#I literally only met him once for a few hours but if anyone hurt him I'd kill everyone in this world and then myself

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Guyssss I'm making an effort to please an (attractive) man and I can feel the feminism in my body ✨️eroding✨️ with each passing dialogue

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(I'm sending this to all ghost writers I can find because I want everybody to see this)

Bestie. You have no idea what you just started.

THIS is my favorite thing ever now.

I couldn't resist writing something!!

Just imagine attending a ball, and this mysterious man shows up with that skull mask?? It's giving phantom of the opera, and I live for it!!!

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Phantom of the Ball

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The large, shining chandeliers almost blinded you, the bright sparkle emitted from them making you keep your head lower. The ball had been dragging on for hours and, as fun as it looked, actually dancing for 4 hours without having anyone to converse with was more a curse than a blessing.

You swore your corset had tightened over the course of the evening and the many alcoholic beverages were doing little to refresh you. Your feet were starting to hurt, not only from dancing but from more than one clumsy man stepping on them, with no chair in sight.

The small crystals embroidered on your skirt had all your attention now as your gloved fingers fiddled with them.

At least it would pass the time faster, you supposed.

Unfortunately, your peace was quickly disturbed when someone ran into you, making you stumble forward. With a scoff on your lips you were swiftly pulled into the dance circle, your head spinning as you were hastily swirled around and passed off to the next man.

There were no pleasantries exchanged as you merely had time to catch your breath, trying to keep up with the pace, before the spiel repeated itself and you were meet with another unfamiliar face.

You were spun around like a dreidl, blinking to stop yourself from becoming too dizzy and falling.

Within the flash of a moment, there was a black wall in front of you. Gasps and murmurs filled the room, and the music slowly died down as all eyes were curiously set on the tall stranger.

He was dressed in the finest silks and velvets, all in black, setting a strong contrast to the creams, beiges, and whites everyone else sported. You craned your neck to take a better look at him, only to be met with an elegant mask, resembling a skull.

He peered down on you in an intimidating manner, sending a, surprisingly, pleasant shiver up your spine. You stared in amazement at the fringe at the bottom of his mask, making up the teeth of the skull.

They were still for now, but you wondered how they'd behave once he'd move. A quick glance around the room made you aware how many couples had taken a few steps back from the dance floor, leaving you and the mysterious man, quite literally, at the center of attention.

"May I?"

He broke the suffocating silence. Despite the roughness of his voice, there was no ill intent to be found towards you, only gentle words.

He held out his hand for you to take, wearing gloves that mimicked skeletal hands made up of various beads, embroidery and pearls.

There was a breath stuck in your throat, you only managed to nod, taking his offered hand. You gasped softly when he pulled you close to him, a firm hand on your waist as he gently cupped your hand in his large one.

He began moving, quite gracefully for someone his size. The music picked back up and, although hesitant, more and more couples joined in on the dance.

You were positively enchanted by this man, watching intently as the fringe at the bottom of his mask moved like a chime in the wind. You managed to make out a pair of mesmerizing brown eyes behind the mask. They made you feel hot and cold at the same time, adding to the exciting feeling in your chest.

He guided you with ease, almost making you float as he twirled you around like a delicate porcelain doll in a music box. Your hand fit into his so perfectly.

You wondered if the soft and rich fabrics he wore felt as pleasant underneath your fingertips as they looked, your hand resting on his shoulder. The outside world started to bleed and fade away as your thoughts were only occupied with him.

There were so many questions and mysteries surrounding the man. It made your heart swell with curiosity.

Before you could inquire more information about your strange suitor, he vanished. His hand slipped from your waist, and although his hand lingered in yours just a moment longer, it was gone in the blink of an eye.

He'd left you alone in the center of the ruckus of obnoxiously large skirts and clacking heels. You turned in every direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of where he went.

The mass made you feel suffocated as they seemed to close in on you. You whipped around like a whirlwind, your eyes flitting over every possible exit.

You managed to see an all too familiar skeleton hand slipping from the doorframe, and determination boiled up inside of you like never before.

You hiked up your many skirts, swiftly ducking under swinging arms and spinning around dancing couples. Your chest was heaving with heavy breaths when you managed to escape, but there was no time to rest.

You continued on, rushing through the door you saw him last. Your skirts rustled, your shoes clacked against the floor, and your breaths were labored as you ran down the long and empty hallway, keeping an eye out for the mysterious skeleton man.

Maybe you should be scared, running from him and not after him.

But there was something so intoxicating about his presence. His gentle touch, the deep, rough voice that you wanted to soothe with honey. And those intriguing brown eyes that held more secrets for you to uncover.

He was like an opioid, making you addicted after the first taste, to have you coming back until the end of time.

Your chase brought you to the moonlit courtyard of the estate.

You leaned forward, hoping to get more air into your lungs.

Damned corset.

Taking a rest on a stone bench, you looked around the blooming courtyard, admiring the many varieties of beautiful flowers. It smelled sweet, a tense fragrance having in the air like a heavy fog.

You were burning up from running, but the chilly evening breeze made you shiver. It was eerily quiet, only a few cicadas and crickets singing their songs for the summer.

You listened closely, hoping the stranger had tried to find some peace here.

You perked up when the crunching of grass under heavy footsteps reached your ears. You quickly rose from your seat and rounded the large hedge.

Your breath for caught in your throat when you spotted his broad back, calmly admiring the red roses, it seemed.

Unfortunately, the man had noticed you and made an effort to swiftly disappear into the night.

"Wait!" You reached out your hand, making him stop in his tracks.

"At least tell me your name." You pleaded, carefully stepping closer, as if not to scare away a wild animal.

You saw his shoulders drop slightly before he turned to face you, looming over you once again.

"They call me Ghost." He answered lowly, looking down on you with caution.

"Will I see you again?" You urged, stepping even closer.

His entire presence was pulling you in. You truly had no control.

You could've sworn you saw an amused glint in his eyes.

"I'll come back to you." He sounded sincere and soft as he spoke.

"Do you promise?" Your brows were pulled together as you swallowed, the urge to touch him twitching in your fingertips.

He glanced to the side before expertly plucking one of the deep red roses off the bush. He offered it you, and you gladly took it, being careful of any thorns.

"I promise." He said softly, brushing a lock of hair out of your face.

In an unexpected move, he gently took your unoccupied hand and slipped off your glove, making you gasp.

He proceeded to gently take your hand and guide it under his mask, the pearly fringe brushing your skin as he pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. Your face was burning up, your heart pounding inside your ribcage.

He slipped his hand from yours again, making yours twitch in an attempt to keep his touch. He chuckled deeply, a fondness in his eyes you would never expect from someone like him.

You swallowed thickly as you glanced down towards the rose he'd gifted you. The aroma was strong. It made your head spin.

When you looked up again, though, he was gone, only the dark sky adorned by twinkling stars staring back at you.

Like a phantom, he disappeared into the night, only leaving you clutching your glove, the flower in the other hand, and a promise you hoped he'd keep.

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I am in love with this!!! Tootin' my own horn, I know...

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[mybelovedwoo]

i'm glad i have you with me

bff!san x f!reader

fluff, comfort, childhood best friends to lovers (slow burn) / wc:1.3k

warnings: cheating, crying, swear words, cuddling

note: so tell me how you liked this one. i am a bit nervous because this is my first non-wooyoung fic, but i really enjoyed writing it. please stay tuned in the future for other members' fics too. if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

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Sitting on a couch at a house party all alone with people you don't know, there's literally any other place you would rather be. Originally you came with you're boyfriend Seungjun, but you haven't seen him in hours. You weren't much of a party person, but this time you accompanied him, because he begged you for days for it, but now you are starting to regret it honestly.

You take out your phone from your back pocket, but before you open it, you look around once more to see if your boyfriend pops up somewhere, you are out of luck, so after you unlocked it, the first thing you open is your messages. Your fingers linger over Seungjun's name, but it says he's been unavailable for hours, no shit Sherlock, you think. Instead, you scroll down a bit and open the messages for your best friend, San.

You know well that he probably not gonna answer, because it's Saturday night, and he is most definitely out with his friends too. You don't care, you try it anyway, he is your best chance to rescue you out of this hell. "Hey, San." is the first you send, you're not sure what to write him, you don't want to bother him. "What are you doing?" you wait a few minutes, but he's not responding, his phone is probably on mute. "I'm kinda bored, I don't know where Seungjun went. I need your rescue ㅠㅠ." Nothing, no response. You feel really annoyed at this point, but not because San, poor boy did nothing wrong, it is just a bad moment. "You know what I'm gonna look for Seungjun. Don't worry and have fun." You lock your phone and put it back in your back pocket.

You look around the kitchen, then in the yard, but you don't see him anywhere. You are getting kinda worried that maybe he left you there. At last, you walk up the stairs, the hallway is full of kissing couples, who must have only met tonight. The moment you enter one of the rooms, you regret everything you did until now. Your boyfriend was there with another girl you had never seen before, doing things you never expected him to do with anyone except for you. 

You didn't know what to do in the big shock, but you didn't speak up, maybe they didn't even notice you or just didn't care. But you turned around and hurried down the stairs, unable to control your tears. You just needed some fresh air, you had to get out of this place immediately. You crashed out of the entrance of the house and fell down to the stairs. Sitting there you didn't even think, you were already calling San. This is urgent now.

Your phone didn't even ring for two seconds when they already answered it. "Hey Y/N, is everything okay? I'm sorry my phone was on mute I haven't seen your texts. Have you found Seungjun? Wait, are you crying?" You couldn't even speak, though you wanted to tell him everything. "Y/N please say something! What happened? Are you hurt?" You took three big breaths to calm yourself down enough to talk a few words. "He cheated on me. Could you come to pick me up?" You didn't have to say more. "I've already sat in the car the minute I saw your messages, don't worry. I'll be there soon."

He wasn't lying, he got there in record time. You watched as he pulled up with his car to the driveway of the house. When he gets out of the car, is only when you get up from the stairs you've been sitting on. San rushed towards you at a high speed, so you didn't have time to move even an inch in his way.

"Where is that dickhead?" He asked with blunt words when he got to you. He seemed really angry, maybe even angrier than you, you had never in your life seen him like this before. You shrugged, implying that you don't know and don't care either. But that was not enough for him. "Is he still inside there?" You started to get a little worried.

"I think so. But please don't make a scene, let's just go home." You pulled him through his forearm when he already started walking to the entrance. "Wait for me in the car, okay? I'll be quick, I'm not gonna do anything he doesn't deserve, I swear." He said to you, while he stroked your face with his right hand. You hesitated, but who are you to tell him what to do, so you went up to his car and sat on the passenger side for like five minutes.

At this point you didn't care much about waiting a little longer, that's what you did all night long. San slammed the door behind himself, and somehow he looked even angrier than before. He got in the car next to you and when he looked at you his expression softened. "What did you do?" You asked him with a sobby voice. "I just showed him where he belonged. Let's just say he went swimming." You look down at his hands and you see it's all bruised up.

He started the engine. "San, I don't wanna go home. What if he comes there?" You didn't know what to do, since he had a key to your apartment. You couldn't bare to see his face once more.

"We're going to my place." He didn't even hesitate. You slept at his place many times now, but not since you started dating Seungjun. San was worried when you found out you are going to different colleges, he was afraid that you wouldn't spend as much time together as you used to. But you thought that was nonsense since you have been best friends since you were very little, you grew up together.

He never liked Seungjun, he always said he didn't deserve you. But he was your first boyfriend, and you were blinded with love, at least that's what you thought. Looking back, you also know that he didn't treat you well, but you don't know that when you're in it.

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Entering San's apartment, all you could think about was that you needed to get some sleep asap. Weariness hit you the moment you got hit by the heat of the comfortable room. You didn't want to bother San with your presence, you don't know what plans he had. 

You've been quite comfortable in here, so you decided to lie down on the couch in the living room. "What are you doing?" Asked San, entering the room with a glass of water in his hand.

"Sleeping. I'm really tired." You mumbled, not able to speak properly.

"You can't sleep here. Go to my room, there is my bed. I'll sleep on the couch." You sat up at his statement. "No, you can't. This is your place." There's no way you letting him sleep out here in the cold living room when he has his own warm bed just a room away. "Let's sleep both in the bed. I think it's big enough for the both of us." You said. It's not like this is the first time you sleep in the same bed, you always fell asleep next to each other when you were little.

"Are you sure?" He hesitated. "We are not so small anymore." The joke made you both laugh, it made his heart clench to see you happy again.

After you took a warm shower, he gave you a big shirt of his and a jogger pant that was definitely too big for you. You got under the cover, San was already there, lying down. He turned off the lamp on the bedside table, which illuminated the whole room until now. 

As soon as it got dark your eyes started watering again, you remember everything that happened today. All of a sudden, you feel a pair of hands slip on your waist. San hugged you tightly from behind. "I got you." He whispered in your ears. He didn't let go of you all night long, you woke up in the same position the next morning.

