#and so i am at my kitchen table. typing at way at my computer to cope.

[orcelito]

oh my fucking god now theres a cop outside

WHAT is going ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bonercoaster]

Fuckin the attitude out ya

Hey there! It's been a while since I last posted, life has been very wild. Long-story-short: moving is hard, school is hard, and life is hard, but I am alive and still writing. Here's some Frank Castle smut because why not?

WARNINGS: smut, a lil fluff, brat reader, brat tamer joel, cnc, there is a safeword and reader doesn’t want to use it because she wants it, vaginal sex, holding reader down

Frank grabs both of your wrists and holds them down with one of his massive hands while you try to squirm away from him. He’s too strong for you to break away. Frank looks you in the eye for a couple of seconds, menacingly, you know he is giving you a chance to say your safe word, but you just narrow your eyes at him trying to send as much malice his way as possible. His other hand grabs one of your knees pushing them to the side before he.........

“Nope!”, “FUCK no.”, “Absolutely not!”, “You must be outta yer damn mind sweetheart.” 

You’ve been at it for an hour, arguing with Frank about somehow taking an apprenticeship with Micro. You told Frank that it’s because Micro is one of the best, and although this may be true, the real reason is so you could keep tabs on your lover who is always somehow in perilous danger. You’re great with technology, discrete and very careful. But every time you think of another way to convince him, he just shoots you down. He’s at the kitchen table cleaning his guns while you pace back and forth offering reason after reason. 

“But baby I-” You start to plead again. 

“No.” Frank, stares you down. “I don’ give a rats ass what kind of bullshit reason you give me or how reasonable you think it sounds, you’re not gonna be involving yourself with this garbage.” 

“Frank! I’m miserable at my stupid job, and I just want a chance to learn from the best and make a difference. Is that so bad?” 

Pretending to consider and tossing his head side to side, with a faux impressed frown, Frank then says matter of factly– “Yes.” 

“UGH! You’re so infuriating, Jesus, Frank would it kill you to trust me a little?” You raise your voice at him in anger and walk away, slamming your office door and starting your work remotely for the day. 

_____ 

A couple of hours later, you hear a knock at your office door. “Come in!” 

Frank enters your office with a bag of chinese takeout and places it at the side of your desk. “Y’eat yet today, doll?” 

“Not hungry.” You glare at him, and continue typing away at your computer.

“C’mon it’s already 6 o’ clock, ya gotta eat something baby.” Frank pleads, making his deep raspy voice soft. 

“I don’t want your fucking food, Frank!” You say, raising your voice and rolling your eyes at him. He hates it when you roll your eyes at him, and you know that. You turn around and stare at your computer screen. 

You hear Frank take a slow deep breath before feeling his hands pull your office chair away from the desk to face him. “What are you doi-FRANK!” You exclaim, as he picks you up out of the chair and slings you over his shoulder easily. You kick your feet, trying to squirm free but his grip is solid. 

Frank wordlessly walks out of your office, into the bedroom, and tosses you onto the bed. 

“Fuckin the attitude out ya” Frank grunts, answering your question as he expertly disrobes the both of you in no time at all. You have a safeword for these kinds of situations, but you don’t want to use it. Instead you pound at his chest and try pushing him away from you, to no avail. Frank grabs both of your wrists and holds them down with one of his massive hands while you try to squirm away from him. He’s too strong for you to break away. Frank looks you in the eye for a couple of seconds, menacingly, you know he is giving you a chance to say your safe word, but you just narrow your eyes at him trying to send as much malice his way as possible. His other hand grabs one of your knees pushing them to the side before he sinks himself into you immediately. Frank lets out a low grunt, eyes all over you while you fight not to close your own from the pleasure. He notices your struggle, but you refuse to give in. 

“You’re real wet f’me already sweetheart”  he growls into your ear, starting to move slowly, teasing you, torturing you.

Frank isn’t shy about being loud. He grunts and growls, moans and sighs. When he starts nibbling at your neck, it all becomes too much and you can’t help but let out a small whine. 

“Atta girl” Frank teases, pounding into you harder and faster, giving you no time to adjust to his new pace. Still holding your hands above your head, he whispers in your ear “Now if I let these go are y’ gonna behave baby?” You can't help but melt at the way he said that. It’s too much, you can’t keep resisting how good this feels, you mewl, nodding your head for him, and he releases your hands which immediately reach for his body, grasping anywhere you can hold him. Still thrusting into you, Frank bends over pressing his lips against yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth. You greedily suck on his tongue, one hand in his hair scratching his scalp. Frank’s thrusts become irregular, he’s close and so are you. Frank breaks away from the kiss, then taking both of your legs and placing them over his shoulders, you didn’t think it would be possible but he starts pounding into you even faster, setting a punishing pace that makes your legs shake and your eyes roll back. It comes in waves, pleasure overtakes your whole body and Frank cums inside of you shortly after. 

Frank crawls up the bed, pulling you with him to cuddle into his chest, softly saying “I couldn’t handle it if something happened to you.” You wrap your arms around him, pressing your face into his chest, and you squeeze him tight. “I know. I’m sorry. I love you.” 

[space-matt]

right person, wro- ight time

matt.sturniolo x fem.reader

summary: lifelong best friends, but with hidden feelings.

Can one night change everything?

request: yes -> anon

cw: use of y/n, angst, fluff (?), mention of sex

author’s note: hello everyone!!! Here I am back after a long time, but I wanted to take a break from writing.

At the moment some of my stories like ''Breaking promises'' are archived because I'm revising them and changing some things, if you want you can take a look here -> masterlist

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English is not my first language, if you see grammar and typing mistakes, I apologize in advance! I just ask you not to be rude to me ♡

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As you watch Matt and his girlfriend engage in a passionate display of affection on the couch, you can't help but feel a mix of emotions. Jealousy and anger course through your veins as you long to be the one in his arms. The scene before you seems like a cruel reminder of what you can't have.

You have known Matt, and his brothers Nick and Chris, for as long as you can remember. Your mom's close friendship brought the four of you together, and you've been inseparable ever since.

You've shared countless memories together, from taking warm baths as toddlers to navigating the ups and downs of adolescence.

Your feelings for Matt first emerged when you were just eight years old. While his siblings ran around and teased each other, he was the only one who pushed you on the swing, making you feel safe and cared for. 

Or how that time in middle school he was next to you when coming out of the bathroom, he noticed a red spot on your butt and promptly gave you his sweatshirt to cover you up.

Over the years, your attachment to him only grew stronger, even as you had flings with other boys. You never acted on your feelings, though, afraid of ruining the strong bond you had built with him over the years.

Now, as you watch him with his girlfriend, you can't help but wonder what could have been if you had been brave enough to take a chance on love.

As you sit on a cushioned chair in the cozy kitchen, you turn towards the stove and place your phone on the wooden table, emitting a snort of frustration. Chris, who is equally exhausted by the ongoing show, rises from the couch and comes to hug you from behind, enveloping you in his strong arms.

"God, I can't stand them anymore," he whispers softly in your ear, his breath warm against your skin.

"Don't tell me" you reply, your eyes still fixated on the screen of your phone, as you use one hand to scroll through social media and the other to caress Chris's hand, which is resting on your chest.

At times, you find yourself wondering why your heart chose Matt over Chris, especially given that Nick is off-limits. Chris is so caring, kind, and affectionate with you that you have thought several times that he actually has feelings for you.

However, you try to suppress this thought because if it were true, you would disappoint his heart by telling him that the person you love is his brother.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

As you lay on Nick's bed, you stare up at the ceiling, taking in the intricate patterns of the plasterwork. The guy sitting beside you is completely absorbed in editing the video that they plan to post later on that evening, with their headphones on and their eyes fixed on the computer screen. 

Suddenly, a loud and jarring sound reverberates throughout the house, causing you to raise your eyebrows in confusion. You listen carefully, and a few seconds later, another door slams shut, confirming your suspicions that something is definitely wrong.

Your heart racing, you get up from the bed and begin to move cautiously towards the stairs, your senses heightened and your mind racing. As you make your way down to the living room, you can feel the tension in the air, and you can see that Chris is lying on the couch, his face contorted with concern.

You approach him and ask in a hushed voice, "Was that Matt making all that noise?"

He nods his head, his eyes meeting yours with surprise. "Yeah...apparently Perrie dumped him" he replies.

Your voice drops to a whisper as you consider this news, and you say, "Uhm...I'll go check on him..." You walk towards his room, feeling a sense of trepidation in the pit of your stomach. As you approach the door, you can hear the sound of muffled sobs coming from within, and you know that you need to go in and try to help him through this.

You stand outside Matt's door, knocking a few times, but receive no response. You call out to him, "Matt...it's me, please open up" and lean your forehead against the door. Only when you hear the lock click do you lower the handle and enter the darkened room.

As you step inside, the scene before you breaks your heart. Matt is lying on his stomach on the bed, his sobs echoing throughout the room. Without a second thought, you move to his side and embrace him, whispering "Shh...don't cry please, she doesn't deserve you" while gently caressing his back.

Through his tears, Matt manages to speak, "She...she's everything to me." A beam of moonlight enters the room, illuminating the bed you are sitting on, and you can't help but notice how red his otherwise clear eyes have become.

A spontaneous gesture starts from you as you take your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe away his tears. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, tilting your head to the side and taking his hand, offering your support and patience.

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain as you saw your close friend Matt in such a vulnerable state. His head was bowed, and his eyes were shut tight as he let out a deep sigh. You knew that he was going through a tough time in his relationship, and your heart went out to him.

Despite your sympathy for his situation, you found yourself thinking selfishly at that moment. Perhaps, you could finally have a chance with him. You pushed that thought aside, knowing that your emotions were taking over your rational side.

Matt looked up at you, and you could see the sadness in his eyes. He began to speak, but his words trailed off as he struggled to find the right ones. You squeezed his hand, urging him to continue.

