#and i hope they got to hang out today in some capacity and if they did that they had a blast like usual

[totallyawesome123]

rediscovering I have empathy? craaaazyyyyy

[minhoinator]

I know I’m not alone in how much love I have for Minho and Kibum and their close bond—like, this is truly Minkey’s world and we’re just blissfully living in it—but do you ever just get struck by how much they clearly care for and love each other? Like how fond they are of each other? The progression of their friendship is so sweet and so funny and genuinely so inspiring. I love how often they remind us that despite how much they bicker with each other that it’s all in good fun and they truly enjoy each other’s company and they’re soulmates….they just love each other so much…I’m okay…

[reiderwriter]

🌞 Just Hanging Out 🌞

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive MINORS DNI 18+

WC: 3k

Summary: To kick off your vacation, you find yourself at Rossi's mansion with your team for a big summer barbeque. A hammock in the garden catches your eye, and you enlist Reid to help you have some fun in the sun.

Warnings: reader is a tease, shy Spencer, sexual arousal (M and F) no physical smut (god I wish we still used the citrus system).

A/N: Here's my second entry to @imagining-in-the-margins CM Summer Sunshine Fic Challenge! Thanks to everyone who helped my pick the plot for this one :) I was also intending for this to be a reply to one of my requests for more BAU reader, but unfortunately tumblr deleted that request so 🤡 I'm tagging the account below anyways, and I have three more BAU reader fics coming in the next two weeks-ish, including my new series That's What You Get, so I hope you like this fic and be sure to look out for the others! Enjoy~

Here's my masterlist and my requests are open!

It was mid-August, and thankfully, the serial killers of America had given up crime for one week of the year to allow you to enjoy some much needed vacation time. The entire team had been put on annual leave, and you were determined to enjoy it to the absolute capacity of your ability.

Despite being together year-round, you actually enjoyed the company of your coworkers, so when Rossi announced he was planning a summer barbeque at his place to kick off your vacation time, you were ecstatic. If Rossi’s barbecuing skills were anything like his pasta making skills, you were expecting to eat yourself into a food coma and not wake up for the next seven days.

“Not a single one of you will touch this grill, stand within a 1 foot radius of this grill or even dare to look at this grill, so help me God, are we understood?” Rossi announced as soon as you arrived, the last of the BAU team to gather in his self-proclaimed mansion. The gardens were beautiful, and the kids were already running riot on the slip and slide that he had set up for them, screaming and giggling in delight.

“Trust me, you’re not getting me near that thing today, Rossi,” you laugh as you pour yourself a glass of wine from the refreshments table. “Last time I was anywhere near a grill I almost died.”

“I don’t remember encountering any unsubs who used grills as their weapon of choice,” JJ laughed at you as she held out her own glass and you gladly filled it for her.

“That’s because it wasn’t on a case, it was a family barbeque when I was 17 and my grandfather thought I should learn some ‘practical skills,’” you shot a grin at her as she rolled her eyes at you and walked away.

You grabbed your glass and looked for somewhere to perch yourself while you took in the sun. Morgan and Prentiss had already grabbed the two sun-loungers on the patio and were both sitting shirtless (with a bikini top on in Prentiss’s case) taking in as much sun as they could. Garcia was similarly sprawled on the deck sofa, and JJ joined her their after grabbing her refreshment, Will stood by the edge of the deck watching over the kids. Hotch had the amazing foresight to bring his own camping chair, and was set up similarly with one eye on Jack and the other on a book in his hand.

And just where you were expecting him, Spencer Reid was stood awkwardly at the edge of the house, in the only spot of shade he could find, leaning slightly against the door, and squinting into the sun.

“Rossi, you got any other chairs I can grab for me and Reid?” you called out to your host.

“There should be some over by the shed, they might need a bit of a dusting down though.”

“Come on pretty boy, you can’t just be standing all day, you’re going to make me feel tired just watching you,” you laughed up at him and caught the flush of his cheeks as he finally caught that you meant him to follow you.

“I’m really fine here over in the shade, I don’t do too great in the sun, anyways. More of an autumnal person, really…”

“I’d feel bad seeing you stand all day, and besides, what if I need a big, strong man to help me carry my chair over?” As he gaped his mouth open and closed looking for a retort, you felt the small flash of victory spread warm your chest. It wasn’t that you liked messing with Reid, it’s that he was an easy target and actually you loved it.

Having joined the team only the year prior, you’d quickly found the genius incredibly endearing, loving to listen to his little monologues about whatever topic had popped into his head that day, often earning groans from your other colleagues as you encouraged him to keep going.

You’d discovered your love of making him squirm a few months into the job, when you had to interrogate a submissive partner of an unsub together. After theorising that the submissive personality had a thing for women who looked like you, especially ones that were pretty dominant and controlling, you’d decided to give him what he wanted. You’d popped the top button, walked into the room and given him your best shot before having to re-strategize.

“What if we send Reid in there with her?” Morgan was the one to suggest, “Have him act a bit touchy, show him something he’s missing out on. We already tried giving him what he wanted, let’s see how he reacts to someone he doesn’t view as a threat getting everything he thinks he’s entitled to.”

It was a good guess, and it worked. You’d walked into the room, and let Reid start asking the questions. He’d gently laid a hand on your thigh, just high enough for the suspect to notice, and you’d done nothing but quietly whisper directly into his ear, watching the entire time to see how the man in front of you would react. He’d cracked in ten minutes and started spewing misogynistic drivel, so angry that he accidentally confessed to the crime and gave away his partner’s location.

It seemed Reid had cracked just a bit too. He’d avoided eye-contact with you for an entire week after that, and whenever he talked to you in that time, it was like his brain short-circuited. You’d bought a genius with an IQ of 187 and an eidetic memory to his knees with a few whispers in his ear, and you loved the rush of power you felt remembering it. The memory of his strong hand on your thigh did nothing to quell your growing attraction towards the man.

“If you wanted someone big and strong, you should’ve asked Morgan,” Reid snapped you out of your thoughts as he diligently followed you in the direction Rossi had pointed. It was a pretty secluded spot in the garden, a little bit away from the action and you were glad to be out of earshot so you could begin your teasing of the Good Doctor.

“I’m sure you’re big and strong in certain places, Spencer,” you smiled at him, and began looking at the chairs.

You spotted it in the corner, then, the perfect tool for your torment. It seemed relatively new, barely used but still pretty sturdy, and you knew this was it.

“Hey, Rossi, what about this hammock in the corner, can I set this up, too?” you shouted back over to the group and grinned up at Reid.

“Do you have a death wish? Because if so, go ahead and tangle with that devil.” Rossi shouted back, not even looking up from the miriad of sausages and burgers he was working on.

“That sounds like a challenge to me, Doc.” You say and you start pulling it out into the sunlight, Reid steps behind you sighing in defeat. He knew that once you had your mind set on something, you were pretty stubborn about completing it.

“Okay, can you give me a boost?” The bed of the hammock fell to about your chest height, and whilst you knew you were probably able to climb in by yourself, you were wearing a particularly short sundress, and as much as you teased Reid, you didn’t exactly want to give the rest of your team and their families an eyeful.

“You want me to try to lift you into this thing?” Reid squeaked out, a look of confusion passing over his features.

“Yeah, just grab my hips and give me a boost and I’ll swing my legs over and straddle it. Then we can see what’s it's like.” He moved cautiously up behind you, letting his hands graze your waist.

“Reid, you’re going to have to hold me a bit tighter than that if we’re actually going to get anywhere.” You placed your hands over his and pushed his grip down stronger; you could practically hear him gulp from behind you. He pushed you up, and you almost had it, but you couldn’t quite pull yourself up and into it.

After a few attempts, you realised it wasn’t going to work. Reluctantly pulling yourself out of Reid’s grip, you turned to face him.

“New plan, you get in first and pull me up.”

“What? I don’t want to go anywhere near that thing, didn’t you hear what Rossi said?”

“Come on Reid, just this once, for me? We have to try at least!” you pouted up at him now with pleading eyes, hoping that you wouldn’t have to resort to batting your eyelashes at him to get him to agree.

“One attempt, and then I’m grabbing a normal chair and leaving, okay?” He negotiated, but you didn’t care and excitedly wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in for a hug.

“Yay, thank you! I love you, Reid, you know that?” you pulled back slightly to deliver that last line, your arms still around his neck, watching the redness spread upto his cheeks.

He mumbled a quick whatever and pulled away to begin his attempts.

Perhaps it was his few extra inches of height or spindly frame, but Reid managed to climb up quite easily, not even rocking the hammock that much in his ascent.

He sat up pretty steadily, and you lifted your arms to him, and that’s when it all started going wrong. You’re combined weight wasn’t enough to break the hammock, but it was enough to set it off into an unsteady rocking that made your stomach lurch slightly. You swung your leg as best you could over Reid’s, already in the hammock, and as soon as you found some purchase there, he lowered one hand to pull your lower body up as well.

It was just unfortunate that the place his hand landed was directly over your ass, and you let out a sharp gasp as he grabbed it tightly and hauled you up to sit directly over him, chest to chest, practically straddling his entire body in the cramped space of the hammock bed.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I meant to grab your hip.” He tried to let go of you and push his hands up where you could see them, but the sudden movement made the hammock lurch dangerously so you snapped your hand over his and forced them back to their previous position.

“No sudden movements, Spencer, I don’t particularly want to be the butt of all jokes for the next year if we fall out of this thing.” You panicked slightly and squirmed a little in your position, trying to explore your range of movement.

“How are we going to get out of this if we can’t move?” he shot back at you, a look of mild discomfort on his face, and an I-told-you-so begging to escape his lips.

“If you just give me a minute to explore our options, maybe I would be able to figure that out.”

“If you keep squirming like that we’re going to have more problems than just how to get down,” he huffed under his breath, but he was so close that it was impossible for you to miss it.

It was your turn to blush now, as you caught his insinuation. With his hand firmly on your ass, and your legs either side of his, you could feel the entire length of his body below you. Each squirm you made the dampness between your legs pool a little bit more and then you in-turn squirmed even more in a vicious cycle.

After a few minutes, there was no denying that the thing prodding your core was Spencer’s sizable… appendage.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry, it’s just a natural reaction,” he groaned out from below you when he realised you could feel it too, and you’d never heard anything so beautiful as the moans he was accidentally vocalising.

“It’s my fault, I’m sorry for being so stubborn about this. Let me see if I can figure something else out,” you cautiously slid your hands up his chest, and he screwed his eyes shut. Pushing against his shoulders, you slowly pulled yourself up to a seated position, doing your best to not rock the hammock too much. The new position did nothing to dampen the friction the two of you were feeling, and you knew that you were a few seconds away from a point of no return. Your hips bucked slightly against him against your will, and you really hoped he hadn’t noticed that was totally not to the benefit of you getting out of the hammock.

You looked down to the ground so you could see how far the descent would be, and if you’d have to call for backup anytime soon. Luckily you thought you’d be able to make it if you just swung your legs over the side and got out as quickly as possible, but fate had other plans.

“Spencer, Y/N what are you two doing over here?” came Emily’s voice from behind you. Spencer’s eyes shot open and he pulled his head up slightly to look at her. However, his movement had rocked the hammock a little bit harder than before, so he had to grab your hip to steady the two of you, pushing you further down into him. You did your best to stifle the moan, biting down hard on your tongue as you did so.

“Oh you know, just hanging out,” he managed to get out in reply, his voice notably higher than it usually was.

“You sure you guys don’t need any help? That doesn’t look like the safest of chairs.” Emily’s questioning stare never lifted and you knew that if she caught wind of what was actually going on, you wouldn’t be able to look her in the eye for an entire year. You couldn’t accept the help.

“Yeah, we were just going to climb down in a second, we’re just checking to see how… sturdy it is right now.”

“Sturdy. Right. Well, Rossi said the food would be ready to start serving in a few minutes and asked me to call you guys over.”

