#and now I have a dumb piece of plastic

[bipidin]

Vanilla cutting off the ability to add their giftcards to paypal is going to be my breaking point

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Baby fever Scenarios and Headcanons with Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley (Ghostie)

Thank my baby godson for this one, if it hadn't been for him having me take care of him for the whole day then I wouldn't have anything to write because as of now I have no motivation or ideas to continue my past wips. Render credits are all to the lovely @ave661 who keeps feeding us. My little godson still sleeping on my chest, drool, snore and all as I'm writing this. I can't move, please send help. This is so short too, sorry to disappoint you guys 😭

Y'all CANNOT tell me I'm the only one who thinks of Simon "Ghost" Riley having baby fever from his own children (I would give him more, all he needs to do is ask 😭). Also these are basically moments of Simon with Ghostie, just a bit more general in terms of the baby's gender since some of y'all want boy!dad Simon but originally Ghostie is a girl.

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❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves to toss the baby up in the air, simply just for amusement and both of them needed entertainment. Safe to say Soap never did that until the little one was a lot older because when he did it, he ended up with a glob of drool on his face.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is always so vocal with his baby, you could just tell the influence of him talking to the baby. Just the rumble of his voice sends the tiny one into a fit of giggles while they're on his chest.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who was influenced by you to do that viral thing on the internet, people throwing a slice of cheese on their crying baby to make them stop. It worked and they ate it.. now he keeps the fridge stocked with sliced cheese for that reason.

❥ Babyfever!Husband!Simon who was determined to assemble everything, baby's crib, the car seat.. though the bottle sterilizer was something he needed your help with. Both of you trying to figure where the missing piece went only to find your little one chewing on it.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who comes home late at night yet his little one follows him like a mother duck, as much as he wants to, Simon refused to have contact until he's out and squeaky clean from a shower. Always worrying about how they might catch something from outside while the little one is directly outside the bathroom door waiting for their dad and peeking from the little space underneath the door, knocking every 3 minutes for dada to come out.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who has the time of his life teaching the baby CPR, it started as a joke between the 141 and now your baby knows the word and knows what to do in response to it, the bunny stuffie is the one receiving the medical attention with the little crisp giggle after Simon praises them.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who you find laughing his ass off at Soap who was forced by the puppy eyes of your little one to wear a pink tutu that was on the verge of breaking from his size, glittered fairy wings that were made of wire and horrid quality of pink mesh fabric, a plastic tiara and a light up fairy wand. They forced him to do ballet. (Gaz definitely had that as his phone's wallpaper for a month)

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who love cherishing little moments of how the world reminds him of how naive, dumb and gullible his little one could be. Having a leash kid yet for a completely different reason from misbehaving and being too hyperactive. Walking on a bridge with him over a river as a little family outing at the park when your little one pointed at the aggressive stream of water underneath, Simon jokingly asking them if they want to be tossed in and without a word they turn to you with their arms up and wiggling for uppies. When that didn't work they turned to their dad doing the same thing, making Simon chuckle so much that he almost coughed as they slowly let their arms drape back down to their sides, little pout in disappointment. You playfully glared at your husband, having to explain to a toddler why they can't swim in a strong stream of dirty water.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who is very much amused about how the baby likes his stuble, hoping he won't cause a rash to them because of how much they press their face into his. He makes sure it's extremely well kept after the very first time it happened 😭.

❥ Babyfever!Dad!Simon who loves seeing his toddler in their sleep shirt which is basically just his shirt drooping on the floor because it's too big for them but the they're chunky enough to keep it on themselves. Just thinking of Simon hearing the loud stomps of footsteps approving their bedroom, the short pause of silence before the frantic sound of the door knob jingling, he always knew who was about to enter the room. Holding their bunny stuffie while pulling on the blanket of their dad's side of the bed to ask him for help to climb up.

[is-the-sky-blue]

IMPATIENT LITTLE BRAT: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, satosugu x fem!reader, vibrator use, mentions of other sex toys, bondage, overstimulation, degradation, oral (f receiving), anal (m receiving), fingering, orgasm denial, spanking

"Please," you cried out, hands pinned above your head, struggling against cuffs, tears dripping down your cheeks, weak vibrations ticked your puffy clit, dewy little drips leaking from your cunt as she whined out for attention, needy, clenching around air as you watched the sight in front of you.

"Please what baby, huh," Suguru bites, brows furrowed as he plowed into the writhing man beneath him, ass smacking against his toned thighs, whiny little mewls as pink lips slobbered, face inches from yours, pants heaving over your collar bone.

"M'sorry," you squirmed, vibrator angled right onto your clit, deep sensations tingling up your thighs, making you itch as your desperate cunt clamped down around nothing.

"Sorry for what," his dark locks are spilling from where he tied them up, inky rivulets framing his face as seething eyes stared down at you, anger forcing into his hips. "I should consider this cheating," he huffs, "using a god damn vibrator when you have two boyfriends," he sneers, resounding, smack, echoing throughout the closed spaced as the moan Satoru let out had you dripping even further into the sheets, slick pool forming beneath your ass.

"m'sorry," you whined, "didn't mean too."

"So you turned it on by accident," he cocks his head, "and then accidentally took off your pants  and dropped your little toy onto your cunt, is that it." 

"No," you whimper, tears of frustration trekking down your cheeks. "Sugu promise I've never used it before this," you plead, "I bought it before we even started dating," you sob out, attempting to reason with him.

"Then why are you using it now," the headboard is slamming against the wall, plunging hips forcing bruises into pale skin.

"Was missing you," you mewl.

"Then should I just buy a fucking fleshlight and use that whenever I miss you, huh," he growls, deep gaze forcing your breath to catch in your throat and you shake you head at his words, "pound a little toy instead of your cunt, fuck a stupid piece of plastic instead of you every night," his words are laced with venom, muffled moans choking on your skin as Satoru's head found it's way into your cleavage, his jerking motions sending ripples down your body.

"No m'sorry," you keep babbling, the stimulation of your clit growing irritating, pleasure increasing in short spats before stopping. "Sugu please just fuck me." 

"Why should I," he scoffs, "you can just sit their and play with yourself," he taunts, "maybe I should just buy you a dildo too, your weepy little pussy keeps clenching," and you grit your teeth, head thrown back as you whine in protest, thighs straining as fabric straps held your legs open wide.

"I want you," you complain, waterfalls cascading down your cheeks.

"No, looks like you just want to masturbate by yourself," he's cooing with a lack of gentleness, anger fueling each ram of his dick into Satoru's puckered hole, reducing the snowy haired boy into a convulsing mess, brain melted as he was thoroughly fucked dumb after hours of being toyed with. "C'mon cum, just like that, isn't that what you wanted, me and Satoru are even putting a show on for you," he growls, "so go on, just think of us like porn, you were gonna do that tonight anyways right."

It was humiliating, the thought of writhing on your bed, legs spread wide as you tried to use a toy to please yourself, mind muddled with lewd thoughts of your two boyfriends who had gone off on a work trip, but despite your right mind, your growing horniness and your slobbering cunt had you reaching for the vibrator that had been collecting dust ever since you started dating the two men, eager to try and soothe the ache. The creak of your door went unheard as you cried out before you were being manhandled, filthy degrading words gracing your ears as Satoru had bit your collarbone, clicking up the toy's speed and forcing it onto your clit, tying your legs open to keep you from protesting before Suguru was shucking off his pants to finger the white haired boy, stroking his dick, forcing him to paint your inner thighs with white, forcing the vibrator on your cunt, keeping it steady with a cloth while he watched you continuously try to cease the assault on your pussy before continuing to take Satoru, leaving you high and dry, leaving you to merely watch.

Satoru was quivering in your hold and you desperately wanted to run your hair through his tresses but you were restrained, forced to merely watch as he was yanked by the neck, two thick fingers entering his mouth and he sucked obediently, bleary eyes never leaving yours as he groaned, his back to Suguru's chest, light painting the edges of his white hair golden, sweat trickling down the ridges of his abs.

"Sorry, m'sorry won't do it again, I'll even throw it out please Suguru," you trembled, the stimulation that did nothing besides leaving you unsatisfied tremoring up your stomach as you sobbed. "Please just fuck me, I'll never do it again, I swear," and you are panting, desperate.

"You impatient little brat, what have you done to deserve a reward, huh," he's questioning, loitering gaze drinking up the way you pleaded for them, unsuccessful orgasms wracking against your body as you teetered, not being able to fall off that cliff to matter how strong the stimulation was, you were unpleased, the lack of their touch, their words, the lack of them filling you up had your fingers curling into white knuckled fists.

"Nothing," you confess, "b-but I promise I'll do better for you, please," you are downright begging, unabashedly exposing your desires, your sinful need for them as your walls fluttered, hips bucking.

"What d'ya say angel," and Suguru is whispering into the reddened shell of Satoru's ear, the lewd squelch of his asshole making him hold his partner tight, crying with each rough thrust.

"G-Give it to our b-baby," he's mewling, head throwing back to press a sloppy kiss to the dark haired man's jaw, pleading for you as his hickey marred flesh pulsed, "s-she promised."

"Look at that huh princess, isn't our Satoru so nice, begging for a dirty slut like you," and his hand is slamming against the tender flesh of the boy's ass again, "what do you say."

