, and vowed to never make it weird just because he never felt such strong desire to love someone.

The kitchen door opened catching his attention. Nami walked in making him smile. "What do you need Nami-chan?" He asked calmly. Nami was surprised at this, heck he even surprised himself.

Nami shrugged it off and sat on a stool. "Say, I heard you've been having trouble dealing with your feelings?" Nami smiled mischievously, making Sanji uncomfortable, he swears that Nami knows every beef in the ship, sometimes he thinks it's her power.

"Whaaat? Who said that to you?" He asked awkwardly, dragging his word in the process. Nami rolled her eyes. "Oh don't play dense with me, Sanji. I know you, and I can tell if my friend is having trouble with his feelings, especially when it's aimed towards a certain crew." Nami bluntly said.

Sanji sigh. "I just- I don't know what to do with this, Nami-chan. I'm so in love with her, I don't know where to put it, and I'm afraid she's gonna find it weird and disgusting, or I'm just reading her signals wrong, and I could ruin what we have" Sanji solemnly said.

Nami was shocked, to say the least, not expecting something like this to come out of Sanji. She had always thought Sanji can just get over it and confess.

"Oh dear, you are in love!" Nami gushed. Sanji blinked at Nami. "Oh, Sanji. I know for a fact that everything will be alright! Look at it this way, you love her enough to know that you'll do anything for her, but in any case, if she doesn't return your feelings which I know is impossible, you will still keep on loving her because that is what you are, that is who you are, it doesn't mean you'll ruin everything, you're still gonna be friends and I know she'd want that do." Nami proudly said, leaning more into the counter too invested in the lovesick cook's love story.

"I don't think I can bare being rejected by her, but if that is what she wants then I know I have to obliged." The cook sadly said.

Nami frowned "Sanji-kun-" just then Luffy barged in, smelling the meat a mile away. "Meat!" He exclaimed, making himself comfortable in his seat.

"Sanji, meat!" Luffy shouted, saliva drooling down from his mouth. "Have some decency will you!" Nami shouted, slapping him across his head, this of course, didn't affect the young captain instead he kept on chanting meat.

The crew slowly filled the kitchen as they made their way to their seats like always. You came last, catching Sanji's attention, you made eye contact, which Sanji quickly felt obliged to turn away and that made you frown a bit.

The tension was palable, which not only made the whole crew uncomfortable it also made them pay much more attention to than their food which would be gone by now thanks to Luffy who cannot read the room whatsoever.

"I'm gonna go for a smoke, excuse me everyone" Sanji muttered, but loud enough for everybody to hear. Zoro watched him carefully, his gaze following him until he got out, then his gaze averted to you.

Zoro nudged his head to where Sanji just left making your face scrunched. You shook your head but that made Zoro glare at you. It was like having a silent conversation.

You groaned, standing up from your seat; having enough of Zoro's intense glare, give the guy a break, he put too much energy on you both. "Can I have your food, Y/n?" Luffy asked, talking with his mouth full. Before you could even reply he had already grabbed your plate making you wonder just how much he could last long without food.

The wind immediately hit your face along with the salty smell of the ocean once you got outside. To your left Sanji was smoking with his hands relaxing on the balcony. He looked so deep in his thoughts, something you rarely see in him.

"Sanji?" You softly spoke. Sanji perked up by the mention of his name; once he saw you his brain went in a short circuit, his heart pounding as if he felt like a hammer was about to break his rib cage.

"Y/n-chan?" He whispered. You smile walking closely to him, making him nervous than he already is. Sanji avoided your eyes too afraid that if he look at it, it'll do more damage than it already is.

"What's wrong?" You asked, noticing how he avoided your gaze. "Nothing- the room was too suffocating. I needed fresh air." Sanji replied, almost too quickly.

You hummed, nodding your head in understanding. Sanji noticed how you were about to say something but then decided to not say anything, making him wonder if you were about to say the same thing he felt. It was silent for a while, this was too nerve-wracking for the cook.