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[arachnoia]

necklace ʚɞ ˖✧˖°.| miguel o'hara

miguel o'hara x nb! reader

in which the leader of the powerful spider society falls for one of nueva york's most infamous criminals...

warnings- fluff! not proofread/it’s a drabble! reader is assumed to know/ speak spanish

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"He looks so sad..." Gwen remarked. Miles and Hobie nodded as Pavitr crossed his arms, "It doesn't help that his only best friend is a literal A.I!"

"That's true, mate. It’s like he’s deathly allergic to the idea of fun...And people."

The group judged Miguel from a distance, who was eating his lunch silently...and alone.

Lyla popped out of thin air. "Hey! It's not like I can ignore him even if I wanted to." She rolled her eyes and pointed to Miguel, "He needs some romance here. It's actually sad. Yesterday, his screen time was 23 hours that day!"

Miles scoffed, "You would think with allat screen time, that he would jump on a dating website-"

"Excuse me?"

Miles' eyes widened as he noticed a shadow behind him. "N-Nothing!"

"Right...Once you guys are done, we have a mission. So eat quickly and meet in my office."

Pavitr laughed once he and Lyla left, "How would he get bitches if everyone is scared of him!"

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As soon as they finished eating, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, and Hobie were met with a fuming Miguel, throwing different metal parts all over the room in frustration.

"Be careful guys, he isn't happy," Margo said, sucking her teeth, "He was just looking at his monitors and just started throwing stuff!"

Hobie patted her shoulder, "Yea mate, we can tell he's not the jolliest right now."

Lyla appeared in front of them and nervously chuckled, "Heyyy guys!"

Miguel slowly turned around to glare at the four Spiders. "Let's go."

Miles raised his eyebrows, "You didn't even tell us what we're supposed to-"

Miguel grabbed Miles by his suit and fumed, "You don't ask me questions."

He let Miles go, causing him to fall as Miguel grabbed his own forehead and groaned, "You know what, stay here. I'll deal with this myself."

He started walking away as the four Spiders looked at each other, stunned.

……..

You flinched slightly as you heard the alarms go off, the screeching hurting your ears, "Damn those alarms."

You were one of Nueva York's most infamous criminals, never being caught by anyone even though the city was home to the Spider Society. That was probably your biggest flex.

You were currently walking through the rubble of the building you just exploded in order to get some stone you've been wanting. It was pretty and you saw it in an exhibition.

Plus it’s fun to get attention from what you considered your hobby; causing a wreckage of Nueva York.

You started to lean on the side of an alleyway as you played with your gold necklace, having replaced your uniform for a basic white shirt, leather jacket, and your favorite tight jeans.

“Eres una pinche pendeja. You’re a fucking IDIOT, N/n!”

You looked behind you and saw your favorite person to get attention from just a few meters away.

“Miguelito! What a pleasure to see you here!” You smiled, waving at him from afar. You mentally cheered. He didn’t have his uniform (which you have always found so sexy on him) and he had his grey turtleneck, black slacks, and some shoes you gifted him which were some retro Air Jordan 1s in black and white. You may or may not have stolen them.

You tilted your head, sensing his anger from miles away. It was amusing to witness.

“Vente pa’ca, Y/n.”

“Why don’t you make me, Miguel?”

Your teasing made him even more upset and you laughed, running swiftly towards him. You stretched your arms, gave him a hug, and stuffed your face on his chest.

“I love your sexy cologne. It smells so good, baby.”

He pulled away from your strong grip and grabbed the bridge of his nose out of frustration, “No puedo más contigo. Why did you do that?!” He said. You smiled at his upset nature and laughed.

“Babyyy, what happened to ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you’? Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso.” You snickered, having your hands on your hips.

“You can’t stop? Can’t you? You’re acting like a goddamn idiot. One of these days, someone is going to catch you and it’s not going to be me,” he sneered while glaring at you.

You scoffed at him and turned your head, gazing at the destruction you caused from afar.

“Oh fuck. how could the Spider Society take this? Their so precious leader going out with me! Little ol’ me! How embarrassing,” you cried out.

“Oh yeah! Me? Spider-man? Going out with Nueva York’s most wanted? God forbid anyone finds out,” he snarled.

The two of you stared at each other before you started cackling. Even Miguel started to chuckle silently.

“M-My god! Miguel, you’re making me look like a crazy person here!” you laughed.

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “That’s ‘cause you are, N/n.”

It was quite an unexpected pairing with you two being close.

You two met at a nightclub after Lyla and Jess forced him to go in order to “loosen up”, they said.

The whole night, he couldn’t help but stare at you as you danced, in nothing but a short crop top and shorts, making your legs look long and sexy.

After mentally preparing himself, you went up to him, buying him a drink and striking conversation.

He liked that about you and how you were so confident.

You were his polar opposite.

Quite literally, after he found you out and caught you vandalizing one of Nueva York’s most famous buildings other than Spider Society headquarters.

He was a mess for the whole week to say the least.

“You know, it would be better if you joined me in a life of crime.”

You went towards him, caressing his face and gazing at his eyes.

“Just the two of us…Imagine all the fun we can have.”

He smiled as he played with your necklace, “I could think of some ways.”

Your eyes lighted up, “So you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely…Not.”

You pouted at him, “But we make such a great team. In the streets and in the shee-“

He glared at you, “I don’t want to hear you finish that sentence.”

He tilted your head upwards, using his fingers to position your chin. “Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más,” he said as his thumb grazed your lips softly.

“Or what?”

His lips enveloped yours as you began to make out, him pushing you against the wall of a building in the alleyway.

“You don’t want to find out, mi amor.”

You broke from the kiss and gazed up at him. “Who says I don’t wanna find out?”

…….

Miles and Gwen looked at Miguel from across the cafeteria, frightened, “This is kind of scary…”

Pavitr nodded, “It’s like looking at a dog walk with its hind legs.”

“Mate’s smiling while eating. SMILING! The man won’t even LAUGH but he smiles?” Hobie yelps, shaking poor Pavitr as they ravel in Miguel’s unusual behavior.

Miguel then stands up and walks towards the vending mashing in the cafeteria and the group straightens up.

Before he reaches, he stops at their table and glared at them, “What are you guys smiling about?”

Gwen chuckles, “N-Nothing! Hey Miguel, your necklace accessory thing is very-“

“NICE! IT TOTALLY SUITS YOU!” Miles interrupted, smiling ear to ear to get on Miguel’s good side.

“Weirdos..” Miguel muttered as he walked to the vending machine.

While he was pressing the numbers, he couldn’t help but smile a bit and play with his new necklace he had gotten as a gift the day prior.

translations-

Eres una pinche pendeja - You’re a fucking dumbass

Vente pa’ca - Come over here (shortened version of Vente para aća)

No puedo más contigo. - I can’t anymore with you

Y tu ya sabes mi respuesta para eso- And you already know my answer to that

Pero no creas que voy a dejar que me desobedezcas más - But don’t think I’m gonna let you disobey me even more

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[ithebookhoarder]

Stubborn (Joel Miller x F!Reader)

Description: Joel had never met anyone as stubborn as him, until he met you. AKA - you get sick and it's up to Joel to get you to rest for a damn minute.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of illness, Joel fluff XD

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“I swear to God, you are trying to kill yourself, woman.” 

You blinked.

You didn’t even try to respond to Joel, knowing that even trying would cause your sore throat to hurt even more than it already did - and that was saying something. 

As if he could read your mind, Joel growled under his breath, pushing away the toolbox you had been reaching for. 

That morning you had decided, despite the fact that you felt like death warmed up, that you were going to carry on as normal and finish the list of chores you had racked up over the last few weeks. With winter creeping closer by the day, you were keen to fix the window upstairs in the bathroom and stop the draught the rickety frame had been letting in. 

So what you had a cold? It was always the way when the weather turned and you’d managed to push through worse before. However, Joel was clearly of a different mindset.

“I thought I told you to keep your ass in bed today until I got back from patrol?”

“But, Joel - I’m fine -“ you croaked, the pain visible in the way you winced at every syllable. You couldn’t say another word before your throat decided to close entirely, an alarmingly vicious coughing fit silencing you. 

It seemed your aching body was out to betray you. No sooner had the coughs subsided than Joel had his hand pressed to your forehead, a frown pulling on his brow. He didn’t need to tell you you had a fever - you could tell you were burning up yourself. You had just simply been too stubborn to take notice before now. 

“Yeah, you’re fine, my ass,” he grumbled. His concern was all too clear and you suddenly felt even worse as guilt began to creep up on you. He had enough on his plate recently, what with arriving back in Jackson after the disaster you’d faced with Ellie and the failed Fireflies ‘cure’. 

Things had hardly been easy for you, carrying the weight of what had happened at that hospital and the secret the pair of you now shared. Then there was also the fact you had had to start trying to build a life for yourselves - to find your place in this community after spending so long alone out in the world. 

It hadn’t been easy - not by a long shot - and you had always found that keeping busy was the best way to handle feeling overwhelmed or stressed. No wonder you’d worked yourself to the point of exhaustion. If anything, you were more surprised you’d made it this long before things had begun to catch up with you. 

“Where’s Ellie? Thought she was keeping an eye on you?”

“At Tommy’s,” you croaked, struggling to get your breath back. “Maria came by, said some of the others kid were going over to watch a - a - movie -“ 

“That’s it - upstairs, now,” Joel ordered as you started coughing once again. “You look about as bad as you sound and you’re only going to get worse if you don’t get some rest. I know you didn’t sleep a wink last night, all that tossing and turning. At least I now know why.” 

You sighed. You had felt awful last night, unable to get comfortable as your condition got worse with every passing hour. Hell, you’d eventually given up and gone to sit downstairs by the fire, rather than risk waking Joel. He needed all the rest he could get. 

“But-"

“But nothing, sweetheart,” Joel warned, taking matters into his own hands - literally.  

No sooner had you opened your mouth to protest than Joel had stepped forward and scooped you up into his arms. 

It was testament to how sick you really were that you didn’t even try to fight. In fact, you simply flopped against him as he carried you back upstairs to your shared bedroom, your face buried deep in to the crook of his neck. 

You inhaled the scent that was so distinctly him, trying to focus on it and not the sudden urge to vomit as the world around you moved. 

“Fuck,” you whined, closing your eyes in the hope it would help. 

Thankfully, though, Joel was quick to manoeuvre you into your bed, laying you down and burying you beneath the covers. He also was quick to fetch you a cup of tea and some of the medicine Maria had provided you with when you’d first arrived. It was some herbal mixture that smelt awful but seemed to work as well as anything you’d previously got at a pharmacy.

“Thank you,” you whimpered, gratitude clear in your eyes as he handed the steaming mug towards you. He watched, the instruction clear on his face as he made sure you began to drink it rather than leaving it until it was cold as you often did. You were easily distracted, always breezing from one place to the next and leaving things in your wake. “I’m sorry… I’m a stubborn pain in your ass.” 

Joel’s laugh was immediate, the irony evident in his smile. “Look who you’re talking to, darlin’. I think we both hit every branch on our way down from the stubborn tree. Takes one to know one, after all.” 

“Touché.” 

“I just want you to take care of yourself, ok? You and Ellie are all I got and I - I can’t lose you. Either of you.” Joel’s voice was light but you could hear the truth beneath it, tugging at your heart strings. You could only be grateful that he then chose to crawl into bed beside you, saving you from having to respond.  

Instead, he arranged you both so that your head was resting against his chest, his fingers able to brush lazily through your hair in an attempt to soothe you. 

Within moments, you could feel yourself steadily succumbing to the overwhelming urge to sleep, relieved in the knowledge that you weren’t alone. That, and the herbal remedy had already began to ease some of your symptoms.  

“I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too,” you whispered, your words slurring together. “Thanks again for taking care of me… I don’t know what I’d do without you, you grumpy old man… You can be a real softie under all that tough exterior…”

“Oh, hush, you, Little Miss Sassy-pants,” he chuckled, the rare sound one of your favourites. “Get some rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

[whumpbug]

whumperless whump event day 16: say goodbye to filters @whumperless-whump-event

half-conscious / delirious / “you would never say that in your right mind…”

see this post for character information!

caretaker: Simon

whumpee: Archie

cw: drug mention in the sense of anesthesia post-op and also mention of vomit but it doesn't happen in the fic (let me know if i should tag anything)

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The woman at the front desk smiled warmly as Simon approached. “Hello dear, how can I help you?”

Simon had his fingers wrapped around the edge of the counter in a white knuckle grip, feeling his breath hitch softly.

“I need to see a patient,” He said quickly.

“Patient’s name?” The woman asked, tapping away at her keyboard.

“Archie-- Archer. Archer Schultz.”

The woman didn’t say anything for a beat, and Simon felt all the breath leave him at once.

“Is he.. he’s fine, right? His work called me. I got here as fast as I could, so he’s okay, right?” He stammered, fingers drumming against the cool tile of the counter.