"Th-Thank you Sator-mph," and you choke, fabric ripping as he yanked the vibrator off, releasing his tight grip on the boy's neck before grabbing him by his hair, forcing his face to burrow in the wet slick of your cunt. His tongue is hot, quick, muscle memory guiding his greedy tongue as he drank every last drop you spilled and you are moaning, loud little songs of praise parting past your swollen lips, indents of your teeth marring the bottom as he suckled on your clit, wet sounds emanating from your cunt as his face nuzzled deeper and deeper. Each plunge shook his body forward until Suguru abruptly halts, fully inside, body snug to the boy's ass before he's leaning over both your bodies, reaching for your arms, the clink of metal resounding until your hands were set free, careful touches treading over your wrists, lips pressing against your pulse point and soon your leg are also given movement, cloth untied and your thighs are clamping around Satoru's head, caging him in as you humped his face with such vigor, trying to chase a high you were consistently edged towards.

"You should be thankful," Suguru is pursing his lips before pushing a punishing kiss onto your lips, teeth nicking as his usual tame brushes were cast aside, domination the only thing on his mind as he kissed you stupid, saliva strand connecting your mouths as he pulled away, holding your face in the rough grasp of his fingers, "do you think you deserve a good fucking huh," he tilts his head.

"N-No," you admit, breath hitching as Satoru deftly inserted two of his fingers, giving your velvety walls something to clench down on, "b-but I want it, want you both so bad," you whimper, vision growing fuzzy as the boy between your legs quickly found your g-spot, gummy walls writhing in pleasure.

"Uhuh," he's rolling his eyes, leaning down to bite on your neck, your hands carefully treading through his hair, scared a wrong movement would undo the pleasure he allowed you and soon he's forcing Satoru's mouth off your cunt, a wet pop, as he was suctioned off, your essence dripping down his mouth, coating all the way to his jaw.

There is a rustle, a teary whimper from Satoru and white cum that Suguru kept fucking up into him was spilling out of his ass as the man repositioned himself, his still somehow hard dick springing in front of you as he took you in his arms, forcing your legs over his thighs as he spread you open, cock rubbing over your folds, twitching against your clit but not going inside, foamy ring on his base mixing with your slick. His thick fingers slither down, circling your puffy and abused clit before he's bucking his hips and Satoru is quick to get the memo, kitten licking Suguru's tip before bobbing his head down, and with each thrust into Satoru's mouth Suguru's fingers are plunging in your cunt, hitting your g-spot as he scissored your gummy walls wide. "Bad girl's don't get dick," he coos into your ear, fingers ramming deep inside as you threw your head back, resting it on his shoulder, "so be grateful you get this much," he murmurs so tenderly, his fingers pounding a different harsh story as he pushed you to your climax, pinching and rolling your clit and soon minutes turned to hours, legs spread as Satoru transitioned to lap at your clit, Suguru reduced to shooting blanks as his fingers continued to delve, pushing you repeatedly to the brink, forcing orgasm after orgasm.

He finger fucked you all throughout the night, keeping to his word as he refused to let your ride him or Satoru as punishment and you swore to yourself you'd never use that vibrator again unless told to. 

[kitwalker02]

His Secret</3

A/N: Joe Goldberg x reader I posted on ao3 because I want him to pull my teeth out. Anyways; warnings are just like kidnapping/hostage situation (of course hehe) and like some noncon situationships?? Thank you for reading<3

Your underwear. Photos of you. Multiple phones. And whose fucking teeth were those?

You felt dizzy like the room was spinning. Staring down at the mess of glass and teeth, you briefly thought about your chances of getting away. Just leave, and don't look back. Block Joe Goldberg's number; never see him again. But he already knew too much, and if the previously hidden box, now discarded on the floor, told you anything, it was that he would find you again.

Then the front door opened.

"Y/N, I’m back." Shit. Speak of the devil. A new wave of terror flowed through your veins as the unmistakable sound of the only way in and out of the small apartment was sealed shut with a resounding click as the lock was latched into place.

You were trapped.

"Hey, Y/N," Joe called again. You could hear him making his way to the bathroom you were hiding in, quickly, you stood from your place on the toilet seat and quietly closed the door just as he wrapped his knuckles against the old wooden frame. "You in there?"

"Just a moment!"

You waited in anticipation, watching for the toes of his worn boots to disappear from your view, the crack beneath the door offered you little insight into whatever happened beyond the bathroom, but still, you breathed a sigh of relief when his footsteps grew further. Joe was still talking to you as he made his way to the kitchen, but you couldn't comprehend a word he said too entranced with the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. You set about carelessly cleaning up the mess on the bathroom floor with only one goal in mind the whole time. Get the fuck away from Joe Goldberg.

Sweeping the glass shards into your bare hands was a dumb idea from the beginning, and yet the pain of a particularly jagged piece catching on the pad of your index finger still had you crying out in surprise. You slapped a hand over your mouth, praying Joe hadn't heard you. You listened to him in the kitchen, a mere few feet from where you cowered, the rustle of him going through the plastic bag of food he had brought home momentarily paused when you cried out. You knew that if you took any longer, he would get suspicious…

Shutting the bathroom door softly behind you, you nervously met the loving gaze of Joe Goldberg. "Everything alright?" He asked you sweetly, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your cheek while slipping a paper cup of coffee into your hand. You took it from him without a thought. The warmth of the cup was somewhat soothing to your heightened nerves. "Yeah, sorry.” You apologized, swiftly making your way past the dark-haired man. “Oh, hey, I actually just remembered I have this thing I need to do for work today-"

But he wasn't listening. Why was he looking at you like that? How could he already know?

"Oh my God, Y/N." His voice was full of concern as he grabbed the wrist of your coffee cup-clad hand, immediately disrupting your exit plan. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the murder scene of blood decorating the cup. "What happened?"

You shook your head at him, trying to free yourself from his grip. "Just a paper cut. But Joe, I do have to go now."

He quickly moved his hands to your shoulders, guiding you back towards the bathroom you had just escaped. "Come on, Y/N. Let me take care of you."

"Are you okay?" He asked, his question laced with genuine concern. His fingers brushed against your own as he freed the blood-stained cup from your clammy hand, setting it beside the sink before gently guiding you to sit on the closed toilet seat. "You're shaking." He noted calmly, holding your hand tightly to inspect the damage—something that would have been so comforting to you just twenty minutes earlier. "Yeah, I just have this thing with blood, you know?”

You tried to shut him down, but it was hard to get a word in when he kept playfully scolding you, telling you not to be ridiculous, to let him take care of you. You felt like you were being suffocated as you crossed the threshold into the dimly lit bathroom once more. Joe might as well have been holding you by the neck, his toothy grin and eagerness to help did nothing but further tighten the knot in your chest.

God, even your voice was shaking. Joe looked up from your injured hand and eyed you warily, barely acknowledging your obvious lie before he stepped back, moving to open the medicine cabinet above the sink, from it, he took out a plastic box of bandages.

You had no idea the crunching of glass beneath a shoe could be such a deafening sound.

Your heart stopped beating.

Joe tilted his head to see what he had stepped on, immediately noticing your poor attempt to hide his terrifying secret. He crouched down, and you held your breath. You should've been more careful cleaning up the mess. He found something. Of course, he found something.

Pinching whatever it was he discovered between his thumb and forefinger, he held the minuscule detail, the one that would be your demise, up to the light.

He saw it was a tooth right away. You saw it too. He knew that you knew.

Gulping, you stood from your spot on the toilet seat. "Like I said, Joe, I have to go.” You tried to sound confident, but when you went to meet his eye, he only stared beyond you. He was putting it together all too quickly. Reluctantly, you followed his gaze to see that the ceiling panel above you was not quite in its proper place. You glanced back down at Joe, but he was already watching you. Standing from his crouched position, his eyes never left you, and his gaze was deadly.

If looks could kill…

Shaking your head, you felt your eyes welling with tears. "I'm so sorry."

It was now or never.

You moved to shove past Joe. But he was already anticipating your escape attempt, grabbing you by your biceps, his once gentle grip was now painful and vicious as he slammed your back into the tiled wall behind you.

He wasn't going to just let you go.

"Joe, please!" You shrieked, your panicked breaths coming out hard and fast made your words all the more difficult to understand. "I have to go!"

"No." He growled, voice dark. The palm of his hand came down hard over your trembling lips and muffled your cries. Tilting his head at you, his expression was hard to read, his face void of emotion and it scared you. "No, you don't."

Fuck.

Wrapping your bloodied fingers around his wrist, you stared up at him with watery, desperate eyes. You tried to plead with him, but between your tears and the calloused hand against your mouth, your words fell upon deaf ears.

"Stop it!" He shouted suddenly. You immediately froze beneath him, falling silent, Joe never raised his voice at you. It was clear he hadn't expected himself to lose his temper as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before addressing you again. "I need you to trust me," He spoke slowly and firmly as if you were a misbehaved child and not his girlfriend. “Only then can I think about trusting you.” Once he saw that he had your attention, Joe hesitantly removed his hand from your lips, both his hands coming up instead to gently graze your jaw with his fingertips. The action was tender and intimate and had you biting down on your lower lip despite yourself, your other hand came up to latch onto his free wrist, holding onto him tightly with both hands as Joe slightly bent his knees to meet your gaze head-on.