"She says she wants to take some time to think, and... she doesn't know if she loves me like before" he finally managed to say, his voice trailing off again.

‘’Ow Matt.. I’m sorry’’ you reached out to him, stroking his cheek as he rested his head against yours. At that moment, time seemed to stand still as you gazed into each other's eyes. You could see the pain etched on his face, and it broke your heart.

As you sat together on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, your mind began to race with a million different scenarios. You wondered what the future held for you and him. As if in response to your thoughts, you saw Matt's figure approaching you, his gaze fixed on your lips.

''Matt what are you doing?’’ You ask when you find yourself an inch from his lips feeling your breaths grow heavier; 

With a gesture, his lips rest on yours and you can't help but think how soft they are and how long you've been waiting for that moment.

The rest comes on its own: removed all distance remains you, lying on his bed sharing what to you was perfection, Love. To him, it was pure distraction, Sex.

At least that was what he thought at that particular instant.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

You wake up to the sound of birds chirping and a few rays of sunshine coming in through the window, casting a warm glow on the room. As you turn your head to the other side of the bed, you notice that the mattress beside you is empty, and a sense of loneliness washes over you. Wrapped naked in the brown sheets, you feel a deep longing for the person who was lying next to you just a few hours ago.

You look around the room and see your clothes scattered on the floor, which reminds you of the events that took place the night before. You recall how you finally confessed your feelings for him, and you think he reciprocated them. It was like a turning point in your relationship, and you couldn't be more thrilled.

However, you don't want to arouse suspicion, so you quickly put on your clothes and quietly walk out the door. As you step into the open space, you notice his figure sitting with his head in his hands. You wonder if he's feeling the same as you. 

You glance around and realize that the other two boys are still sleeping in their rooms, completely unaware of what happened between you and him last night.

As he senses someone's presence, he turns to see who it is. It's you, and you’re standing there motionless. You ask him what's going on, but he remains silent and instead, keeps looking at you. You remain in your position, unsure of what to do next.

Finally, he breaks the silence, "Y/n, we need to talk," his voice is low and serious. You understand that this is not going to be a simple conversation, and you head towards the sofa to sit down. He follows suit.

He stares at you for a moment, as if trying to find the right words. Finally, he says, "What happened between us can never happen again... it was a mistake." His words hit you hard and you feel like someone has just stabbed you in the heart.

The words < It was a mistake > echo in your head, and you can't believe what you're hearing. Your mind is racing with all sorts of thoughts and feelings.

Mistake

Mistake

Mistake

You feel tears welling up in your eyes, your nose burning, and your mouth becoming dry. It's as if a flood of emotions has suddenly been unleashed, and you can't control it. You try to hold yourself together, but it's too late, and you break down in tears.

You look at him with a mix of confusion and hope as you try to decipher what he is trying to say. "I thought that...I thought that you finally reciprocated my feelings and that...we were making love" you stammer, your heart sinking as you realize the truth.

He looks down, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm so sorry, y/n. I was confused, and you were there to comfort me. I didn't understand anything anymore" he says, his words heavy with regret. "I'm not in love with you, y/n, but with Perrie"

You feel like the ground has opened up beneath you. It's like the world has stopped spinning and you are trapped in an endless moment of pain. You want to disappear, to run away from this unbearable situation, but you are frozen in place.

You sit there on his couch, tears streaming down your face, as the anger slowly grows more and more. How could he lead you on like this? How could he use you like that?

"How can you say that to me now? Tonight, you didn't think that way when you were inside me, huh?" you say with all the hatred your body could muster at that moment. You get up without waiting for his answer, your mind racing with a million thoughts.

You go towards the front door, slipping on your shoes, and taking your jacket from the coat hanger. The spring breeze kicks in, causing you to clench the fabric covering your shoulders. You slip your hand into your pocket, pulling out your car keys, which you shortly use to lead you toward your home, pulling up with your nose.

You feel lost and confused, your heart shattered into a million pieces. All you can do is cry and wonder how you will ever be able to trust anyone again.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

Since that fateful night, two weeks have passed and that feeling of having been just an afterthought only invades your body, and it becomes even heavier when sitting on the couch eating ice cream, you get a notification after days of silence

| Chris: | Wassup ‘ma!! Where have you been? Nick and I miss you :(

As you read his message, it felt like the weight of the world had come crashing down on you. You were slowly sinking into an almost hysterical cry. It was because you had decided to completely cut off all relations with Matt. And, as a result, you had also cut off your two best friends since they lived with him.

You had thought about meeting them outside, but your appearance would have aroused several questions, and declaring that you had sex with their brother would have definitely not been the response you wanted to give.

You lowered your gaze to your belly and started caressing it while tears streamed down your face. The worst thing was when you realized that you were five days late for your period. You panicked and ran to the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, and it came back positive.

| You: | Hi, sorry I've been busy with several things... I miss you too <3

A few minutes later your phone lights up again

| Chris: | Did you hear?

A confused expression appears on your face at his question

| You: | Heard what?

Those seconds seem to last minutes, those minutes hours as your anxiety surges.

| Chris: | That moron of Matt got back together with Perrie

Crack

That's what your heart does for the umpteenth time as more tears are released from your eyes that have now turned red.

Out of frustration, you throw the phone across the couch, but it bounces causing it to fall to the floor.

C r a c k

''Fuck'' you pronounce as you stand up to see the distasteful accomplishment. You pick up the phone and see that the screen is half shattered but still working ''Fuck'' you whisper thinking how life is so unfair to you.

| Chris: | Are you still there?

You try to recover by taking a deep breath

| You: | Yeah... sorry but I'm tired, I'm going to go to sleep. I love you.

You cut the conversation short not wanting to know further details

| Chris: | goodnight Love yaa 2

You sit on the couch, feeling overwhelmed with emotions. You close your eyes, trying to control the tears that are forming in your eyes. You take a deep breath, but the feeling in your chest only intensifies. You can't take it anymore, and you know what you have to do. It's something you've done before and something that comes naturally to you - you leave.

You get up from the couch, with a heavy heart, and head to your room. You grab your computer, returning to your comfortable seat, and immediately type into the search engine < flight from LAX to Boston >. You skim through the options, and click on the first website you see, noting that the earliest flight is the next morning. Without thinking about it, you buy a one-way ticket and book the cab that would pick you up.

Immediately after making the transition, you get up and return to your room. You take a deep breath and look around. You know you have a lot to do before you leave. You walk towards your closet and take out your huge suitcase. You begin to stuff all your clothes inside, carefully folding them and making sure everything fits.

You know that this is not going to be easy, but you're determined to leave everything behind and start fresh.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • 

Over the past two months, you have received numerous messages and phone calls that you haven't responded to. Even Matt has tried to get in touch with you, but you decided to change your phone number to avoid any contact. 

When you arrived your parents were somewhat surprised but very happy to see you. You always had a beautiful relationship with them, especially with your mom, your best friend. Although with some fear, you explained the whole situation to her including that you were pregnant with Matt.

The decision to keep him/her is not yet final but you know you have two shoulders to count on and that no matter what, they are there for you.

Slowly your belly begins to become more noticeable, and with the arrival of summer, it is almost inevitable to miss it.

''Darling are you ready? MaryLou and Jimmy are waiting for us'' you hear your mother calling you from downstairs.

You look at yourself in the mirror trying to fix your shirt as best as you can, and to hide the small bump ''Yeah I'm coming'' you reply picking up your bag and then going down the stairs and closing the door behind you heading for the car ''Here I am'' you announce to your parents sitting in the front seats.

The Fourth of July has always been celebrated with the Sturniolo family, between barbeques, swimming in the pool, laughter, and the company of little dog Trevor you have only good memories in your mind.

This year you accepted only because you heard that the three boys would not be there due to several setbacks.

The drive between your homes is fortunately short because nausea begins to set in, and even more so when after stepping out of the car you are invaded by a very strong smell of barbeque.

Immediately having hugged MaryLou and Jimmy, you notice how the house is decorated from top to bottom ''Wow MaryLou you did a great job this year'' you tell her smiling ''Oh don't thank me but those three in the garden, rather go to them, we'll take care of this'' she replies pointing outside

< Are they here? All three of them? Weren't they supposed to be on the other side of the United States? What do I do? Do I run away? Do I stay here? What the fuck do I do? >

Your conscience does nothing but have question after question. You look at your mother for help but she is so busy helping her friend that you see yourself forced to give a big sigh and head for the garden followed by Trev.

''Oh my gosh y/n where the fuck have you been?'' Nick exclaims as he gets up from his chair coming toward you wrapping his arms around you ''Why did you fucking disappear? Literally no fucking messages or fucking calls'' he pulls away looking you in the eye concerned but all you do is stand silent.

Matt and Chris are also standing but neither of them seems to have any idea of moving from their position. Matt still regrets how he behaved while Chris is disappointed and angry at you.

He still doesn't understand how out of all the people you could erase from your life you chose to add him; 

And it is true, in the last few years a wonderful friendship has grown between you where Chris sees you as a reference point when his brothers become too annoying, you were and, despite everything, you are his rock.

''Sorry'' is the only thing you can utter looking away so as not to meet their gazes.

''Only sorry can you say? You are so selfish! You thought only of yourself abandoning everyone, you abandoned me'' Chris pronounces in a harsh tone approaching you, doing nothing but bringing tears to your eyes

''Say something, speak the fuck up. What do you have to say for yourself?'' Chris continues waving his arms in different directions leading you to take a step back ''Chris please you're scaring her'' Nick says hitting him on the arm ''I don't fucking care, I want to know why'' the smaller one replies to him always looking at you.

The tension in the air is palpable, and you feel a sense of helplessness wash over you as you try to explain your actions.