Simon isn’t even sure why he said it, the words just sort of tumbled out in an anxiety-induced frenzy. He felt like there was a vice around his lungs-- like he couldn’t take in enough air.

He had been in class when Archie’s work called him. Of course, he immediately dropped everything to step out and answer. Simon was Archie’s emergency contact, so the call only really meant one thing. An emergency.

And an emergency it was. 

Apparently, Archie had gone into work that day looking like death, and only lasted about an hour before his co-worker found him on the bathroom floor, covered in vomit, and screaming-- yes, screaming in pain. An ambulance was quickly called, and he was taken to the hospital. That was as far as Simon knew.

And it was killing him.

Usually, whenever Archie was hurt, Simon was right there by his side, doing everything he could to help him. He knew how to take care of Archie like it was breathing. He knew the difference between a “that hurts!” grimace and a “that tickles!” grimace. He knew what flavor of gatorade Archie liked best, and that he was allergic to latex. The fact that such a serious situation happened while Simon wasn’t there to pick up the pieces was sending him into a full-blown panic.

“Ah yes, here he is. He was admitted about an hour ago, yes?”

“Yes.” Simon’s voice came out breathless.

“Well it says here that he was admitted for an emergency appendectomy. But.. hold on a minute.”

Simon quite literally felt like he was going to pass out then and there. He was scrutinizing this poor woman’s face for some kind of information.

“It looks here that the procedure went well! He’s recovering in a post-op room right now, the whole thing only took about half an hour,” She said cheerfully.

The relief that crashed over Simon was dizzying. It almost felt like his knees would buckle then and there, but he steeled himself.

“Can I go see him?” He breathed, drumming his fingers once again.

“Im sorry dear, only immediate family are allowed in post-operative care--”

“I am his family.” Simon’s voice came out harsher than he expected, and he felt a blush creep up on his ears. “I just mean.. I’m his emergency contact. He doesn’t have anyone else nearby.”

The woman adjusted her glasses on her nose and tapped away on her keyboard. “Name?”

“Simon Guevara.”

After a few more clicks, she met Simon with a smile.

“That was my mistake. Your name checks out. He’s in Room 2043 to the left.”

Simon muttered a quick thank you before taking off down the hallway as fast as his legs would take him. His heart was thumping in his chest in time with every step.

Eventually, he stopped in front of the door and took a moment to breathe deeply. He needed to get himself together-- for Archie.

He gently pushed the door open, and his heart clenched at the sigh before him.

Archie was propped up in a hospital bed, tubes sticking out of his arms and he looked adorably out of it, no doubt from all the pain meds they had him on. His hair was an absolute mess-- sticking up in every direction and seemingly defying gravity. 

The most concerning thing, though, were the tear tracks down his face.

“Archie,” Simon breathed, finally closing the distance between them. “I’m here..”

He reached up and cradled Archie’s face, using his other hand to smooth his blond curls.

“S-Simon..” He slurred, before his breath hitched and his face scrunched up and he.. began to bawl. Loudly.

Simon froze. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from Archie flying high as a kite, but this somehow wasn’t it.

“Hey, hey.. shh.. what’s the matter?” Simon murmured, running his thumb over Archie’s cheek. “It’s alright.. I’m right here..”

A nurse walked in with some folded blankets and greeted Simon politely.

“You must be Simon?” She asked, setting the bundle of fabric on the table beside Archie’s bed.

Simon nodded, absent-mindedly threading a hand through Archie’s locks.

“He’s been asking for you since he woke up. He’s a real mess.” She said, amusement lacing her voice. “Hasn’t stopped crying either. He’s not a big fan of hospitals, is he?”

Simon shook his head and turned back to Archie, who was blinking sleepily and jolting every few seconds with barely-contained sobs. His heart shattered into a million pieces.

Once the nurse left, he stepped closer to the bed and pulled Archie to his chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling protectiveness swirl in his chest.

“S’mon..” He hiccupped. “They took my stomach.. I’m.. n’ver gonna eat again!”

This sent Archie into another round of fitful sobs, and Simon into stifled laughter.

“They didn’t take your stomach, Archie. They took your appendix. You don’t need your appendix. You can still eat whatever you want,” He huffed, a smile playing on his lips.

Archie considered this.

“French fries…?” The words came out as a soft whimper.

“Yes, even french fries. I will treat you to all the french fries you want once you’re feeling better.”

This seemed to placate Archie for the time being. He simply nuzzled closer to Simon, clutching at his shirt and burying his face into his stomach. He let out a stuttering sigh and blinked against the drowsiness coursing through his veins.

“You’re so.. nice..” He whispered.

Simon felt his ears heat up as he continued rubbing wide circles on Archie bare back, courtesy of the scratchy hospital gown.

“M’so lucky..” Archie continued, lifting his groggy eyes up to meet Simon’s. “I was sc’red you weren’t gonna come..”

Simon frowned.

“I’ll always come, Archie. No matter what.”

At this, Archie's face crumpled once again and he pushed it back into the fabric of Simon’s sweater.

“L’ve you, Simon..” He mumbled, words muffled by the position.

Simon went beet-red. “..What?”

Archie lifted his face again and sniffled.

“I love you. You’re.. mmhg.. you’re so nice to me..” He slurred, blinking sleepily.

Simon wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. All at once, he realized how deeply he cared about Archie. All the feelings he felt for him were compacted into just one, small word. Simon suddenly understood that he loved Archie too.

But he could say nothing.

“Archie, you’d never say that in your right mind… it’s the drugs talking.”

Archie hummed in disagreement, shaking his head, but it was clear that he had had quite enough of being awake. He stifled a yawn and leaned heavily into Simon’s arms.

Simon gently lowered him back onto the pillows, pulling the blanket up to his chin. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead before settling into the chair next to the bed. He took Archie’s hand in his own.

Now, with only Archie’s soft, even breathing to fill the silence, Simon had a lot of feelings to work through. He sighed.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

[onlyancunin]

Hey guys,

a little update on my situation with my ex if anyone's interested. Gonna be a doozy, but there's just so much in my head right now and I know there might be some worrying about me.

Or maybe I'll just spark a bit of confidence in someone else ✨

You know how you get a pizza, all excited, try it, and it's not good? Like it was fine at first and hey, you were hungry, but with each bite it progressively got worse. Do you stopped after a piece or two or three. And just tossed out the rest.

But it was enough to give you a severe food poisoning. So you spend a good portion of the next however many days throwing up and not being able to meet with friends and family because you're too sick. And you're so frustrated, because the pizza wasn't even that good, and you didn't eat that much, but you're still unable to function??

So yeah, I got severe emotional poisoning from relationship with my ex. But after we broke up I got nowhere to go, and he agreed to continue living together, so that I can move out once I secure money for deposit and whatnot.

Never go for that.

Last Sunday ex threw another jealous fit at me, making me unable to work for another 2 days - and then he was off to holiday with his friends (which couldn't come quick enough, I literally counted hours for him to leave). That left me and severely poisoned, but also gave me opportunity to collect myself and regroup a little away from him.

3 days later I had a new place and just today I got the keys.

Coincidentally my post about him about two months ago sparked a friendship with someone from here (Tumblr is a country okay). She kept me together through all that and let me tell you this was fucking tantalizing. It's surreal how things can change in such a short time. Having her as a friend truly opened my eyes as to what a relationship is NOT, seeing how someone who was just a stranger a few months ago, today cared for me more than he ever did.

I gave myself up for scraps of attention and believed when everyone around was telling me he is "one of the good guys". He came from nice, big family, with stable finances, nice group of friends. A noble job, a paramedic, which always impressed my sorry graphic design/IT developer ass. Like the only thing I'm saving is oceans from existing with the amount of shit that's being produced partly by my designs. So it felt good to be supportive of the good person and finally have a family, since I do not have one of my own.

Which is probably why I took the break-up so badly, even if I initiated it. I felt incredibly guilty for letting everyone around down. Everyone loved him. And I mean everyone. The only thing I ever aired I discussed with people outside of our common friends, and those were the people who told me something doesn't add up. And as I started following my gut feeling (and had a speedrun to breakup by hurting my knee and needing help where my ex completely dropped the ball), he started acting up. Suddenly setting boundaries with his family was me being jealous over him even having one, I just couldn't understand apparently how I'll never be the most important to him. Me asking him to be here for me when I'm having a hard time was met with "You're having a hard time EVERY DAY!".

Essentially I just ruined his family visits, his vacation with my knee injury, his days with my bad moods etc. But he ruined one too many Sundays for me.

So here I am, packing my sh#t and planning what goes where because I know I will be thoroughly exhausted after all things are moved, so I need to plan ahead.

And I still throw up emotionally, sobbing every 10 minutes, I don't even know why anymore. I just cry until I stop and then I continue prepping for move.

It's just a bad pizza.

[nejiverse]

JOINT AT THE HIP

Meguru Bachira

In which I write headcanons about chubby chaser Meg! Chubby! Fem! Reader

cw: catcalling, it’s implied that reader is short, suggestive if you close one eye and squint the other

wc: 700 ish words

He’s never not touching you. As the title suggests, you two are literally joint at the hip…or to put it in better words, he’s joint to your hip cause he’s utterly obsessed with you

Always always compliments you

"You look really cute in that dress, it's making me want to kiss you"

"Will you just marry me already?!"

"You've taken my breath away love!"

"What have I done to deserve such a beautiful girlfriend?!"

And if there's ever a day he doesn't compliment you then you know something’s up with him, which happens very rarely

He's always coming up behind you and literally suffocating you with hugs

Personal space doesn't exist in your relationship because when he's taking a nap, he's either laying on your thighs or his head is nestled comfortably on your chest

He claims that they’re very comfortable and better than the actual pillow

He loves when you put on little fashion shows for him whenever you decide to go on a shopping spree

He'll literally sit on the bed and close his eyes, tapping his hands against his laps impatiently until you finally tell him to open his eyes

You strike a few poses and he'll give you endless rounds of applauses

He just adores the way your outfits define your curvy body in all the right places

He's your biggest supporter fr

It really makes him sad when you talk bad about your body or you're feeling insecure

"You're a dirty liar! None of what you said is true, you're gorgeous"

He would also proceed to stand behind you in-front of the mirror and kiss every single inch of your body.

"I love here...and here"

And once he gets to your stomach, he's littering it with kisses

"And I especially love here!"

Bachira wants to be sandwiched between your thighs all the time

You're against it at first because you don't want to hurt him or anything but he reassures you it's fine

He kisses the inside of your thighs ever so slowly but it's not in a teasing way...he's just on the verge of falling asleep, as Bachira does

He shows you off to his friends everywhere you go and sometimes you feel embarrassed

“This is my girlfriend just incase you didn’t know, she’s so cute isn’t she!”

I mean Isagi is pretty sure he knows with the amount of times he’s said that

If he catches someone staring at you or catcalling you, he gets beyond furious

People seem to underestimate him since his appearance isn’t intimidating but trust he can be scary when he wants to, he’s super overprotective

Exhibit A:

“I think it’s this one here”, you said to Bachira.

In your hand was a small map of the mall you guys we’re currently in. You’ve never been to this mall and it was pretty big.

There was a cute top you saw online and you wanted to get it.

In that moment, you and Bachira heard a wolf whistle coming from beside you two.

You blinked a few times with a raised brow, looking around you to find out who he was whistling at.

“Me?”, you muttered in an undertone, more so to yourself that anyone else.

Bachira’s eye twitched irritably as he glared intensely at the man. His eyes mirrored the same look he had when he was playing soccer except they were sombre and so taut with annoyance.

He needed no words in order to get the man to back off because once their eyes met, a shiver went down his spine and he nervously started to walk away.

You looked up to Bachira with a tilt of your head once you felt his hand at your waist.

“What was that about? You know him?”.

“Who? Sorry I’m not interested in anyone that isn’t you!”, he grabbed your hand in his and swung your intertwined fingers happily.

He always knew how to put you in such a good mood

Masterlist :)

a/n: is it only me but after writing one sentence for a fanfic or whatever i take an hour long tiktok break💀

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

Do you have some bramcraft or steinbramcraft headcanons?

First of all, I am genuinely so sorry that I am answering to this only now! I found your ask late in my ask box, I was extremely busy with school, I was lacking headcanons, had no time to post anything on any platform, etc. I am genuinely super sorry.

Secondly, I'm so glad that you're asking anon!! I do have quite a bunch of headcanons for both ships (more for Bramcraft than for Steinbramcraft but okay) but I wasn't sure if anyone would be interested in them!

This post is only about Bramcraft but I will probably make one about Steinbramcraft too.

I hope you enjoy those headcanons and thank you so so much for your question!