"Please just let me go home." He offered you a sad smile in return. "You know, I can't do that."

For some reason, that’s what made you break. You were just so confused and overwhelmed. Your face scrunched up with emotion, eyes closing in distress, almost like an unconscious attempt to block out the horrible situation before you, and finally allowed a violent sob to rack through your body.

You barely got a tear out before Joe's arms were engulfing you in a strong embrace. One hand rested on your lower back, keeping your body close to his; the other held the back of your head protectively as he shushed you with a tone so sweet your stomach churned. You knew, despite it all, Joe hated seeing you like this and he was desperate to offer you whatever comfort he could.

But the embrace did no more than make you realize just how doomed you were. Your knees buckled at the ugly truth, and you leaned all your weight into Joe's embrace. "Shhh, I've got you." He cooed, easing the both of you to the floor, worried you could faint if he forced you to stay upright.

You buried your tear-stricken face into his chest, but your crying wouldn’t let up, even as he began to run his fingers through your hair, an action that you used to love.

"Y/N, I need you to calm down."

"But you're going to kill me!" You exclaimed, your own shaky hands coming up to grasp desperately at the dark dress shirt he wore. You needed to ground yourself in some way and Joe, who used to be your comfort and was the thing you feared all at once, made it so confusing. You didn’t know if you wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Huffing a sigh, Joe decided for you and hugged you tighter to him. Did you really have so little trust in him? "I would never hurt you, Y/N. I just need you to listen to me. I need to take you somewhere."

"No! No, Joe! I'm not going anywhere with you!" You shouted, abruptly pulling yourself away from him. Joe raised a finger to his lips, signaling for you to lower your voice. "Now, Y/N, if you can't cooperate, then things will get messy. I need you to trust me." Resting a hand atop your own, Joe maintained some sort of physical contact with you not trusting you enough otherwise. His face softened just slightly when you twisted your wrist to intertwine your fingers with his. "Can you trust me?"

Gulping, you shook your head at him. "I'm just so confused." You explained, dropping your gaze. "I know, Y/N. I know.” Joe gushed, bringing his face closer to yours when you tried to look away. “Let me take you to Mooney's, and I promise to explain everything to you then." He finished his attempt to convince you by brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear, making sure to graze his fingertips along your cheek in the process.

Your heart froze at the thought of going anywhere with him. What if he was lying? What if he took you somewhere secluded just to kill you? However, you knew deep down you weren’t going to be better off here if you continued to fight him. Taking in a shaky breath, you wanted to appear confident, so you allowed Joe to deepen your eye contact. You spoke slowly. "I trust you."

Joe sighed, his eyes fluttering shut in relief. "Good girl."

Pressing his hands onto the worn knees of his jeans, Joe stood up from his spot next to you on the floor. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe." He told you again, grabbing a washcloth from the side of the sink, turning on the faucet, he soaked a corner of the small towel. "No one will be able to find you there” Joe briefly glanced down at your vulnerable and frightened form, before quickly adding on, not wanting to scare you more, “But it'll only be temporary." You looked up at him through your lashes, your legs were too shaky to stand let alone to make another break for it. You tried to accept your fate, hanging on to the promise of temporary. Again, Joe came to crouch in front of you, gently dabbing your tear-stained, heated cheeks with the cool washcloth. "It'll only be long enough for you to calm down and for me to know I can trust you again."

His hand came up to caress your cheek, and your eyes snapped up to his face. He smiled at you, setting the washcloth aside. "I'm going to take care of you. I promise."

If only you could trust that.

[gtgbabie0]

Missing Lego bricks

{You come home to Spencer losing his mind over Lego pieces}

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Spencer, for the most part, is a level-headed person that’s what he likes to think at least. But right now at this moment, he thinks he might just go insane. He’s looked everywhere, in every nook and cranny of his living room and he’s starting to regret all of the books he leaves haphazardly around.

You had got him the typewriter Lego set for his birthday, and he was completely over the moon. In fact, he had even cried a little at the heartfelt gift, it was the first time in a while where his birthday didn’t feel like such a dreadful experience.

He remembers it so very fondly. How your eyes glistened with excitement as you watch him unwrap the present, the way your eyes crinkled with joy. He had rambled off about the history of typewriters to you a couple of times and in all honesty, it warmed his heart to know that you actually listen to him.

“Baby? I’m home” you call out hanging your coat on the hanger as walk further into his apartment. He would have greeted you and helped you with your coat and bags whilst sneaking in a shy kiss or two, but he was completely and utterly hung up on this lost Lego piece, he’s starting to think it might’ve just simply disappeared.

You smile, standing in the archway, he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before threading his fingers through his hair, his eyes scanning over the floor.

“You lost something?” You ask, and he perks up with surprise as if he didn’t even hear you come in.

He's quick to grab the instruction manual off the floor before jogging over to you, tripping over the stack of books that sit beside the coffee table. “This one- I’ve looked everywhere baby and I can’t find it, it’s just gone,” he tells you, pointing to the rouge piece of Lego.

You look over to the half-built typewriter noticing the way he had separated the different parts into small piles.

“Well it’s gotta be around here somewhere,” you tell him and he sighs, looking at you with disbelief.

Spencer is adamant as he shakes his head, “It’s not- it’s just poof, gone” he explains, his hands gesturing in every which way as he tries to get his point across. And you can’t stop the little giggle that slips from your lips, he looks like he’s going to lose it.

“Don’t laugh- this is a serious problem” he tells you watching as you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle your laughter.

“Okay, I’ll help you find it,” you tell him as he thanks you softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You both search for the tiny piece of plastic for a good minute or so. Moving the furniture around as you check in every corner of the room, looking behind all the books.

Then it hits you as you look over at the couch, “Have you looked under the sofa yet?” You ask. He frowns pushing the sleeves of his jumper up to his elbows as he scoffs at you.

“Looked under the sofa? Yes of course I did” he says, and you can tell from the way he fiddles with the strings of his jumper and the smirk that teeters on his lips that he’s lying.

You go and make some snarky comment something along the lines of ‘for a genius that was pretty dumb’ he could already hear it before the sentence could even leave your lips.

“Don’t even say anything” he says, a playful look flicking through his eyes as you purse your lips trying to stop the growing smile. You watch as he walks over to the sofa carefully stepping over the Legos that were neatly placed on the floor.

He picks up the edge of the sofa lifting it up slightly with a small grunt as you check underneath the couch and there it was a small grey Lego brick.

“Got it!- there you go pretty boy” You hand him the piece of plastic, watching as his eyes light up he. He thanks you as he walks back over to his place on the floor.

You join him on the wooden floor, your thigh against his knee as you watch him as he continues to build the typewriter, “Can I help you?” You ask, handing him the bricks.

He looks over at you, admiring just how pretty you are with those love-filled doe eyes of his. He presses a kiss to your temple. “Yeah of course you can sweetheart” he tells you, shuffling to make room for you.

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AN/ just wanna say that my requests are open! {I can also write for Emily Prentiss!} 💕

[thoughtsfromlayla]

Trip Down Memory Lane

Summary: Dream gets absolutely fucked by a piece of metal

Notes: ~800 words

Warnings/Tags: None, have fun with this dumb fic, he doesn't get tetanus, queued post

Main Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist

“You humans are so attached to objects,” Dream commented when he comes into the mess that is your garage. 

You barely jump, having long since gotten used to his impromptu visits. You’re in your messy gym clothes from high school, the t-shirt full of holes, and the sandals that have walked through Hell and Earth with. In the garage, you’re surrounded by the things of your childhood and two large boxes simply labeled “Donate” and “Keep”

“It is trash, but it’s sentimental trash!” You defended as you held a broken Skip-It in your dirty hands. You throw the plastic toy into an unknown corner you have now labeled “Trash”

Dream is content with himself as he watches you dig around and sort your things. He watches as colorful toys of your childhood get stacked in the “donate” box. 

“Holy crap, I forgot about these,” You smile, holding the ziplock bag of endless amounts of Silly Bandz. 

You walk over to Dream, opening the bag, and ignoring the few strands that managed to escape. You pick out a few that you thought suited Dream: a red flower, a silver crown, a blue castle, and a black bird. 

“Gimme,” You ask while looking at his arm. 

Dream holds out his hand to which you stretch the rubber around his wrist before letting go and letting the bracelets snap to the shape of his wrist. 

“It’s useless,” He commented. 

You simply rolled your eyes as you tossed the rest of the bracelets into the “donate” box. “You had to be there to get it.” You blurbed out and began to dig around once again. 

“I was trapped during the time.” Dream stated. Still, he looks at the bracelets on his wrists, snapping at one of them against his skin. 

“Right… I forgot about that,” You turn around to him apologizing to which he merely brushed off. 

The day continues as you go down a nostalgic journey of toys from your childhood. Your parent’s house required a good cleaning, but who knew you would have your heartstrings tugged at as you held onto the American Girl Dolls that your mom still kept for you. 

They went into the “keep” box.

“They hold more significance than the others,” Dream comments as he notices you carefully brushing back the hairs on one of the dolls. 