He pursed his lips, still looking at the vast sea. "Y/n, I think I like you- no I'm certain that I like you, you don't have to say anything about it, but I just need you to know that you're everything a man could ever dream of, and if they don't see you like that then they're fucking blind." He shook his head, then let out a puff of air. "Y/n-" he finally met your eyes and he felt his throat hitch, forgetting about what his about to say.

Teary eyes looking straight at him, and you had this huge smile that was so contagious, he felt like smiling himself, adding the fact that you looked so gorgeous under the ray of the moon. He was so infatuated that the gnawing feeling previously dissipated.

Taking one step, Sanji placed his hand on your cheek. Softly caressing your cheek, admiring every detail of your face that he had longed for, long before he even realized his feelings.

"Oh, Sanji" you softly whisper followed by an airy chuckle. You close your eyes, feeling your heart swell for him.

Lifting his other hand he cupped your cheeks. "You're so beautiful.." he didn't feel the need to ever ask for anything else in the world. Just you and him he's content enough for that.

Having the adrenaline rush through him, he crashed his lips to yours making you stumble a bit but he held your waist firmly, pushing you against his body. It took you a second but you kissed him back with the same eagerness as his, and that made the butterflies burst in Sanji's stomach.

Sanji smiled in the kiss, he felt so happy holding you. Unfortunately, both of you needed air. You broke the kiss, your nose touching his, still smiling at the event that just happened.

"You took my first kiss" You let out an airy laugh making Sanji chuckle.

"And you stole my heart" he smiled softly. Your head was now on his chest as he looked down on you "Which I'm very thankful you took" you laughed again. Oh, how he wished that he could hear that laugh from this day on.

"You're so sappy" you whispered and giggled. "Yeah? Get used to it, princess" You threw your head back laughing, as Sanji was still holding you by the waist, smiling at the sight of you.

You stopped laughing then the silence followed, him staring at you softly, your faces inches from each other. "Hey handsome" you whispered breaking the silence.

"Can I kiss you?"

"You don't have to ask me twice-" He leaned in about to kiss you, but you put a finger on his lips. "Next time, you don't need to ask permission" you teasingly smiled. He grinned, meeting his lips with yours.

[thegreyunderstanding]

Praying Drunk

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.

Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks.

I ought to start with praise, but praise

comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you

about the woman whom I taught, in bed,

this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form

keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes.

Do you? And after love, when I was hungry,

I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled,

Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard

she fell out of the bed. Take care of her.

Next, confession—the dreary part. At night

deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden.

They’re like enormous rats on stilts except,

of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes

them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet.

I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike

out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard

to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use

a hollow point and hit them solidly.

A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause.

Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back

into the trash, and I would feel a little bad

to kill something that wants to live

more savagely than I do, even if

it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing.

Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that

might mean more beautiful and hungry deer.

Who knows?

I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven

home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.

Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave

about to break and sweep across the valley,

and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought,

O let it come and wash the whole world clean.

Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—

whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees,

that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health,

food, air, some laughs, and all the other things

I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do

without. I have confused myself. I’m glad

there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer.

While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept

when I saw one elephant insert his trunk

into another’s ass, pull out a lump,

and whip it back and forth impatiently

to free the goodies hidden in the lump.

I could have let it mean most anything,

but I was stunned again at just how little

we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look!

Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling

schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go

and watch the monkeys in the monkey house.

I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord,

we lurch from metaphor to metaphor,

which is—let it be so—a form of praying.

I’m usually asleep by now—the time

for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed

up late and called the radio and asked

they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed.

I want a lot of money and a woman.

And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know—

a character like Popeye rubs it on

and disappears. Although you see right through him,

he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,

and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes

from his invisible pipe. It makes me think,

sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me

is the poor jerk who wanders out on air

and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees

eternity, and suddenly his shoes

no longer work on nothingness, and down

he goes. As I fall past, remember me.

- Andrew Hudgins

[holylulusworld]

The one that got away (3)

Summary: Your best friend breaks your heart.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, regret, reunion, naughty Dean, implied innocent reader, possessive Dean, groping

A/N: This is a little gift for @elle14-blog1 for her birthday. It’s today, so happy birthday, lovely. And, I decided to turn this story into a mini-series. 😁

Catch up here: The one that got away (2)

The one that got away masterlist

Dinner at the cafeteria wasn’t too bad. You chatted, joked, and effectively avoided talking about the elephant in the room.