TWs: Losing someone (temporary), slight mentions of injuries

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Bram and Lovecraft met during the medival era by coincidence at night on the shore

Bram had been strolling along the shore after a hunting trip with his vampires and Lovecraft had swam up to the surface for the first time since years for some reason and they spotted each other

Bram got quite spooked when he saw a slightly off looking and very tall person suddenly breaking through the surface of the sea

They eventually started a conversation since Lovecraft asked him what year it was right after they started at each other for quite some time as well as after Lovecraft stretched a bit and also since Bram couldn't resist asking Lovecraft who or what he was

One conversation turned into multiple conversations and eventually they've developed feelings for each other (Bram was a lot more aware of them since he had been a human once and due to this was more familiar with human feelings and behaviors) but it took them literal years until they got together since both are utterly dense and can't handle emotions that well/don't understand them very good

They often spend time together by just sleeping (literally sleeping) together at the most random places

Bram was tall but Lovecraft was still a lot taller than the vampire

Usually they would meet up during the night on the shore but when the weather was bad, Lovecraft would come to Bram's castle where the latter lived with his vampires because Bram didn't really like being outside for long while it was cold and rainy

Lovecraft on the other hand, didn't particularly mind the weather but he wanted his partner to be comfortable

At first Bram called Lovecraft, Lovecraft but after a while he started calling him Howard

Bram is one of the very few persons who actually know Lovecraft's first name and who's allowed to call him by his very first name

Bram has a very thick Irish accent which gets thicker when he's ranting, angry, stressed or very emotional and Lovecraft thinks it's adorable

Bram would always be super careful when they kissed or when they were making-out (which happened kinda rarely) because of his sharp fangs and his long and sharp claws, not wanting to hurt the other

Lovecraft on the other hand was always careful when he hugged or just generally touched Bram because even if Bram was the immortal and feared King of the undead, his body still felt nearly as fragile as the one of a human for Lovecraft and since he was aware of his own immense strength, Lovecraft would always be super careful with Bram

They would spend whole nights talking about deep and heavy topics with each other while Bram sipped blood out of a fancy glass while on other nights they just went to bed and slept for hours

Bram being super sarcastic sometimes and Lovecraft not understanding, causing Bram to laugh it is a thing

When Lovecraft went to the vampire castle the first time without telling Bram about it, the vampires tried to attack him, thinking he was an intruder but Bram who noticed the fuss in the courtyard went outside and stopped them, telling them that this man was a close friend and that had to treat him like a noble guest

He even forbid to even just touch Lovecraft in any way

Since then the vampires treat Lovecraft with a similar respect like how they treat their king

Lovecraft is kind of possessive of what's his (to this counts his home, his "territory" underwater but also Bram) and would kill when someone dared to try to take it away from him so when Bram got kind of badly injured by vampire hunters once he nearly went to burn the whole town down

Them dancing together in the big empty ballroom of the vampire castle but while Bram is leading and dancing incredibly elegantly, seemingly floating across the floor, Lovecraft is clumsily following and often trips because he is still not completely used to his human body, is a thing too

Bram thinks is adorable and amusing

He always tries to hold in his laughter then but often he can't hold back an amused and soft smile

Sometimes they lie together in the sand on the shore or sit on the rooftop of the castle house and watch the night sky

They only exchange some sentences then once a while. Mostly they are just lying or sitting there, enjoying each other's presence

Sometimes they just sat there next to each other but sometimes they would hold hands or Bram would lie his head against Lovecraft's shoulder as he was getting more and more tired

Bram never forced Lovecraft to attend to any formal vampire events and they kept their relationship a secret. Even from Bram's closest relatives

Bram himself would often sneak out of the ballroom during festivities, even though he was the king of the undead and should be attending at whatever celebration was going on, and went down to the shore where Lovecraft was already waiting for him

Large celebrations always tired him endlessly and he preferred to spend the night with his close friend anyways

Bram can't swim at all (like the most people who lived during the medival era) so when Lovecraft once dragged him with him into the water just for the sake of it, he did get scared for a second and screamed out of reflex before his head went underwater despite being immortal, so when they resurfaced again and when he felt that Lovecraft was steadily holding him over the surface, keeping him from drowning he proceeded to yell at Lovecraft after getting the water out of his eyes

Lovecraft didn't even tried to stay serious and burst out laughing

They sometimes sit together in Bram's chamber and read while the fire in the fireplace in crackling and creates an incredibly calm and domestic atmosphere

Bram and Lovecraft both were a bit more energetic and Bram felt more emotions before the invasion happened during which he got sliced in half and got taken away like a trophy

Lovecraft had been sleeping underwater while it happened and after he woke up, swam up to the surface and realized what happened, he did destroy what was left of the town in his sheer rage and pain but it was too late

He did search for Bram for years and when he found him centuries later, he was in the hands of Fukuichi

At first he wanted to save him but soon enough he realized that Fukuichi would most likely use Bram against Lovecraft since Bram was under complete control of him and it be would horrible and most likely hurt Bram even more so Lovecraft couldn't do anything

Despite this, he decided to stay close to Bram and always kept close to wherever Bram and Fukuichi went, waiting for a moment where he could get Bram out of Fukuichis hands

Bram often finds himself thinking or dreaming about Lovecraft

Sometimes he dreams about long, messy black hair, the smell of the sea but which surprisingly it lacked the unpleasant strong smell of fish and the smell of old books like which Lovecraft always smelled for some reason, tired black eyes and cold yet not unpleasantly cold hands as well as about the shore and his castle

Sometimes he thinks about how Lovecraft's hair felt and how his cold lips felt against his but he always quickly snaps himself out of it

On some days he can't even escape him in his sleep.

Bram usually tried to sleep everything off. He can't really do anything besides sleeping or lying awake thinking in that coffin anyways but sometimes Lovecraft also appears in his dreams

Lovecraft has some memories of Bram's real smile or of him smiling sheepishly. He saw it some times when Bram was truly happy or a bit embarrassed.

Seeing Bram smiling was a rare thing because just like Lovecraft, he wasn't smiling very often so it was always a special thing but it also always looked weirdly adorable in Lovecraft's opinion.

When Bram smiled widely, his fangs would poke out and Lovecraft loved seeing him smile. Now he cherishes those memories greatly. They are one of the very few things he has left of the other.

Bram would sometimes play the piano for Lovecraft back in the castle

Bram was the one who thought Lovecraft how to write properly

Bram loved roaming through Lovecraft's long and messy hair with his own hands

Lovecraft loved listening to Bram and loved watching him

He'd be lying if he didn't admire Bram and fell for him even more when he saw him commanding/ruling over his kins, standing on top of the staircase with his long black coat, his long soft white hair and piercing red eyes which seemingly could notice everything

Lovecraft once took care of Bram while he was recovering from an attack of vampire hunters and was even more protective of him during that time

The recommend books to each other

Lovecraft is boiling with rage which is aimed towards Fukuichi and he's wanting the moment where he can free Bram and face Fukuichi to arrive oh so bad

Lovecraft gifted Bram small or a bit bigger treasures which he found underwater and Bram cherished them greatly as well as kept each of them in a box which he protected greatly

To those treasures also counted extremely old books, jewels and other things he found underwater as well and he also gifted him an antique and elegant ring once.

It was the only thing which Bram didn't put in his box. He always kept it on his finger.

Many vampires admired the old ring greatly and wondered from where Bram got such a rare treasure but he never told them.

[depraved-gf]

How fitting that I would write this exactly two months to the day after I went no contact with this boy. Hm.

Well. You all requested the story of the last boy I ever had feelings for. So buckle up. It's worth it to note that I have BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder), so while I do have a Fearful Avoidant attachment style, if I do happen to find that rare attachment, my feelings can get intense and happen very quickly. I don't get to choose it, but sometimes my BPD can also latch onto someone and make them what's called a Favorite Person (FP).

An FP to someone with BPD is like looking up at God. It can be anyone. You see, an FP can do no wrong, even if they do. You attach to them, connection wise, emotionally, spiritually, and they're your every waking thought. It's toxic for both parties. And for someone with BPD, forcing yourself to detach from an FP feels like LITERAL death.

I've only had 2 of them, including this boy. The one before him was my toxic ex of 14 years. Yes... 14 years, I stayed with my last FP. Do you see why an FP can be detrimental?

Anyway. I met this boy online. We'll call him J.

Y'see, I post on occasion to NSFW reddit. I began doing this after my big breakup to see if someone like me could ever be desirable. Again... This was a very long and neglectful relationship. I've posted on and off, but back in late September, I was posting while I was still FtM (Female-to-Male) and transitioning. This matters.

I received a chat request from this guy. I looked at his profile. Really liked what I saw. Saw that he commented often on another FtM's profile, thus making him okay with my transitioning body - a big plus and a nice refuge from the constant misgendering and need for a "female body."

J messaged me kindly enough. He didn't immediately sexualize me. I mean, he did, but it was welcomed and as expected on NSFW reddit. But he was kind about it. Even funny, really.

I initially didn't respond all that much. A couple times every few days, maybe. In a sea of messages, I don't often have a lot of energy to respond. But it wasn't long when I got the message, "so, if we're going to talk [like this], I may as well get to know the person behind the pics, right?" and proceeded to ask about me. My interests. My favorite things. [Note: I wish I still had the account, but I deleted it entirely so I wouldn't continue to hurt myself while looking back at these messages. I only have the meaningful screenshots left.]

So we talked.

A lot. A lot, a lot, a lot. We got to know each other. Sexted. Made personal videos for one another. And went right back to talking normally. All day, everyday. He lived 3 hours away. I learned that he was the 4th of 12 kids, and he learned that I lost my eldest brother to drugs. I learned his favorite color was purple and he learned mine is nature green. We both were heavily abused in past relationships and never knew what it felt like to be loved or cared for. We both gamed, we enjoyed the same hobbies. He ensured to always ask if he was crossing any gender boundaries, asked me what I preferred to be called, always, always was so considerate towards my transition.

We agreed to talk more and become FWBs. But both of us were so shy and fearful of meeting since we'd never met anyone from online before, so we agreed to talk a little longer. J is the most shy, yet arrogant man I've ever met lmao. [Just my type. Shame on me. I love a god complex.]

Days passed. A week. Two. All day, everyday, J and I would talk. And once I started feeling a little dysphoric about being male, he very quickly switched over to using my preferred pronouns and pet names. It was seamless, and something I never experienced before.

He encouraged me to be the best version of myself. I encouraged him to get back into streaming on twitch, his past relationships always making him quit or mocking him for doing it.

We sent face pictures after being shy. We sent voice notes. He made it a game to try guessing my deadname (with my permission), and when I told him he had to guess extremely early-mid 90s names, he sent me more voice notes. [These, I do still have]. "It's Katherine. No? Okay, dammit. I'm going to get this, Isa, mark my words. [The next day, another voice note.] So I was actually thinkin' about it ALL DAY, but I kinda don't wanna say my next guess because it's gonna be kinda awkward if it's right- [second voice message after I encouraged him to say it] -*a smile in his voice* No, Isa, I do not have the voice of a Greek god, leave me alone *laughs* you're just tryna make me all smiley and shit, motherfucker. Okay, so I was thinkin' it's Samantha, 'cause that's a super 90s ass name, right?"

He had told me I had the voice of an angel and I told him he had the voice of a Greek god. [And tumblr, he did. Ohhhh, he did. Just hearing them again to type it out gave me full body chills. Ugh.]

He trusted me when his aunt unalived herself. Vented to me, said he wanted to take time for himself but that he just couldn't stay away from talking to me, explaining that he didn't even trust his best friends with the grisly details of her death because it was so bad.

I'd also occasionally get 3am messages saying he's thinking about me.

Or little things like, "I can't talk to anyone like I talk to you, Isa." Or while he was driving to work, he'd send me sky pictures since he lives in rural [state], knowing I sort of miss the pretty country skies. "It's so pretty out today, nothing compared to you, though." or-

He'd keep sayin' real cutesy shit like that for a FWB. But then, he asked me to send a few songs his way that would generally explain my music taste. This was the kicker - I was raised in a full musicians household. Music is quite literally my life. It's my home. My sanctuary. So when I sent him over my songs, thinking he'd never heard of my shit, he sent back the same shit. And we agreed to go see August Burns Red in early December. Our first meeting was going to be a concert for a band we both loved. [Yes. Ouch, in hindsight. I ended up not going, obviously.]

So the mf made me a whole playlist on Spotify since it's what I use. And I made him one on YouTube premium since it's what he used. And I shit you not, it's just about the same fucking music. Really freaked me out but in the best way.

Then... After more days passed, I had a really, really bad night. Y'see, I suffer from gallbladder issues from my very fluctuating weight throughout my life. I have EDs (eating disorders) - I've been in the 80lb category before, and I've also been up in the 280s. I've not been kind to my body and this is my payment. One night, I had a particularly bad episode. If you've never had a gallbladder attack, imagine the most intense pain you've ever experienced - now, take it and form it into a very sharp, spiky, WAY too small rubber band, and wrap it around your entire abdomen across your sternum and around your back. Deal with that 12/10 pain for a full day, nothing touching it, and then deal with the aftershocks of it for a full week after. [I have doctor phobia. Leave me alone. I manage.]