“Yeah, I used to tell them about my day while I brushed their hair when I was little. I think they know more of my secrets than anyone else in the universe,” You confessed. 

“I see.”

You continued in your sorting, stopping once to place with a noise tub for a few minutes, and then stopped again as you brought forth a metal Razor scooter. 

“Oh… my God,” You squealed, holding onto the scooter as you walked out of the garage into the summer sun. 

You readjusted the length of the handle before you started pushing yourself around on the scooter, feeling the wind blow against your hair and clothes.

Noticing Dream watching you, you decided to show off. “Watch this,” You smiled as you jumped while skating around and with a flick of your wrist, the deck swung under and around the bar before you landed on it once again. 

You skated back over to Dream, who, if you squinted hard enough, had a small look of impression on his face. 

“You try it,” You giggled, handing him the scooter. “Bet you can’t.” 

Never one to back down from a challenge, he took to the scooter. The metal where your sweaty hands had gripped is still warm as he takes over. He mimicked what you did, skating to the middle of the driveway. He jumped, he flicked his wrist, and then…

You winced, covering your eyes with your hands. You watched between your fingers as the deck of the scooter hit him straight in the ankles. You feel his pain, having felt it many times back in the day. 

Morpheus writhes as the pain shoots through him. You’ve never seen him cuss before, but you think he’s on the brink of it as the pain starts to make him spasm. 

He goes from human to a flopping fish, to a cat, to a cabbage head, to a roaring sea-faring monster, and back to human again. Each time, the Silly Bandz still wrapped around some portion of him 

You’ve since run to his side. “Are you okay?” You asked, the laugh in the back of your throat was sorely hidden as you watched the Endless lay motionless in the middle of your driveway. 

“No.” 

“Yeah, fair enough. Let’s get you some ice,” You laughed. 

While you’re gone, Dream throws the scooter into the “Donate” box with a glare.

Main Masterlist | One Shot Masterlist

[astroohoe]

Astro observations

Hi! I know its been a while since i posted ...was going through some thangs loll now let's get to itttt.

•Gemini women loves to gossip lol. They can literally be gossiping about you while youre literally there, they do not care if you hear or not . Honestly, i think the end goal was for you to hear theyre talking shit about you lol

•Gemini women have anger issues. They're really HOT TEMPERED and you can hear it from the top of their voice it's soooo bad😑

•Virgo women are mean 😑...most people dislike virgo women because they can criticize you, judge you all day and it might even seem like they bullying you lol...im a virgo myself and i don't even like most of the virgo women ive met ........they're personality is just 100% TRASH and they're sooo blunt eiiii😂😂😂

Ex:Beyonce in destinys's child...lol search for her old interviews with the...girl has been judging them all day😂 and the SHADE she used to give to them!! Guuuuuuuuurl was shady aslllll😂😂😂😂

•Taurus women are GOLDIGERS

•Aries sun men are selfish sometimes, they'll choose themselves first and you'll be soooo surprised😂

•Scorpio men are SENSITIVE! DRAMA KINGS ALL DAY...I swear I've never seen a man act sooooo petty and a bitch at the same time lol.

•Scorpio men are caring

•Scorpio men love love and loves the idea of love and a relationship lol they cant be single for oneday, always looking .

•Grown Capricorn men are 100% PREDATORY🙄

•Pieces men literally have a phase in their early 20's where they're just HOES and a menace in their relationships🤣😭😭😭 they could be dating three of four girls at the time and you wont even figure it out..that Neptune energy blurs all the lies..it makes them a GOOD LIAR and skilled at it....they can even gaslight you when you ask them if they are cheating on you...but when they grow in their 40's they actually STEP UP as MEN .they can literally reject girls to tell them im married and i love me wife..so be patient...They're also EXTREMELY LOVING AND SELF SACRIFICING 🥰🥰🥰🥰

.Pieces venus and mars knows how to give love, lol they're soooooo sweet. You're lucky to have a Pieces venus a bf or gf they know how to love.

•Virgo venuses are hoes100%

•Aquarius women are hypocrites but solo beautiful. They are shady friends and good at stealing peoples husbands and boyfriends....they're NOT that good of a people tbh.

•Sagitarrius women are thee most intelligent in the class followed by Capricorn women. They always get good grades . lol are you messing with a half horse half human and LITERALLY THE GOAT??😂😂😂 at you dumb??

•EARTH SIGNS WOULD ROAST YOU...YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT THE SMOKE WITH THEM....ESPECIALLY WITH TAURUS MEN...THEY WILL ROAST YOU TO EVEN END UP GETTING PLASTIC SURGERY

•Capricorn men can insult you on every deeper level.

•Virgo women have a sharp tongue and they can literally plan on revenging you honestly...im even scared of earth signs they're not to be played with .

•Sagitarius women see LITERALLY every women as they're competion...why??? They are one of theee most jealous signs EVER...LIKE??

•Gemini women are annoying tbh😑

•Capricorn girls were the mean girls in school 100%

•Aquarius mercuries have a smart mouth and a sooooo intelligent.

•Cancer women are soooo feminine...and extremely funny ...my beauties>>>>>>

•LEOS are soooooo motherly😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 like, i love y'all

•Aries and Libra....why do y'all like each other sooooo much??...and most of the times , it is the libras who chases the Aries suns...The libra men are sooooo obsessed with the Aries woman, or Aries rising lol....

So thats it forrrrr meeeee ......hope you enjoyed? Byeeee

[simplyzeeka]

Warnings: Adult content, profanity, infidelity. MDNI!!! You're gonna hate them, a lot...

Pairing: Terry × stripper!black fem oc (Syrae)

Note: This is a piece about storytelling. This is fiction! I do not condone infidelity in any way, and neither should anyone. Terry Richmond is a fictional character, as well as my Oc. Thank you.

Something Seasonal

Sometimes, life throws you into the damnest of predicaments just to fuck with you, taunting you as a reminder that you could never be in control.

“Your fiancé know you here?” A question slips past the sly smile she had on her lips. He chuckles, gaze unmoving, needing to commit her beauty to memory.

“It's my bachelor party, pretty sure she doin’ the same thing as me.” A shrug, he wasn't worried, pretty confident he would maintain his faithfulness. “Hmm, a shame, really.” her voice echoes, flying like pretty little monarchs into his ear and straight to his stomach.

“And why's that?” Curious, he needed to know, even if it would possibly kill him. “Cause I could've given the greatest dance in your life.” because if it did, satisfaction would most definitely bring him back. “You still can.” A nonchalant shrug, a mistake more than anything… because once lines blurred, it was hard to draw them again.

“Put it on me, baby.” And who would deny him with eyes like that? Syrae wouldn't, and Indigo? Indigo wouldn't dare to.

And no matter how many times you try to take it by its reigns…

“Terry, we said just friends.” Kiss right below her ear, she tilts her head because who was she kidding trying to take control. “And these are friendly kisses” kiss behind her jaw, she shudders because she was stupid enough to even pursue something as mediocre as friendship with him. “What's happenin' in my panties is not very friendly���” a laugh, a pussy fluttering laugh, because how was he supposed to stop this when she said shit like that?

“Could help you with that if you let me.” kiss on her shoulder, faux reassurance he gives because they knew they shouldn't do anything with what's happening between them. A little something to keep the guilt at bay, before it eats at them, like the way he pined to eat on her.

Experience is something you can never avoid, because that's all life was about.

“You fuckin’ him?” Rich baritone, enough to command her attention. Syrae stops stacking her money in the plastic bag. “You not ‘sposed to be here, T.” She says with a sigh, resuming with her task. She'd be damned than to look him in the eyes, didn't want that kind of torture.

“Syrae.” One eye roll grants her one step closer from him, a sigh grants another and by the time she turns to face him, he's right in front of her. “Terry no, how you feel happy bout what you doin’ to that girl? Is the guilt not eating at you? Now you come prancing ‘round here talkin’ bout some ‘you fuckin’ him?’. Get out my face and go home to your wife. What we had was wrong, but it's done, okay? I'm do-.”

Doesn't even give her a chance to finish before smashing their lips together. And like that dumb woman Syrae always patronises herself to be, she reciprocates. Terry didn't want her to finish that statement, didn't want it to be true. She couldn't possibly be done with him.

A little selfish in the way he wanted to have the best of both worlds. Keep her in a little jar like she was a monarch, like the ones she always gave him when her voice reached his ears, or when her smile was directed at him. When he was the cause of her laughs, her content sighs, melodic moans, and ghostly gasps.

Because it was something about the way Syrae looked at Terry, the way she conformed his love, mind, body and soul to be hers entirely, that made him believe that their destiny was written in the stars.

He just hoped that they weren't star-crossed. Because there was a tormenting heartache that came with knowing someone was meant for you, but not meant to be with you

And with experience, comes heart-wrenching lessons.

Syrae Yasirah Belles. Terrence Richmond

"Indigo" "Terry"

Note: "I'm not gon' do it girl, I was just thinking about it...

Might turn this into a whole series because I'm THAT invested, but I also might just leave it like this. The former sounds very much enticing because I'm very much procrastinating.

These are just little snippets between Syrae and Terry. Just a little something to keep my brain at bay.