At that point Matt couldn't stand that situation anymore ''It's me'' he exclaims making everyone turn their gazes in his direction ''What you?'' Chris asks confused ''I'm the reason she ran away'' he says lowering his gaze ''And what about you? What the fuck happened?’’ Nick asks as he sits waiting for someone to speak, but silence reigns among you as you hear your parents' voices in the distance.

''Me and y/n had sex the day Perrie dumped me'' Matt pronounces in a whisper, almost not making himself heard ''Speak up motherfucker'' Chris says putting even more agitation on you ''Oh Jesus Christ me and Matt had sex, but it was just a one-night stand for him, which it wasn't for me since I'm madly in love with him. I thought by getting away from him and consequently from you, I wouldn't suffer but I feel like shit about it and even more since I found out I'm preg- '' you say all in one breath freezing as you realize you've told your little secret.

The silence between you and your friends seems to last forever, as you try to process what just came out of your mouth. "Are you pregnant?" Matt asks, approaching you. You nod, almost instinctively, bringing your hand to your belly. 

"Why did you keep it to yourself, y/n? You know we'll always be there for you" Chris says, his tone softening, almost as if your revelation made him forget the months that passed without any interaction from you.

You try to explain, "I don't know...I was scared and I still am now. Besides, knowing that Matt was back with Perrie made me feel bad, so I did the only thing I could do: go back home." You sit down next to Nick, feeling overwhelmed and vulnerable.

Matt then reveals that he and Perrie are no longer together, and Nick and Chris decide to leave the two of you alone. Matt takes a chair and places it in front of you, his tone calm but agitated at the same time. "I know what I told you that morning and what I'm about to tell you sounds like nonsense, but..." He takes a deep breath before continuing, "After you left that morning, I felt like shit. I shouldn't have treated you that way and I shouldn't have made you feel like just a spare tire."

He pauses for a moment before continuing, "That night kept resonating in my mind, and I thought that getting back with Perrie would make me my old self again, but I couldn't. And I can't get your name out of my mind. I feel that these feelings I've always had I tried to bury and deny myself...but fuck y/n, I'm in love with you." His words enter your brain like a hypnotic spell, leaving you stunned and speechless.

''I was really hurt about it Matt...all these years hoping that one day you would look at me with different eyes but you only had them for other girls, to you I was just your best friend...'' you confess looking into his eyes 

‘' I'm really sorry, if I could go back I would tell the me of 14 years to go to you and not to be afraid to say how I feel'' he says taking your hand in his while with the other he caresses your cheek 

''I hate myself for making you feel this way all these years'' Matt says in a whisper, shifting his gaze from your eyes to your mouth.

''A little bit too but I love you so much'' you say making your lips meet in a passionate embrace, a rush of emotions floods over both of you. The weight of past regrets and missed opportunities seems to dissipate in that single moment. The tenderness in Matt's touch and the sincerity in his words have touched a deep part of your heart. 

With your hands still intertwined, you take a deep breath, ready to embrace the future together, knowing that your love is strong enough to overcome any obstacles that may come your way.

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[bardic-tales]

Sephiroth xReader: A brief respite

So, I have been either laid up in bed or on my computer watching cat videos and the like since I have been diagnosis with RSV days ago. Last night was the first day I felt well-enough to interact with anyone, but being stuck in bed is boring. So, I wrote this.

Please excuse any typos or tense changes, as my temp was like 101.8F when I wrote this: from a fevered dream I had and a scribbled note on it in my dream journal. Setting is some time during SOLDIER. Reader (who is me lol) is his love interest and sick as a dog. But it can work for anyone. I try to leave it genderless and raceless so everyone who is or might be sick can feel some sense of comfort. If you ignore the mention of my actual illness in the first paragraph, I am sure it could work with a cold or flu?

Rated: General. There are mentions of illness

Pairing: Sephiroth x genderless reader

The faint glow of the bedside lamp illuminates the room, casting soft shadows across the wall and resembled monsters with endless wings. You lie there: bored and sore. Your chest is tight and throat raw. Your breath comes in shallow, labored wheezes. The oppressive weight of RSV - Respiratory Syncytial Virus - lingers in your lungs and every movement feels like a monumental effort.

Sephiroth sits nearby in a simple wooden chair. His long silvery-grey hair cascades over his shoulders and down his back, pooling off the furniture. The dim light catches the metallic sheen of his pauldrons, and the faint reflection of green materia - healing materia - glimmers on his belt. His bright cyan eyes are focused entirely on you. Their cat-like pupils narrowed slightly with concern and a bit of frustration.

You have refused to let him heal you with his magic: or even take the edge of the pain. You view it as abnormal and wanted a more natural way of healing. So, you lay there. Sweat covered your body in a fine sheen.

"You need to drink more water," he says. His voice is calm and steady with the usual softness that he used with those he cared about. He reached out, offering you a cool glass of water.

You nod -- a weak nod as the simple act of sipping is exhausting -- but it was a nod, non-the-less. He watches you closely, your silent sentinel. The professional he's known for in SOLDIER is tempered here by something more tender, and dare you think more personal.

"I made something for you while you were asleep," Sephiroth says after a moment. He stands. His coat flows behind him as he crosses the small space to the table under the window. When he returns, he's holding a steaming bowl.

Pumpkin soup.

The rich orange color is inviting. As the aroma wafts towards you. It was comforting and familiar. He never really explains to you the reason he loved this type of soup. He only mentions that it had something to do with his mother, but you are always so curious of him and never press him beyond that.

Sephiroth's expression remains stoic, but you know him well enough to see the faint glimmer of hope in his eyes: a desire to help ease your symptoms. He kneels beside the bed, cradling the bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

"It's too thick," you rasp, managing a faint smile as your back ached from the movement. Coughing created tight, painful bands of agony across the middle of your back. Each movement felt like your back was on fire.

For a moment, he looks almost sheepish and boyish -- a rare sight, indeed. "I can thin it out," he says. This time his voice is quiet and resolute. But instead of leaving immediately, he sets the bowl aside and reaches out. His fingers brushed against your cheek.

"You're warm," he continues. His hand lingers for a moment before he stands, returning to the kitchen area to adjust the soup.

As he works, you watch him: the strong lines of his back, the fluidity of his movements. It's hard to reconcile the man in front of you with the stories you heard of his exploits in SOLDIER. He's so much more than warrior and the Living Legend the world sees. To you, he's Sephiroth: the man who makes pumpkin soup when you're sick, the man who sits by your bedside, refusing missions that his other 1st comrades are going on, and will not leave until you are feeling better.

When he returns, the soup is thinner and more manageable. He offers a spoonful. Even here, his movements careful and precise. You take a small sip, the warmth spreading through you and your system like a comfortable embrace.

"It's good," you whisper. However, you can barely manage more than a taste.

He doesn't respond immediately, but you could see a subtle shift in his expression: a flicker of relief. He sets the bowl aside again. this time, he is content to just sit by your side.

As the night wore on, your breathing remains strained, but Sephiroth is a constant presence. He reads quietly from a book, the soft timbre of his voice soothing, even if you are too tired to catch all of the words. Every so often, he reaches out to adjust your blanket -- a silver and black blanket with the Shinra emblem stitched in the corner -- or offer you a drink of the cool water.

Eventually, he stands. You hear the soft clink of his pauldrons as he removes them, setting them on the nearby dresser. Opening your eyes slightly, you see him standing there with his long coat brushing the floor as he slips out of it and drapes it over the back of the chair. He is left standing in his black trousers, the leather pad with the Shinra emblem over his stomach, and, of course, the crossed suspenders over his chest.

Sephiroth climbs into bed beside you, careful not to jostle you too much. His arms encircles you gently, pulling you against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your ear is a balm against the fever ravaging your body and the discomfort that still lingers.

"You'll feel better soon," he murmurs. His breath stirs tiny wisps of your hair. "I'll make sure of it."

His warmth surrounds you: a steady and unyielding presence against the disease that threatens you. You let yourself relax into the safety of his embrace. Despite the heaviness in your lungs, you feel a small spark of comfort being with this man, knowing that no matter how difficult the night becomes, Sephiroth will be there, holding you close until the morning light.

[avisminutia]

“Don’t get old,” my grandpa tells me when I visit him. He is six feet tall, though he used to be six foot two. He has two knee replacements. Getting into the car is a struggle, painful, and physically exhausting. I feel for him.

And yet.

“What’s the alternative?” I ask him once he is settled into the car, rubbing his knees. “Should I die young?” 

It’s not what I want to say. It’s closer to what my mother would say if she spoke her mind on the matter. It upsets my mother when he says that, “don’t get old.” Because what is the alternative? And it is hard being old. Many of his friends are gone. Things change. There is loss. But that is not what he means.

He says it when he has to lie down after a short walk when he used to be able to walk miles. My grandpa is a traveler. First around the world, Alaska in February, Japan, Australia, and then, when his knees became too bad for airplane seats, around the states, lugging his overly large camera bag with him while my grandma shopped. He spends most of his time in the basement yelling at his computer, editing photos of places he knows he will never go again. And my mother thinks that he is sad that he will never go to those places again, but I know that’s not quite right.

I lay down after the walk as well. I need to rest if I want to have the energy to carry a conversation at dinner. My grandma sits at the kitchen table, playing on her iPad. I am tired. 

I used to enjoy commuting on the train. I would write longhand in a notebook, prose, poetry, journals. I’d sketch. I wrote an entire first draft of a book like that, commuting back and forth to college, an hour and a half each day, twice a week. Now, traveling is a hurdle, a drain. Exhausting.

“Don’t get old,” he says, when he stands up, groaning, and reaches for his cane. I left mine in my apartment. It is almost as difficult to travel with it and a suitcase as it is to travel without, and the anticipated explanation it would require tipped the decision one way. I am tired. We go to the nearby park to take photos of the same building he took photos of last week, and he tells me stories about climbing, about hiking, about woodworking, carrying camera lenses to far off places to take photos of new buildings, different buildings, buildings that are not this one. “Don’t get old.” My sketchbook has five drawings of the building across the street from the park one block from my apartment. I sit on the same bench every time. I am too tired to go much further without the cane most days, and I can’t draw when I am holding it. 