“We’ll be right there, thanks Emily.” You smiled at her and she made to walk away, a suspicious look still on her face.

“What do you mean we’ll be right there, I can’t go over there like this!” Spencer whisper yelled into your ears.

“What else was I supposed to say to get her to go away,” you whisper yelled back. You ran a free hand through your hair, and shifted again, your legs beginning to cramp up a little in the awkward position.

“Okay you get down, I’ll make a break for the bathroom, say all this moving around made me need to pee or something, and then we meet up again on the patio and pretend this never happened?” he said and you nodded quickly.

You began to lift your body weight up and remove your legs from the tangle you were stuck in, and that’s when the hammock reared it’s ugly head for the final time. As you lifted your leg slowly, you accidedntally got your foot stuck in the side of the fabric, and pinned there but still moving, the hammock toppled and spat both of you out unceremoniously.

Reid landed ontop of you with a hard thud. You let out a sweet curse, just as Reid pushed his body weight onto his hands, taking some of the pressure off of you after the fall. You stared up into his eyes as you realised you’d found yourself in yet another compromising situation and you deepeded to a scarlet red as you realised your sundress had blown up completely in your descent, and he was now neatly nestled in between your legs, with your damp underwear on display for him.

Looking down at you, he took a beat too long to react, and you squirmed under his gaze, feeling appropriately trapped, before he sprung up and offered you a hand up.

You took his hand and rearranged your dress, thankful that the smell of the food had distracted everyone from your embarrassing fall.

“Okay, we’re out.” You were flustered and you didn’t know what else to say.

“Yep, that was certainly one way to do it,” Reid replied, as you avoided his gaze. You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he made to do so similarly, trying his best to rearrange himself so the bulge in his pants wasn’t so noticeable.

“You should get to the bathroom.”

“You should get to the food.” He retorted and you finally made to move, but stopped yourself turning around quickly to face the man again.

“Before I go,” you said and you pushed yourself up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss into his mouth, feeling as giddy as a teenager braving her first kiss. You turned away just as fast and made your way back to the party, leaving a flustered and spluttering Reid behind as you made a beeline for the food.

“So, what’d you think of the hammock?” Rossi asked you as you began loading your plate up. You put on your best poker face and begged noone had noticed anything out of the ordinary.

“You were right. That thing is dangerous,” was your only response, and you retreated into the corner to finish your food. You sat there waiting eagerly for Reid to return, not just so you could be in his presence again and see how he was reacting to your kiss, but also so you could get the image of him dealing with his situation out of your mind.

It seemed that being a tease and working him up hadn’t quite ended so well for you that day.

You blamed the hammock.

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AAAAH CONGRATULATIONS ON THE 1.5K BESTIEEEEE 💕💕💕💕

I'm intrigued in finding out what you're gonna cook up with this one

🍒 22.) "Do I make you horny Y/N?" with JJ ofc ;))))))) with him edging reader like crazy

love youuu 💕💕😘

Thank you for your ask baby! I hope you enjoy this! I tried! Sorry it's longer than I anticipated. Let me know what you think!

Do I Make You Horny?

Pairings: BestFriend!JJ x Fem!Reader

Warnings: I think it's literally just oral (Fem. receiving) and edging...if not let me know!

Summary: Read the ask ^

Author's Note: I hope you like it! I tried!

Y/N's POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" JJ squealed to his best friend that splashed him with water. Pope only laughed in response as JJ started pulling his shirt off over his head. I couldn't help but squeeze my thighs together when I saw his wet abs. It was only us three today because the others had work or were busy to some capacity.

My eyes wandered my best friend's toned body as I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. I tried so hard to focus on literally anything else. The guys started walking towards me so I tried to re-adjust myself. "Hey sorry Y/N something came up and I'm gonna have to leave." My eyes met with a sad Popes. "That's okay Pope, we can hang later." I smiled at him before he walked away. "Does that mean you're leaving too?" I look to JJ. "No, we're friends too, we can hang, unless ya don't wanna.." He said shrugging his shoulders. "No!" I shout. My cheeks went hot from embarrassment. I tried to hide it as he sat at the foot of my long beach chair. "I mean no, I'd like to hang with you Jay." I said once I figured out how to speak correctly again. He chuckled lightly to himself before looking me in the eyes. "C'mon let's go to the chateau." He helps me off the chair and we pack up, heading towards John B's house.

JJ POV:

"Pope what the fuck?!" I threw my hands in the air after he splashed me with water. I hated the feeling of a wet T-shirt, it didn't sit right with me so I took it off and threw it to the side. "Yo, looks like you've got an admirer." Pope points toward Y/N, who is staring at me like she is ready to devour me. "Fuck me..." Is all I could mutter. "Maybe you should go sort that out.." My best friend winked at me and patted my back. "You sure bro?" I asked, feeling bad about leaving him hanging. "Dude, plenty of time to catch up later. Go get em tiger." He pats me on the back before we walk over to her and explain that he needed to leave. When we got over there, she looked so flustered, it made my dick tug in my jeans.

I finally got her to agree to go back to the chateau with me. She hopped on my bike after I did and she seemed a little scared. "Gotta hold on Y/N." I tried to grab her arms and pull them around my torso but she pulled away. I couldn't see her face but I bet her cheeks are beat red right now. "C'mon I won't bite, gotta hold on to me." I say teasingly. She still didn't listen so I threw my kickstand up and jerked the bike forward, it made her fall into my back and hold on tight. I smirked to myself and drove us to JB's house.

When we got there she seemed so on edge, I tried handing her a beer, even trying to get her to have a smoke sesh but nothin. She just sat there with her hands between her thighs. They squeezed her clasped hands and she couldn't look me in the eyes. She was so turned on. I can't lie, seeing her like this made my dick twitch. "Hey y'alright?" I ask trying to have some sort of conversation. "I'm fine, we just never hang out, alone." That's the point. Needed her alone. Needed her to myself. I walk over and sit next to her on the couch. My hand gently placed itself on her thigh before I took the last swig of my beer. "So?" I ask curiously. "So...it's not like awkward?" She still couldn't look at me. Her thighs seemed to be squeezing tighter now that I was so close. "Why would it be awkward?" I try to get her eyes on mine without touching her. She stayed silent.

I asked again. "Y/N. Why would it be awkward?" I say and as soon as I'm finished with my sentence, I grab her chin and tilt it up so her gorgeous eyes are on mine. I must have done it a little forcefully based on the whimper that shot out of her mouth. A smirk gathered on my lips as I squeezed her thigh, eliciting a moan from her lips. I bring her face closer, now more intimidating. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I ask and watch as her cheeks flushed. "W-wha-" She was frantic before I shushed her. "Hey, it's okay.." I released her hands from her thighs "..got me excited too princess." I say and place one of her hands on my covered cock. Her mouth shot open in surprise.

"I don't know what you're talking about Jay..." She stood up fast and wrapped her arms around herself. "Y/N.." I warned, standing slowly. "Come here." I motioned with my fingers. Surprisingly she complied. I dip my head next to her ear and place my finger in the band of her shorts, sliding back and forth teasingly. "So you're telling me, that if I dip my fingers in that sweet little pussy of yours.." I exhale deeply. "..you won't soak my fingers?" My hand traveled lower, I heard her gasp from my touch when I reached her clit. Pushing past, I slowly meet her entrance before sliding them in with ease. She gasped louder this time. "Still don't know what I'm talking about?" I asked, pulling my fingers from her hole and bringing them between our faces, showing off just how slick she was with one pump. I looked her in the eyes as I sucked her juices off of me. "So sweet..gonna let me taste some more princess?" She was awfully quiet today, nothing like her. "I see the uncertainty in your eyes princess, why don't we have a trial run, you let me eat you out and if it doesn't work or is too overwhelming, we never talk about it again." I smile at her. "What if it does.." She questioned, her cheeks were hot. "Then we'll talk about this, but for now I really wanna dip my tongue in you...gonna let me?" She nods and I lead her to the bedroom.

By the time I got her bottoms and panties off, she was breathing heavily and trying to hide. I reassured her that I was so excited to see her beautiful body. Eventually she trusted me and opened up for me. My first finger found its way to her opening and ran up and down her slit. "I'm gonna ask you again, since I didn't like your answer last time." I chuckled and looked up at her. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked as her cheeks blared red. "Ye-yes." She whispered. "Yes what princess?" I teased and continued moving my finger up and down. "Ye-yes daddy-" Y/N said. It spilled right out of her mouth. She looked extremely embarrassed, but I was hot and bothered by it. "Not what I was asking for, but I like your response better." I smirk. "Keep calling me that princess." My tongue poked out and I placed it at the bottom of her entrance. I slid it up slowly to her clit and back down.

As my tongue picked up pace while swirling all around, my fingers found her nipples and pinched them. I looked up for a moment and saw that she was covering her mouth, she was still being quiet. I pulled my mouth away and got close to her. Y/N whined when I got close. "I was about to cum.." Shock was written over my face. "Princess. I highly doubt that. You didn't make a peep." I laid next to her. "No I swear I was so close!" She exclaimed. "Okay well you're gonna have to let me hear those pretty little sounds come from your lips if ya want me to do my job right." I smirked and her cheeks heated up again. She was so easy to fluster. I loved it. Y/N nodded in response and I got back to work.

I looked up from my position between her legs and noticed she was subconsciously starting to cover her mouth again, so I did what anyone else would do and bit her clit. She let out a loud moan and rolled her hips on my face.

I replayed that moment in my head so many times in the moment and tried not to bust in my shorts. My lips stayed on her clit and sucked as my fingers started pushing inside her. "Oh shit- Jay-" She moaned again. As much as I loved hearing my name on her lips, I asked her to call me something else. I pulled away again, removing my fingers as well. "What did you call me princess?" I smirked as she whined. She looked up at me with an annoyance in her eyes. "Your name!" She crossed her arms. "That's not my name right now princess..you know that." I slapped her clit lightly and her body jerked. "I'm sorry." She huffed. I gave her a look telling her she was missing something. "I'm sorry- daddy.." She rolled her eyes. I laughed. "That'll do for now, we'll talk about your attitude later." I squatted in front of her again, taking the same position I'd been in this entire time.

My tongue went into her hole and I flicked it up and down slowly. Her small hands found my hair, tugging gently, though she'd probably think she was being too rough. "Please- more.." She gasped. "More what princess..?" I asked and went back in. "Please give me more daddy.." She barely got through her sentence before I picked up my pace and fucked her with my tongue. My hand traveled to her clit and rubbed harsh circles, making more moans slip out. My mouth left her opening and spit on her lower lips. I sucked on them a little before my tongue went to her clit and my fingers went back inside her hole. Her moans were more intense now.

I chuckled and pulled my lips away from her and slowed my fingers down, not to a stop, just enough for her to want more. "Look at me. Look me in the eyes princess.." I said slightly above a whisper. She's such a good girl, her eyes fell to mine. "Do I make you horny, Y/N? " I smirked. "Y-you- asked that already..please- faster.." Y/N whined. "C'mon princess, just answer the question and you'll get what you want.."

A whimper left her lips. My fingers pumped slowly inside of her, not picking up any pace. "Mmmm please-" Maybe she wasn't a good girl. My free hand went to her clit and slapped it harder than last time. "Yes daddy! Yes you make me horny!" She screamed, for everyone to hear. Thankfully no one was home. Actually I'm not sure I'd care if they had heard her coming undone for me. I sped up and reattached my lips to her clit, licking and sucking on it until her back arched off the bed.

"Gonna cum for me princess?" I moved for a brief moment and immediately went back. "Mmm- uh-huh, f-fuck.." She breathed out through moans. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue so I could taste her. Soon enough she released in my mouth while she screamed my name. My tongue cleaned up any cum that I may have missed and I went up to lay with her.