[emositecc]

God I fucking hate Victoria the crybaby so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every page she's in, every scene, every fanart, every comic, she's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass personality on her stupid green face. Absolutely no part of her ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. Her stupid fucking dress? Who the hell wears a dress like that. Her dumb fucking lizard tail? Her shitty, annoying bastard attitude ? The three thousand percent dumbass shitass fucking haircut that no woman has EVER FUCKING SHITTY HAIR DESING HAD IN THE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate her. I hate her so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a comic or a fanart of her, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Boo hoo, I'm Bitchtoria the fuckshit whiny ass woman, woe is me. PITY ME 😢😢😢😢". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like shrek but if shrek was written by vivziepop. Your dumb fucking hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking dress and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top shitty ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene she's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a walmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know she's just a shitty fucking sad woman in a stupid fucking fan comic, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate her. I hate hier on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the bitch wife is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate her so much. I hate her so, so fucking much. I want to light her ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat her to death with her own stupid fucking punchable face. I want to punch her to death. I want to bash her brains out. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that her existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional woman

you've gone on sending me these kinds of messages in my ask box everytime i've updated my comic, even mentioning r*pe in your latest ones. At first I thought this is a bit, but now i honestly dont know. I think you need help and for your own good and mine, I'm going to be blocking you.

This probably wont stop you from reading my comic in other platforms but if you still do, please refrain from messaging me or whatnot because I will just block you again.

okay, thank you.

^ and that's not even ALL of it.

there's like 50+ more

get help.

[octuscle]

Life is too stressful, I wish I was a dumb horny stoner.

Dude, why is mankind so ungrateful! You look great, have a super well-paid job, but are you satisfied? No, you'd rather be a stoner. Is that why you hang out at the skate park so much? The kids are already making fun of you!

But that's okay, I'm just a service provider. So you want to be a pothead who makes his money as a small-time dealer and sometimes works as a graffiti artist. You're not bad with the spray cans. But you'll never be a great artist…

You're just about to return to the office from your lunch break when you notice the small plastic bag of “spices” in your jacket pocket. You ask the guy sitting in the next bench if he has any tobacco and rolling paper. He looks at you questioningly, skeptically, probably thinking you're a cop. You discreetly show him the bag, and he opens his backpack and takes out tobacco and rolling paper.

You are over an hour late when you arrive at the office. And still high. But hey, it makes you more creative. Your boss asks you if you would like to come to the office showered again from time to time. You run your fingers through your long greasy hair. And ask if you could appease him with a blowjob or a bit of weed. After a few minutes, security is escorting you out. Damn, an office job isn't for you anyway!

First of all, you have to get out of this damn suit. It's like a straitjacket. You can get like $200 for a single piece of fabric at a thrift store! With that, you can get a cool complete outfit, a skateboard and you can buy fresh weed. Dude, who buys such expensive clothes?

That's better! Much better. Now for a skate. And sometimes, towards evening, one of those armchair farts will come by. To buy weed. Or to suck your pasty dick. Because in either case they feel a bit like a rebel. You don't care. Both bring in money. And cumming in an office drone's throat is actually fun!

[forever-rogue]

ok so maybe Steve's at work doing his nurse thing when who shows up in the emergency room and didn't even call to tell him that she was hurt? his favorite girl, that's who.

hmm?

AN | More Nurse Steeb!🥺🥺 This can be read as a companion piece to this, but also as a stand alone!

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Nurse!Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Nurse Steve, Steve, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were dreading this moment. You really, really didn't want to be here. The temptation to just turn and run away was so high. It would have been so easy to just leave and go home…but the shooting pain in your arm told you that was an even worse idea.

The hospital was big…so maybe you wouldn't see him at all. Right? Right. Or that's what you were hoping for. The odds really were slim to none and yet… Maybe you didn't even need to go to the ER. Maybe you could just call and schedule a regular appointment with your doctor…

"Fuck," you sighed heavily as you looked between the entrance and your car. You had to do it. There was no way you could get out of this one.

Trying to collect your remaining dignity, you walked into the hospital and up to the counter. The woman behind the screen looked at you for a moment, recognizing you but not quite placing it.

"I-I think I did something to my elbow," you explained, tears already welling up and threatening to run down your cheeks, "I fell and it's stuck at this weird angle and I couldn't move it. Every time I try it hurts so bad."

She peeks over the counter before noticing the odd placement of your left elbow, "oh dear. Well, we'll get you right in with the doctor. First, let me get your name please."

You nodded and told her your first name and hesitated for a moment. She waited for you to go on and you sighed before giving her your last name, "Harrington."

And…realization hit her. She knew exactly who you were. You, him, and the disgustingly cute story of how you'd met in that very ER were well known around the hospital. You gave her a sheepish smile as she scribbled a few things down, "go ahead and take a seat. I've got everything here, honey."

"Thank you," the older woman's gentleness already made you feel better, despite your current predicament, "and umm…could we not tell him yet? Or at least don't put me in his wing?"

"I'll do my best," she promised with a knowing wink. You nodded softly before padding over to one of the stiff plastic chairs, careful not to irritate your arm further. 

A heavy, tired sigh escaped your lips as you closed your eyes for a few moments of solace from the piercing fluorescence of the hospital lights. A dumb little part of your brain even dreamed that maybe you'd get home without him knowing anything.

Doubtful.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Well," the doctor, an older man with a calm aura - which did nothing to help your nerves - was almost silent as looked over your x-rays and studied the findings, "you've got yourself a dislocated elbow."

"No," you groaned as you looked at the ceiling. How could you be this clumsy and unlucky?

"Yes," he pointed at your arm, still stuck at an awkward angle as if to prove his point, "and that is nothing to scoff at."

"Umm, how do I fix it?" you asked softly, trying to ignore the throbbing, "can it be fixed?"

“Oh yes,” he seemed unphased by your question, as your panic had increased, “most of the time it can be corrected without surgery-”

“Without? S-so you mean you there’s a chance I would need surgery?” your lip trembled with effort as you tried to cry, “what are the odds?”

“The first thing I’m going to do is to try and set it back into place and then we’ll immobilize the arm for now,” he looked up at you for a moment and saw the distressed look on your features, “meaning you’ll be in a sling for some time. It’s imperative that you keep as still as possible for now. In a few weeks we’ll see how it’s setting and how your range of movement is. And onto physical therapy.”

“Physical therapy?” alright. This had to be some sort of cosmic joke. The last time you were in the ER was when you’d broken your ankle a few years ago. That had almost ended up with surgery and absolutely had required physical therapy, “oh.”

“It’ll be okay, Mrs. Harrington,” he insisted, “I’ve seen these before and while inconvenient, rest assured you’ll make a full recovery.”

“I-”

“I’ll send in the nurse and have them set you up with a sling and the dos and don’ts and talk to you about painkillers,” he gave you a pat on the opposite shoulder, “I’ll see you back in about two weeks. Any questions you have the nurse will be able to answer.”

“Okay,” you nodded and slumped your shoulders as you watched him go. Steve was going to lose his mind when he saw you, “fuck me.”

After a few minutes of terse silence, a few gentle knocks came at the door. You confirmed they could come in and regretted your decision as soon as you did. It wasn’t just any nurse that happened to be assigned to you. It was your husband.

“Steve?”

“Baby?”

“I-” he’d all but dropped your charts and came over to you, his hands finding your face as he studied you. He’d read over your chart to read the doctor’s diagnosis, but had neglected to read the name. Otherwise he would have known it was you. As soon as you looked in those big, soft eyes all the unshed tears rolled down your cheeks, “I-I fell.”

“Honey,” he closed his eyes and let out a small sigh, whether of stress or relief you weren’t sure. He tenderly brushed away your tears before placing a kiss to your forehead, “it’s okay. I know it hurts, but don’t cry…please. I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it better.”

“It hurts so bad, Stevie,” you wanted nothing but for him to wrap you up in his arms, but were also terrified of hurting your arm further, “I’m so stupid, ‘m sorry.”

“You’re not stupid and there’s nothing to be sorry for,” he gently shushed by putting a finger to your lips, “I’m glad you came in, okay? I know how stubborn you can get, my clumsy girl. But I’m here to take care of you.”

“I asked them not to send you,” you sniffled, laughing ever so softly as he shook his head in amusement. He tutted, but it was nothing but warm and affectionate, “didn’t want you to worry or panic.”

“It is my job to take care of you,” he insisted softly, “both here in a professional capacity and everywhere else as your husband and best friend. Will you tell me what happened, angel? How did you hurt yourself so badly?”

“You’re gonna laugh,” a pout settled on your pretty, soft lips and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to them, “it’s silly.”

“I won’t laugh,” he promised, “scout’s honor.”

“You were never a boy scout, Steve.”

“Still counts.”

“Does not-”

“You’re stalling,” he insisted, already guessing your little ployl, “just tell me what happened, baby.”

“I was in the backyard and I went to move one of the lounge chairs off the deck and one thing led to another and I lost my footing and slipped and tried to stop my fall with my hand and then hit my elbow and the thing I knew it was lots of pain and I couldn’t move my lower arm,” you replayed the events in your head and silently cringed at yourself, “and I came here.”