“Don’t get old,” he tells me after getting back from physical therapy. I ask him what exercises he is doing. They are the same one my physical therapist assigned me after telling me I was too young for the type of back pain that I was experiencing. The type that keeps me from going to museums, from volunteering at the bird rehab, from sitting through class. 

“Don’t get old,” he says. He has always been willful. He prides himself on his strength of mind, his stubbornness, his ability to power through. He will exercise but refuses to ice. He won’t take his painkillers. When I last visited, he fell between two desks and nearly hit his head. The way the office is arranged is cramped and difficult to maneuver, at the bottom of a steep staircase I was afraid to go down as a child. I helped him up. It took ten minutes, mostly because the fit was so tight. There was no panic in me, no adrenaline, though he shouted the entire time. We both lay down after, exhausted. When I visit next, the desks will not be rearranged. The computer will still be in the basement. 

“Just don’t get old,” he says, and what I really want to say is, “I already am.”

[seventeenficsformalereader]

Falling ; Hyunjin

M/N moves to a new apartment, but soon notices that weird things start to happen, and even more weird people began to appear in the apartment building

Warnings: Bad language, mentions blood

Genre: Fluff

Probably a part 1, but idk if I will ever write a part 2 😔🫶

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November 13, 9:20 AM

M/N sighed as he set his luggage down on the ground and pulled out his phone. He had to check if this was the right address before opening snapchat to check the pin code to the door. M/N typed the code in the tiny silver box and it made a ping sound before the door opened for itself. M/N took his suitcase and stepped into the building. The door closed behind him and based on the sound, it locked.

M/N walked to the reception and looked around to see if there was anyone to give him the key. He had found this apartment through some random person on snapchat. M/N was in need of a new place after his ex kicked M/N out of their "shared apartment". M/N wasn't even upset anymore about it.

Anyway, M/N was now pretty happy with his life. No disgusting and toxic partner, no annoying or bossy parents, no nothing. Just himself and no one to tell him what to do anymore.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a man clearing his throat. The man has glasses with chains hanging from them. He is dressed rather fancily and he has black gloves on and some piercing eyes. M/N was pretty intimidated by his sharp eyes, but tried to not let it bother him. M/N saw a name tag on the mans clothing. 'Christopher Bang'.

"May I help you?" He asked and waved a hand in front of M/N's face to get his attention.

"Huh? Oh, yes. I need my apartments key. I was told that I could get it from you" M/N said politely and smiled softly. The man stared at him for a long time before turning to his computer "Name?" He asked "M/N L/N"

The man seemed to type something on his computer before nodding "Alright. Welcome to my building. Remember to behave well and have the best time living here" He announced as he gave the key to M/N. He thanked and took his suitcase and then left to find his apartment. He didn't have any furniture, but he was also told that it would be furnished already. M/N can just decorate on his own when he gets enough money to actually do so.

M/N found his apartment. "218" M/N said to himself and inserted the key in the keyhole. Suddenly someone grabbed M/N's arm, making him jump and drop the key accidentally "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was on my way to go downstairs when I saw you. Are you a new neighbor? Or are you trying to rob this place? Where did you get a key? Is this an ambush? Are the aliens finally taking over the planet?? I knew it!" The man kept asking and rambling and M/N had no idea what was happening "I'm sorry, what?" M/N said and picked up the key.

"I'm Yang Jeongin" The man said and reached out his hand to shake M/N's hand. Before M/N even had the chance to shake Jeongin's hand, he had already pulled it away and began to talk at the speed of light again. M/N had no idea what he was saying so M/N just nodded along.

Jeongin began to walk away, probably downstairs as he said while talking to himself and M/N sighed in relief and opened his apartments door. He stepped in and closed the door behind him to prevent weird people like Jeongin getting in his apartment. M/N looked around and saw a tiny room that appeared to be a living room and a kitchen in the same room. M/N looked into another room and saw a small bedroom with a bed, bedside table and a closet. M/N found the bathroom and thought it looked pretty nice. M/N set his bag and suitcase down and sat on the couch. "Not bad." He thought.

M/N felt kinda hungry, but since he didn't have any food yet, he decided to set all his things down and try to find a store nearby where he could possibly get food from. He was hungry for some ramen and beef. M/N stood up and opened his suitcase. He left it open on his bed and quickly emptied his backpack that he was carrying around on his back all this time. He was planning on taking it with him so he doesn't have to carry the food he brings in his hands.

M/N took his key and left his apartment, making sure the door is locked firmly before leaving. As he walked to the elevator that he was now allowed to use due to actually living there, someone else walked in too. A man who was pretty short compared to M/N, but he looked buff. Probably goes to the gym. His height is somewhat ridiculous compared to M/N's. No doubt he could beat the shit out of M/N. "Why am I so interested in this strangers life? I have my own now. Focus, M/N" He thought to himself. The man looked at M/N.

"You're not from here, are you?" He asked and M/N got a bit straddled at the man speaking. Um, No. I'm from (choose a random place)" M/N answered quietly, hoping that this man wouldn't be as weird as the other one he met in the hallway. Jeongin, was it? Doesn't matter. "I'm Changbin" He said and shook M/N's hand in a friendly way. M/N was shocked that there was actually a normal human being in this place.

Of course this conversation didn't last long due to the elevator stopping at the second floor. "Why did it stop here? Is someone else coming here?" M/N thought. The elevator door opened and a silence fell over the whole elevator as a man stepped in. He was dressed like he would attend a traditional wedding soon. One problem, this man smelled like a corpse, and M/N had to hold his breath so he wouldn't gag, or even worse, puke from the smell. "Fucking hell" M/N thought but soon the elevator stopped at the first floor and M/N ran out the elevator as fast as possible.

November 13, 4:55 PM

M/N had finished eating his ramen and he had bought dessert from the store. He was now eating ice cream and watching TV from the small TV in the living room. M/N was caught up in a TV show so much that he didn't notice the time passing so quickly. It would soon be 5 PM and M/N hasn't even started unpacking his suitcase at all. M/N decided to turn off the TV and get to work. He stood up and went to his bedroom where he found his suitcase still open and all his clothes and some other stuff were still in place.

It took Johan an hour to unpack everything and it would take another hour for him to put the bed sheets on, organize his clothes in the closet and more stuff he has to do. M/N sighed and began to work.

~TIME SKIP~

M/N had fallen asleep at some point. He wasn't sure how or when but he found himself laying on the bed with a video playing on his phone next to him. It was some long stream where someone plays Minecraft. M/N wasn't sure who the streamer was, but he couldn't care any less than he already did. M/N yawned and looked at the time. 3:33 AM. M/N groaned in frustration, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any sleep anymore.

He stood up and went to the kitchen and turned on the lights on the way there, not wanting to be in the darkness at this hour. M/N went to the window and was about to shut the blinds, when suddenly something caught his attention. A red haired man was seen from his window, and he was standing behind M/N. He got scared and quickly turned around, but saw nobody. M/N took a deep breath and quickly turned back around, not seeing the man in the window anymore either. M/N sighed, thinking it was his imagination.

He shut the blinds and went to the kitchen to get some water for himself, when he suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the hallway. He flinched and turned his head towards the door. He was now breathing heavier and he was more scared than ever.

M/N slowly approached the door and began to unlock it. M/N opened the door slowly, only to be met by something completely different than the place he remembered. The walls were twisted and painted with different colors, the floor was unstable and curvy and the doors were on the roof and on the walls upside down and even on the floor. M/N got scared, but decided to step out of his apartment.

November 15 8:35 AM

I haven't been sleeping nor eating. I don't what has happened. All I've been doing is stare at my hands that were covered in a red substance. I was crying, my hands shaking, my clothes dirty and stained with the red blood. My legs had given up on me, I couldn't stand even if I wanted to. I was breathing heavily and I could swear that I hear my breathing getting louder every second I take a deep breath. I looked away from my hands and at the floor. I wasn't in my apartment for sure. II looked around and saw a clock on the wall. There were no numbers on it, just a blank white clock that ticked louder and louder. I hear footsteps from behind me.

It was that same man from before. Changbin? Maybe. He stopped and stared at me. "Welcome. You are one of us now." He whispered before continuing to walk into the dark abyss. I wasn't sure what was at the other end of the long and dark hallway in font of me, but I didn't want to know. Some things are just better to remain unknown. I got up. With some power left in my body I began to walk to the other direction until I fell. I caught myself with my hands right before I hit the ground and then stood up, feeling a bit embarrassed, because the receptionist saw it. "Are you okay?" He asked, and I nodded.

The blood on my hands and clothes had vanished, but I wasn't wearing my clothes anymore. I was wearing fully white. It was a suit. I looked around and saw the same old lobby of my apartment building that I saw before when I came here in the first place.

I was thinking that I am going crazy. Until I saw the same red haired man. He was sitting still, eating an apple and just staring at me with empty eyes. I stared back, not knowing what else to do. He smiled and set his arms down and stood up, the apple falling from his hands and rolling down the stairs and stopping right in front of me.

The man began to walk down the stairs too and when I tried to back away, My back hit a wall that definitely wasn't this close to me before. I took a deep breath and got ready for anything that the man might do. But he didn't do anything bad, he just took the apple, blew on it and then ate more. He looked at me and smiled. "Are you the new one?" He asked with a hot and deep, sexy voice. I couldn't help but to nod only, my ability to speak long gone.

The man smiled and introduced himself. "My name is Hwang Hyunjin. Pleasure to meet you, M/N" He said and I was shocked. "How do you know my name?" I asked, a bit scared about the situation. "I know every little thing about you." He whispered and smiled mischievously. I felt something slip into my pocket and I reached my hand to get it. I took out a note and opened it. It said "Come to the roof tonight" And at the end of it was a winky face. I sighed and looked up, only to see the man being gone.