"So.." I teased. Y/N chuckled with her eyes closed. "Jay- let's talk later, let me catch my breath then I'm sucking your dick." I laughed so hard. "Okay pri-" She cut me off. "No- You think you can edge me a few times and think you can just get away with that? I don't think so." Oh fuck. I should've thought about that. "Fine princess, just go easy on me.." I smiled. "Yeah, sure. You're cute."

[buggyboba]

✦ October 15th | Face Sitting

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↳ ○ | Welp, here I am again, offering you filth. It's day fifteen, and we have 7 more to go, as well as some requests, which are still open, I take nsfw/sfw requests. I hope everyone is enjoying our romp into writing loads of smut, as well as new characters, I have a few new ones I enjoy so I'll certainly be doing more with them, outside of Kinktober. Anyway here is some 10 x reader, being naughty in the Tardis.

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↳ ○ A lazy day in the Tardis leads to The Doctor taking care of his companion.

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↳ ○ Tenth Doctor x Reader

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↳ ○ Jerking off, face sitting, eating out (Female receiving,), blow job (male receiving), swallowing cum.

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↳ ○ 1600

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You had woken up late, but that was okay. You and The Doctor had agreed that today would be a ‘lazy’ day. You didn’t get many lazy days; it was always running and adventures, but he did say that he needed to do some maintenance and that a ‘Lazy’ day was fine. You got up from the bed and moved to pull on today’s clothing. You stretched, feeling your muscles stretch out. It would be a good day to rest. You considered sleeping in more, maybe taking a full-day nap, but you dragged yourself out to the dining area, got some tea, and moved to find him. The Doctor was buzzing around the console like a busy bee, and you yawned exhausted by just watching him. “Lazy means relaxing, you know,” you said lightly, taking a sip of your tea. He looked at you and grinned, moving over towards you.

“Because I’m the only one that took the lazy day seriously, come on now. I know you don’t know what the word means, but relax.” You urged, “You got up early and have been working on the tardis since; I can see the oil smugs and the fact you are only in your shirt and vest, and it’s covered in oil. Take a break, enjoy our lazy day; we don’t get them often.” You watched as he shifted, rubbing the back of his neck before sighing.

“Morning, you are awake late.” He said, looking you over, and you shook your head.

“Yeah, okay… But there is still so much to do, so much we could go see; there are the hanging gardens; there is a rather ethical free-range safari planet.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You shook your head, you understood he had to keep moving, he didn’t like focusing on the past too much, and it had been getting a little harder lately, so you understood his need for distractions, you really did. However relaxing was also essential, and you were not a Time Lord; you couldn’t just keep going and going; you loved the adventure, the thrill, and getting to be with him; he was great, fun, funny, and he cared about you in a way that you needed. You were his companion, his friend, and you wanted to be there for him in any capacity. Of course, you thought he was handsome, and you liked his stupid face, and you liked when he held you; you liked when he got needy and had to touch you. You shook your head free of the thoughts that were growing more and more impure. 

“Starman,” you started, your affectionate nickname for him, “It is a lazy day. We can do all that tomorrow, today we are going to relax, I’m going to bathe.” You held your hand up when he went to talk. “We can go get some breakfast, and we can do something domestic; do you remember domestic, like not running away from Daleks or Cybermen? No dangerous adventures today.” You said looking at him pouting a bit, he studied you for a moment and then relented, nodding. 

“Okay, okay.” He raised his hands in defeat. “You are going to go bathe? You take forever...” He clicked his tongue against his teeth before he leaned back against the console. You moved to the bathroom; he was right; you did enjoy taking long showers; you liked the warm water and the moment of relaxation. But you knew you couldn’t stay there forever, so you turned the water off and did a cursory dry of your body before wrapping the towel around you. Heading out, you went to his bedroom, where you had moved in; he didn’t object, so you happily shared his room with him. 

You paused when you saw him lying on the bed with nothing on, his arm under his head, and his other hand slowly stroking himself. At least he was relaxing; you cleared your throat and smirked, leaning against the door frame as you watched him. He got his own cheeky smirk and tilted his head to look at you. “You take forever,” he muttered out. “Right, well, come here.” He shifted and got comfortable. You moved to walk over to the bed, moving to sit on the edge. “No, come here.” He smirked more. His hand moved from himself and from behind his head to pull you closer, to straddle his head. You blinked, keeping yourself from sitting down like you assumed he wanted you to do. 

“Whatcha doing?” You breathed as he pulled your towel down, his eyes glancing over you, his fingers dragging down your stomach to your thighs, holding them suddenly. “S-Starman,” you breathed out.

“Turn around,” he muttered, urging you to do as he asked. You nodded and quickly moved to turn your knees flush with the crook of his neck on either side of his head, but now you came face to face with his cock. You were about to say something when he wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them down, while he pushed his face forward, his tongue taking a long lap, as he forced you down more to sit against his face as his tongue explored. You gasped out, and your attempt to buck up and off was thwarted as he held you tightly; you were exactly where he wanted you to be. You let your hands rest on his rapidly rising and falling chest; his tongue moved, exploring and writhing, aiming to bring you the most pleasure. Lapping at you, taking your taste in, how delicious he found you, how sweet you were, like honey. His hands gripped your thighs tighter, keeping you pressed down against him. You were worried about suffocating him, but then you remembered the time he mentioned he had a respiratory bypass, and you were sure if you were suffocating him, he could push you off. Your hips rocked weakly; you could see his cock twitching from need and moved one hand, leaning forward a bit.

You grabbed his length and stroked him; the angle was a bit odd, but you felt him exhale and groan against your core, his tongue teased at your dripping entrance. You let out a puff of air and made a soft sound in the back of your throat. “Feels good,” you murmured out, which elicited a nod and growled sound from him. The way his tongue moved and his mouth pressed against you, god, it was all so delightful. You leaned forward more to let your mouth get closer. You collected a fair amount of saliva and spit it against his tip, using your hand to spread it down his shaft. His hips arched and bucked against your hand; you felt him sucking against you before he moved one of his hands from your thigh down to your mound, moving his middle finger to rub circles against your clit. This new action had you writhing, and a louder groan escaped your parted lips as he pulled you back closer. You could feel the pleasure pooling in your stomach, how your muscles were tighter, and how your thighs shook a bit around his head. You felt your breaths become shorter as they were in between lower groans; you spilled the nickname from your lips like a prayer. His hand tightened on your thigh, and his finger moved in tighter, quicker circles around your clit, until you arched and all but screamed as you felt yourself push over the edge and cum against his mouth. Your body jolted, and you couldn’t help slumping forward your head on his stomach as he slowly let you go. You panted against his skin, and you felt his hands rub up the back of your thighs and against your ass, groping and massaging as you came down. You felt his cock twitch by your head, and you knew he would wait for you to come down more, but you pushed yourself up, one of your hands steadying you beside his hip. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth; this pulled a low growl from his throat. 

“You..you don’t have to." He breathed out, but you were already sucking, and letting your tongue circle the tip before you took him farther into your mouth, bobbing and stroking what wasn’t in your mouth, you felt his hips lift again, his fingers tightened against your skin as if holding on for dear life. You closed your eyes and continued; he wrapped his arms around your hips, forcing them down against his chest as he groaned out. “Mm, right, Nova, just like that.” He breathed out using the affectionate pet name he used for you, His Nova; that was the only nickname that mattered; it fit you perfectly, His Nova. 

You groaned against him, and he tried not to buck more, but your mouth just felt too good. “I’m close,” he breathed out, a warning so you could choose what to do. You didn’t take your mouth away, but let your tongue flatten against him, feeling his needy twitch. How he tensed up, he muttered something in Gallafreyan and bucked his hips when he couldn’t stop himself, seeking deeper into your warm, wet mouth. After a moment, you felt the hot seed splatter against the back of your throat and against your tongue. You waited a moment before you sat up, swallowing what was in your mouth and wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. He lay boneless against the bed, coming down. You moved to lay next to him, wrapping your arm around him as you cuddled into his side; his hand lazily rubbed your back as he breathed. At least the lazy day would be a really lazy day now. Laying in bed, taking pleasure in each other, you knew you would order in some carb-heavy food, it was going to be a great lazy day.

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[mayasaurusss]

Day seven: bonfire with friends.

(no romantic pairings)

A/N: I fucking hate when Tumblr glitches and makes me write a post more than four times.

This takes place in an hypotetical 3rd season timeline.

When the crash happened, it felt like every crumble of life the group had had been sucked away from them.

There was nothing to look forward to. Nothing to make the dread go away. Nothing at all other than hunger and death.

You'd spend the nights inside the cabin, trying to warm up against one another. No one would speak, no one would say anything.

Happy moments usually happened randomly. Someone would say that they wished to do, like playing in the leaves, and the others would follow.

You sigh, looking at the soil you sits on. The cabin has burnt down last winter,and now that the cold is approaching once more, the situation seems more dire than usual. If they don't miracously get rescued, they will all die out here.

Everyone around the camp is busy preparing for winter: someone is cutting wood, other are building makeshift houses, others are gathering all possible herbs and Natalie has gone hunting. You are taking Mari's place as the cook today, since she so graciously decided to leave her position to do God knows what. At least she gave it to you and not Misty. You hope your cooking won't make the group hear voices from the trees.

You look at the pot of dubious lookign food you are stirring, chunks of meat and herbs bubbling up on the surface. This moment, with everyone working around the campfire, make you remeber when you went camping with your family when you were a child.

"Fuck, I wish we had something like s'mores instead of..." the red coloured water makes a loud pop, before returning dormant once more, "...this".

"Well, we don't have them. So" Shauna has been very, very tired. You can see it in her eyes how a part of her died when Jackie, her baby and Javi died. She was the one tha suffered the most out here.

"Well, yeah, we don't have 'em" your reflection moves on the surface of the water. "But we can still have a party. You know, like-" Shauna stops chopping down the meat abruptly, likely thinking of slicing your throath with the knife. You can almost feel the blade at your throath, "Like...we did once".

She hums and continues to chop away. "Hmh, we could do something" Misty says, "anything really, for that matter".

"Right?! Like. I dunno...dancing?"

"If Natalie somehow comes back with something, we will have a party" Shauna says, chopping so hard that her finger almost flies off. Too bad, could have been a nice snack.

"We got something" Nat and Travis come back from the woods, dragging a deer carcass behind them.

You and Misty both gasp and look at eachother, your one shaired braincell automatically acting up. Shauna's only answer is "Oh you got to be shitting me!".

Cuts to the whole lot of you hanging around the campfire, dressed with warm clothes and crowns made of fern and whitering flowers.

Natalie is silent near Travis; she seems annoyed or bothered, but the truth is that she's listening to the sound you all make. She won't ever tell you, but since the crash, it has become her favourite sound. She knows you are all alive and alright.

Lottie seems distant, like she has been for the past year, ever since her pills had finished. Who knows what's going on in her head.

Mari, Gen and Melissa are haninging out togheter, probably gossping about someone or something from back home. Alikah just exists near them.

Taissa and Van are nowhere to be seen. They are probably doing something togheter in the woods.

Misty has sat next to you and is rambling about some phylosophers. She has the incredible capacity to jump from one topic to the other, and before you cna realize, she's talking about medical stuff and how to reinsert a bone in it's structure.

Shauna is alone. Her eyes bore into the fire's blinding light. Despite begin the closest to it, she has never felt so lonley and cold. Her friend isn't here. Her baby isn't here.

You excuse yourself from Misty's grasp for a moment and sat next to Shauna. She barley aknowledges your presence and continues to watch the fire.

"Hey..." you don't even bother asking her if she's fine. You already know she's not. No one here is fine.

"Hey" Shauna says, not making an effort into having a conversation with you.

You humm, hoping that she'd get the hint and tell you what's wrong, but alas, that does not happen.

"You...want to talk about it?" you facepalm yourself from how stupid the question sounds. Of course she doesn't want to talk about it.

"No" her answer is quick, blunt. But as she says it, something breaks in Shauna's heart. She's tired. She's tired of not taking about it, she's tired of repressing her emotions, she is tired of begin alone.