Dean tried to approach the topic more than once, but you stopped him from talking about what happened after you admitted your feelings to him.

It’s an unhealed wound, and you don’t want him to rip it open and make it bleed again. Your life is nice. It’s not perfect, but you like your job, and have a nice home.

The only thing you miss is someone who wraps you in his arms and tells you it’s going to be alright when the world gets too much. But you didn’t want Dean to know this.

Every time he brought the past up, you stopped him and tried to make a joke or ask him questions about Sam, his car, or his job.

When it was time to leave, Dean offered you a ride and you agreed to let him drive you home. Today, your colleague drove you to work, and she wasn’t too sad when you told her someone else would give you a lift.

Dean carried your bag, and laptop, acting like a gentleman as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the Impala.

“As pretty as ever,” you say while running your hand over Baby’s hood. “You didn’t lie. I can’t believe she’s still in such good shape.”

“Yeah, still the most beautiful girl,” Dean looks at you, drinking your appearance in. He can’t believe his luck. After years of yearning for his best friend, he finally found you again. “Do you want to go for a ride now?”

“Hold the horses, Winchester. I want to look at her for a little longer,” while you move your fingertips off Baby’s roof, Dean smirks. “A pretty lady wants to be appreciated, not just touched.”

He hums and drops his eyes to your lips. “I worship a lady, sweetheart. If she lets me.” Dean flashes you one of those irresistible smiles only he seems to be able to give a woman. 

“I bet you tell every woman so but,” you gently pat Baby’s trunk, “you only ever stay with Baby. She’s the only girl you’ll keep around for longer than a flirt.”

“What about you?” He steps a little closer to look down at you, still with that stupid smile on his lips. “Are you seeing someone?”

“I told you; I got no time for some guy who doesn’t appreciate me,” you brush his question off. “Maybe one day, I’ll find a nice guy with my time. Until then, I’ll focus on my career and loving myself first.”

“Sweetheart,” his hands shoot toward your waistline to possessively grab you and bring you to his chest. “Be honest with me.” He dips his head to whisper in your ear. “Did you let some douchebag touch you?”

“Dean,” you push against his shoulders, wondering what has gotten into him. “What the fuck! You can’t ask me something like that! How dare you! We haven’t seen each other for years and the first thing you ask me. ”

His eyes darken at your reaction. “Sweetheart,” he purrs and grasps for you again to hide his face in your neck and murmur the pet name. “I want you to be only mine.”

“Dean!” You try to push him off you again. “What has gotten into you?”

“YOU!” He possessively wraps one arm around you to hold you flush to his chest. “The moment I laid eyes on you again I was done for. It took me years to get over you, and the fact that I let you slip through my fingers.”

“You said that you don’t feel the same!”

“I told you what I believed is true. Back then, I was scared of losing my best friend. I didn’t want to fuck our friendship up like I did with all my relationships. You were too important to me.”

“I wasn’t important enough for you to not reject me. If only you told me that you like me too. We could’ve worked things out,” you look away, hurt. “I felt like an idiot when I saw you with some other girl a few days later.”

“Y/N, back then I was a stupid frat boy and didn’t know how to express my feelings or handle them. Please believe me, I never wanted to hurt you. If only I knew I’d lose you when I chicken out and lie about my feelings.”

“You hurt me deeply,” you sniffle. “How could you do this to me if you felt the same? I-I never went on dates after you rejected me because I felt not good enough.”

“What?” His head snaps up so he can meet your eyes. “You never…” There’s a glint in his piercing green eyes when he looks at you now. He hums and moves one hand to the back of your neck to bring your face closer to his. “I’m gonna kiss you now, and later, I’ll kiss your other lips…”

The one that got away (4)

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

any crumbs for tim in the ai verse? or new developments for jason with secret! reader??

hope youre doing well!

When crying was over and Jason had put down hot drinks and something to eat- a trick he'd picked up from Alfred. Your uncle was still reluctant to let you go. Petting your hand and fussing.