I was so confused. Where is the blood from earlier? Where are my keys? Where's my apartment? What is this place? Is this a dream or a reality? I didn't have answers to any of these questions and I felt frustrated by it. I looked at Christopher. The man from the reception. I walked to him "What is happening?" I yelled at him and took him by the collar. I felt an aggressive need to yell at something and he just looked like one to yell at. However, he just smiled and stood up, pushing my hands softly away "You're one of us now. You can't really explain it. You can't even begin to understand it yet." He said and smiled "Why can't I get out?" I asked and began to calm down

"You're not allowed to. He'll get mad if you try." Christopher explained and I was dumbfounded "He? Who's he?" I asked but Christopher shut down the reception and I got annoyed "What the hell".

November 15, 1.00 AM

I looked at the note that the red haired man had left me before. I looked at yhe staircase after. The staircase that would take me to the rooftop. I sigh and begin to walk up the stairs. I got to the door and sighed. I opened the door and saw the same red haired man standing at the edge. He seemed to be in his own thoughts. I decided to just look at him and not make a sound. Maybe I could get away from this. I thought that maybe I should just go until I heard him talk.

"Rude for you to not talk to me when you see me" He said and turned around. He walked to me and I looked up at him "What do you want me to do? This whole place is full of lunatics." I said annoyed and Hyunjin smiled "You've become one" He said and took my hand. "Let me show you something" Hyunjin added and began to walk at the edge of the building. I followed him and when we made it to the edge, I felt him pull me up on the railing. I got frightened and immediately tried to get down "This is dangerous!" I said and grasped his arm tightly, scared that if I let go i'll fall down. Hyunjin just chuckled and took a step forward. He didn't fall. He stayed floating. I look at Hyunjin and my eyes widen "H-How are you- w-what..." I look at Hyunjin and let out a scream as he pulled me with him. But I didn't fall either. I was floating. It felt so weird to stand without standing on anything literally.

"P-Put me down. This is so freaky" I said and tried to pull myself away from Hyunjin but he kept holding me close "You're special... You know that, right?" Hyunjin said and I looked up at him "What do you mean?" I asjed and looked up at him. That's when I saw him smiling. His smile is pretty but also kind of scary since he himself is pretty scary. I took a deep breath and looked ahead at the beautiful scenery of the city full of lights. People walking down at the ground in groups and some alone. It looked beautiful. I took in the scenery and then looked back at Hyunjin who still hasn't responded. Why am I special?

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[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 8)

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Content Warning: NSFW/18+! Nudity, macro/micro sex, sexual mouthplay with vore themes

Word Count: 3.5k

------ Chapter 8: Second Helpings ------

I’m getting way too stoked about eating again. The prospect of having Jackie inside my mouth is too enticing, too alluring, to ignore. I start making dinner as soon as I get home. Jackie observes me with a hint of uneasiness from the countertop as I expertly peel and chop carrots. I know the knife I'm using is big and scary to her, but my intent is not to distress her, but rather to desensitize her to being in the kitchen. I hope to prove to her that she is safe, and that I can control my compulsive eating. It’s easier to hold out, after all, with the knowledge that I may have the opportunity to indulge in her later.  

I hum an upbeat tune as I toss the carrots, along with celery, potatoes, and cubed meat, into a simmering pot of beef broth. I season the mixture with salt and pepper and plenty of other spices. A hearty stew sounds appetizing—particularly if I’m able to throw in a little extra human meat later. I inhale a whiff and imagine how Jackie will taste drenched in stew as I roll her around on my tongue. My mouth waters in anticipation. 

I cover the concoction and sweep Jackie into my hand, then go into my study to get some writing done. I’m behind on my work, since I spent the majority of my time yesterday jerking off. I turn on my computer and start hammering away at the keyboard. Jackie explores the surface of my desk for a while, fooling around with the oversized office supplies. I watch her with fascination out of the corner of my eye. 

“Chester?” she pipes up. “Can you open up one of those books for me so I can read?”  

“It’d be my pleasure, darling,” I reply, eager to please. She points to one of my history books, and a trickle of unease drains into my entrails. I know what that text contains. It tells of our bloody past, our shared history with humans when we at one time inhabited their world. It details the war between humans and giants that led to our banishment to a different realm, now referred to as the Land of Giants. 

I suppose it would benefit her to understand the intricacies of giant-human relations. Perhaps she’ll understand me better, why I’m... the way that I am, around her. I obediently open the book for her and let her read while I continue to type, occasionally turning a page for her. The tome is so large compared to her, she has to journey from one side to the other as she pores over the giant pages. It’s endearing, how she’s so focused, her brows pinched together in deep contemplation. 

“Chester?” she asks after a long period of quiet. “What do you know about magic?” 

I pause to think. “Not much,” I admit. “Giants aren’t able to use magic, only humans are. I’ve never seen it used in my lifetime, so I don’t know.” 

“Oh.” She sounds disappointed. I go back to my typing, but I ruminate over her question with disquiet. The humans used magic as a powerful weapon against giants in the war: I hope she’s not asking because she wishes to break free of my control and hurt me. That implication saddens me deeply. However, I’m being honest with her when I say I really don’t know much about the subject. 

“Sorry, I wish I could tell you more. Perhaps sometime we can go to a library and read up on it. Although, that wouldn’t be safe for you, being around other giants and all.” I switch off my computer. My stomach is whining with hunger. “Dinner should be ready by now.” 

I offer my hand, and Jackie readily jumps into my palm. I take her into the kitchen and serve up dinner, spooning drops of mashed-up stew into a bottle cap for my miniature lady. I fill up a bowl for myself, pour a glass of wine, and sit at the table. 

I drink my wine more than I eat, despite my prodigal appetite. I sip the smallest portions of stew, swirling the warm mixture in my mouth before swallowing. I allow Jackie the time to finish her meal first. She glances up at me with increasing anxiety. I lean over her, cupping my chin in my hand while I absently stir my stew with my spoon. I don’t say anything, but my belly speaks for me, babbling noisily beneath the table. I don’t wish to impose my will upon her. She knows what I desire: I’m hoping she’ll volunteer. 

She releases a nervous cough. “Do you want me to…?” The sentence dies on her lips. I cock a brow expectantly. Trembling, she points timidly to my bowl. I nod with measured tilts of my head, flashing my teeth in a substantial grin. She flinches ever so slightly, retracting her hand to clench it closer to her fragile body. Her features twist up as she avoids my gaze, opting to examine her clothes instead. 

“I should probably change into the clothes I wore yesterday so this outfit won’t get ruined,” she states. 

I’m more than happy to aid her in whatever she needs. “I’ll go grab them for you,” I proclaim, hopping out of my chair and nearly stumbling over my feet in my enthusiastic rush. 

“Wait.” I halt my progress, straightening into a stable stance. I stand over her, concealing my annoyance. I’ve been holding back all day. If she backs out now… 

Respect her wishes. 

I bite my lip, silently chastising my selfishness. I can’t blame her for being scared of me. However, I notice something that piques my interest. She’s having trouble speaking again, but not from fear. There’s an intensity to her stare, a bright gleam, that stops me in my tracks. I slowly return to my seat, looking at her curiously. 

“I could just…” She fumbles with her hands in that distinct idiosyncrasy of hers that I find so charming. “I mean… I don’t really need clothes at all, right? If they’ll just get messed up anyway.” 

My eyebrows shoot up almost to my hairline. “That’s… that’s true.” I leer over her delicious little body, envisioning how she would taste without clothes. I swallow as I begin to fantasize about running my tongue over every inch of her exposed skin. The flesh beneath my belt awakens with lust. I grin with unbridled voracity. “You’ll taste a lot better too.” 

She blushes, and I melt. She’s so cute, I could just eat her up. I settle into my chair, leaning back, and cross my arms over my chest to keep my hands from drifting to other places. Jackie bends over to remove her shoes and socks. My heartrate quickens as my blood pumps through my veins, pooling in my loins. I restrain my urge to fidget in my seat as my pants get tight. She crumples inward as she shyly stands on the table with her bare feet. 

“Go on,” I coo. She slowly strips off her shirt, followed by her pants, until she’s in nothing but a bra and panties. After a moment of hesitation, she unhooks her bra and tosses it away with a dramatic flourish, swiftly followed by her underwear. She poses in all her naked glory, showing off her natural beauty. 

My jaw unhinges into a dull gape of awe. I loom over her, ravishing her sleek curves with my greedy eyes. My body prickles all over with wild concupiscence, to the point where I want to rip off my own clothes, snatch her up, and acquaint her intimately with my manhood. Her tiny size is all the more appealing, as I imagine how powerful and dominant and strong and manly I must appear by comparison. I want to touch her and rub her and kiss her and nibble on her and lick her and devour her and- 

My hand surges forward to seize her, but I can’t help but notice how she cowers and covers her breasts with her arms, as if embarrassed by her nudity. I stop, my fingers arcing around her without actually making contact. I’m abruptly mortified by my filthy thoughts. She never gave me permission to do such things to her, as much as I may crave her flesh. 

“May I…?” I query with a sheepish wince. 

“Yes,” she answers softly. I understand I need to be gentle with her. I hunch forward, holding my face level with her so I can admire all her intricate details. Her figure is full and voluptuous, plushy and feminine. I gingerly run the tip of my finger down her side, reveling in the feeling. She’s wonderfully soft, her skin smooth and warm. Her fragrance is overpowering, an irresistible ambrosia to all my senses. 

My heart pounds and my breathing deepens with heavy arousal. My stomach growls and my maw floods with saliva. I’m brimming with desire, but above all I’m starving. I want her inside my mouth, NOW. I curl my fingers around her and cautiously release her into my bowl of stew, allowing her to climb in herself. It’s cooled down enough in the interim that it won’t be unpleasantly hot for her. 