"But...can you stay here, please?" the question comes out strained, threatening to make her spill tears.

Her body reacts faster than her mind can, and she rests her head on your thighs. The position is awkward, she had mayasaurusss

to position her body sideways, and everyone is looking at her, but she doesn't care.

"Can you tell me a story?" it's like she's a kid again, asking for mother to tell her just one last story before bed time.

You take the first thing that comes to mind and begin to tell.

As if moths drawn to a flame, everyone starts to gather around you, hanging onto every word of your story, until sooner or later, they fall asleep near you.

The night has become dark and cold, but here near the fire, you can't feel it bite at your skin.

Your eyelids feel heavy, and before long, your dreams bring you far from here, to home.

Under the starry night, with your friends by your side and the fire crackling, it feels like you can do anything. Maybe you will be okay.

[gt-preys]

Trying something new...

A continuation of 'Stubbornness is key'.

Giant Steve x giant Eddie x tiny male reader

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(Y/N) had been hanging around Eddie more since he rescued them, and had even begun coming to Eddie and Steve's shared apartment. Not that Steve was complaining, they barely took up any space. But everytime he sees (Y/N) he's reminded of what Eddie did.

The image of his tiny body sticking out from between the metalhead's lips was burned into his mind.

He can't help but think about how he was able to feel the tiny man resting in Eddie's stomach.

Eddie had been so casual about it.

Steve shakes his head free of that train of thought. He just needed to forget about it, it was in the past.

There's no way he's going to be able to work on his paper while he's distracted like this. Sighing, the teen stands up front his desk and heads for the door. He heads out into the kitchen to refill his glass. Making it to the kitchen, the human pauses in the doorway to watch the tiny being climbing the ladder Eddie had drilled into the counter.

He hadn't even been aware they had come over today.

He takes a few steps into the room as (Y/N) reaches the countertop, he greets them softly as he nears the sink. "Oh" they gasp softly, turning to acknowledge him "hi Steve" the tiny smiles softly. The sound of running water fills the room as the glass fills .

(Y/N) makes his way towards the little bowl of treats Eddie kept out for when their smaller friends visited. "Study got you hungry?" Steve asks with a friendly smile as he shuts off the water, turning to face the tiny as he leans against the counter. "Stress eating" they give a huffed laugh and Steve gives a small chuckle "understable."

(Y/N) had known Steve was home, Eddie had mentioned the brunette had been in his room all day writing a paper due for the end of the week. So he shouldn't have been suprised by the giant's appearance, but maybe that was more so to do with the fact that Steve was shirtless. Still he's a respectful tiny, his dad had raised him right and so (Y/N) kept his eyes on Steve's face.

"So, how goes being friends with the freak?" They both laugh at the tease. He had quickly learnt that Steve wasn't who he had been before, and that he was in fact, pretty chill to be around. "It's good" the tiny grins shyly, biting into the chocolate they had chosen.

Things were going really well. The two had grown closer since the incident, spending most days together. Just hanging out as friends do. Sometimes he would stay the night and Eddie would fall asleep with them curled up on his chest with his hand resting over them. All of which only made his crush on the human grow stronger.

He was hopelessly smitten for the goofy metalhead.

Steve takes a long drink from his glass as he debates what to say next. He wants to ask about that day, incident. How had it felt? What did they feel? He can't understand why he's so hooked on what they did.

"So" he starts swiping his tongue across his bottom lip as he pauses "I'm glad what happened hasn't put a damper on your guys friendship." Not exactly as smooth as he was hoping to phrase the question. (Y/N) cocks his head to the side with a questioning hum. "Y'know with Eddie storing you and all that."

Steve watches the tiny's cheeks warm with their blush at the mention of what they let Eddie do. "Yeah, no. I'm happy too" he smiles softly "I was...it was a lot" he gives an awkward laugh. "Honestly thought I might never be able to look him in the eye again" Steve gives a chuckle as he takes another sip of his water.

Steve taps his fingers against the counter trying to look nonchalant. They're already on the subject...he may as well ask him. "What was it like?" He watches them with a curious gaze. They had looked so unsure between Eddie's lips, but then he had agreed to stay stored for the night at Eddie's request. Which he wouldn't have done if it hadn't been comfortable to some capacity.

(Y/N) blinks, taken aback by the question. "Oh um" he mumbles, unsure of how to respond. (Y/N) shifts from foot to foot under Steve's gaze. The latter begins to open his mouth to tell him 'not to worry about it', 'to just forget he asked'. But the tiny is already speaking. "It felt...strange. like a weird massage when-." He was tasting me. "You know." He plays with the hem of his shirt. "It was...nice. Like I felt safe."

The tiny is pink cheeked by the end of his response. Steve shifts, watching them curiously "did you enjoy it?" He asks feeling braver in his questioning. (Y/N) flushes at his words, but still he nods "I did."

"Would you do it again?" Steve asks, placing his glass in the sink. He tries to sound only mildly interested. This time there's a pause and Steve looks to find the tiny has shrunk in on himself, shyly. "Yeah, I would" he answers, seeming embarrassed of his admittance.

Steve wets his lips, biting at the skin as he debates what he's about to admit. But it only seems fair. "I can't stop thinking about it." No turning back now. "How I could feel you in there" just a faint bump beneath Eddie's skin. "I know it's a lot to ask but, could I try storing you?"

It goes silent. The two locked in a staring match. (Y/N)'s eyes are wide with shock, his little mouth hanging open just the slightest bit. There's a lump in Steve's throat where his heart has lodged itself. His mouth is dry as he waits for some kind of reaction, some indication of what's going on in the tiny's head.

Finally he manages to pull himself together enough to give a slow nod. "Yeah" his voice is so small and yet oddly loud in the silence of the kitchen. Steve blinks in suprise. He hadn't actually expected them to agree to his request. "Really?" His shock shows on his face, though there's a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yeah."

(Y/N) definitely found Steve attractive, not to mention he's a sweet, funny guy. He has no fear that the giant would harm him or ignore him if he wanted to back out. He can't help but feel a small sliver of worry. Things had been going so well with Eddie, they had grown closer. Bonded. Would that change when Eddie inevitably finds out that he let Steve store him?

He's brought out of his thoughts at the gentle pinch of Steve's thumb and forefinger on the back of his shirt. He's careful as he plucks the tiny up to let them dangle before his face. "Thank you" he smiles shyly, eyes darting over their tiny form. He receives a stiff nod, those wide eyes never leaving their own.

Tilting his head back, Steve carefully lowers the tiny into his open mouth. Their legs slide against his tongue, spreading their taste across its plush surface. His lips close around (Y/N)'s hips with a soft hitched breath.

It's unlike anything he's ever done before.

He can feel the way they shift slightly on his tongue. Shy, uncertain. It has his heart racing. Holy shit, this is happening. Pink rises in his cheeks as he swipes his tongue against the tiny, shuddering a small exhale at the tiny's taste.

So sweet and light.

Delicious.

"Is this okay?" Steve slurs around (Y/N)'s body where he rests in the giant's maw. They squirm at the buzz that Steve's words send through their body. "Yeah, it's fine" they mumble out, unable to look at his face.

Steve's eyes wander to the reflection in the glass cabinet and something inside of him preens at the sight of (Y/N)'s body sticking out from between his lips.

So perfect.

Just a soft weight against his bottom lip.

"Hey (Y/N) so I was thinking..."

Steve turns his attention to the kitchen's doorway in shock, the tiny makes a small noise of suprise at the sudden movement.

His roommate, Eddie, stands in the doorway. Eyes wide in suprise as he takes in the sight before him. Steve leans back against the counter, (Y/N) sticking out from between his full pink lips.

"Eddie it's not what it looks like, I let him" (Y/N) tries to explain, looking the metalhead upside down. Eddie says nothing as he slowly makes his way across the room, his eyes never leaving the two.

He comes to a stop just in front of the jock. Steve's in shock and unsure of what to do. He wants to apologise to Eddie for trying to store his friend, but Eddie isn't focused on him right now.

"It's okay" the metalhead reasures his tiny friend, stroking a finger over (Y/N)'s head. His eyes flick up to meet Steve's, the jock looks like a deer in headlights with those white brown eyes. "You get curious, big boy?" A small smirk tugs the corner of his lip up.

Steve makes a small noise in the back of his throat, getting a shiver from the tiny. "It's alright, I'm not jealous" he assures, there's a gleam in his eyes as he leans in to place a quick kiss on the top of the tiny's head. Pink rises in Steve's cheeks at how close those lips had been to his.

He's completely frozen as Eddie's hand comes to rest on his cheek. "I'd still like a taste though" he hums, big dark eyes flicking down to Steve's lips and the breathless tiny caught between them. Eddie moves slowly, giving Steve plenty of opportunity to back out or stop him but he doesn't.

Eddie's lips part to pass over (Y/N), pressing into Steve's lips as they come to rest on the tiny. Steve gasps but is quick to reciprocate the kiss. (Y/N) is held between the two, his upper half is sprawled out across Eddie's tongue and his lower half is trapped in Steve's mouth.

Eddie tilts his head pressing into Steve, his hand resting on the other man's hip. The metalhead's tongue slips down (Y/N)'s body, attempting to pull them into his mouth. Steve's eyes snap open with an offended noise, teeth lightly coming together to keep the tiny held in place. Eddie simply chuckles into the kiss.

(Y/N) gasps feeling Steve's teeth on his thighs, the cavern around him rumbling with Eddie's laugh. Steve's hand comes up to tangle in Eddie's hair as he deepens the kiss, jostling the tiny held between them.

The two kiss some more before Eddie finally pulls back, lifting a hand to caress (Y/N)'s face softly. The way he's looking at them makes them want to melt.

And don't they look perfect like this? Little mouth panting, so exhausted from the combined attention of himself and Steve.

Wonderful.

Eddie places his finger on the top of (Y/N)'s head, pushing the tiny into Steve's mouth completely. "There we go, handsome" he grins, his thumb brushing across Steve's lips.

His hand drifts down to push on Steve's chin, easing his head back. "Now swallow" he mumbles, moving to lay his palm over the jock's throat. (Y/N) gasps as their legs are caught by Steve's throat, dragging them down into his gullet. Eddie grins feeling them pass by, making such a lovely bump as they pass behind his hand.

"Holy shit!" Steve shudders feeling them pass through his chest, slipping deeper into him. An entire person. They drop into his stomach the brunette's breath hitches at the sudden tiny weight settling inside of him. "Woah" he mumbles, hands coming up to caress his abdomen. Eddie leans in to place his face beside Steve's. "A tiny fit for a king" Eddie hums in his ear as he moves to hold Steve's waist in a hug.

"Are you okay in there?" Steve asks as he stares down between their bodies at his stomach where (Y/N) now rests. "Yeah, I'm okay. How about you?" Oh that small voice tugs at his heart. "Feels good" he admits softly.

Eddie chuckles, taking Steve's hand and begins dragging him through to the living room. Once they reach it, Eddie pushes him down onto the couch. "Get comfy" he smiles, climbing onto the couch after him. "It's your first time, you're going to want a nap." Eddie kneels above Steve, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead.

The metalhead then shuffles down the couch to lay down and press his ear to the man's abdomen. To which Steve goes beet red.

"Hey there, sweetheart" Eddie smirks against the warm skin of Steve's stomach. "Hi Eddie" comes the shy muffled voice from within. "You comfortable in there, darling?"

Steve cranes his neck to look down his torso, watching as Eddie talks to their tiny.

Wait.

Their tiny?

"Yeah... it's warm and comfy." Steve gasps as (Y/N) runs his hand against the stomach wall. Eddie hums, delighted with their response. "good" he kisses Steve's stomach and the jock freezes, cheeks darkening at the gentle affection.

Eddie isn't done praising them yet though. "You looked so pretty between Stevies lips" the metalhead teases "so perfect, wish I'd have been watching from the beginning." Both Steve and (Y/N) are red in the face at the compliments.