You looked up and found Steve’s brows knitted together as he kept his eyes on your chart. He was silent, but then you could see the subtle shake of his shoulders. You used your good hand and slapped his arm, “Steve Harrington, you’re laughing! Don’t laugh at me, you said you wouldn’t!”

“Honey, honey, honey,” he took your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m not laughing at you…I’m just amused by the situation.”

“You wouldn’t be laughing at another patient!”

“Other patients aren’t my wife,” he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to meet his, “and I love you more than anything, so it’s affectionate teasing.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” you huffed, but there was no malice behind your voice, “now make it better…please.”

“I will,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I promise I’ll make it better, sweetheart.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Ugh,” you sighed for what felt like the millionth time as you tried to move around to get comfortable. You were exhausted - tired and worn out from your accident and the excitement of the day, but sleep had proven to be elusive. The worst part of all, there were only certain ways you could lie down to keep your arm still and without causing too much pain. None of the positions were working. Steve was lying in bed next to you, attempting to read but you were sure he wasn’t doing much reading from all your huffing and puffing. You turned your head and gave him an apologetic look, “sorry Stevie.”

“It’s okay,” he promised as he dog-eared his page and snapped his book shut, setting it on the nightstand, “I know it’s difficult to adjust to, baby. Let me try and help.”

“This sucks,” you huffed before looking over at him, both of you breaking into a fit of giggles, “I’m never doing anything else again for myself. It’s proven to be a bad idea.”

“I’d say the broken ankle worked out pretty well,” he grinned as you looked at him in confusion, “more or less. I got to meet the girl of my dreams right there in the ER.”

“And to think, if I hadn’t broken my ankle we’d have never met,” you said, touching his cheek with your good hand and giving him a soft smile, “the injury sucked, but the man I got out of it is pretty amazing.”

“Who knows,” he shrugged with a small smile, “maybe something good will come out of this too. You’ll just have to get better first. That means listening to me and taking it easy and -”

“Asking for help,” you finished softly, “I will, Steve. I will. But I have a request for when this mess is all healed…”

“Go on, I’m curious now…”

“Can we get a dog?” you asked with wide, curious eyes as his face softened. Of course you would use this for something like this. Truth was, he wanted a dog too, but it just never had been the right time, maybe now that dream would come true, “pretty please, Stevie?”

“We’ll see,” he promised and you could tell what he meant, which only caused your smile to grow, “we’re focusing on you first.”

“Fine,” you agreed happily, “but right now I just want to sleep.”

“C’mere,” he got out of bed and came over to your side, gently helping to move to the side he occupied just moments earlier. It was warm and smelled like him, which was immediately comforting. He adjusted your pillows and fluffed them, making it so you could lie on your side, but keeping your elbow propped up so you wouldn’t jostle or hurt it, “better?”

“Much,” you agreed as he slid into bed next to you, “and now I can sleep facing you. That makes me feel better.”

“Me too,” he promised softly, “plus, the view’s pretty fucking stunning.”

“Steve,” you playfully chided him, “I look and feel like a mess!”

“A beautiful, wonderful, amazing mess,” he joked, “that I love so very much. I promise it’ll be okay, angel. I’ll take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you leaned in as much as you could and he met you halfway, kissing you softly and gently, “I love you so much, Steve Harrington. You’re my savior, I swear.”

“I love you, clumsy girl,” he whispered against your lips, “I’ll always take care of you. I swear it.”

[bywons]

୨୧ STRAWBERRIES WITH CHOCOLATE— y. jungwon

pairing. yang jungwon x f!reader        w.c.  0.5k               tw/cw. not proofread mentions of food, blood(to describe blushing), kissing, tell me if i missed out smnthg!        genre. college au, non idol au

sru's note! oh my gah writing after a long time, so excuse me if it's bad :( reblogs are appreciated!

m.list ⏐ requests are open! ⏐ navi

The library was rather quite. But of course there would be faint noises of rapid turning of pages and scribbling sounds of pen against paper, accompanied with hushed whispers of random gossips among the students.

But right now there was a higher frequency beside your ear, blubbering nonsense, while munching on the chocolate coated strawberries you made.

"—and then professor Kang decides to kick me out of the class?! Whereas i was just earin som shhtrawberries bro!" Yang Jungwon, the constant trouble up your ass, kept on rambling incoherently while shamelessly munching on the snacks.

"i think professor Kang did a wonderful job", you sighed, drifting your eyes over the texts of the open book in your lap.

You could already feel the heavy eye rolls from Jungwon as he moved his whole body to face you, a small plastic box of few remaining chocolate coated strawberries in his hands.

Jungwon leaned closer and you could figure out his little cocky smirk already. the box of strawberries now rested on the library floor, as he got closer to your ear, his breathe hot and hitting your cheeks, his lips grazing your ears like a feather.

"oh?", jungwon chuckled as he whispered, "you're only saying this cause i'm with you now, aren't ya?"

"oh shut up 'won!", you immediately shifted your head away from him but you couldn't control the evident blush that dawned on your cheeks. his proximity, his low voice and the tingling sensation on your ears were just enough to feel blood shoot up to your ears.

"how can i shut up now that you've given me a nickname, hmm?", jungwon smirked once more, tossing another of the strawberries in his mouth.

"i-", you couldn't formulate a single sentence at this point as jungwon would always have a flirtatious and smug comeback up his sleeve. he grinned, leaning down against the library shelf.

his striking smile also added to your now dumb state, by the way.

"You've been eating these for a week now", the book was closed in your lap and pointed towards the very plastic box in jungwon's hands with a bored pout.

"That's cause you've been makin' me these for a week, sweetcheeks", jungwon winked.

rolling your eyes, you scoffed, tilting your head as you watched jungwon munch away the snacks you made for him, looking ever so compelling even in an action as simple as this.

suddenly he just pulled you closer, letting your head flush against his chest and your skin bathe from his body heat.

"jungwon i think there's a lot of people h—"

"mm-hmm, i know," he cuts you off, wrapping a hand around your shoulder, "but i know for a fact that we're at the very back of the library, and i only care about my sweetcheeks and this cute stuff she made for me."

yang jungwon was yet again successful in making blood rush up to your cheeks, only this time, he had both your bodies falling together like puzzle pieces.

"by the way," you mumbled, playing with the loose strings hanging from jungwons sweater, while he saved one last strawberry in the box, "are the strawberries any sweet?"

"sweet as sugar," jungwon sang. he guided your neck upwards to him, as he looked down at you, smiling ever so softly.

"but you know what is even sweeter?"

"what?"

although you didn't get any verbal answer from jungwon, the answer did come from his lips, by connecting his to yours, to a saccharine kiss. heck, you could even taste the strawberries with chocolate!

© bywons, 2024. do not copy, translate or upload any of my works without my permission.

[whowantslovergirl]

You Stupid Bitch

Maddy Perez x reader (gender not specified)

warnings: cursing its euphoria yk, nate jacobs the homophobic gay woman beater, talks about the abuse, reader being an awesome person, somewhat happy ending, and yea! don't forget to smile!! ^ this means start the song 💋

euphoria masterlist

Summary: Maddy can't see that the perfect one for her is Y/N

posted: January 27,2024

Almost everyone knows how toxic Maddy and Nate is. If you don't know anything about their relationship you basically live under a rock.

The person who knew the most was Y/n a timid person but with a loud personality that's why Maddy and them got along so well.

It even got to the point where everyone thought they were a couple and only Y/n wishes for such a thing.

Because they and everyone else believes they are perfect for Maddy.

Except Maddy. ^

You let the wrong people love you

But you don't see that, do you?

When you cry and need my comfort

I drop everything to come over

Nate fucked up again and Maddy is paying for it again.

They were in her room making out and her phone kept ringing. It was this guy that was like obsessed with Maddy.

Nate saw it, got angry, threw stuff like the man he is, Maddy started crying, Nate didn't care, and blah blah blah. He left and Maddy is still crying and immediately texted you.

You were doing homework and a project at the same time when you got a text.

Maddy <3

can u please come over need ur comfort again??

You immediately went to her house.

The homework and project is due next week anyway.

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

the perfect one for you is me?

You were over at Maddys again trying to her calm down. "He's such a cunt Y/n! I did nothing fucking wrong!" You were quick to agree and still trying to get her to calm down.

"Just count to ten and try to breathe babe." You call everyone babe so of course Maddy isn't gonna find anything weird with the nickname.

She slowly started to calm down. "Thanks Y/n I can always count on you. You're literally my soulmate." She smiled and pulled you into a hug.

If only she said that out of a romantic love instead of a platonic one.

Maddy is your soulmate.

But she's too fucking dumb to see that.

"Anything for you Mads."

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

the perfect one for you is me?

You and Maddy were taking a walk around the block. An old couple was walking the opposite way and they saw you guys.

"Oh well you guys are the most beautiful young couple l've ever seen!" The old lady says with a smile.

Before you correct her Maddy was a little too quick to jump to the opportunity.

"Oh we're not together I have a boyfriend." Yea for two more days, is what you wanted to say but the old lady just apologized and said

"Well I can tell the one you have now is not the one."

Literally everyone knows it but her.