"That really is an ugly cat," he said fondly, watching you cradle your beloved orange terror Elmer like a baby.

"It's the inside that counts-"

"He's an asshole to everyone but her," Jason said, kissing the top of your head before taking his own seat on your other side. "And maybe my equally asshole-ish little brother."

"Damian bought his love with treats and compliments," you say fairly, struggling to clear your throat. 'Elmer is very vain."

Your uncle smiled a little. Pointedly not looking at the elephant in the room. He didn't want to talk about your scars or how you got them. He didn't want to talk about your voice. And for that, Jason was grateful.

And more grateful that he'd been able to talk to him before. To warn him. And to tell him what happened when you went home.

"You always did like the misfits," he hummed.

"Oh yeah?" Jason asked, smirking.

"Three-legged baby tigers, Zebras, foxes with an identity crisis... lizards, snakes... no fear. I never saw her meet an animal she didn't like. Or have an Animal not like her... Remember the Elephants when we were taking pictures on the nature preserve?"

"That was fun, the babies just liked to lay in my lap and get head scritches."

"The matriarch practically adopted her because she spent so much time playing with the babies," he explained. "Pulled her out of the road once-"

"By my ponytail with her trunk. She was a sweet old lady. And she liked watermelon."

"So why didn't you work in a zoo?" Jason asked.

You half shrug, "I guess I could have but. I like working with pets. And I can- or at least I could take trips to see other animals."

"We'll find a way to smuggle you out of the country," your uncle snorted. "Laurel won't be paying attention forever. You're not a business she's trying to take over."

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*runs into the room breathless*

Soft hc ledge and peds patient?

*runs back out of the room screaming*

AAUUGGHH GOTTA GET BACK TO WORK, NO ONE SAW ME HERE!

The little toddler was bounced on his mother's lap as he anxiously looked at Legend.

"So I'm going to give him a neb treatment," Legend explained to the mother. "The doctor will write a prescription for this same treatment for your son. You can give this whenever you start to hear his breathing getting worse, okay? I'll show you how to put it together."

As he assembled the pieces for the nebulizer, he saw the toddler watching him warily. The boy was too sick to put up a huge fight, but he was still clearly scared in this environment and by the nebulizer that was being put together in front of him. The nurse crouched down so he could be at eye level with the boy instead of towering over him. "Hey, you remember how I put a sticker on your finger and it made it glow? Wanna see it again?"

The toddler chewed on his finger uncertainly, nodding timidly.

"Watch this," Legend whispered, putting an oxygen sat probe on his own finger first. When it activated and glowed red, he wiggled it in front of the kid. "Cool, right?"

He got a little smile out of the boy as the patient's mother also encouraged the excitement over the little red glow. Legend gently placed a sat probe on one of the boy's little fingers, watching the oxygen saturation reading come up on the monitor alongside the child's pulse. Then he held up the nebulizer, attaching a corrugated tube to the end. "See this little elephant trunk? It's gonna spray mist, like a sprinkler almost! You gotta catch the mist in your mouth."

Legend instructed the boy's mother on albuterol and its purpose and squeezed it into the chamber that nebulized it. When the medicine started to gently puff out of the tubing in a mist, he aimed it towards the child, though keeping a reasonable distance to not overwhelm the kid.

The boy tried to "catch" the mist in his mouth initially before growing distracted and squirming in hi smother's lap. Eventually, after a few reminders and handing the nebulizer over to the mother, the boy managed to get the medicine into his lungs and was breathing better. Legend smiled and winked at the boy, handing discharge papers to the mother and waving as they left.

"Aww, look at you being sweet," Warriors cooed from the nurse's station.

Legend flipped him off as Hyrule laughed.

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It's week 3 of Letters from Watson, and there is an elephant in the room.

We're going to feel the elephant's trunk, but first I want to crawl into the mindset of a contemporary 1887 reader. It's been a long time since I watched the Jeremy Brett versions of Sherlock Holmes, so if my impressions are shaped by that experience, it's in an indirect subconscious way.

Holmes' explanation of how he spotted the courier as a retired sergeant of Marines indicates that he's storing a good deal of trivia about military services in the lumber room of his mind.