He presses lightly on Steve's stomach, able to feel the small lump (Y/N) makes beneath Steve's muscles. The jock gasps as (Y/N) is gently squished between his walls. "Such pretty men" Eddie compliments, his eyes flicking up to look at Steve as he grins.

(Y/N) squirms with the compliments, in turn earning a gasp from Steve and a wider grin from Eddie. "He was really gentle with me...you both were" the tiny replies. Eddie coos at the small voice "and you were so brave."

"How does it feel?" Eddie asks as he holds eye contact with Steve. "Safe" Steve positively melts at the tiny's admittance. (Y/N) doesn't even realise how much of an affect he's having on the giant.

Steve covers his blushing face with his hands whilst Eddie grins up at him. "How's it feel having him in there wriggling around?" He asks, pressing his hand a little firmer into Steve's abdomen again. "Feels so good right? Bet you feel pretty protective right now?" Steve's mouth falls open at the action, his cheeks somehow getting darker. "Big strong man keeping his little human safe?"

Eddie's enjoying himself, taking every opportunity he can to tease the two. Meanwhile Steve is still stuck on 'his little human'.

His crush, his human. So safe.

He doesn't understand why he feels so happy, so content with someone inside of him. He had just wanted to try it once...

But now he's not so sure it'll be a one time thing.

Of course, Eddie had been right. Steve ends up drifting with (Y/N) still tucked away inside, Eddie's head resting above them on his abdomen. It's the first good night's rest he's had in awhile.

"Steve?" (Y/N) calls out softly. "He's asleep, darling. Did you need something?" Eddie answers, a gentle murmur against Steve's skin. "Oh that's good" he replies. He knows Steve suffers with insomnia. "No, I just wanted to ask if he'd be alright with me taking a nap" Eddie hums against Steve's stomach.

"Get some rest love, I'll wake you when Steve's up." With that (Y/N) huddles up and quickly drifts off with Eddie stroking his thumb against Steve's stomach.

[roo-bastmoon]

LOCK IT DOWN, Y'ALL

Puppykitties, I do not mean this harshly, but distractions, drama, and sabotage happen with every comeback and never more so than with Jimin.

We are in the fight of our lives for placement on the charts and awards on music programs. We need fewer filtered streams and much higher sales.

WE HAVE MONEY TO SPEND FOR JIMIN AND VERY FEW TO STEP UP AND MAKE AN ACCOUNT TO BUY:

We absolutely cannot focus on trash talk and ship discourse right now.

Yes, I know today there was a lot of excitement. Joon, Yoongi, Tae, JK, and others (many others in the industry) went to Harry Styles' concert today and it very much appears that Jimin and J-Hope did not. How do I know? Because there's photos of the Tannies on their personal time all over my timeline when there should be screenshots of streaming and voting.

It's disappointing because Jungkook just got done saying he was human too and asking us not to stalk him during his private time. I know some folks feel like if you're out in public, you are "fair game." But that's my point: they aren't game, they aren't prey--they are people and they deserve to be able to hang out with their friends and not have it scrutinized and weaponized. So just know it's always best to let THEM be the ones to share such info, like Joon and Tae did on their insta.

You best believe, the more we pressure them like this, the less we'll get of them.

The last time we saw Jikook together off-schedule, just the two of them alone, they got in a car to leave from the airport in April of 2022. A few days later, the gossip rags sabotaged Jimin's first OST With You with a bullshit scandal about missing insurance premium payments and his apartment "seizure" (on paper).

And ever since that day, we have not seen Jikook hang out in any personal capacity, unless you count the arcade in DC with Hobi and Her. Not once have we seen them alone. POINTEDLY.

There's been blurry CCTV photos of two people in a mini mart and whispers from K forums of folks seeing them around the neighborhood, but nothing concrete; they don't even mention each other in TMIs any more.

We KNOW they have hung out, as per inferences from their family, tattoo artist, and boxing coach, but no solid evidence from the primary source, even when directly asked. Again, POINTEDLY.

And yet when they are together for a work thing or online, they get along like a house on fire. They slap butts and tap hands and do cute things for each other's birthdays and get into giggle fits and compliment each other and flirt like crazy on WeVerse. Jungkook has issued several emphatic invitations for Jimin to come to him and told us to look forward to his teaser at midnight.

But they aren't sharing their relationship with us like they used to, so we honestly do not know if they hang out in person much these days.

P.O.I.N.T.E.D.L.Y.

Not because there's any indication of bad blood or a whiff of a breakup. Our little perfectionist is booked and busy, and our golden maknae was taking time to recharge.

You need to remember that since solo era was mentioned, Jimin has been writing, composing, and recording his own songs.

He's traveled abroad multiple times--Chicago, LA, NYC, Paris--to name a few.

He's hosted people who have traveled to Korea to work with him.

The producers admonished him for not taking breaks to eat or shower and in fact sleeping in the studio for many nights.

He's had to rehearse for music shows, concerts, his collab, and his own music videos.

He's been training so hard on new choreo that he was in too much pain to join Jin for his birthday and you KNOW how our boy feels about his members' birthdays.

He's filmed RUN content and commercials and a documentary and all sorts of stuff for his own album.

He's had work as brand ambassador for Dior and Tiffany's beyond just Fashion Week, which was huge.

I've lost count of the number of high-end photoshoots he's done for Vogue, W, Elle, and I don't know what all else.

The man JUST got off a plane the day before from traveling half-way around the world to interview with and perform for Fallon for TWO NIGHTS.

If I were him, I wouldn't dash over to a packed concert less than 24 hours later, either. Doesn't mean I don't love my members, or my partner, or Styles. It means I'm TIRED and I'm protecting my health and energy.

Especially considering there are appearances on television coming up and god knows what else to promote FACE.

AND FACE IS WHAT WE SHOULD BE FOCUSED ON.

I love you all, but I swear to God, if you give your time and energy to the assholes on the timeline attacking Jikook, you are robbing Jimin of the time and energy you should be giving to voting, streaming, buying, and hyping FACE. Which is what they want. They want to siphon that energy from you. Please don't be stupid.

We are grasping for every INCH of space on the charts up against absolute giants this and next week. It would be different if all of ARMY got behind Jimin 24/7 but you know how many little 7s actually behave when push comes to shove. To say nothing of the antis, mantis, multis, and cult working against him with purpose.

Please don't let this kind of crap sabotage Jimin's hard work. Celebrate the fact that some BTS members got to hang out at a concert, and honor the fact that some BTS members had other things to do.

PLEASE snap out of it and stick to our goals. We can debate Jikook all day long after FACE is safely to bed. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS.

We are in lockdown.

SO LOCK THAT SHIT DOWN.

Love, Roo

[alwaysanangcl]

Happy Munday y'all! I hope that you've had an amazing July and that as we get ready to head into the tail end of summer, you are happy and fulfilled! I've got a couple weeks until the semester starts back up and I'm not sure what my presence here will be like when that occurs. I'm sorry that I've been so spotty, sometimes I feel like my spark for writing is waning, other times I have so much inspiration but it's hit at a poor time! I love you all and this amazing little world of creativity we share here and while I don't know if I'm going to be able to get back to where I was a year and some change ago in terms of activity, I hope you all know that you're all always on my mind in some capacity. Whether it's a song that comes on or something that I read, I still think of your characters and I appreciate you sharing your creativity with me!

It's funny, I'm feeling really nostalgic today and that Eddie quote My hair was buzzed and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet. keeps buzzing around in my head because in the past twelve months my hair has grown out about six inches or so and I've picked up four new tattoos and this version of me that I am right now feels very different from who I was and I'm still figuring out what all that means lol. Sorry for waxing poetic! Big feels are on the brain today, so chances are that's what I'll be writing hahah. But yeah! Pics of my two newest tattoos under the cut!!

Sorry for the weird angle, hahah. My artist had me laying down and I was waiting for her to set up her photo station so it was a raise your arm up kinda opportunity. Now my Eddie tribute has some baby bats to hang out with!

[winvyre]

[Valerie's Story] Chapter 1: Omie (3/6)

It's the first day of spring: Omie's Festival day. Normally around this time there's still snow deep enough for the watchmen to need to clear the streets since we live in the Northern part of the Forest Region but this year the most we ever got was a few inches that melted a couple days later. And that was in the heart of winter. It’s odd.

Everyone’s festival outfits have furs and thick fabrics so they’re all wearing nice summer clothes instead which means a lot less red is present. It’s nice to see the rainbow in the square from my bedroom window even though the festival day feeling sorta relies on all the red. At least the pennant banners with Omie’s symbol and the hearthbloom wreaths hung all over the village are red.

This dress is my favorite. It’s lavender (my favorite color), off the shoulder like Omie’s though not as deep of a neckline, with long flowy sleeves and small butterfly embroidery all around the cuffs and bottom hem. The skirt hangs just past my knees so I can still run around in it and there is noticeable stitch work in a few places because it gets torn when I’m playing in the woods and Mom has to fix it. The biggest one came from getting caught on a branch when I fell from a tree. That’s why she gave me my vest. It’s brown and laces up in the front and it’s long enough to protect most of the skirt. The belt has a large silver buckle the same shade as my eyes which is why I picked it.

I guess the whole point of the festival is moot now because the winter was so unusual. We’re supposed to be thanking Omie for protecting us through the winter and keeping our houses warm. Oh well. The Believers will find some other reason to celebrate. I’m here for the games and the food!

Before any of the fun stuff happens we have to wait for the special service to be over. Today most people will congregate in the Megachurch in the capital, some of our neighbors will too, but Archfell is pretty isolated so our main temple will be at capacity. It’s got some nice stained glass windows but other than that it’s what Maurin would call “art deficient.” He’d also say “It’s like they think having three thousand candles makes up for how barren the walls are.” He would know, too. He counted. I wish he were here.

The temple isn’t the only place with candles today. Every booth has at least a few candles waiting to be lit. The exceptions are the candle-selling booths for obvious reasons and the booths run by the most devout of Omie’s Believers; they have a lot. They're usually the same booths anyway. According to the religion, the candles represent our hope and faith as a guiding light through dark times. There's a story about Omie arriving in a plagued, famished village and lighting all the candles with her holy energy. That story is the reason why Holywood, also named after the story, is the capital of the Forest Region and why the Megachurch is located there.

Francesca and I loiter outside the temple, listening in. The priest’s voice is muffled but I can still make out most of the words. “Benevolent Omie, uplift the lowest and alleviate their suffering.” Fran’s waiting for the watchman from the docks to exit so she can pretend to run into him. Mom says she's at that age where some kids start thinking about romance and to indulge her a little bit. That's why I'm here. She's too scared to talk to him alone. He's only two years older than her which is how much older she is from Kell. It shouldn't be that hard. Is that what I’m going to be like in three years?

“Gentle Omie,” the priest says, “care for us, show your love to the loveless, put our hearts and our minds at ease so that we may celebrate today.” Francesca's pacing. It's almost the end. “Let us recite ‘Our Lady.’”

The church goers chorus:

“Our Lady, Our Lady

Dressed in all red

The color of Hearth

The sufferers bled

Our Lady, Our Lady

She came from the sky

To help the unfortunate

And mend why they cry

Our Lady, Our Lady

Champion of Home

She takes care of us

We are never alone

Our Lady, Our Lady

We kneel and revere

We dance and we sing

Because you are here.”

I’ve never witnessed any other religious services but the Hearth Immortal’s worship has gotta be one of the most boring. How it became the most widespread is a mystery to me.

The temple doors open. Fran jumps and adjusts the pastel blue hair bow tying off her dark braid. She did it herself and is very proud of it. People pour out, ready to start the festivities. The first teens I see are Fran’s classmates she sometimes hangs out with. They look her up and down with an amused sort of disgust then snicker amongst themselves. She blushes and hides her face. What was that about?

The watchman is one of the last people to leave. “I can’t do it!” Fran whines.

“Just do it already! He’s leaving!”