I had a particularly bad attack, and J was there. We hadn't done much else except talk on reddit and occasionally snap or text and send cute voice notes. But that night, he remembered that I mentioned finding comfort when my ex would play games while I was sick. I love to watch people play games if I'm not the one actually playing for once. It relaxes me. It reminds me of the simpler times when my brother and I would stay up and play Final Fantasy until the early morning hours. J did something I didn't expect, though - on Discord, he offered to call me while he played his game before he had to stream with his friends. We hadn't talked on the phone before this, both of us just far too shy and afraid to fuck it up.

But he did. He called me. And it was awkward, and it was adorable, and so, so endearing. It comforted me through the immense, blinding pain. It didn't seem so bad when I had that voice comforting me in my ears.

He even stayed on a little later and made his friends wait to ensure I was comfortable, before he hung up to stream. And even then, this man had always been so good about texting during his game even when I told him to "focus, dummy!<3." I turned on his stream after that and I fell asleep to his voice. In what was once searing pain, I managed to fall asleep.

But y'see, J wasn't just super sweet. He was possessive. When I posted on reddit, he'd always tell me how jealous he got that I was talking to others, even passively in my comments. Again, a huge turn on for me. He told me I was his. That he'd come show me who I belonged to.

Eventually... We confessed that we had feelings for one another. "You got me actin crazy, I've never given out my number to anyone online, I be thinkin' about you at 4am all the time, workin' to keep you around... I'd say I prolly do [have feelings]."

It got serious after that when he confessed it truthfully without jokes. That one is for me.

Oh, and here's me, in all my flirtatiously awkward glory:

What a surprise, Isa doesn't know how to flirt.

But... Some things didn't add up after a while. He didn't like to snap much, instead opting to remain on reddit. He kept making the time to meet later and later, eventually saying he likely wouldn't be able to come up until late January, and this was mid-October. I expressed my concern on the matter, saying that I understood his hesitation if he wanted to take time, but also that I was admittedly upset after I was the one who already bought our tickets and accommodations and shit. And it seemed to be fine. "Aight listen, you're right, I'm sorry. There really is no reason, I was just scared of fuckin' this up. If my babygirl wants to see me sooner, then imma make it work. ABR [August Burns Red] it is, send me the ticket again." [<- REMEMBER THIS!!!]

Then, we'd get into tiny little spats.... Where he'd then say shit like, "well it's not like we know each other, goddamn." And be immediately cool with ending it.

But then he'd apologize for acting up. "If I'm acting dumb just tell me and I'll act right"

It was small things at first. Then he suddenly started getting distant.

I wouldn't hear from him a whole lot. And so when I communicated and asked him what was up, October 19th, he finally spoke up and said he was angry that I made him feel forced and rushed to come see me.

And y'know what I did?

I apologized. Cried to him. Begged him to stay and that I'd be better. Felt like such a shit person for making him feel forced, even though I went back much later into the messages and saw that I was extremely understanding about his anxiety, and only upset about the plans after he had me buy the tickets/accommodations.

Looking back, it wasn't my responsibility to read through the lines of him retracting back to agreeing to go. And it ended up being a cop out. [I'm getting to this. Just trust me.]

So we talked normally after that. Even sorta flirted like normal, but it was strained. You could tell.

"Makin' me do the lil smiley thing again" he said to our little Mr. Miyagi banter. [An inside thing...]

October 21st, though.

9pm.

"Isa. I wasn't going to tell you this, but you deserve to know.

I learned about a week ago that I got my girlfriend pregnant. And ion wanna keep doin this shit with you if imma make it right. No reason we can't still be friends tho?"

...what- HUH?!

My heart exploded. I couldn't breathe. I tried so hard to physically hold myself together where it felt like my core was going to snap in half. I was dying. Dying. DYING.

He explained that he was planning to break up with her for a while because it began as a drug relationship and they don't really talk since he got clean, but that she's very volatile and he's afraid of what she'd do if he left.

I simply wished him well and went no contact.

I was dying. Dying. DYING.

I watched his streams just to hear his voice one more time. I listened to the voice notes. I needed him. I craved him.

Pleasecomebackpleasecomebackpleasecomeback

I did my own research. Turns out they were engaged.

I was dying. Dying. DYING.

I drank myself to near death. Jameson Black Barrel Whiskey will never taste the same. Countless hours spent venting to my poor roommate. Yelling. Screaming. Feeling hollow. Empty. Dead.

He was my FP, and now he was dead.

...............

About a month later, mid-November, I got a reddit message. "Is it bad that I still come to your page to check on you?"

My response was surface level. I wasn't strong enough not to respond yet. But I did leave him on read after that. "Well, you know I'll always be a fan of you."

Maybe 2 weeks later, I had seen that he was streaming with a camera on this time. I watched him. The way he carries himself, his voice, his mannerisms. I was okay for the most part, but it was bittersweet. Like an old flame.

I saw him look down at his phone, and Bing! My phone went off.

"I see you on stream 👀"

And he got visibly more excited. Animated with the game. More talkative and smiley.

And then I left. I deserved that power play. And I haven't been back.

I deleted my reddit account after that. Didn't want to look back. Didn't want the memories. Started up my backup.

And last night, at 2am, I got a chat request from a familiar name.

And here we are.

I still think about him at least a couple times a day, but it's fleeting. Like looking back at an old flame, like I said before.

I learned that situationship breakups hurt worse than relationship breakups do, because you weren't able to see the bad side of it yet.

But oh, me.

Boys, boys, boys.

Y'all drive me fuckin' crazy.

So, here's to you, J.

[sofias-diary]

Period hasn’t come yet. Only a matter of time now… that’s what’s awful about starting your period at FOURTEEN. Who starts their period that late??? I’m fifteen now though, don’t you worry about that. But my periods are like suuuuuper irregular so I have no idea when it’s going to appear!

I started watching Killing Eve. And I finished the third series of What We Do In The Shadows and can’t watch any more unless I get Disney+ (that’s never going to happen).

I think about Leia a lot. Like, more than friends normally think about their friends. But I don’t think I have a crush on her, right? Because when I had a crush on Christabelle that was SO different. I don’t feel about Leia that way. But it’s definitely a greater feeling than normal friendship. When I first properly met her I thought I had a crush on her but I know now that was just me wanting to be friends with her as I had no other friends at the time. The way Dilpreet mentions that sometimes is actually soul-crushing because every once in a while she’ll say “Hey, remember when you sat on your own all the time?/when you would go to class super early to avoid other people seeing you be totally alone?” as if it wasn’t one of the worst times of my life. Whatever.

I think the reason I like Leia so much is because she’s so perfect and I can’t understand it. She has this way of being so sincere when she tells me she missed me on the few days I was sick, and I could tell she genuinely genuinely meant it. I like that about her because it means I can tell her how much I love her (which is a LOT!). And when we have conversations it’s like when you’ve been sat in a car for hours and you finally step outside and you get that fresh clean air. And when she compliments me or reassures me about something it feels like it’s the middle of summer and the sun is rising and all the flowers have begun to bloom.

I don’t like her boyfriend much. I don’t dislike him. He’s incredibly kind to her and about once a week she’ll tell me something wonderfully sweet he said to her, usually about how he wishes she saw herself how he sees her. I could bet a million pounds I see her in a far better light! And he went to ARMY SCHOOL… and she showed me his six pack… ew… he literally failed his GCSES. Oh, did I mention he’s 17 and she’s my age? And he sent her a dick pic she didn’t ask for. As if anyone would ask for that! He’s an idiot and he’s disrespectful.

Tegan (the girl Leia used to be best friends with) clearly hated him. Why would she do that? She would talk about how much she hated him to her face. I would never do that. I couldn’t hurt her feelings like that! I think Tegan likes Leia a bit. Clearly not a lot though, because she’s always so nasty to her. Maybe she’s just a bit controlling - I know she gets jealous when Leia sits with me and my friends instead of Tegan and her friends. Not that it’s a competition or anything.

I’m never ever mean to Leia! God I sound like such a nice guy. I’m not, I swear. Well I mean I am nice. You know what I mean… When Leia was trying to convince me not to buy her anything for Christmas and I told her I would because she deserved it, I feel like nobody ever really tells her that because she had a real reaction to it. And when she told me about how she went on a bus for the first time I saw how her eyes lit up with wonder! Over a bus! She’s so cute. And once in English, when Emily and Natalija weren’t in (thank GOD) Leia said to me that it was the highlight of her day. How precious is that?!

I think it’s more that I just want to be her best friend. I think.

Should I start adding tags to these? Because I genuinely do not care if people can read them. I just write them when I can’t write in my proper diary.

More later, Sofia xx

[ephemeronidwrites]

How about 7 for Ligeia and 8 for Vrenika?

7: Someone describing a time your OC hurt them

A message painstakingly written on scraps of an old bedsheet, in an empty dungeon cell. It doesn't look like ink.

The air here is damp, and my skin always seems to feel slimy no matter how much I rub at it. Skin against skin, rag against skin, skin against scratchy woolen blankets on the cot at night, worn all but threadbare.

At least I've stopped shivering. I think my body has forgotten how.

I must make my confession to the Dear Lady, or the Maker, or anyone who’s willing to listen, and it’s this: I was already prepared to hate her.

He was always talking about how he wished he had the First Enchanter's ear the way she did, how he couldn't expect her to pay attention to nobodies like him anymore, how he was worried that they would skip over his Harrowing entirely and send her for hers first.

I got sick of hearing about it, so once I asked him whether he loved her better than me. He laughed and said that she was only a little kid sister to him. "And anyway, you're so much sweeter-tempered. The sweetest girl I know," he said, kissing my hand.

That made me feel worse, if anything. It felt like what he was really after all along was a "sweet-tempered" version of her, rather than me.

But it was first time he’d really pointed something out about me that made me special. It was the first time anyone had done that.

So I let it slide and giggled. Sweetly.

She didn’t know—or care—who I was, but I knew that as long as I kept up the act, I could stay special. Knowing that made it easier to be pleasant even when I came face to face with her in the chapel and in the hallways. Even when she never seemed to notice me.

Until one day she had no choice but to take notice, and we were introducing ourselves to one another, and I gritted my teeth under that still-sweet smile. After all, she was there to lend us a hand… or her spells, rather. We needed that, mana from a fully harrowed mage. It wouldn't have done to antagonize her.

Just for a few hours, I told myself, as I my cheeks ached trying to keep that smile from falling, that smile I always put on for the few lost magelets who come to the chapel to pray in their free time, and not just when they’re ushered in during compulsory prayer hours. She's Jowan's sister, she only need be mine for a few hours.

Then we can be on our way, start our new lives and we can both forget that any of this—his Tranquility, my vows, her—ever existed in the first place.

But when I met her gaze, it was like staring into the polished steel visor of a templar helmet and trying to divine what the man inside the armor might be feeling. Her greeting sounded polite enough, but her haughty grey eyes might as well have spoken for themselves. Demanding back at me, who are you? as they reflected back at me a blankness more searing than scorn.

I knew everything about her but she knew nothing of me.

The whole time we were winding our way through the Circle basements, headed towards the phylactery chambers, I expected her to betray us. No, I hoped she would turn on us at any moment, so that Jowan could see with his own eyes what I hadn't had the courage to tell him all along. That we—he—had never needed her in the first place except in the most literal and obvious of ways.

Maker forgive me my vanity... and for my judgment of her. He is already punishing me.

After all, what better punishment than what unfolded next? When the betrayal came, not from her but from the very one—fool I was—that I'd placed all my trust into? When after all of it, she was the one who stepped forward to take the blame?

And then at the last moment, she looked back at me again, and what I recognized in those eyes was no longer hatred for me, if it ever had been that. It was pity.

How could I allow that? How could I let her feel sorry for me? I turned myself in, and almost shoved her aside in my haste to step forward.

I told the Knight-Commander that I did it to answer for my sins. I told myself the same thing, all the way to the gates of Aeonar. But the longer I sit here in this dank, musty cell, the more it eats away at me. The crimes the world sees me pay for are no crimes at all, because I have never spoken the true sins that blacken my soul. How can I be held accountable to my sins if no one knows they exist?

Because deep down—Maker knows—my sin was never that I loved Jowan, even if he did betray my trust. Neither do I believe that Jowan was born sinful, any more than I was. This conviction I will carry to the Void. And yet… since I feel there is a strange justice in my being here, I must be paying for something.

So here in my cell I write down my failings for all to see, once anyone thinks to come back here and see how we are doing. It’s been many weeks since we’ve heard word from outside, and I hear whispers outside the bars at night that the world has finally forsaken us, but I haven't lost hope. Once, in another life, the Revered Mother told me the Maker abandoned this world too, but I don't think that's true anymore, because I think he comes back from time to time to laugh at our mistakes.