Gregson and Lestrade, the best of Scotland Yard, are blessed with the Victorian compliments of being "quick and energetic." Watson, in his rush to order a cab, is also implied to value quickness and energy over whatever thought processes Holmes is about to introduce. When not humored in his rush to be useful, he falls into a sulk.

Gregson is the whitest of whitely white guys, from pale face to flaxen hair. The fact that he's not the slightest bit red-faced suggests both that he rarely sees the sun (well, London fog) and that he doesn't drink. There's very likely a teeny bit of a joke here in calling him Gregson, since Watson would certainly have been aware of the work of Joseph Gelson Gregson, the Baptist preacher and Army chaplain whose mission in the 1860s-70s was to convert British Indian Army soldiers to total abstinence from alcohol. Will our Gregson turn out to be zealous and self-righteous?

If Gregson did not arrive in a cab, and Lestrade did not arrive in a cab, then likely there are some specific sort of tire marks in the mud.

Now, the house at 3 Lauriston Gardens came close to baffling me. Obviously, when I first read the Sherlock Holmes stories as a mid-sized child, I knew only sprawling ranch tract homes, so the description of the 3-story vacant house was just "ooh, creepy!"

That numbering really suggests its an attached rowhouse, though. That would be consistent with development down Brixton Road in the mid-19th century. There are so, so many terraces of identical attached houses in yellowish brick. Here's Google Maps demonstrating 3-story terraced rowhouses on Handforth Road, just off Brixton Road. These are a little too new, dating from the 1890s, so we've got to imagine a Brixton Road area that's still far less developed -- things that look "old" to us weren't there yet.

These remind us that as London built outward, the rowhouses usually did not have two features that Lauriston Gardens has: a front garden and a center hall. The front garden suggests that the intent of the four dwellings composing Lauriston Gardens was to be a little more suburban and bucolic than the typical urban terrace. Its general aura of mud indicates that it has failed at this promise.

But move on down Brixton Road to the 300 block, and here we are with that garden! These are 3 stories, have a yard, have pillars suggested Greek Revival (1850s-60s), and are depressing af.

Maybe it's my years in the Albany-Troy (NY) area speaking, but these are exuding "we are holding onto middle class by our slipping fingernails." I think that is actually the impression Doyle intends to give: Lauriston Gardens was never quite perfectly respectable, even in its heyday, but it was trying.

That center hall still troubles me. A middle-class rowhouse typically has a side hall, which holds the staircase volume. The parlor is then either narrow (one window) or wide (two). Lauriston Gardens is built with a center hall (pointing to a more lavish lifestyle) but only one "reception" room deep. It has "offices" (butler's pantry or whatever) and a kitchen on the main floor, not in the basement.

Something like this, a titch further out Brixton Road, might be a fit if it weren't for the extra wing on the side. I think the dormer floor is a modern addition. These super-plain houses with only the pillared doorways look so grim, especially compared to the more ornamented Victorian styles.

If the reader is meant to feel uneasy at the mismatch between 3 Lauriston Gardens' pretensions and its actuality, we're there! In any case, the carpet has been pulled up (as was common, you took it with you when you moved), the florid older wallpaper is peeling, the fireplace mantle is a faux finish (yep, aspirations above our proper class), and there is a body on the floor.

Our body is wearing a frock coat, which was the formal daytime wear of a gentleman but on its way out of fashion by the 1880s. Broadcloth of the era had a felt-like feel and was known for durability. So our corpse is respectable, practical, probably conservative in habits, and possibly punching a bit above his social class.

And he has a "simious and ape-like appearance," which worries the heck out of me in a modern 2023 sense. Watson, as the late Victorian everyman, refers to common notions of facial bone structure indicating character. Simian is never good; it's an indicator of primitive, uncouth nature. I'm going to hope hard that we are solely being set up to see the dead man as representative of the worst sort of grasping, self-centered, profit-minded, uncouth American. We're definitely supposed to "get" that, as the house is failing at its pretentions, so too is the dead body trying to be something above its class.

I am nervous for next week, and I'm determined not to look ahead. I'm going to sit with my discomfort like a proper serial-reader, so don't spoiler it for me!