“No! He’ll hate me! He probably already does!”

“Have you ever spoken to him?”

“Not directly…”

“Then why would he hate you? I’d understand if he’d actually met you-”

“Hey!” Fran’s nose scrunches up and her eyebrows furrow. I watch the watchman finish his conversation with an older couple before he starts walking again. This is stupid.

“Hey, watchman.”

“Yes?”

“Are you single?”

Fran rushes to my side, “I’m so sorry about her, she’s just goofing around.” she smiles nervously, dragging me back to our hiding spot.

“Any particular reason you wanted to know?” the watchman asks good-naturedly.

“My sister likes you.” I say without hesitation. Fran lets go of my arm to cover her face again as she sprints away. “Uh oh.” I think I messed up. “Disregard that. I have to go now.”

I find Francesca crying behind the temple. “Why would you do that?!”

“I was trying to help.”

“You didn’t help me, you just embarrassed me! The other girls are never going to let me hear the end of it. My life is over!”

“Fran-”

“Go away, Valerie!”

I back up, bumping into Mom. “What’s wrong?”

“I told Fran’s crush that she liked him and now she won’t talk to me.” I point to Fran curled in on herself on the ground.

“She just needs some time to calm down. You overstepped her boundaries and upset her. She didn’t ask you to confess for her so it wasn’t your information to tell. I’ll stay with her, you can apologize later.”

Oh. “Okay.”

Mom sits down next to Fran and I go to meet Kell at our rendezvous point: the spinning top stand.

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Channeling Ebony in that outfit description lol Half way through... buckle up!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

[andipxndy-writes]

the side mission

fandom: alex rider warnings: none requested by: anon chapter word count: 3.1k

cross-posted to ao3

summary: “Do you want to hear a joke?” The words were probably the last words you wanted to hear over your comm right then. And yet, Alex was saying them anyway. You could easily have killed him by the end of the night. In fact, looking back on it, maybe you should have.

the side mission part 1: the main mission

“Do you want to hear a joke?”

The words were probably the last words you wanted to hear over your comm right then. Sitting in your sleek outfit at the bar, the two of you were meant to be on a simple reconnaissance mission. Information gathering. That was it. If you spotted your target and got the information that you needed, then you could get out of there at a reasonable time and maybe even get home in time to finish off your university assignments.

Those two essays were not going to write themselves, and you still wanted to get a head start on revision for your end of year exam. (History was interesting, Politics pushed your mind, and you were very glad that you took that Psychology module but it was extra on your plate.)

But Alex was still on the other end of the line, waiting for your answer. If he was sitting next to you, you probably would’ve punched him for asking that question. You were tempted to leave him hanging all night.

“Why do I feel like you’re going to tell me one whether I want to hear it or not?” you asked, sighing. You could practically hear his grin through your earpiece.

“Well, I actually wasn’t… but if you insist…”

You didn’t insist. You didn’t insist on it at all. In fact, insisting was the furthest thing from what you were doing right then. You absolutely didn’t want Alex to tell you a joke, when the two of you were supposed to be there keeping it on the down low and inconspicuous. And then something else occurred to you.

“You’re not going to tell me a stupid little dad joke, are you?”

You��d heard enough of those in classes, where you’d been distracted enough and not paid attention to the lecturer. You’d paid dearly in those lectures in the form of being called on to “explain what’s so funny” and “answer the question just asked” and for what? A stupid dad joke? A little pun?

You hated that your sense of humour was so easy.

Alex’s few moments of silence were enough to tell you that he was going to tell a dad joke, but the silence wasn’t long enough to tell you that he was going to give up on telling the joke altogether.

For fuck’s sake.

“You better not screw up this mission,” you muttered, hoping that your voice actually sounded threatening as you spoke. “This is a simple information retrieval. It’s not meant to be hard. It’s not meant to attract any trouble. Don’t fuck it up for us.”

The thing was, Alex wouldn’t be the one fucking it up for you. If anyone fucked it up, it would be you, because Alex made you laugh. He knew your sense of humour. He was the one who’d found it out in the first place. That optional module that had ended up with your two bumping into each other and sharing a lecture hall despite doing two different degrees had probably been the worst thing ever for your sanity. It was enough that you knew Alex from missions, got to know him in a professional capacity that allowed you to get the job done.

Knowing him personally both made it easier and harder. Easier, because you could read him better, and you know what he was going to do at any one point.

Harder, because he also knew you, and for some reason he liked to see you smile and hear you laugh. Something that he’d done back in lectures, and today he was (for some reason) determined to see it through in the field.

(If you got caught, he was the first person you’d kill when you managed to free yourself and get back to base.)

“I know a chemistry joke but I don't think it'll get a reaction.”

You weren’t expecting the joke. You weren’t even expecting him to say anything after your (largely empty) threat. This was one of the few circumstances where, because you weren’t exactly expecting it, you didn’t find the joke as funny as you should have. Or maybe it was because you weren’t a chemistry major — your focus was in archaeology. You’d taken that chemistry module on a whim.

(Alex’s focus was Biology and Sport Science, so really he shouldn’t have been taking that Chemistry module either.)

Either way, you considered yourself lucky, because at that moment the bartender passed you by. If you’d snorted, there would have been questions, and you would’ve been forced to explain why you were sniggering at a guy who’d just walked past you after he’d served you a pretty decent alcohol-free Sex on the Beach. (You would forever be grateful for the invention of mocktails that allowed you to feel relaxed on a job like this.)

“Joke fell flat?”

“Flatter than your arse.” You sipped casually on your mocktail to cover up the smirk that threatened to grow up on your face. You heard his indignant snort before it even came over the mic, but it satisfied you to hear it anyway.

“My arse is not flat.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“You’d only be so sure about your position if you’d actually spent time staring at my arse.”

He had you there. You didn’t exactly have a response to that one, so you thought it would be better if you stayed silent. He could take whatever he wanted to think from your silence — you weren’t going to give him anything and that was that. Even though you got the feeling that he was going to bring this up again later.

Whether or not Alex wanted to continue, another voice came over the comms. “If the two of you could please concentrate. You have a job that you’re supposed to be doing, and I don’t quite think this conversation helps with it.”

You wanted to say something sarcastic, something to tease about how the conversation the two of you were having was perfectly relevant to the mission (and therefore start an argument over comms about how relevant talking about the flatness of Alex’s arse really was), but then you spotted something out of the corner of your eye. Or rather, someone.

Your target. Seated at a table not far from the bar, with an acquaintance. Perfect.

Well, a little less than perfect, because you couldn’t exactly turn around and listen to them without accidentally drawing their attention.

“Target spotted,” you muttered into your comm, “but I can’t focus on them without drawing attention.”

You waited for further instructions, waiting to know how to proceed next. And yet, somehow, you knew that whatever was about to be said would still be unbelievably stupid.

You were not disappointed.

“Walk past so his eyes focus on your arse.”

You were so tempted to ask Alex why the ever-loving fuck he thought that would be a good idea. Because it didn’t sound like a good idea. It sounded like you were seriously tempting fate, flaunting yourself in front of your target and making him aware of your presence.

Then again…

“At least I’ll have an arse to show,” you muttered casually as you slid off your barstool, straightening your outfit so that it hugged your curves perfectly. More specifically that back curve, but all curves were appreciated right then.

Hearing Alex’s indignant snort was so satisfying.

Regardless, you managed to block out whatever retort Alex had to say before fixing your hair, trying to make it look… sexy. You didn’t know how that was meant to look, not really, but you tried it anyway as you swung your hips, trying to look attractive as you passed the table.

You felt a little satisfied when you felt a pair of eyes lingering on you as you headed away from your target’s table, but then your eyes were scanning for a free table. The thing about this place was the fact that tables tended to be booked in advance, and you knew for a fact that no one had booked you a table for this recon mission — neither you nor Alex had thought to ask for a table to be booked, but it was too late now.

Ah well. None of the tables had any sort of “reserved” sign on them. You might as well sit at any of them — one close enough to still overhear the conversation, and then maybe you could play around with flirting with your target from afar—

“If you’re sitting at a table, order me something, won’t you?”

You had to try very hard not to roll your eyes at Alex, or you’d look like a complete weirdo rolling your eyes at yourself. “Unfortunately, I’m not hungry enough to look like a pillock and order something I know absolutely nothing about.”

“I’m sure you’ll enjoy something off that menu.”

“Cub, if you wouldn’t mind letting Vixen handle this mission accordingly?”

This time you had to try very hard not to let the smirk grow on your face in response to Alex being told off. And in your codenames, no less. That meant that your handler meant business.

The group of them remained silent as you tried to listen in on the conversation going on only two tables behind you. Something about codes, about meeting with someone for information—

“What do you call a cow with a twitch?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Beef jerky.”

A little flat, admittedly (and you blamed that on the fact that you weren’t American), but it got a smile out of you. A smile that you didn’t want to admit to, because if you did then Alex wouldn’t let you live it down, and if you thought about it too much then your mask would slip, and you’d put the mission in danger.

“How does a salad say grace? Lettuce pray.”

That one was so terrible that if forced you to squeeze your eyes shut and breathe deeply through your nose. It was that stupid. You were not going to give in to the satisfaction of a laugh.

Not when you were still meant to be listening to the guys a couple of tables away from you. When you focused back on them again, they’d switched their conversation to something about women at a bar? Or maybe a strip club? Either way, they were talking about women, and it occurred to you that you hadn’t been following along enough to work out whether they were speaking on code or genuinely talking about women at a strip club.

“What did the religious mouse say when he knocked on the door? I'd like to talk to you about cheeses.”

This time, you accidentally let out a snort. Oh, thank fuck you weren’t Catholic. Your Nana would probably have a stroke listening to that one though.

When you felt eyes on you, you stilled, hoping that your snort hadn’t been too loud or attracted some unwanted attention. Instead of making a big deal out of it, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and pretended to be scrolling through messages, as though one of them had made you laugh.

You hoped they’d fall for it.

“Oh, I’m going to murder you when I see you again,” you muttered under your breath, before taking the chance to sneak a glance over at the table with your target. You didn’t care whether Alex heard you that time or not — he was screwing up this mission because he was bored and being a bit of a shit, and you weren’t going to let him get away with it when you set your eyes on him again.

“No, you won’t.”

“Yes, I fucking will.”

“Watch your language, mum’s on comms.”

Oh, you were really going to kill him for making you almost laugh this time.

That was when something almost unexpected happened. You heard a throat being cleared above you, and you looked up to see a waiter standing by your table. You almost thought that he was going to kick you off, or kick you out, but then you realised he was holding a tray with a single glass on it — a cocktail, beautiful and colourful and exotic.

You raised an eyebrow at the man.

“A gift from an admirer,” he simply stated as he set the glass down, and before you could say anything, he was walking away. You raised an eyebrow at the glass before you.

That drink sure did look delicious.

You were also completely certain that it wasn’t a mocktail, and you were working. You were almost tempted to push it away, not drink it, when you realised that the waited had said an admirer and you turned over to the table that you’d been eavesdropping on.

The guy was watching you. With a smirk on his face.

Ah. Fuck. You couldn’t just… not drink it.

You sent him a small, sultry smile before turning back towards your table, towards your drink, facing away from him. “He ordered me a drink.”

“…He what?”

“He ordered me a drink. This is what shaking my fucking arse at him got me.”

“I think that’s a win, actually.”

“Not if he poisoned it.”

You didn’t know how he could have poisoned the drink, considering it was brought over to you, but you were also aware of the fact that you didn’t see the waiter when he approached. You didn’t see the path he took to get to your table. You only saw him when he was already there, holding your drink for you and setting it down before walking away. Great.

And as much as Alex was joking about it, you knew that his mind had reached the same conclusions. He was thinking the same thing. You didn’t have your test strips on you, so you couldn’t check whether your drink was spiked before you had it.

Somehow, it very much felt like your mission right then depended on this.

“Chug it.”