You don't know what you deserve

And that's why you end up hurt

But you never listen

Take my advice as criticism

"Maddy he doesn't deserve you!" You and Maddy were arguing over the fact that Nate is a piece of shit. You think she doesn’t deserve to be treated like a piece of plastic but she believes that he’s just broken and needs someone to help him.

“You don’t known him Y/n! He needs someone to help him!”

“Yeah a fucking therapist! You shouldn’t have to pay for his actions Mads!” She just shook her head. “He treats you like shit! Every time something happens he storms off like a fucking bitch. He doesn’t care about you, Maddy. He just knows you will never leave him.”

“He does care Y/n! He’ll kill for me and I’ll kill for him. You just don’t know what true love looks like because you’ve been treated like shit in all of your relationships!” You knew she didn’t mean that so you just brushed it off.

“You don’t know what you deserve Maddy and when he puts his hands on you, which he will, don’t come crying to me!” You stormed out of her room and she heard the door slam and immediately started crying.

Her mom, who heard the whole thing. Just stared at her. Maddy looked up wondering why her own mother is not comforting her.

“Tienen razón Maddy. Puede parecer amor verdadero, pero es todo menos eso y muy pronto lo verás tal como es.”

(They are right Maddy. It may feel like true love but it’s anything but that and you will see him for who he truly is very soon.)

Then make the worst decisions

She went back to him but you weren’t surprised in any way. She can be stupid if she wants, you stopped caring.

You saw her the Monday after the fair and you guys made eye contact and she looked pale and very tired. She was also dressed in a turtleneck, since when did she wear a turtleneck in hot weather. Then it hit you.

‘I knew it, he fucking choked her.’

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

When you see Maddie having a breakdown in the cafeteria and only Cassie comforting her at school you can tell she needs you. Really bad.

So you go over and just sit down and hug her. No questions asked. And she gladly accepted the hug and just cried into your shoulder.

“It’s alright Mads.”

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

After Maddy had your comfort. She’s been on you like crazy. Trying to kiss you and all. You thought this is what you wanted but not like this. Not after Nate.

“Maddy please. Just chill out.” You said trying to pull her arms off you. and she’s still trying to kiss you and hug you.

“You know your the best ever right? Even better than Nate.”

This is fucking bullshit.

Don't bite your lip or grit your teeth

Just count to ten and try to breathe

You stupid bitch, can't you see

The perfect one for you is me?

Another shitshow with Nate and Maddy. You’re honestly sick of this shit.

You gotta tell her how you feel.

_____

“Maddy I can’t do this anymore.”

“Do what?”

“You know what Maddy! This fucking hot and cold shit. I’m done being the therapist.”

“If it was that serious why did you keep doing it?!”

“Because I was in love with you Maddy! I was fucking in love. But now I’m not so?!”

“What do you mean you’re not?”

“I mean I’m not Maddy. Bye.” You walked out and just left her.

You never felt so fucking free.

The perfect one for you is me

The perfect one for you is me

You stupid bitch, can't you see

She just couldn’t see you were perfect for her and will continue to get hurt. But you’re okay with that.

The perfect one for you is me?

An: GOT MY SHIT CHECKED but the spacing looks weird so I don’t know how to fix tht BUT HOPE YOU ENJOYED

[rekino2114]

Going trick-or-treating with chara

Halloween post #5

Pairing: female chara dreemurr x gn reader

Summary:Frisk managed to convince chara to celebrate Halloween and go trick-or-treating with her. She did it by promising her 2 things:free chocolate and getting to spend time with you

A/n:The headcanon that chara loves chocolate is one I've seen around a lot, and it's really adorable, so I'm keeping it for my version of her

"This is so dumb"

"Don't say that, chara, it's gonna be fun"

It was Halloween, and Frisk decided to celebrate the holiday by doing a classic:trick-or-treating. Even if the monsters probably didn't know about it, she still wanted the three humans in the underground to celebrate

While convincing you was pretty easy, because you wanted to have fun too, trying to get chara to participate was harder. She didn't really see the point and called the tradition stupid, but after telling her she could have a lot of free chocolate (and be with you), she agreed even if reluctantly

"What's with the costume anyway?"

"Hm? What do you mean? You told me to wear this"

"I told you to dress up as a devil. You put on some plastic horns and called it a day, that's barely a costume"

"I don't need a costume, I'm already a demon basically, and what about you, you just cut a hole into a sheet and used it as a shirt, put on fake wings and a halo......wait now that I'm thinking about it, why are we matching? Shouldn't I be matching with y/n? They're my partner"

"Ohhhh, you wanna see them that badly?"

Chara blushed and raised her voice at frisk

"S-shut up, I was just asking"

"Suuuuuure anyway they should be here any mome-"

"Hey babe, hi frisk"

Your arrival made both of the girls smile (even if chara's was a bit more subtle) and wave at you

"Hey y/n, chara couldn't wait to see you, she wanted to-"

"I already told you shut up.....hey y/n....n-nice costume by the way"

"Oh, thanks, yours is nice too"

The red eyed girl gave a smug look at her friend while smiling more at you

"Oooook, let's go now. Everyone has their basket, right?"

You two nodded as frisk grinned

"Wonderful, ok everyone, we're gonna have the best trick-or-treating the underground has ever seen"

"Probably the only one"

"A-anyway, we're gonna get so many candies! Let's start"

You three went to different houses to trick-or-treat and actually got quite a lot of sweets, mainly because of chara terrifying every monster into giving her chocolate despite frisk constantly telling her not to

"I gotta admit, that was pretty fun, I should have listened to you from the start frisk"

".....do you think it was fun just because you got to scare everyon with your face"

"What about it? Isn't the whole point of Halloween fear?"

"....I guess"

"And it was because of chara that we got so many candies, so I'd say it was worth it. Thanks, babe,"

"See y/n gets it"

"Whatever, let's just go back home"

You went there and sprinted past toriel to your bedroom where you sat on the bed and emptied your baskets on it

"OK, so should we trade?"

"GIVE ME ALL THE CHOCOLATE!!"

without warning, chara instantly grabbed every single chocolate bar and chocolate flavored sweet that was there before unwrapping one of them and starting to eat it

".......I should have expected that. Well, I guess we can trade the non chocolate stuff between ourselves y/n"

You did just that and ate the candies you got until chara approached you with a bar of chocolate in her hand

"H-hey, I'm full, and this was leftover so....... wanna share?

"Oh~ chara sharing chocolate, I didn't think that was possible, I guess that's what love does, though,"

Chara simply glared at frisk while you laughed and snapped the bar in half, giving yourself a piece

"Sure, I like chocolate almost as much as you, so thanks"

"Don't mention it"

You and chara ate the bar while smiling at each other. When you finished, you looked at her and kissed her cheek, which made her blush a lot and caused frisk to laugh again

"W-what was that for?"

"What? So I can't kiss my girlfriend now?"

"N-no, I'm not saying that just-"

She suddenly pulled you closer to her and kissed you passionately on the lips, making you melt into the moment

"If you want to kiss me, commit to it"

"Sure thing, sorry......you taste like chocolate"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No it's still delicious, just like your regular kisses"

"Good"

She hugged you, pulling you closer to her once again

"Happy Halloween.......love"

"Happy Halloween to you too sweetie"

[noellawrites]

Baby Bear - Richie Jerimovich x Berzatto!reader

summary: as the youngest Berzatto sibling, you know you’re screwed when you find out you’re pregnant with Richie’s baby.

warnings: pregnancy, grooming mention & abortion mention.

Nothing, nothing could’ve prepared you for two pink lines on that goddamn test. Your hand trembled lightly as you placed the piece of plastic on the dirty bathroom counter.

Your stomach dropped. How the hell were you supposed to tell Richie? And what would you say to your siblings? You were screwed.

You showed up early for your shift at The Beef in order to take the test, which you’d nervously purchased earlier from the local bodega. You thought it was just a few missed periods due to stress, the restaurant, stuff with Mikey. You never actually thought you could be pregnant.

Carmy and Sugar would kill Richie. And all three of them would kill you. Mikey would probably crawl out of his grave next, just so he could beat Richie up for knocking up his kid sister.

As the youngest Berzatto, you’d worked in The Beef from the ripe age of twelve. You washed dishes and waited tables for Mikey, your favorite sibling and oldest brother. Now, in your early 20’s, you worked as The Beef’s primary bookkeeper and waitress.

There had always been something between you and Richie, and your friendship became more after you turned eighteen. You were attracted to him, but waited to make your move until you were old enough to consciously do so. You ate every meal together, treated his daughter like your own, laughed at his dumb jokes and never got bored of each other. Plus the sex was gentle, loving and passionate.

But more than that, you were each other’s shoulder to lean on. You cried in each other’s arms once you’d gotten the news about Mikey and you ran The Beef together until Carmy got back from New York.

You and Richie had managed to keep your relationship a secret for the four years since you’d started seeing each other, but you had a feeling that you wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret for much longer.

Because now, you were pregnant with Richie Jerimovich’s baby.

—

“Congratulations Miss Berzatto, you’re about eight weeks along. Here are the printed pictures for you to take home. Would you like to discuss your options?” the nurse chirped. She was young, not much older than you, with a short blonde bob and bright purple scrubs.

“How much does an abortion cost?” you asked, already knowing what Richie would tell you. He was already a deadbeat father to one kid, why make it two?