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8: Your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries

(don't think I don't know what you're playing at here, Doc, I see you 😉)

A partially burnt scrap of parchment dug out of a massive pile of ashes in the fireplace of the library of the old Amell townhouse, shortly after the property was cordoned off by Kirkwall law enforcement.

24 Harvestmere, 9:36 Dragon

Head: three lacerations (healed), one large hematoma towards occiput where scalp avulsed from cranium (draining to commence once liquefaction complete). Maxilla near collapse, was able to save eye, though it took all remaining mana reserves [illegible] Not cocnussed as far as I can tell… yet.

Neck: sevral pulled muscles (healing), no other issues evident (a bleeding miracle)

Chest: multiple rib fractures, brusing on lungs (healing), crowded lungs (resolving)

Abdomen: massive internal hemorrage (healing), ruptured spleen (resolved), ruptured liver (healing), no other damage (thank the Maker)

Pelvis and Groin: internal hemorhage (healing)

Limbs, Upper and Lower: sprains, lacerations [illegible] much issue, provided patient obeys instructions to stay in bed for fucking once in her life

Written in a much unsteadier hand, the ink smudged in several places:

Maker help me. I spent the night sobbing into the foot of your bed when I should have been healing—the one thing I can do for you.

I should be proud of what you’ve done. But after [illegible] I could’nt make myself go on anymore

I cant help it, I cant help hating them all for making you the Champion. I should be happy that you are recognized for [illegible] all that mages can do for them.

But I also know this shithole city and I [illegible] they will all turn on you [illegible] and they were so thrilled to crown you for it yesterday.

And I hate it! I would rather have you whole and unhurt and completely forgotten by everyone else, as long as I get [illegible] as long as I knew you would be clear of it.

Remember when [illegible] in blood, to see you safe? It was stupid of me, but I guess I always thought I I never thought you would be the one doing the bleeding. I think Im losing my nerve and If I was a good partner to you it would be that part of me that I listen to and not the other, but [illegible]

The thing is I know you would’nt stop me and thats what scares me more than anything else.

I cant take any more, and even now you whimper in your sleep [illegible] worse. Against your requests I slipped extra elfroot into your drink tonight. Another sin against you to add to the list? Forgive me my selfishness.

Sleep through the night, love. At least one of us should.

[mylittlegemlins]

Nimona Review (english)

For those who are in a hurry, the movie is great 9.9/10, compared to the graphic novel it moves very fast since they can't put too much stuff in an hour and a half movie, the virus subplot got lost, whereas I feel like Nimona and Ballister have been months living together in the novel, it seems that in the movie they only met for a couple of days which makes me strange that they have become fond of each other, so I hope that during the sequence in which they publish the director's videos there is a time jump for at least a few weeks, the scientist character with glasses (honestly don't remember his name because I read the novel 10 days before the movie and in English so sorry if there are things I didn't understand) is not here either. Nimona's origin is left quite ambiguous but they confirm that she is at least 1000 years old, (technically not a girl) but I'm scared that they take the form of a 14 year old girl because I don't want rule34 of her. At least in the novel, it was hinted that it could be an experiment from the same institute, and that she was once a normal girl, but the film leaves Nimona not as a person, but as a being who has lived alone for a long time and who he's been trying to blend in with any species as long as he's not alone, and it turns out that the human species is very friendly.

The final fight of the film does not include anyone locking her up to find out what it is, although to be honest the phrase "but we are looking for a monster disguised as a girl" in the novel left many doubts to those who went to see the film at blind. It doesn't include Ballister's second betrayal (having the first when he grabs the sword to protect himself from Nimona and the second when Nimona tells him that he's not her friend.) Which I thought was a good decision since I don't want to cry anymore. The movie replaces it with something different, but just as cruel, my little girl suffered a lot in this movie, and it shows when she goes out in her smoke dragon form straight to institute, only to find out that the principal is able to target her own kingdom for the """""monster""""" to be destroyed along with it, the director doing the most damage and causing the panic, while Nimona is mercilessly attacked, knowing that the most damage she could do is stepping on a couple of civilians, compared to someone who wanted to bomb the city, gives you the message of “who is the monster?” Nimona doesn't shoot fire, she doesn't fight, but like everyone else she also wants a sword to be plunged into her heart (my babyeee) and that's how an epic battle is replaced by a suicide attempt in full public light and in a family movie . Another reason the movie is funny where it shouldn't be (and for that reason it's even funnier) is that far from moving me because Ballister stopped it, I'm wondering how the hell did this guy get to the tip of the statue's sword just in time? so that Nimona wouldn't stab herself with the sword? And it was never explained to us, I suppose it had an elevator and viewpoint but how the hell did you get up there? I liked it anyway, it was quite touching and the hug definitely satisfied my desire to hug that girl. There's a time jump where we think Nimona is dead, Ballister has her happily ever after and Nimona reappears and the movie ends with that perfect “Holy sh-”.

The novel offered a rather bittersweet ending that forced me to call my therapist, but it gives the hard lesson directly, there are not always happy endings, not everyone will change overnight to accept you, it is too harsh to give this message since literally no one sees Nimona as a being with emotions, but rather they see her as a weapon, a monster, someone they have to protect themselves from so that she doesn't hurt them, locking her up and hurting her. Absolutely no one in this universe can see her as a human, everyone thinks she's a monster…everyone except Ballister. And that is already a great achievement.

The movie offers us that happily ever after that we were looking for so much, everyone loves Nimona, I would have liked to see a couple of protests about it since the only thing that the citizens saw is how the monster changed into its girlish form and from suddenly it flew towards the cannon that was going to kill them all, killing only Nimona and the director.

Although the director was no longer there to defame Nimona, it seems very anticlimactic to me that the entire society that had believed in Gloriana's legacy for a millennium suddenly changed the word monster to hero.

I'll just let this go because my little heart is happy to finally have a happy ending for Nimona.

In the climax Nimona tells us directly "I don't know what scares me more the fact that everyone in the kingdom wants to stick a sword in me, or the fact that sometimes, I want to let them" is a pretty direct suicide letter. And the message of the post-credits scene seems to be a help line for people in this situation, Nate was already sending from her novel when she dedicated this story to all the monster girls, this movie is aimed at all the people who feel that they are a monster to whom they must plunge a sword into the heart, so that they know that there is someone who sees them, you are not alone.

part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721662029108264960/nimona-review-part-2-english?source=share

spanish review: https://www.tumblr.com/mylittlegemlins/721658744305516544/nimona-review-spanish?source=share

[qcomicsy]

God I love your takes so much.

So my major HC to Jason Todd die hard catholic is that he is a die hard catholic not a "good catholic".

His mother was catholic before she met that drug dealer and all went to shit. I like to think she took him to the church once, it's one of his first memories. Literally a few of the good ones. So it stuck with him.

She would pray with him before sleep and gave him a Rosary.

And that's part of the reason he is still one to this day. Specially because when his mother got worse and worse, he couldn't attend anymore (neither did he wanted to).

- About the mass. So I don't believe (even if he wanted) he would be able go to mass every Sunday. First of all because of his routine as Red Hood, he has a lot of missions and patrols to manage in his life.

Second, because, as you said and that's very important! Your experience in the church is all about the community around. And unfortunately community is something that Red Hood cannot afford to have (for being Red Hood). He can't go as Red Hood because it would put the people around in danger, he can't go as Jason because people would start guessing around.

- So he goes more eventually, when he's not physically hurt or hasn't anything in his schedule.

- He would usually go to the Church at night or in less crowded hours as Red Hood and would attend the mass (when he is able too) in different kinds of disguise;

- I actually like the Priest Take of the comics where he is welcomed by the church despite his past and has a good time there (a person can dream right?). So in my personal headcannon a Nun would picked up in his habits of going (she connected the dots) and purposely let the doors open for him.

- I believe he confesses. Jason is a much more open person than people generally recognize, he's always willing to talk about his past. He wants to be heard. By someone, anyone who's willing to hear him.

He wouldn't at first, because we'll that's not something you can just drop on anyone. But over the years he spend in that church praying alone and knowing the people who work there he would little by little open himself.

He definitely starts to deflect by humour "Hey Father it's me your boy. The one with the body count"

- Oh he definitely investigate personally and guarantee the security of people, specially the kids. Not only watching but making sure sends any person who threats them to hell himself.

- He is that cool catholic who rant on how the Church lost itself and forgot the whole actual meaning of Christ teachings, and how the system corrupts itself by greed being more and more far away from any form of actual change. And if Christ e came back people would kill him again;

- He is number one Jesus fan, un ironically says he is his homie and calls him J.C. he also uses those terrible christian shirts (the one's with too many roses that say a random passage and has Virgin Mary in degrade);

- That's his car

- This man is an anarchist "Jesus is my church and I have everything I need";

- About the coming back to life I have a more optimistic take. Specially because it's pretty much cannon he went to heaven,

I think Jason has a little of comfort of coming back because of Jesus. He doesn't remember his time in heaven, so at first he was terrified when he got back, but he do know he was just a kid, so he deduced he was bought back after getting for the first time in his fucked up life some peace. And he blamed Bruce, he blamed God he blamed himself. He had nothing again, we all know the drill.

But over those years? He got to meet Cass, he eventually got to see his father again in almost good terms, he met Damian who is a pain in the ass but is his brother, he eventually got to be a big brother to Tim and grew fondly of the kid. Alfred, Dick, Roy all people he thought he lost forever are back in his life. He met Bizarro and Artemis.

He was literally reborn again. For good or for worse he got a second chance in life, maybe God gave him that. Maybe not. But he got one. And in the end of the day he's glad of it, he is thankful.

Something something "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come" something something "Jesus answered, "I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit. Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit. You should not be surprised at my saying, `You must be born again.'"

- The rest of your takes. YES. YES!! I agree whole heartedly with it.

- This boy has so much catholic guilt in him for being a criminal the sometimes he can't even stand look at the mirror. Some days he believes in salvation. Some days he doesn't believe he is worth it saving. This is also why I think he is much more a non-practicing catholic than full going every Sunday type of man.

- He definitely gives to charity and Soup Kitchens, he tried to attend once saw Grayson distributing and turned away immediately.

- The Divine Comedy take is just 🤌🤌🤌 YOUR MINDDDD

- The safe houses full of rosaries are so fucking great too!

Thinking about priest Jason Todd and realizing that would be really fucking funny if he was just this die hard catholic.

Damian, invading his safe house again messing around like a little shit: What do you keep in this drawer? Tt- It's probably a knife.

Jason: My Bible.

Damian:

Damian: Your what?

Jason, deadpanned: My Bible.

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Dick: I know I will regret this

Dick: What's up with the altar candle's in front of Virgin Mary?

Jason: I pray for each soul I take.

Dick: I'm sorry– you what?

Jason: Each sould I take. When I kill people. So they find their way into purgatory. How do you think they are getting in hell? I light the candle, I pray for them *Looking at the candles* Your welcome.

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In the middle of a shooting with almost a hundred henchmen

Jason, whispering: If we get out of here alive I'll walk the entirety of Gotham's church stairs on my knees.

The signal, next to him: Because that definitely won't be nothing disturbing. Early mourning fuckin Redhood, walking on his knees to a church. You usual Sunday in Gotham city.

Jason: Shut up asshole I'm praying.

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Batman, inside of a church at nine pm doing an investigation: What are you doing here?

Jason lifting his head up from the church pew, holding his hands: The fuck look like I'm doing?

[heavyhitterheaux]

NDA Part 3

AN: to fumble the bag or to not fumble the bag?

Synopsis: As your due date grows closer, you have some important decisions to make regarding your future with your child's father.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Part 1

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There was less than a month to go until your due date and you were now putting the finishing touches on the nursery.

The nursery that was located in Louisville, Kentucky.

With some long hours of thinking, you decided to finally make the move not wanting to put it off anymore.

Communication between the two of you had gotten a lot better.

It wasn't quite at the point where it was before you found out what he had been hiding from you, but it was something.

Before you had left home, Jack insisted on meeting your parents and wanted to reassure them that you would be taken care of and wouldn’t want for nothing.

They immediately had taken to him and was even more surprised at the sight of your protruding midsection since you literally hadn’t told anyone and anytime you would Facetime with them, they could only see you from the chest up.

He really was trying and proving to you that he wanted you and only you.

Therefore, you had to give him credit for that.

When you had finally touched down in Kentucky, you met his.

They immediately took to you and was finally happy to meet the girl who had stolen their older son's heart for the past year.

They were also happy that Ava wouldn't be a problem anymore.

If she ever opened her mouth speaking on their past relationship, Jack could sue her for up to 10 million dollars.

Safe to say, she knew better if she wanted to be paying that off for the rest of her life.

You were currently trying to reach down to place the last few outfits in the bottom drawer of the dresser, when Jack immediately took from you.

You hadn't even heard him come in the room.

"I got it, mamas." He said while kissing your temple and reaching down to put them in their rightful place before standing back up to place his hands on your stomach.

"How are my babies feeling today?"

You simply sighed.

You were tired of being pregnant.