Her face is flushed as I eat around her, teasing her playfully with my spoon. I’m not sure if she’s reacting that way because of her stripping or because of the heat, but either way it gets me more and more impassioned. I want her badly, not merely her physical body but her spiritual core. She fits neatly into my spoon as I lift her to my lips. 

My heart palpitates fast, close to bursting, as I behold her naked body slathered in stew, encompassed by my spoon. My skin burns for her touch; my tongue flexes in a lake of drool, yearning for her essence. I purse my lips, as if to blow on the spoonful to cool it. I pause, full of longing. 

I take the plunge. I press my lips to her in a full-bodied, sensual kiss. My sensitive nerves light up with a magical flame that warms me all the way to my toes. She’s beautiful, superlative, sublime. The effect is magnified hundredfold when she returns my affection, planting a kiss on my lower lip. I overflow with joy. 

I part my lips to display to her my mouth’s interior. She doesn’t retreat, fearlessly maintaining her grip on the shelf of my lip with her diminutive hands. Carefully, I guide her over the threshold of my teeth, until she lands on my tongue. 

Her lively taste never ceases to amaze me. She rivals the daintiest confections, the richest desserts, the best cuts of meat, the most gourmet cuisine in the fanciest restaurants. They’re all put to shame by her raw, unaltered flavor. I’m a decent cook, but my stew is total slop by comparison. The lack of clothing to interfere greatly intensifies her delectable zestiness, to the point where I feel like I’ll climax from her piquancy alone.  

My salivary glands pump my mouth full of slobber. I moan with pure pleasure, the vocalization rumbling deep in my throat. I energetically caress her body with my tongue, rotating her to sample and savor every detail, every crevasse, while I rub her along the inside of my mouth. Her shape is delightful, her texture as luxurious as velvet. My lascivious appetite waxes to an unbearable degree. Before I know it, my hand is in my pants. I stroke myself as tenderly as I stroke her tiny figure with my tongue. 

I eat my dinner with minimal chewing, so Jackie doesn’t get jostled about more than necessary. I want to take my time and savor it all, but my hunger interferes and I eat too fast. Regardless, I treat my love with the upmost care, wrapping her in the protective muscle of my tongue to protect her from my crushing molars. I drink hefty swigs of wine and slosh her in a mini whirlpool to bring out the lush notes, before gulping the mixture down. I'm captivated and obsessed, drunk more on Jackie’s gratifying body than the alcohol. She’s divine, like a tiny goddess in my mouth. 

I want to do more with her. She’s already in my mouth, naked—why not? With my dinner complete, I want to eat one last thing. Gently, so as not to bruise her tender flesh, I balance her upright against my front row of teeth, pushing her back to my incisors. Her teeny feet sink into the hot meat at the base of my jaw, bouncing with my rapid pulse. She doesn’t resist, so I persist, licking her shoulders and perky breasts. I move my tongue down to her belly, then lower, to her plush thighs. I force the tip between her legs and apply pressure upward. 

She tenses, and I can almost hear her gasp in shock, but she doesn’t fight back. Encouraged, I continue, stimulating her using my rough carpet of taste buds. She’s too small for me to target a specific point with any precision, so I take a heavy-handed approach—heavy-tongued?—licking her pussy with reckless abandon. I’m rewarded with a juicy, salty burst that makes me drool and whine.  

She spreads her legs wider, and I dig in deeper, lifting her off her feet so she’s balanced on the tip of my tongue. I fear I’ll drown her in my spit, but I can’t stop. My strokes get sloppier and more vigorous as my erotic pleasure rises. I masturbate aggressively, throbbing and breathing hard. I’m laser-focused on this minutest pinpoint of venereal gratification, yet her most delicious feminine feature eclipses my whole world as I lose awareness of the rest of my massive body. My tongue strains to crawl up inside her, to ascend into heaven.    

Another burst of tangy liquid on my tongue, and she slackens. She pushes me back, and I reluctantly obey. I don’t want to smother her, even if I desire more. I use my spoon to remove her from my mouth. As expected, she’s soaked, with her hair a wild mess. Her eyes are sparkling and her cheeks are flushed like roses. 

She’s not alone, as my face heats with a violent blush. I gulp, fearing I may have overstepped my bounds. Her libidinous juices linger within me, permeating my senses like an aphrodisiac. “That... wasn’t too much for you, was it?” I stammer. 

To my relief, she giggles. “Not at all! Though it certainly caught me by surprise.” She smirks at me coyly, nibbling her lip. “Now it’s my turn, right?” She rises to her feet, perched precariously on the lip of the spoon. I cock a brow. I’m puzzled, yet aroused.  

She glances down over the edge, as if gauging something. Without warning, she leaps off. I’m so stunned I fail to catch her; I clumsily drop my spoon on the table and swipe my hands through the air, to no effect. Fortunately, she lands safely in my lap—too close to my crotch, perhaps, but at least she isn’t hurt. 

“What are you-” I begin, but the words hardly escape my lips before she’s slithering under my waistband into my pants. This tiny woman has already surprised me many times before, with her boldness and exceedingly generous willingness to forgive, but I never expected her to initiate this!  

My cock is still rock-hard, tenting my underwear. I’m already close to bursting when her wet body contacts my sensitive sex organ, sending a cascade of pleasure through my nerves. She plants her butt in a patch of pubic hair and stretches apart her legs to straddle the thick base as much as possible. She’s too small to wrap her arms all the way around my penis, but I can tell she’s putting her full strength into jacking me off as her limbs ripple up and down my shaft.  

The intense waves of carnal passion swell into an insurmountable tsunami. I can’t sit still or stay quiet as I shift in my seat and moan with unfiltered rapture. She shakes as her muscles strain to cover the vast canvas of skin in my erogenous zone. I don’t last long, since I was already on the cusp of orgasming. My meat bulges until I explode, my testicles pumping out a creamy mess into my underwear. Gasping for breath, I rescue Jackie from my pants before she gets soaked in cum along with all my sweat and saliva. 

“I can’t believe you just did that,” I pant. My heart is still galloping. “But I must say, well done.” 

“You did get me turned on,” she chuckles. 

“I think we both need to get cleaned up now,” I comment with a grin. I bring her into the bathroom, massaging her in my hand as I weigh my options. There’s no point in putting her in the sink by herself when I need to bathe as well, is there? 

“Would you like to... take a bath with me?” I ask. 

“Sure.” Even though she’s been inside my mouth and my pants, she still reddens. Awww. I set her on the countertop. It occurs to me that she hasn’t seen me fully naked yet. Since she was daring enough to undress in front of me earlier, I feel comfortable shedding my shirt, pants, and underwear. 

She gawks with unreserved wonder. Her eyes boggle as they travel up and down my hulking figure, pausing in the spiciest places. I’m very flattered, though I suppose it’s easy for me to look magnificent and imposing to a human, when I’m so much larger. I’m not exceptional, really—if anything, I’m a bit short for a giant man, especially compared to someone like my father. I’m not muscular either, just broad in the shoulders. Oh well. 

I take her in my hand and set her on the side of the tub. Forgive my arrogance, but I can’t resist glutting myself with the adoration in her gaze as I effortlessly step over her into the water. I’ve never had a woman look up to me with such admiration. My stomach flutters. I... I like the feeling. Being big. Powerful. In control. So different from how I normally feel, when I’m usually looked down on by the other giants in my life, as soft and wimpy.  

I settle into the water. Jackie, true to her character, dives in without waiting for my assistance. My body is like an island as she swims in the sloshing sea around me and surfaces on the shore of my abdomen. She scales my mountainous frame, clinging to my body hair like brush on a cliffside as she makes her way up. I revel in her every touch, as she intertwines her fingers in tufts of my hair and slides her slippery body against mine. She ascends the bulge of my pectoral and clambers up to the top of my shoulder, raising her arms in triumph when she finally conquers me. 

Smiling, I begin to wash, soaping up my arms and torso. Jackie seizes the opportunity and takes a wild plunge down my arm like a waterslide. She falls into the water, but before she can swim to the surface I reach in and grab her. She erupts into a fit of giggles as I squeeze and tickle her all over with my fingers, lathering her up in soap in the process. I bring her close to my face to study her and she rubs soap onto the bridge of my nose and flicks water at me. I’m in a playful mood, so I throw her up into the air. She shrieks before dunking back into the water unharmed. 

I snatch her up again and perch her on my knee. I put a drop of shampoo on the tip of my finger and pat her head so she can wash her hair, while I wash my own ruddy locks. She uses my leg as a slide again and splashes into the bath to rinse off. I let her explore my body and climb all over me as I finish cleaning myself. Eventually, she tires out and floats on her back, staring up at me with starry eyes. I’m in love. 

Once we’re done, I scoop her up into my hand and emerge from the water with waterfalls flowing down my back and arms. Her bewitching gaze never leaves me, even as I wrap her up in a washcloth and we dry off and dress in our sleepwear. My heart feels full as we retire to my bedroom, and she falls asleep on my bare chest. It’s been a good day. 

Chapter 9

[mitsu-of-the-moon]

Turtle pile, but this time with a good ending

Ok so. Disclaimer. This is my first fic ever and its about @somerandomdudelmao rottmnt AU. (this shows how much I am into this AU, it's seriously a masterpiece)

I was thinking about the arc just before all the turtles (past and future) reunited... and I had an idea of how the turtles would react to a sick Future!Donnie.

anyways, here it is!

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After coming back to life in another time branch, bringing back his brothers from the apocalypse and concluding that death is fixable, Donnie forgot that he is not actually omnipotent, God or a perfectly oiled machine.

This grounding truth became obvious when one evening, while he was working on the time-machine, his movements became sloppier, and a pounding headache started to grow from the sides of his head. The irrational part of his brain (a very little part of his brain to be honest) brought him back to his time branch, in those days in which the symptoms of the krang infection started manifesting. But no, he shook his head as if to obliterate that stupid irrational thought. It’s not possible that the krang infection remained in his body, both Barry and Mikey confirmed it.