“I’m not going to—” You breathed out a slow breath through your nose before you could get too irritated with Alex. You weren’t going to chug. You were going to sip, have a taste, see what it was like. If it was poisoned, or spiked, you didn’t want to take too much of it.

You could practically see the smug grin on his face, even if you were only getting his voice right then. Maybe you spent a little too much time around him.

Or maybe it was because you both spent too much time around his best friend, Tom.

Instead of thinking too much on it, though, you picked up the glass and took a small sip, just tasting it.

Damn, the cocktail was good.

You knew there was alcohol in it, you could taste the alcohol in it even. But it was really good, and you were kind of impressed that someone that you didn’t even know (who you were technically trying to steal information from) could pick out such a good drink for you.

“Damn, he picks well,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. Unfortunately, Alex still heard you.

“Oh, does he now?”

“Don’t you fucking start,” you grumbled under your breath.

“Start what?”

The voice was new, come out of nowhere, and yet you knew it. You knew it very well. You were meant to be listening out for that voice, trying to work out exactly what he was saying so that you could take the information back to your employers and prevent some sort of terrorist attack. Except now that voice was a lot closer than it should be, a lot closer than you expected it to be. Something had changed, and you weren’t sure whether you liked it.

Turning a little in your seat, so that you didn’t look suspicious or anything, you ended up facing the exact guy that you’d been tracking. He wasn’t exactly attractive, but you had to play up that you actually found him attractive.

“Start falling for the guy who got me this cocktail,” you responded simply, taking another sip of the drink. You paused, raising an eyebrow at him and giving him what you hoped was a sly smirk. “Although, if it’s you, it might not be so bad.”

The grin that appeared on his face told you that whether it really was a sly smirk or not, he took it as that and decided to indulge, meaning he didn’t suspect a thing. She was safe.

Or so you thought. You didn’t realise anything was wrong until a point that Alex would later inform you was “too late” — by that point, you’d been so drawn into the conversation that you were having that you didn’t realise someone was standing behind you until there was a hand on your shoulder. And the hand was firm, not letting you move.

You tensed.

The man opposite you smirked, and it was nowhere near as sly as yours had been — if anything, it was just downright evil.

You were screwed.

“It’s really unfortunate that I already knew why you were here, because you really are an attractive person.” He leaned closer to you, as though he wanted to taunt you right then. In fact, you were pretty sure that he was taunting you right then. “However, I do have a policy of not getting with people who are spying on me. I like to keep my information between myself and the people I specifically speak to.” He leaned forward, placing a hand on you knee, and you had to try very hard not to reach out and shove it off. Because putting your hand on a random person’s knee was creepy.

“Well, I would’ve liked to listen in,” you answered simply, trying to keep your voice even. Whatever you’d thought of this guy before, it was out of the window now.

“The most unfortunate part of this is the fact that I now have to find out how much you truly heard of my conversation.” He squeezed your leg a little, before letting up and moving his hand off you. “It isn’t something that I particularly wanted to do with you, but we all do what we must to ensure our businesses survive.”

That was when you felt a cold, sharp prick in the side of your neck, but before you could say anything, the world started spinning, gradually dimming out as whatever they’d injected into you started to take effect.

And even whilst you were passing out, only one thought crossed your mind:

I’m going to fucking kill Alex if he doesn’t save my arse.

[spiderh0rse]

freeman's mind notes part 4 e16-20

e16

a vip (self declared)

thinks they should let the aliens eat explosives

the tentacle in the rocket silo is the scariest thing he's ever seen

incorrect Nietzsche quote (deeper sleep fans rise up)

drummers = monsters

thinks Nietzsche could have been in a band once

whistling FOUR. Five????

hang glider fan

rnd would get a big bonus at some point if the military state becomes the reality

finds the zombies worse than online degrees

whistling FIVE. likes Mario.

whistling SIX also Mario, different song

"future wife" duuuude I don't think youre getting a wife

the sewers are not buries treasure location

his ideal mansion will involve visitors being shot as soon as they knock

star wars reference Again

woodshop in high school almost ended in his expulsion

would eat the aliens

e17

has considered spitting on giant machines twice now

wind knocked out of him by the fan to ceiling impact

wasn't expecting to fly today

respects deaths in rocket testing

sad when oxygen isn't oxycodone

likes pushing buttons

wants to level a lawsuit against black mesa

wants to vacation somewhere tropical

wants to ride a sea turtle to menace cruise ships

would name his sea turtle a "nice gender-neutral name" like Flippy or Whiskers

doesn't consider most reptiles dangerous

has always wanted a robot army. the robot coolness strikes again

not good at parkour

grappling hook mentioned Again. he wants one! or a harpoon!

compares himself to a monkey and hates on earth gravity in the same breath

purportedly Not an adrenaline junkie

shaking after crossing the Blast Pit grating jumps.

vaguely implies he's going crazy

I'M BACK IN THE GODDAMN BUILDING AGAIN

SNOT MONSTER moans are what he'll be thinking about tonight

ordering a grappling hook once he's out

e18

would jump extreme heights into water for big splash

fairy-agnostic

He's sun wukong? A monkey god?

simian skills o7

half life mention title drop woooo

"nyyyyeeeeeewww" :D

whistle count SEVEN

admits that stuff here (falling mostly) is scary

"life sucks sober" YOU HAD. TWO SHOTS OF VODKA ON AN EMPTY STOMACH THIS MORNING. admittedly not a ton i retract my objection he's probably got a high tolerance

sometimes goes down the wrong corridor

cuts off a thought to yell "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D"

wants a giant metal spider fortress

the dial....

stresses to a dial that he has a DOCTOR'S DEGREE

e19

compares black mesa to a giant beast

would LOVE a massive tomb. pyramid for him please

"it's me" sick FNAF refe

WHAT ARE THESE NOISES OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.

pain is a constant yes

doesn't consider himself afraid of heights

actually yeah tentacle sounds (loud metal noises) being unpleasant is a consistent trait here. Loud noises bad. (This, beeping of eye scanners, gunshot in the vent)

reel to reel computers..... PUNCH CARDS

BURN BABY BURN

e20

first title card leadup! techno hell room

bad smelllllllll

has made hella strong pillow forts with plaster of paris. pissed his mother off doing so

worn condition grenades are probably not as safe as you hope

he sounds so excited at the idea of going somewhere possibly not terrible

admits if a giant monster that the rocket didn't kill looked all angry at him he'd curl up and cry

bad smell TWO

References his cannonball drop statement from earlier

cons: starving to death alone, pros: could be fun. He does it. Sir. I know he's not okay by now but DUDE PLEASE. STOP WILLINGLY CURLING UP TO DIE

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

shit lung capacity. I've swam further without breathing in more time and been okay. Lllllll

concerned at the green sludge river

cancer mentioned third time

mmmmm radiation,,,,,

liked Austria

turnwheel Used

used to pass people in tube slides as a kid. Would sometimes get wedged in

"nyeeeew"

knees starting to hold up a bit better

[autumnhobbit]

Hi! I was hoping you could talk more about not having friends (at least those around your age), like the reasons behind it and how its impacted you? I'm asking because I get it all too well! My three closest---and, let's be real, ONLY---friends are women I met decades ago, and none of them live within two hours of me so I hardly ever see them at all. Plus, they have lives of their own, and a lot of our friendship is based more on habit and history than anything we share in the present, you know?

Well, I actually did have a decent group of friends in high school, & growing up I felt like I had a lot of friends because you know how it is when you’re a kid, you see somebody and find them interesting, they’re your friend, you both like the color yellow? You’re friends now. But it feels kind of surreal sometimes to think about the fact that I had a friend group in high school because I see myself as such a loner/so fundamentally unlikeable that it kind of doesn’t make sense that I had several friends who I knew from other people did genuinely like hanging out with me.

I’m sure people would like to blame my being homeschooled but frankly I think I had maybe too much unencumbered social interaction as a homeschooled kid, if anything I think the way it was treated was more, hey, the other kids are the same religion as you and are also homeschooled so do whatever there’s no problems. I still dealt with bullying, I’m sure I to some extent bullied others myself. I grew up in a pretty tight-knit homeschool group that had its own dramas and messes and when the official ‘group’ fell apart we still all hung out and went to each others sacraments and such. Anyway, the reason I think it’s relevant to mention is because basically every friendship I had was from this group.

I had one girl I considered my best friend growing up because we had known each other literally our whole lives and we were both the oldest girls in our family, and as previously mentioned were both Catholic & homeschooled. And I was way invested in it. Like, we were gonna be in each other’s weddings type stuff. And I always assumed we’d stay friends. But when we got to being around teenaged she got way big into school (her parents made all the kids get into college early and take dual enrollment/sign up for every scholarship & award) and they never had time to hang out. And even when we did, I was finding that I had different ideas about what I wanted in my life, and she couldn’t understand that & also couldn’t accept it. I feel now that I was somewhat defensive since my viewpoint was so hated in the for some reason weirdly obsessive white-collar community that was the homeschool group, but I would have been accepting of her plans and choices if she had been accepting of mine. But eventually I got tired of always being criticized and beat over the head with my ‘wrong’ decisions and I just stopped initiating, and as soon as I did it was like. Radio silence. Once in a while she’d still talk to me if we were in the same place (some of our siblings are still friends), if she wasn’t busy with her boyfriend. And then she didn’t talk to me at all, and she moved and we haven’t spoken since.

I had other friends in high school, but one by one everybody else moved and got married and started their lives, and I just couldn’t. I was stuck at home with my abusive dad messing all my attempts at independence up and I had no job prospects & didn’t want to go to college. Nowhere to go, nothing to look forward to.

Looking back, I acknowledge part of it was my fault, because I’m one of those people who just assumes that if you want to talk to me you will, and if you don’t talk to me it’s just because you don’t want to. Some people stayed in contact when they left and are still friends with them today. But I didn’t have the capacity to reach out at the time, if it had even occurred to me, so I just let things die. Now I know that from their end it must have looked like I didn’t care too much about them, either, so of course they didn’t talk to me. It’s something I regret, but can’t change now. My problem isn’t lack of caring about people, it’s lack of knowing what my place in anyone’s life is. And I’m still not great at that, tbh. If somebody says ‘we should get together sometime’ I don’t know whether to push for it, even if I miss the person and want to see them too, and so things just slide and before you know it I haven’t seen someone in seven years.

Nowadays I just genuinely don’t know many people my age, and I don’t see them, even. My assumption is people my age are either busting their asses working, in graduate school, already have kids, or what have you, and none of us have the time or energy for others who aren’t in our lane already. Zach’s the first friend I’ve made in a long time, and I probably wouldn’t have if he hadn’t initiated because he saw & was interested in me. And it’s a source of stress for me, because at the same time that I have so much baggage with friendships and feel really jaded and lonely like I’m just not worth being friends with or other people aren’t worth my effort for nothing, I believe friendship is worthwhile and sacred and important and that cultivating them are incredibly important life skills, but I just. Don’t have it in me to do it, and it really feels pointless and hopeless to me. I have some great internet friends, but you can’t at the drop of a hat go antiquing, or go try that new ice cream place, or go to a movie or go to the park, or take a walk or do housework, or any of the millions of things I’d like to share with people. Mostly, I just miss talking. You can’t have the same sorts of conversations with older adults you can have with someone your age who’s going through the same things you are. I have no one to tell when I got my dream job, or promoted. I’ll probably have no one to tell when I finally get a house or a dog, or have a kid, or write a book, or any of those things. And I know I need to change it before it’s too late but I just can’t find the drive to when I’m still so effed up from the last time.

I wish this were more positive or had some sort of ‘but,’ but right now, for me, it doesn’t. I pray sometimes, when I think of it, for God to help me find a good friend, or maybe someone who needs a good friend, and to recognize it and jump on it when I see it. But so far it seems like that’s just not something I can have for right now.