You loved it, but you were ready for this baby to be out of you.

"Tired."

"I know it's getting harder for you to get comfortable at night when you sleep."

"It seems like they don't want mommy to sleep."

"How about this? We put you in the living room with all of your pregnancy pillows and try to get you to sleep. It might be easier since you're sitting up."

"Well, it can't hurt."

"Head downstairs for me baby and I'll grab everything."

"Okay."

Jack had led you to the steps and made sure that you got down the steps okay before going back into your shared room and grabbing anything and everything that he thought would help to get you comfortable.

Once he got downstairs, he came right over to you, putting multiple pillows behind your back, elevating your legs and placing one of your favorite comforters on you.

"How's that so far baby girl?"

"So far so good."

"I'll leave the tv on for some background noise, but try and sleep. I have a few things to do, but I'll still be here so call me if you need me."

"Okay, thank you."

"I love you." Jack said while placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too."

---

When Jack finally got you to sleep, he simply went into his home office to call Neelam to see what he had coming up for the week and the conversation quickly turned to how you were and how you were feeling.

“How is Y/N doing?”

You Neelam, Urban, and Metta had quickly grown closer along with the other members of PG. You were a breath of fresh air compared to Ava and they saw how happy Jack made you and vice versa despite the huge secret that he had kept from you.

“She’s miserable and I feel so bad. She can hardly sleep at night so I set her up in the living room with all of her pregnancy pillows and her favorite comforter and I finally got her to doze off.”

He requested that if he had to make any appearances or anything, that it had to be around Louisville because the last thing he wanted was for you to go into labor and he had to get on a plane in order to come back to you.

Despite you having an entire month left, he wasn’t taking any chances.

If you could have went into labor yesterday and had a full term healthy baby, you would have been here for it.

“Hopefully she rests up before the baby gets here. We still don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy yet?”

“Not yet. She just wanted to wait until they were born and that’s fine by me. Everything is gender neutral that we got so it could go either way.”

“I am so proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Yes you have. You realized your worth and realized that the ex-wife whose name we do not speak wasn’t really your soulmate to begin with. You deserve this happiness.”

“Thank you. It means a lot coming from you.”

“You seriously hit the jackpot with Y/N.”

“Couldn’t agree with you more.”

“Go spend time with your girl.”

Once Jack hung up with Neelam, he went to go check on you to see that you were knocked out. This is the most he had seen you sleep in weeks and not wanting to disturb you, he took advantage of this as well sitting next to you and bringing you on top of him while still laying on your side.

You were always so nervous to do this claiming that you didn’t want to put all your weight on him, but there was no way in the world he would mind because you were bringing life into the world and carrying his child.

Jack eventually fell asleep himself and a few hours had passed by.

He woke up while hearing you laugh and he opened his eyes to see you watching Never Have I Ever on Netflix.

He simply placed a kiss on top of your head and you turned around to look at him.

“Looks like I’m not the only one who needed sleep.”

“You know that you’re my first priority and I’m always going to make sure that you’re good first. I could care less about me.”

“No, because I care about you and I’m going to need for you to take some time out for yourself too. I’ll be okay.”

“Do you feel any better?”

“A lot better. Oh!”

“What’s wrong?!”

“The baby kicked and caught me off guard that’s all.”

Jack then put both of his hands on your stomach and began talking to your bump.

“Cut it out, no hurting your mother.” Which led to you laughing, but they settled down after he said that.

“Hmm, looks like they’ll probably only listen to you and try to get over on me for everything.”

“Nuh uh. They haven’t heard when you get annoyed or pissed off. That makes me want to run for the hills when you get like that.”

“I am not that bad!”

“Says who?!”

“Stop playin!”

“When we were at that restaurant and I told them I didn’t want tomatoes and they sent it anyway by accident, I just knew I was going to have to bail you out of jail that night.”

“You telling stories, Jackman. I’m as sweet as can be.”

“You definitely are, however, not when you get mad.”

“Look my baby didn’t want tomatoes so I had to let them know. Don’t play with us like that.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” You answered while playing with his Private Garden ring.

“Baby girl?”

“What’s wrong?” You answered while looking up at him.

“I... I know I said that I wouldn’t bring this up again and that you wanted to make a decision in your own time but...”

“Yes, Jack I do still want to marry you if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“How did you...?”

“Consider it my mom instincts kicking in early. I took a lot of time to think about it, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. And over these past few months you really tried your hardest to prove that I was the only person you wanted and... I’m thankful for that. You’re the same person that I met that night who swept me off my feet and you have given me nothing but the world. I don’t want to lose that and I don’t want to lose you. But, we have another person depending on us now and we have to be on the same page, okay?”

“Without a doubt, my baby. One more question.”

“No, I don’t want princess cut anymore because Ava had it. Next question.”

“Damn, are you a mind reader?”

“I just know my boyfriend very well. I’m leaning towards a Marquise or a Heart diamond cut.”

“Consider it done.”

“And we can’t get married until after I lose this baby weight  because I already have my dress envisioned in my mind.”

“You just let me know when you’re ready my baby.”

---

You were now 7 centimeters dilated and wanted to kill Jack.

You got to the hospital too late to have a epidural so natural birth it was.

“Baby?”

“What Jackman?” You asked through gritted teeth and you gripped the side rails of the hospital bed.

“Did you want more ice chips?” He quietly asked. You admit Jack had been doing his best, but you were in so much pain that all you could see was red. 

You also wanted to bite his head off and even threatened to never let him touch you again, but you already know that wasn’t true.

“No, I want your child out of me.” You responded while grabbing the neck of his hoodie and bringing him down eye level to you.

Your parents were on their way and so were Maggie and Brian. Neelam was currently on your left side as she was watching you fuss at your boyfriend.

“Hey, baby girl. Deep breaths. You tensing up is not going to help and it’s only going to make it worse.” You let go of Jack’s hoodie and turned your attention to Neelam and simply nodded.  

“Only three more to go. It’s going to be okay, just think of how pretty your baby will be and you’ll get to hold them. You’ve been waiting for this for nine months.”

You simply nodded as Neelam tried to talk you off the cliff and Jack had placed a wet washcloth on your forehead. 

“Okay, I can do this. AHHHHH SHIT!” You grabbed Jack’s hand and he just knew that you were about to break it.

“So, your contractions are getting closer so it’s definitely almost time to push.”

“Nee, how do you know all this?”

“I watch a lot of medical shows. I’m going to go get the nurse, but in the mean time, don’t kill your baby daddy, okay?”

“Easier said than done, but okay.”

Neelam sprinted out of the room as Jack placed a kiss on your cheek.

“I hope you know I love you and I don’t mean to yell at you.” You confessed and Jack pinched your cheek.

“I know mamas. And I hate seeing you in pain. Not too much longer, though.”

You simply nodded your head as Neelam came back with an entire team of nurses and your doctor right behind her.

“Okay, sweetheart, I’m going to check to see how far you are and if you’re at 10 we can get this show on the road.”

You nodded as she began to check.

Once she took her hand out, she had nothing but a smile on her face and you already knew what that meant. 

“Okay, Y/N, push when I say, okay?”

“Wait, I’m not ready.”

“Yes, you are honey. Nine months in the making so let’s do this. Your baby is ready to meet you and their father.”

You simply nodded as Jack held your right leg and Neelam held your left.

“On 3. 1..2..3. Big push, big push.”

“AHHH OH MY! FUCK!”

“You’re doing good, come on give me another one.”

“IT HURTSSSSS!”

“I know, I know it does.”

“You’re doing amazing baby girl. You’re that much closer to holding them. You got this.”

You simply nodded and proceeded to push again.

“Give me another one, almost!”

You did as you were told, and next thing you knew, they could see the head.

“You’re doing great mama! Give me another one!”

On the next push, their shoulders were completely out.

“Y/N, if you want to reach down and pull them out you can.”

You nodded and proceeded to do so, pulling your first born the rest of the way out and placing them on your chest.

“It’s a boy!”

“You were amazing baby. I knew you could do it and look at what we made. He’s gorgeous.” Jack exclaimed while his eyes began to water. 

“He has your eyes.” You looked down to see those pretty ocean blue eyes staring back at you and realized that the pain had been worth it. 

“And definitely has your nose.”

They took him from you to clean him off and run some tests before placing him back on your chest.

“So proud of you, Y/N! I told you it would be worth it once you saw them.” Neelam stated while coming over to hold his hand. 

“It definitely was. Here daddy, come hold your son.” You turned to Jack and noticed that he was a little hesitant.

“It’s okay, babe. You won’t hurt him and he’s reaching for you.”

Jack nodded before you went to place your son in his arms.

“Hi little one. I’m your daddy.”

You immediately melted at the sight of seeing the two of them interact and began to cry. Neelam immediately noticed and handed you a tissue.

“Hey, are you okay?” She asked while putting an arm around you.

You simply nodded while trying to find your words.

“I’m just really happy.”

“And so is Jack.”

You looked back over to see your son had one of Jack’s fingers in a death grip and all you could do was smile.

Even though your relationship had been tested, deciding to stay and work through your problems had all been worth it.

You had your boyfriend.

You had your son.

You had your house.

And were due to be married within the next year.

Maybe signing that NDA wasn’t so bad. 

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[cyncerity]

This was based off of an instagram meme that i think was made for women over the age of 50, but when vore inspiration strikes, you have to do something.

So, here’s this!! I may make this a series, I may not, but it may depend on if y’all even like this story or not lol

so without further ado, here’s some crimeboys noms >:)

tw: kinda implied mentions of neglect/abuse, swearing, and vore

He had to get away. Tommy couldn’t stay another day in this damn house, he felt like he was suffocating. He had to leave, somehow.

All of his things were already packed. The little he had was stored in various bags he had stolen from the attic when the thought of running away had first occurred to him. When he had first realized that he couldn’t stay in this shithole any longer.

Now to think of where. That had been his main concern. Hotels were too expensive, and god knows he didn’t have any friends who would let him stay with them.

Which left him with one option, though he was dreading it.

A few months ago, a new app had been created. A way to book “unique” temporary living arrangements with giants. It was part of some weird initiative to get humans and giants to get along better, and had fully stapled itself to the claims that some humans who lived with giants made about how being eaten could be “relaxing.”

That’s right, as awful an idea as this seemed to Tommy and almost everyone else, there was now a way to book what could qualify as the worlds weirdest airbnb within giants. Literally. Apparently some giants were completely ok with random humans using their organs as a weekend get away, because there were plenty on the app for Tommy to scroll through. And scroll he did.

He had realized a while ago that this may be the cheapest option, and had gone through the website for hours until he had found someone. Early 20s, no criminal record that he could find with a limited google search, good reviews that he could tell were mostly from humans friends that he had, but the man seemed nice enough. He ignored the paranoia that told him that this man was only cheap because he would lure Tommy to his death. That the moment he and Tommy met, it would be over, and he’d be just another missing and forgotten person. Another victim to a random giant where there’d be no proof of his death and nothing to-

No, he couldn’t afford to think like that. This had to work. And, besides, was it really worth still living if he had to be at this house any longer? As much as he hated himself for thinking it, he’d rather let this stranger be the death of him than spend another second with his abusive shit family.

Tommy had messaged him once or twice and had paid him once already just to settle the deal. He ignored the feeling of dread in his gut every time he even thought about the giant, but he couldn’t help but be nervous. After all, this man would be holding his life in him until he got his shit together enough to at least get a job. He didn’t know how long that would be, but he needed to be practically untraceable. He couldn’t risk his family finding him. He couldn’t risk being taken back home.

He sent one final text to the man about where to meet. He knew it was late, but he had warned him in advance that he was probably gonna get a text in the middle of the night, so he slowly crept out of his window and, seeing that the coast was clear, ran, not looking back.

He would never look back.

…

Tommy had arrived at the meetup spot and had been waiting for 30 minutes and, still, no sign of the giant. Ok, now that he thought about it, maybe this did seem a little suspicious. Supposing the giant was a normal ass man, getting a text saying “meet me in an abandoned Tesco parking lot” was a weird thing to receive at 2:45 in the morning. But, again, Tommy was shooting to be untraceable. He couldn’t risk anyone seeing him or his giant. Could he call this stranger “his giant?” Whatever. Tommy knew his family. He didn’t want other people to get hurt, but he couldn’t do this alone. Even if it was a stranger, he needed help.

Tommy just sat and kept thinking, thoughts spiraling into what he would do if the giant never showed up, if he actually had to do this by himself, when the ground began to shake. Tommy quickly stood up and had to strain his neck looking up to see the giant approach. And, holy shit, this fucker was tall.

Tommy had never met a giant before. Hell, almost no humans had. But from what he knew, they shouldn’t be this tall. He felt his knees begin to shake and his palms sweat as he took in the full size and image of the monster that he had hired to eat him. He had fluffy brown hair, wire rimmed glasses and a yellow sweater with a brown puffer jacket on and, weirdly enough, had a mask covering his mouth. He seemed to be hunched over, looking around for what Tommy could only assume to be him, pulling his red-brown beanie further over his head almost nervously. His eyes frantically scanned the empty lot until he found him, where he quickly made his way over as Tommy stumbled back, falling onto the ground and shaking violently from the cold and fear.