Now, he just had to hide it from the rest of his brothers, which could be quite a challenge given the fact that they now lived all together and there isn’t an active apocalypse that is trying to kill them at any moment to distract them. Nice.

 Thankfully CJ was spending the night with their younger versions and April.

But really, it wasn’t that bad, after running a few quick tests on himself he found that the reason of his unwellness lied in the fact that his body became accustomed to the terraformed New York’s weather… aka as dry as the fucking Sahara Desert. Right now, in the normal New York it’s almost winter and let’s just say that the sewers’ humidity index is a tad bit higher than what he is used to…

Suppressing a few coughs, the softshell decided that it’s time to go to catch a few hours of sleep. He stood up from his chair, missing the heat and pressure it provided against his shell. Galileo… he hasn’t worn his battleshell in ages.  I have to add it to the list of things to do; now it’s not the right time. He lethargically made his way to his bed and carelessly flopped down. It was in that moment that he realized just how tired he was, his eyes burned from looking at his computer’s screen too much, his head was now throbbing in a very piercing way and all his body felt heavy. If it wasn’t for the fact that he was utterly exhausted he would have noticed a big red figure looking at him from the doorway of the lab.

When Leo woke up after a long and (finally) continuous 8 hours of sleep, he wasn’t feeling as relaxed as he thought. The slider looked at the time twice to confirm the amount of hours he actually slept, but not even a truckload of confidence could erase the deep feeling of anxiety in his gut. The anxiety wasn’t unusual; it was a feeling that he had to come to terms with during the difficult times of the apocalypse. What bugged him was that he hadn’t felt this particular type of anxiety for almost two years. The twin sense. But Donnie was ok; he was the one that brought him, Mikey and Raph to safety, he wasn’t frail like the last time he saw him, he didn’t have eyebags that were darker than the night sky. He. Is. Ok.

Groaning, he decided that it was time to get up, at least to shake off his irrational thoughts and to see with his own eyes that his brother was indeed fine and healthy. When Leo arrived in the kitchen he was met with the mouthwatering smell of Mikey’s pancakes. God he didn’t even realize how much he missed them. Raph was already at the table  eating the pancakes, he smiled at the view, he would have never thought this moment could ever be possible, but here we are.

“Hey, Mr sensei? You done staring? Do you want the pancakes or not?”. The box turtle was leaning on the stove, his air put up in a bun, on one hand he had a spatula, on the other a ladle with some pancake batter in it.

“Good mornig hermanos! Michael, my dearest brother, right now, to my eye, you are an angel that has just blessed my day. I would die for just one piece of your pancake”. His orange brother chuckled and poured the mix in the pan. “No more dying, please. I’ll make as many as you want; go sit down”.

The slider made his way to the table, sitting in front of his older brother. He looked around, trying to find some trace of his twin.

“Has Donald already eaten?”

He knew that the answer was going to be negative; Donnie has always been a night owl, never too eager to wake up early in the morning. What he didn’t expect was his red and big brother to freeze mid bite.

“You ok big guy?”

Sensing the mood shift, Mikey approached them, putting a comforting hand over the snapper’s left shoulder. “You know you can talk to us Raphie” he smiled.

Raph sighed putting down the fork and placing his right hand over Mikey’s.

“I know… I just…” He sighed again, this time looking directly at Leo. Were those worry lines on his brother forehead? “'Look, I’ll bite the bullet or whatever. I have been having trouble sleeping, you know, with all the ‘I haven’t slept in more than 5 years' situation, and it’s fine! It really is! I know that it’s difficult to adjust, but I kind of liked my old routine. Back in the apocalypse I used to patrol the base and make sure you all were ok… it was the least I could do”.  The snapper lowered his gaze, frowning deeply. “The only person that Raph had some trouble looking after was Donnie… at the time I didn’t realize it, but at some point, he started to lock the lab the night… I guess that was when he started getting sick.”

That was a stab in the chest for all of them. No one had noticed their brother’s decaying health; it took Casey to physically make contact with Donatello’s ribs to get them to open their eyes at the situation. Leo didn’t particularly enjoy thinking about how irresponsible of a leader, of a brother, he had been... everything could have been avoided if he just thought about doing periodic checkups on his brother, it wasn’t that absurd, but he overestimated the softshell’s capabilities of taking care of himself. Right now, though, his twin sense was screaming at him, and he had a feeling that Raph wasn’t just expressing his feelings in a little breakky therapist session. “Raph… look at me.” He searched his big brother’s eyes. Black eyes met black eyes. Red bandana met red stripes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Tonight, I heard Donnie cough. Badly.”

In that moment, Leo’s heart shattered.

After  a few freezing seconds that felt like ages the cold dread was broken by Mike, bless his heart, he really was an angel.

“let’s not worry too much about what we still don’t know. This place is quite dusty, it could have been that, right? We’ll let him sleep it off and in a few we are going to check on him.” The mystic warrior squeezed his brig brother’s finger (his hand was too big).

Leo looked at his little brother, one could have been fooled by his light smile, but that smile wasn’t reaching his eyes, and his hand was gripping too much Raph’s finger.

 The slider took a deep breath, he had to say it, to voice it in some way or he was going to go crazy.

“Do you guys think it could b-“

A loud crash interrupted him mid-sentence. Raph stood up immediately “It came from the lab!”.  Mikey started levitating, his eyes becoming that fluorescent hue of orange and began to sprint-fly towards the lab, followed closely by his brothers. They soon arrived at the lab which, thanks to Draxum’s interior design sense, didn’t have heavy metal doors that are extremely difficult to open.

“DONNIE?!”

Mikey’s scream was like an arrow to their chest, a waterfall of panic washed over Leo. Why didn’t he go to his twin sooner? Why didn’t he dare to check his brother? Why couldn’t he learn from his mistakes?

The lab was still dark, the only source of light were a few LED lights that Donnie started installing to the time machine and the original green/yellow lights. In the shadows only one thing cold be distinguished, their brother’s body on the floor, next to his lab chair.

“shit shit shi- Raph turn on the lights!”

The slider reached next to the softshell Mikey, he had a hand on his forehead, he was trembling slightly, his eyes had come back to their natural color. “L-Leo… He won’t wake up! I-I tried to call him, but he doesn’t respond “.

Raph returned and put his big hand on Mikey’s shell and began making circling movements to try and soothe him, but his eyes were glues to his other little brother unconscious body.  In the meantime, Leo had already taken on his role of medic, assessing the pulse and the breathing, noticing also the deep dark eyebags. He sighed in frustration; Donnie wasn’t  going to get out of this easily. “He definitely has a fever, but other than that I can’t say anything more…”  

The first thing that Donnie noticed was that his shell was cold. On a more accurate analysis, he found out that all his body was cold. Cold and sore to be more specific. Mh… he would rate this nap a solid 1/10. Wait. Nap? He didn’t remember falling asleep and his bed surely wasn’t this cold. As he slowly regained consciousness he became aware of other sensations and stimuli, like the pounding headache in his temples, dry throat and someone who was touching him. Right now the feeling wasn’t particularly appreciated.

“ghh- cough- cough”

Where was he??

“ie? Yo- th us? Donnie??”

A rough hand was positioned on his forehead. Ew it’s sticky. Gross.

“Leo?”

He slowly opened his eyes, his retina adjusting to the blinding lights in his lab. His lab? Wait the last thing he remembered was getting up to go rest, he was starting to feel shitty and- Ohh fuck.

“yeah, ‘oh fuck’. Donnie, it’s quite important, look at me.” He directed his gaze towards the source of the voice, to his left. Leo was on his knees, worry lines dug into his forehead. Behind him there were his brothers, both of them had similar expressions on their faces.

“Donald?” oh right, focus.

“yeah?” God, his voice was raspy.

“Do you think you can get up on you own?”

He really really really (3 reallys) hoped so. “I- yeah I think so”. The softshell began to get on his elbows, ignoring the blinding pain on his back and how much his vision was swaying. He couldn’t ask for Leo’s help. Not right now, because now thing are different, he is fine, he isn’t weak, frail or uncapable of doing the most basic things, like getting up or walking aided by a stick, like an old men. He had it, he fixed it. He managed to sit upright, his vision went black just for a few seconds as his body was trying to adjust to the change of position. When his vision returned normal, his eyes were met with a comforting and warm light which definitely wasn’t coming from the lightbulbs of the lab, it was coming from Mikey’s ninpo. His mystic brother was so gentle that he didn’t even realize that he was floating mid air.

“wait Micheal, I can walk, I swear”

He heard a few scoffs, coming from different directions.

“yeah, keep telling yourself that. Dummy.”

The warming feeling of his brother’s ninpo was a bit too comforting and sleep felt like a good idea.

“Donnie please try not to fall asleep”. This was Raph, he used his ‘big and responsible brother voice’, oh how much he missed that.

“mh, just resting my eyes”

Suddenly he flopped on the big couch in the ‘livingroom’. Mikey was in front of him, a frown of worry on his face. “Leo, I’m going to use my ninpo a bit harder now, I think you should stand back a little.”

Leo actually listened to Mikey, his gaze though didn’t leave the softshell. Raph looked worryingly at Mikey “Are you sure you are going to be alright?”

Mikey raised his arms towards Donnie, “Don’t worry big guy! A little Krang research didn’t aver hurt no one!”

Wait, Krang? It was in that moment, that Donnie realized that his brother thought that he was still infected. That he was still sick and weak. His brother was going to risk overusing his ninpo on a little cold.

“No wait Mikey!” Cough cough. “It’s not the Krang, I’m sure of it!” another cough.