“It depends on your insurance, but—"

"I don't have insurance, I'm just a waitress," you interrupted.

"In that case, it'll be around five-hundred dollars for the abortion pill if you visit Planned Parenthood. They're the cheapest in the city. You can only take the pill up to ten weeks, though," she explained, handing over a bunch of pamphlets with the sonogram pictures on top.

You stared down at the pictures as tears formed in your eyes. That was inside you, right now, a little tiny baby made from you and Richie. You could hardly believe it.

—

"You're— what the fuck? I didn't even know you were seeing anyone (y/n), jesus christ! How could you be so irresponsible?" Carmy yelled.

You were sitting in the office, leaned back in the chair as you stared at your brother. You knew he wasn't going to take the news well, but he was in disbelief. He ran his hand through his hair while contemplating his next words.

"You keepin' it?"

"I don't know yet, I still have to talk to—"

"Who's the dad?" Carmy seethed.

You couldn't do it. You just couldn't tell your brother that you'd been fucking Richie. He'd kill him before you'd get the chance to tell him.

"I can't—“

"Yes you can, just—just tell me, okay? I'm your brother, we'll figure this out, it'll be fine," he promised, crouching down and meeting your eyes.

"It's Richie," you gulped.

Carmy's face twisted into an expression of pure rage. He stood up, unable to look you in the eye.

"Carmy wait—" you gasped, but he had already thrown the office door open.

"Where is that asshole? Where the fuck is Richie?" Carmy yelled, storming through the kitchen.

"Carmy wait, stop!" you begged, pulling on your brother's sleeve. It was no use, he was on a mission.

Sydney and Tina looked up with confusion as Carmy turned the corner with you right behind him.

"And I told him, 'that's what we're doing today!' But he didn't fuckin' listen, so we're stuck on the turnpike when— hey, 'cuz," Richie laughed, noticing Carmy while in the middle of telling Ebra a story.

He glanced at you quickly, noticing your wide eyes and nervous expression.

"What the fuck, Richie?!" Carmy screamed, lunging at your not-so-secret boyfriend.

"Carmy!" you yelled as the two of them fell to the ground and tussled.

"You knocked up my little sister, fuckin' asshole pervert!"

"What the fuck? I didn't knock (y/n) up!" Richie said, landing a slap across your brother's cheek.

"How long'd you spend groomin' her, huh? She could be your fucking daughter!" Carmy growled as he grabbed at Richie's neck.

Marcus and Sydney rushed over, attempting to pull them apart.

"Quit it, you two!" Sydney yelled, restraining Carmy.

In the midst of the chaos, you noticed Fak sliding a five-dollar bill into Ebra's palm. You rolled your eyes. They'd been betting on you and Richie? Figures.

"I, um, I have some news," you began. The room was silent and all eyes were turned to you.

"I'm pregnant, and it's Richie's. Richie, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for you to find out this way. And Carmy, I know how this looks but I really, really love Richie. And everyone else, I'm really sorry for this disruption," you explained with a sympathetic expression.

You glanced hesitantly at Richie, who had his hand clamped over his mouth and eyes wide open. Everyone else returned to their stations quietly, and Carmy kicked the metal table leg before returning to the office.

"Congrats, mija!" Tina smiled, patting your shoulder.

"Thanks, T," you said, giving her a small smile.

"So?" Richie asked. He walked closer and pulled you into a hug.

"It's true, you knocked me up," you laughed.

"You wanna keep it?"

You pulled away. "That depends. You wanna step up and be a father?"

"I do, babe. I think we can do this, for real. I'll talk to Tiff, maybe we can have Eva over more. She'd love a little sister or brother," Richie said, giving you a reassuring smile.

"I'd really like that, Richie."

[welcome-to-our-lovely-hell]

THE MANDELA CATALOGUE, SEANCE AU -- CHAPTER 1 ★

TW: Ommetaphobia/body horror, blood, swearing, that's it..if I forgot something please point it out.

. . .

Various items were scattered across the floor, Jonah searched in every box..yet couldn't find his guitar. It was a special guitar, at least to him. He had it ever since he was 14, he didn't want to lose it now! Jonah was searching through one of the boxes, he could hear footsteps from the basement stairs behind him, but he ignored them. Once the footsteps stopped, Jonah heard a frustrated sound come out of his roommate, Adam. Him and Adam met back in high school, they were best friends! Or at least Jonah thought so, Adam could get a bit rude or..not so friendly with Jonah--but all friends have their disagreements! Right? Right. . .

Adam looked around the basement floor, it was an absolute mess! He turned and glared at the back of Jonah's head. "Jonah!" He yelled. Jonah sighed and looked back at him, he hummed which confirmed he was listening. Adam put his hands out, signaling to the mess. "What is all this?! Why the hell is this basement such a god damn mess!? You always..ALWAYS..are leaving this house as a mess! I do all the god damn cleaning, and you just run off and go get high somewhere!" Adam was clearly furious, Jonah had to admit..he felt bad- but his expression didn't show it. "I'll clean it up later, 'kay? I'm just trying to find something that is..really important to me-" Jonah tried to assure Adam. Adam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, then walked around. "I'll help.." He muttered, Jonah heard it however and the biggest grin ever grew on his face. "R-Really? Thank you!" Jonah got a burst of motivation to find that guitar even more now that Adam was helping.

The two boys searched through boxes and boxes, Adam searched in one while Jonah searched another. It was summer, so it was burning hot outside..to make things 10x worst, they were in the basement..the room that got zero air conditioning and windows- so they were pretty hot down there. Adam was getting more and more frustrated by the second, and Jonah talking the whole time didn't help. Adam jumped when he suddenly heard Jonah's voice. "Adam! Hey, Adam! It's one of those spooky ghost boards, come look!". Adam sighed and walked over to where Jonah was, Adam knelt down and looked at what Jonah was holding...a Ouija board. Adam's interest was suddenly peaked, he took the Ouija board and inspected it. "Holy shit..it really is one" Adam said, he grinned..it didn't feel like a normal one though. Adam then looked back at Jonah, "Wanna test it out?". Jonah hesitated, what If this was real? What If it actually worked? No..he knew it couldn't, its just some dumb stupid Hasbro toy. It won't work! Jonah nodded, "I don't see why not.."

Adam and Jonah both sat facing the Ouija board, they placed their fingers on the planchette. "Is anyone here with us tonight?" Adam called out, ..nothing. He called out again, nothing. Adam sighed in frustration, Jonah pat Adam's shoulder. He gave the blonde man a reassuring smile. "Hey..don't worry, dude- its just some stupid piece of plastic, no need to get upset!" Jonah tried to reassure Adam. Adam scoffed and stood up, he was about to put away to Ouija board until the two boys heard a shatter come from upstairs. They both glanced at each other, before hesitantly heading up the basement stairs. Once they got up, they looked around the house. Jonah checked the living room and saw a shattered medium sized wall mirror on the floor, it was strange..he never remembered them having a mirror in the living room. Maybe Adam rearranged a couple of things, Jonah shrugged and hummed. He went over to the mirror and flipped it over, he looked into the reflection and saw... Adam was in the kitchen, he was looking to see If maybe a bottle or maybe a vase fell down. That was until he heard someone yell, ..it was Jonah. Adam's attention went to the living room. He walked into the room to see Jonah holding his knees close to his chest, leaning against the wall. He noticed Jonah's eyes staring at the shattered mirror on the floor, Adam rolled his eyes. "Oh did you cut yourself? How dramatic." Adam mocked Jonah, Jonah just stared at the mirror. Adam sighed and went over to the mirror, he picked it up and looked at it. His eyes widened slightly, in the mirror wasn't Adam. Well, it was...but- he had big, small, and medium eyes all over his skin. He touched his cheek, he didn't feel an eye. He swore under his breath in confusion, he glanced at Jonah. "You seeing this shit?" Adam asked, Jonah hesitated but came over and looked in the mirror. Jonah yelped when he looked in it again and Adam understood why Jonah yelled earlier. Jonah's face was a void with nothing but red dripping blood on his as a smiley face. Adam looked at Jonah, his face was normal..but- the mirror showed something else, strange. Adam noticed a red glow from underneath the cracks of the mirror. "Jonah, go get a hammer." Adam asked, well..it sounded more like a command. Jonah seemed confused, but listened nonetheless. Jonah ran into the hallway and opened a drawer, inside was a hammer. He grabbed the hammer, then ran back to Adam. He handed Adam the hammer. Without warning, Adam started smashing the mirror with the hammer..Jonah's eyes widened as he stood back. The glass shattered and cut Adam's hands, but he kept smashing the mirror. "ADAM, JESUS CHRIST!" Jonah yelled. After a while, Adam stopped..the mirror seemed to be a red glowing void. Adam examined it, suddenly..a black claw grabbed Adam and pulled him into red void. Jonah froze, then screamed... "ADAM!". His breathing pace picked up, was this a dream? Was any of this real? No..it couldn't be--Jonah pinched himself--definitely not a dream. Jonah stared at the mirror that just grabbed his best friend, he suddenly felt like it was pulling him in. He felt..intrigued? He sat down in front of the red mirror void on the floor, he didn't want to..but something made him, he put his arm into the red void..then he fell in.

. . .