“There you are!!” the giant said, “Tommy, right? I’ve been looking all over for you! What were you thinking making this the meetup spot?!”

Tommy could barely speak. It felt like his head had been stuck in a freezer, his throat frozen and his mind muddled and cloudy, unable to form a response. “I-I..it….i- it was c- close…” he whimpered, stumbling back farther. The giant only then seemed to notice Tommy’s fear as he sighed and knelt down, trying to be more eye level as he spoke quieter. “It’s ok, kid. Fuck, you’re younger than I thought you’d be. You mean it’s close to your house, right?” Tommy nodded hesitantly and Wilbur continued. “Thought so. You probably didn’t want to haul your stuff all the way to the giant side. It’s just…i’m not technically allowed to be here.” Tommy looked up at him, confused, his breath slowing and his panic was subsiding now that the giant wasn’t towering over him and scanning the grounds for him like a fucking predator hunting it’s prey. The giant must’ve noticed his confusion, as he continued. “This isn’t a mutual territory. If i get caught here, i could get in a lot of trouble. I tried texting and calling you to tell you, given that humans don’t know a lot about the laws giants have to follow, but you weren’t responding, so i figured i’d just come and make this quick before the cops notice me.” He said. Ah, so that’s what the surgical mask was for. So the cops couldn’t recognize him. He held out a finger to Tommy, and he tried not to think about how this singular finger was taller than his whole body. “I’m Wilbur, by the way, i don’t think i ever introduced myself.” Tommy shuffled closer and grabbed the tip of the finger in an awkward attempt at a handshake. “I-I’m Tommy.”

“As nice as it is to meet you, you seem really nervous. First time?” Tommy nodded again, miraculously feeling less nervous by the second. Something about this guy, maybe his calming voice or how much more human he was than Tommy assumed he’d be, made Tommy trust him.

Or maybe it was the fact that this was the first time in a long time he had been treated with kindness. His family was barely decent to him, so this was a nice change, if an unexpected one.

“First time meeting a giant, actually.” “No offense, I can kind of tell.” Wilbur said, though there was no judgement in his voice. “Y’know, you don’t have to do this now. We could always resched-“ “No!!” Tommy shouted, interrupting the giant. “No, no, I want to, I have to, I’m out of options, please.” At that, Wilbur began to look concerned. “Tommy what do you mean ‘out of options?’ Are you ok? Do you need help?” “This is my help! Sure, maybe I’m a little bit fucking terrified, but i have nowhere else to go. I- I can’t go back, please, please, Wilby.” Tommy finished, the nickname naturally rolling off his tongue like he had known the giant his whole life. Wilbur looked at him with a vague look of concern and pity before bringing one of his giant fingers closer to Tommy’s face. Tommy didn’t even have time to react before it gently swiped across his cheek, wiping away tears he didn’t even know he had shed. “Ok, ok, i’ll help, it’s alright.” He said, giving Tommy a warm smile (he assumed; his eyes scrunched up a little near the outer edges, which seemed like a good sign he was smiling) that only slightly hid the concern still plastered on his face. And though Tommy still couldn’t see most of the aforementioned face, his eyes portrayed everything Tommy needed. Wilbur wore his heart on his sleeve; he liked that.

Tommy could have sobbed in relief as Wilbur’s words fully sunk in. He was going to get away, and the thought of finally being free was enough to drown out any more fears of what was about to happen. Wilbur then reached behind him and grabbed some of his bags, which looked ridiculously minuscule in his hand, as he brought them up to his mouth before pausing. “Do you want to go down first or do you want me to do to do these? For some people, it can be a bit nerve racking to see me swallow something first.” Tommy thought about it, then shook his head. It’s not like he wanted to see his few meager possessions disappear down the throat of a giant, especially knowing he’d have to join them, but he wasn’t gonna chicken out now. He just needed a few seconds to collect himself, and what Wilbur did with his bags in that time was none of his business.

Wilbur calmly lifted the bags back up, all of them at the same time, and slipped them under his mask. Within a few seconds, Tommy saw a vague outline slip down Wilbur’s throat, bobbing his addam’s apple a bit as they descended to where Tommy would be staying for a short while…maybe he should have gone first.

It all reminded him of a nature documentary he had seen on snakes once; he could see the outline of some poor rodent slowly trail down the snake to its final resting place.

Tommy tried not to think about that last part. After all, he’d be fine. He wasn’t prey, not to Wilbur, anyway. To his family…maybe. Not like they mattered anymore, though.

Tommy felt giddy enough at that thought that he stepped forward towards Wilbur as he watched the man press against his midsection gently, presumably to make sure Tommy’s bags had ended up in the right organ. After that confirmation, Wilbur looked back down, setting his hand palm up next to Tommy. “You ready for this, big man?” Tommy grinned at the nickname, at the way Wilbur treated him. Like a person; an equal. He grinned so hard it almost hurt. “Ready as i’ll ever be.”

Tommy felt himself be lifted and watched as Wilbur used his free hand to lift his mask just enough for Tommy to fit under and into his mouth. Tommy quickly found a perch on his lip and tried to climb in the rest of the way himself before realizing holy shit oh prime good fucking god his teeth were sharp. Wilbur made muffled cry of concern as his hand came back up under Tommy as he stumbled a bit. But, after the initial shock of the teeth being way sharper than he thought, Tommy managed to climb in the rest of the way successfully.

The mouth was hotter than he thought it would be, and way stuffier, too. He supposed the mask filtering and blocking out fresh air had something to do with that, but he didn’t have much time to deal with that before he started getting pushed around the damp, dark area. It took him a short while to realize that it was Wil’s tongue pushing him around. Tommy kicked at it a bit in discomfort, but Wil didn’t show any sign of stopping. Tommy thought about shouting to him before his rational thought kicked in; oh yeah, he’d probably have to be at least a bit damp for Wil to swallow comfortably. He stopped kicking.

He had no idea when Wilbur’s comfort in this situation became important to him. He also had no idea when the idea of being swallowed stopped being so overwhelmingly terrifying.

He soon found himself being drawn to the back of the throat, his feet entering the narrow fleshy passageway. He cringed a bit at the weird feeling before hearing a questioning hum from all around him. It felt like a huge concert where the bass boomed so loud you swore you could feel your heart vibrate. Tommy hoped it wouldn’t be that loud once he reached the storage area. “I’m good!” Tommy shouted in response, patting the now still tongue below him. After another hum signaling that Wilbur had heard him, he was quickly pulled the rest of the way into the giant’s gullet. He felt a gentle pressure from where he assumed the front of Wil’s neck was; ‘his fingers,’ Tommy thought. ‘Wil is tracing my way down with his fingers.’ The image of his luggage going down the throat crossed his mind, and he found himself mindlessly wondering what he looked like right now; if the lump he made was any bigger than his luggage. Or if to any passerby (not that there were any, he hoped) he would look inconspicuous, like some random piece of food that some random giant was eating, not a teenage boy that was probably going to be put on every missing poster and milk carton available within the next few days. That thought filled him with a giddy sort of relief. As much as people were aware that this whole swallowing thing was legal with the right permission, it still wasn’t a common thing to do unless you were one of the very few humans who had known a giant for years. No one would suspect Wilbur, just some random giant, to be housing Tommy. The plan was foolproof.

He was snapped out of his spiral of thoughts when everything around him suddenly got much louder. The heavy bass feeling was back, but this time it was in a steady, strong rhythm. Tommy realized he must have passed down under the collarbones and that he was now passing Wil’s heart, which meant he was almost-

He fell into an open area suddenly, much bigger than the mouth had been, and felt the ground below him and the walls around him vibrate with a loud gurgle. He paced around for a minute letting his eyes slightly adjust to the darkness (as much as they could, given the fact that there was no light whatsoever) before he saw a faint outline of his bags. He quickly made his way over and blindly searched for one of the flashlights he had packed. After a few more minutes of searching, he pulled it out and turned it on to reveal the pink, almost pulsating, fleshy walls. He heard a slight chuckle from above him and watched in fascination as one of the bigger walls of the pouch pushed in slightly, causing more, albeit less loud gurgles.

“I take it you found your stuff.” Wilbur said, and Tommy could hear the smile on his voice. “How could you tell?” Tommy shouted back, not knowing of Wil would even be able to hear him from there. There was another soft laugh as Tommy heard his phone vibrate from one of his bag’s pockets. He pulled it out to find it was image sent from Wilbur, showing that from the outside, there was a dim glow from his midsection, and an even fainter outline of himself. He laughed out loud, mostly in disbelief at the photo. There he was, barely a shadow to be seen through Wil’s organs. He was actually here; he’d actually done it, and that photo was undeniable proof. “Oh my god!” he shouted again, this time even looking up to the “ceiling” of the “room” as if that would help communication any better. “That looks fucking sick!” “No need to shout, child, I can hear you fine.” Wilbur responded. “I’ll tell you when you’re good to have the flashlight on or off; my family isn’t really ok with me doing these sorts of things, so let’s keep this between us, ok?” “Why not?” Tommy asked, now genuinely curious.

“Why should they? Think about this from my perspective; I just let a random teenager into my body, no background check or anything. For all I or my family know, you could be a renowned giant killer. Maybe you smuggled a knife in there and are planning to stab me from the inside out, i don’t fucking know. Of course, i don’t think you are, Tom, but it’s a hypothetical. I agreed to this with you because I like to think I’m a good judge of character, and you remind me too much of me when i was younger to not like you. But now I have to go about things way more carefully; I can’t fall, I can’t lay down without telling you first, I can’t store what I normally do, it can get a bit overwhelming, y’know?”

Tommy hadn’t even thought about that. How all of this was affecting Wilbur. He looked down at himself, placing a hand on his own stomach.

God, what is Wilbur feeling right now? Can he feel Tommy walk around? Can he feel him breathe? He had no idea how he would go about being entirely responsible for the life of an entire other person, but he was making Wilbur do it. He felt a little bit like an asshole now. “If it’s so much of a hassle, why do it? And why do it so cheap?”

“It’s…kinda complicated. A lot of it is to help giants and humans get along. I want people to see my species better, I want a human’s first experience with a giant to be good. I have a lot of human friends, so i like to think I know how to talk and act around you guys. But, my friends are another part of it. I, uh, you mind if this gets a little bit weird for a second? I’ve been told this can be a little bit of an awkward topic for humans.”

Well, that was a way to pique Tommy’s curiosity if there ever was one. “Go on, big man, and, if it makes you feel better, you made my first interaction with a giant go great.”

Wilbur laughed again, and he heard genuine happiness in his voice as he thanked him and then continued on with the explanation. “It’s just, uh, humans..taste good. Like, better than you’d expect. I read that it was something different about a giant’s taste buds or something, but humans taste good. Also, i generally just…like the feeling of having people in my storage. As weird as that may be.”

“What did i taste like?” Tommy asked, not a hint of concern or distrust coloring his voice. “…strawberries, maybe a bit of vanilla cream. Sweet, and a little bit bitter, like some odd mix of dark and white chocolate, all covering a strawberry.” Wilbur answered, and Tommy could practically hear the man licking his lips before he piped up again. “I’m so sorry, that’s probably weird to hear, I didn’t mean to go into that much detail, it’s just-“ “No worries, big man, I’m glad i was delicious enough that you’re getting embarrassed talking about it. Boosts my self esteem, and also gives me plenty to make fun of you for later.” He heard Wilbur laugh out loud, the joyful sound vibrating the chamber around him. “Alright, remind me I have to get some dirt on you eventually. But, as it stands now, I should probably get the fuck out of the human territory before I actually get arrested. I don’t know how human cops would do that, but i’m sure there’s some kind of procedure i don’t want to see. So we’ll have to stop talking for a bit here while I walk back to the giant side to get my car, then I can drive us home.” “Sounds good, Wilby.” Tommy said, and he could hear a snort of laughter above him, but no verbal response. Oh, this would be so much fun, Wilbur was so easy to tease. For the first time in a long time, Tommy was glad that that hell of a house never stripped Tommy of his Tommy-ness. That no matter the strain or fear or pain, his sarcasm and unique sense of humor remained.

As he felt the gentle swaying of his “room” caused by Wilbur’s walking, he gently sat to the floor and let himself bask in the reality that he was free. Sure, there was still a bit left to do to ensure that he’d stay free, but for right now, he was happy here with Wilbur; with this giant stranger who treated him better than his so-called family ever had.

He felt tears of relief and more than anything joy pour down his face as he sobbed quietly, trying not to alert Wil. He didn’t want him to think something was wrong when it was really quite the opposite. For the first time in so, so long, things were looking up. He was safe. He was cared for.

Tommy had never been happier.