[sexualrevoluti0n]

Y'know what, I'm really fucking angry with my ex tonight and I can't sleep because of it so I'm gonna write some of it out here in the hopes that it'll get it out of my mind so I can rest. It's just a big long vent so feel free to scroll by.

He said that he'd left because my mental health was too much for him, which has pissed me off more because when things were really bad I told him I wanted to admit myself as an inpatient to get help because that really helped me in the past and I was having constant flashbacks at that point, and he convinced me not to go. He said he wouldn't be able to cope without me, he wouldn't be able to manage in the house on his own (for like a couple of weeks, seriously?!) and that it wasn't that bad, that we didn't need to resort to that. He stopped me from getting help before things got to a crisis point, and then when a few months later they got to that stage because I had no support (and he'd told me multiple times that he didn't want to hear about my mental health struggles so I had no support from him) he acted like he couldn't have seen any of this coming and I was just too much for him to handle and such a burden. When he actively prevented me from getting help and getting better before it got to that stage!

He came round this week to bring some of my things back but forgot basically all of the things. Acted shocked at the amount of his stuff that's still here - it would take multiple car loads to take all his stuff and furniture he's left.

Not to mention that he then spent the whole time he was here this week telling me how hard this all is for him, how awful he feels for leaving me because of my mental health, what a monster and a terrible human being he must be, all woe is me, everyone hates me, no one has spoken to me in months, let me emotionally dump all my current mental health struggles and suicidal ideation on you without asking if you have capacity for this when this is exactly the reason I'm saying I left you. I got forced into the comfort and rescue role once again, and he spent the whole time telling me that I was wrong, that the reason people weren't taking to him had nothing to do with the fact that he hadn't tried to talk to any of them in 5 or 6 months and was actually because everyone hates him. I spent sooo long trying to say that friendships work both ways, and that people often assume a friend is busy if they don't hear from them, and that doesn't necessarily mean they hate you. He said he was really hurt that he hadn't been hanging out or speaking with any friends when I had, and when I said that I'd been actively reaching out and arranging things with people regularly since he moved out he just kept telling me that it had nothing to do with that and that he's just such a terrible unlikeable person and none of those people are his friends, and how I knew so-and-so first actually so they're my friends not his, and it was just. So. Fucking. Exhausting. I'd said that I thought if some of his friends knew he wanted to hang out then they'd probably be up for doing something with him, but he was adamant that under no condition would he reach out or try to talk to anyone because they all hated him and he deserved it etc etc, literally went on so much about that and that he would not speak to anyone. Messaged me later saying he'd looked on Facebook and it just made him sad so he'd never go on again 🙄

And then today it turns out he's posted on facebook saying that he misses hanging out with friends and wants to see them. Just. Ffs dude. Stop being a fucking hypocrite.

He messaged me saying we still need to sort out rent. I've been busting my ass constantly chasing estate agent and landlord to change the tenancy and he has done fuck all about anything this entire time. There's no we, it's just me doing everything, like it was our entire relationship. All of the mental load, running everything in the entire household as well as managing his constant rollercoaster depression that he refused to ever get help for, and when he did try counselling he would stop the second he started feeling slightly less bad, and not actually follow through until he was properly stable and functional.

I'm pissed off because my mental health was doing really well before we got together, but his depressive episodes always lasted so long and he would never speak to friends or family about it so I was the only support, and I gradually got worse and worse myself from only ever hearing the most pessimistic answers to everything, so that I started to think that way myself. Because what was the point of trying to help him when I'd be told everything I said to help was wrong, that nothing would ever change, there was no point to anything but that that was just normal and how life was and that there was no point trying to change anything. Hearing that constantly for so fucking long.

I'd just got to the point where I was finally stable and happy and not having flashbacks again and had come off all my meds and was finally starting to enjoy life again when he decided that actually, after 5 years of me having to be monogamous with him because he was too anxious to be ok with me being polyam (which he knew when we got together and said was fine with but changed his tune once he actually saw me being interested in acting) that actually he was totally poly cause this cute person liked him, and we didn't need to have any conversations ever about what we wanted from this new relationship, no we didn't need to know what anyone's boundaries were, but oh sorry he forgot he promised to pick me up from the station cause he was taking to the other partner! oh he forgot he'd told me he was back from this partner's today and that I was waiting for him before making dinner, he wasn't actually back til late on Tuesday, but he feels sooo bad about this he's such a terrible person. oh he forgot we had plans tonight, he was too excited and planned a thing with the new partner, oh he forgot we had a party with friends doing all his favourite things this weekend, he was going to visit the new partner instead. You're feeling left out and like you're second best? I don't understand why would feel like that, you don't need to be jealous it's poly, no one's more important. Oh by the way it's been 6 weeks and me and the new partner are getting handfasted and talking about living together. There's no reason to be anxious it's not important it's all in your head, I love you both equally. I don't know why you want to talk about what we all want from relationships, we don't need to do all of that. You don't need to be uptight or worried. Yes fine sure let's have a talk about boundaries around sex when we're in the same house. But actually me and them are just gonna fuck anytime we want in any room and not have the discussion we promised, screw your boundaries. Idgaf that you've been waiting the whole two weeks our partner is here for this conversation to happen and have not been initiating anything sexual and turning down advances until you knew what everyone was comfortable with. We don't care about what anyone else apart from the two of us want. Of course you're still important. Actually your insecurity is getting really difficult to deal with. You need to get help to stop being so jealous.

[blanket-hugger]

aldi hubris

summary

issue: i drop things when i participate in the supermarket spontaneously as a customer

consequences: the food gets broken, so the streets might contain up to three (3) pastas and the vegetable should be eaten immediately

why won't i learn anything: i don't have the energy to plan so well, so many things to keep track of when one goes outside and i have hang-ups

good things: i actually managed to buy the good cakes despite the odds

being lazy has detrimental consequences sometimes!

the most tedious details

after a day at the workplace pretending rather badly to be a human creature full of humaneness and a broad idea of what other humans called "parents" and "youths" want or need to hear, i got off the bus early when i thought "man i would really like some orange-flavoured delicje¹ in my belly this evening to celebrate my continued survival". It was 1630.

but then, as it entered my FOV, i remembered aldi's existence and thought that since i felt v lazy and would very likely default on my plans to do groceries tomorrow smh by oversleeping, i elected to go to aldi without a plan. i hoped to buy a couple of delicious food items that would allow me to comfortably not do groceries tomorrow.

so i went into aldi. i was a bit nervous that the delicje shop would close at 1700, so i planned on not buying many items, but the list was not yet decided as i entered the store (this sounds like the first classical blunder).

i did not pick a basket. most of the times i don't because logic dictates that if i had a basket, then i am increasing my carrying capacity beyond what i could then carry outside of the shop into my flat 10 minutes away. of course it is sensible to pick up a shopping basket when you have a bag that you plan on not using in the store to store your food if it were inconvenient to hold it in such a way that would facilitate the putting the food therein. i was precisely in this situation, but the bag in question was my work backpack, which has a surprisingly large capacity for shopping item, but that I still would rather not overflow with items of varying squishiness².

so i went in, did not pick up a basket and started collecting items. i really felt decadent, so i picked an avocado after checking it was imported from columbia (i suppose the truly woke thing would be to ban avocados from my life). and then i picked up some cheap pastas. then i picked up some more items and was struggling to hold all of that in my arms (another blunder)

i picked up some cheap cakes, and thought that maybe i should skip buying delicje

the avocado fell and actually burst open ever-so-slightly (but did not spill). i still kept it, although i did consider being antisocial and picking up another one. that would make my situation even more precarious

i checked out. i made a cashier do work instead of going to the self-checkout because i had failed to notice the self-checkout existed until i had deposited my items on the counter³.

then i noticed my backpack actually contained a foodbox i had elected to take back from work. i had forgotten about it because i had used it on friday, thought "oh ill leave it to dry at the office kichen overnight and take it then", took it today, felt satisfied about that but not enough to remember i had done that when i went to aldi.

so the avocado definitely could not go into the bag, unless i put it in the foodbox. but i was too nervous to take it out to put stuff in it because that could have taken more time than what i elected to do, which was to keep a bunch of stuff in my arms including the pastas and the next customers were waiting.

i decided to go buy the delicje in the end on the grounds that cakes don't go bad so fast so it's okay (and also b/c the opening hours of that shop i usually can't meet with my decadent lifestyle).

i arrived at 1640, i picked up three (3) packs. which made a lot of things on my hands. i managed to put one in my backpack and was considering putting the pastas in the front pocket. This time around there were no lines behind me, so i felt freer to experiment

what a damnable mistake that was. the pack of pastas burst open (but did not spill) when i tried to squeeze in there, so i took it in my arms and tried as best as i could to cover the hole with the broken avocado.

walking home i spilled three (3) pastas despite my best efforts. i did not try to pick them up from the ground, fearing i would make my situation worse. i bumped into the head of my school on the way there, i think i have spilled no pastas near her and that she did not notice my broken items, but she probably has noticed that i was carrying stuff in my hands in a decidely inefficient and uncomfortable manner⁴. i don't think she could use that to fire me anyway

i have little fucking clue why i am writing this, i am tired. i don't know how people do this. maybe in the future i will keep my ambitions in check. i don't want to procure plastic bags. the planet is going to die anyway, but having to anticipate that later in my life i would have to throw out an empty platic bag feels annoying on an emotional level now.

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¹ it's like jaffa cakes, but edible. like idk, i have only heard of "jaffa cake" as a name in the UK and the ones of that brand i find kinda bad?? the chocolate specifically i find bad. Can't say why. the M&S variant i find quite ok but also not as good as my go-to continental brands. i had a bit of an addiction to such cakes before, now i guess it's healed ↩︎

² in most cases, not picking a basket is my default reaction. when i plan ahead and bring a shopping bag, it is one that is convenient enough i can use it as a basket in the shop, so that reinforces the policy. But idk if it wise actually. I could see a case for picking a basket in that it could make self-checkout more efficient if those self-checkouts allowed you to put your bag on the scale before scanning stuff, but it never worked for me in the first sainsbury's i went to so i never attempt it??? also picking the basket feels like using resources and using resources sometimes creates work for people that maintain the resource. but not sure if this is significant enough to let that train of thought influence me ↩︎

³ usually i favor the self-checkout b/c i don't want to create more work for the cashiers. this causes me to sometimes walk by checkout that have no customers there with the cashier sitting there idle, potentially looking my way, and then i am not sure what i should be doing with my face to convey that "hey if you are looking at me, please don't bother to be expectant but it still hope you're having a nice day as possible in these WORK circumstances at this totally reasonable hour i am patronizing this shop at??" ↩︎

⁴ i mean it was not too uncomfortable, she only saw me for less than 10s and i was probably quite successful at playing it super cool! ↩︎

[girltomboy]

Yesterday I went out with my best friend and her boyfriend again, we took a long walk in the park, and then they got cold and my bestie suggested we go to the apartment they rented for the weekend. We watched some astrology videos on youtube, looked at our charts and talked about various aspects and astrocartography stuff. It was great, her bf is also a Virgo rising and we talked about some house placements and transits. I do wish I'd gotten more alone time with my friend, but it was still interesting to hang out with them. She'll be coming back at the end of the month for another exam, so I'm hoping to be able to see her again then. I've had some odd couple of days, aside from getting to see my best friend on Friday and Saturday, I think I was emotionally overwhelmed by both the excitement of meeting up with her and the sadness of having to say goodbye again. I've been getting teary eyed and nostalgic for our years spent together. And besides all of that my body has been fighting for its life, like I spent a lot of Friday night crying until I got a headache, and I woke up with puffy eyes and headache leftovers. Then yesterday while we were out my back was killing me, and later in the evening my head started hurting badly again. AND today my back and legs hurt and the right side of my neck was stiff and sore too for some reason. I don't really know how to fix all this because I don't feel like I'm in the right head space & physical capacity to work out, even if it's some light yoga. I just feel tired. I'll try to maybe go on a walk tomorrow, to at least keep the walking streak active if I can't do anything else.