Leo walked closer to the couch, positioning in front of him, his eyer on fire. “Donnie don’t be stupid. You couldn’t see it coming the first time, so why would you predict it now? Why wouldn’t we check after finding you unconscious?! We can’t lose you AGAIN Donnie! You can’t fix everything! And even if you can, sometimes prevent is better than cure!” His brother’s eyes began to water. “I can’t keep losing you… please let us check”.

Raph reached the slider and put a big hand on Donnie’s shoulder, “Leo’s right Donnie… we can’t be so sure, things are already too complicated right now, let us be sure about at least one thing, let us do it. Let Mikey check.”

The box turtle turned to him with a  bright smile, “It’s going to be quick, trust me”

Cold shivers run through the softshell’s body, and resulted in a shiver. “promise me that if you start feeling that something is off you are going to stop.”

All his brothers looked at him with an unreadable expression.

“Said the turtle who fainted, probably because of exhaustion.” Ok fair enough.

“touché”

The process was actually quite quick. As soon as Leo and Raph took a few steps back Mikey began to glow (he never got tired of seeing it), and when his little brother took his hands a hot sensation ran through his body, banishing the shivers from just a few seconds earlier.

After a few minutes the warm feeling was already gone, replaced by the sewer’s humidity.

Mikey smiled at his brothers “Donnie was right, there is no Krang.”

“told you so” cough cough.

A general sigh of relief could be heard from all of them.

“it’s this place’s fault, it’s too cold and humid compared to what we were used to.”

Leo flopped on the couch, right next to him and punched him on the shoulder. “Oh no! It’s totally your fault! You have again neglected your health like the workaholic you are! You can’t keep doing it!”

Mikey sat on the floor in front of them, “Leo… why don’t we argue later? Dr Delicate touch is going to pay a vist for sure,” he looked at Donnie, who was looking like he could fall asleep in any moment. “why don’t we make a turtle pile? It’s been ages”.

A turtle pile. Everyone remembered the last time they did it. That time Raph was a robot with a metallic and cold voice. Donnie was as frail as a stick, he was so weak that he couldn’t even sit.

But this time it was different.

Raph was real.

Donnie was just under the weather.

Death is fixable.

They are ok.

They are together.

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the End. Comments and suggestions are always welcome!!

[garciaasfluffypen]

addiction

word count: 1.3k pairing: spencer reid x reader warnings: drug use (not explicitly written/described) 

a/n: sorry not sorry. this is also on my wattpad so if you feel like you’ve read it you probably have

spencer wasn't himself.

he was more jittery, sneaking off every now and then and it was getting on your nerves mainly because he wouldn't talk about it. so of course, in secret, you texted his boss to see if he had noticed anything different. hotch had told you that yes, he was acting different, and he feared that he was on drugs. after talking to hotch for a while, you decided to search his drawers.

was that a good idea? not in the slightest. were you doing it anyway? yes.

five minutes later you found the bottles of dilaudid in his drawer. you grabbed them and set them down on the kitchen table, opening your laptop and typing the name into google to read up on it. maybe this wasn't the reason he was off. maybe it was because he wasn't getting enough sleep or something mundane like that. you didn't want to think that spencer was taking drugs, but from what you had heard, tobias sent spencer down a dark path. it pained you to think about what spencer had gone through during those few days, and you didn't want to relive the pain you had gone through when garcia texted you that spencer was missing.

there was a click at the front door and you shut your computer, crossing and uncrossing your legs under the table as you tried to figure out how to start the conversation.

"y/n, i- what the fuck?!"

well, you thought, that's one way to start it.

"spencer, we need to talk."

"you went through my stuff!"

"i'm fucking concerned about you, of course i did!" you spat back, standing up and sending the chair flying across the wooden floor.

"you have no reason to be concerned about me."

your hands slammed down on the table. "yes i do! you're fucking on drugs, spencer."

it had been forever since you called him by his first name and only his first name. it sounded foreign coming from your lips.

"for the past four months you've been edgy, moody and all around not fun to be with. it's been a blessing when you're gone because i don't walk on eggshells when you're not here. but hotch sees it too. and so does the rest of the team, i'm presuming. you're fucking stupid, spencer. DRUGS? what on earth made you think doing an equivalent to morphine was okay?"

"you have no reason to be in my business-"

"yes i fucking do! i'm your girlfriend, spencer. i can be in your business all i want."

spencer ran a hand through his hair. "you could have at least asked me!"

"what, and have you dodge the question? tell me 'oh, i'm fine, i'm not on drugs!'  yeah, think again buddy."

spencer went to grab the vials off the table, but you were faster. you scooped them up from where they were sitting, turning around and throwing them against the wall and watching them break, the clear liquid sliding down the wallpaper as the glass shattered and fell to the floor. spencer ran over to where it had dropped, falling to his knees and slamming the floor with his fist.

"you have no idea what kind of damage you just did."

"hasn't this addiction done enough damage already?"

your voice turned quiet, your hands falling down just in front of your stomach as you played with them nervously. tears pricked at your eyes but you willed them back, telling yourself you were too strong to cry. you couldn't cry in front of him. not right now. not ever. and to be honest, you had gotten scared of him. scared of how his mood was going to be when he came home from a case, or how he was going to be when he woke up in the morning. it was always a game of "will he won't he", and you were fucking tired of it. and this was going to be the end of it.

"i almost left, while you were gone."

you swore you heard spencer choke back a sob.

"i uh- i was gonna go couch hop on my friend's couch for a while. i'm scared of you, spence. i am. before i found the-" you cut yourself off, not bearing to say the word out loud because that would make it real.

"y/n-"

"let me finish." you took in a breath. "i don't know which spencer i'm going to get anymore. and half the time, it's the mean spencer that scares me half to death. i don't sleep when you're here. i lay in bed, awake, waiting for you to do something you'd regret to me. i'm constantly on edge and i hate it. i hate this, i hate this apartment and fuck! i hate you so much!"

you fell to the floor, the tears you were trying to hide finally escaping. defeated, you curled in on yourself, almost mimicking the position spencer was in as his head poked up, staring at you with the first hint of concern you had seen in months.

"you need help, spencer. real help. i'm working with hotch to find a rehab group for you. but i need to know how much more of that is in the apartment."

"y/n-"

"i'm being serious."

"i'm not- i don't have any more."

"how much more is there, spencer?"

the silence in the room was tense, your voice cutting through the air like a knife in bread. it was at this moment, spencer knew he had fucked up. and it showed. his face fell, as if he were defeated, and he slumped down into a ball like shape as he fought with himself about telling you or not. you'd find it either way, you had quite a talent at finding things that were hidden. just like you found those three little bottles in his bedside table.

the three bottles that had almost broken your relationship.

"in my satchel."

his voice was high pitched, almost as if he were fighting back tears, much like you were moments ago. he slid the satchel to you, both of you staring at it as it sat on the floor.

"front left pocket, just under the flap."

"is that it?"

"yes."

you took the bottles from the pocket, counting another four. before you could even tell him to move, spencer rolled out of the way so you could throw them at the wall, destroying the vials for good. the two of you sat there, in the silence, contemplating what to do next.

"we should get that cleaned up."

spencer could only nod as he made his way to the bathroom, coming out moments later with a dustpan and broom. you went to the kitchen to get some paper towels, pausing with your back facing him. another moment of silence passed, the two of you standing on practically other sides of the apartment. the two of you cleaned in silence, both of you trying to find the right words to say but failing each time.

"i'm gonna go sleep at molly's for a while, just until you're okay enough. hotch is getting you set up with a rehab program, and he'll watch you while you're in it."

that was when spencer finally noticed the suitcase by the door, packed and ready to go.

"i'm doing this out of love, you know."

"i know." spencer's voice turned quiet this time. "'m sorry."

"its okay. i know you went through a lot."

"i shouldn't have put you through that-"

"you didn't know you were."

you shot him a sad smile, slipping on your shoes and grabbing the handle of your suitcase.

"i love you."

you could only stare at spencer's grief stricken face as he watched you leave, not even saying goodbye.

[middlechild404]

Learning anatomy

Summary: you have a lot of studying to do. Jack decides to help you.

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I was drowning in assignments and presentations this period, and on top of all of that, I had an anatomy exam coming up in two days. So for the time being I had set aside my other studies just to make sure that I passed this test. Even though I was confident that I would pass with a high grade, although, my confidence was overruled by the anxiety in the pit of my stomach that would linger until the moment I was done with the test.

I was frantically using my flashcards as I felt a strong headache creeping in from the amount of information that I needed to cramp up in my brain. I wasn't going to let a headache stop me from studying. Hence, I needed to make my remedy for headaches, which was a green tea mixed with mango and lychee, or so I liked to call it- pure heaven.

As I started the water boiler, my phone chimed. I immediately picked it up hoping that it would be Jack. We have been friends for a while now but at some point I started to develop feelings for him. Ever since then, I haven't been able to get him out of my mind and I keep second-guessing his intentions when doing things, hoping that he somehow reciprocates the feelings I have for him.

To my dismay, it was my lab partners. I answered their questions quickly and put down my phone right after turning off the sound.

I began to rationalize with myself that waiting for him to text was ridiculous and that I'd been tricking myself into liking him all along. I kept thinking that I should focus on my studies instead of a guy that doesn't even like me. But, all those thoughts went out the window the second my phone vibrated on the counter.

"Eyoo, I'm in the neighborhood. I'll be swinging by soon."- Jack wrote

I kept writing and rewriting a response, lastly, I settled for what would be best.

"It's probably best if you don't, I really need to study. Have a test coming up soon :(" I typed and hit send.

I could see the bubbles appearing instantly, not many seconds later he responded.

"No worries, we can work together. I need to finish a track anyway, so I can do that while you study."

My stomach did somersaults at his response. I quickly went to the mirror to make myself look at least half decent. My skin looked dull in the absence of makeup, so I tapped my cheeks a few times to give myself a rosy look.

The taps on my cheeks were unnecessary as I was completely flushed at the sight of Jack in gray sweatpants only a few minutes later when he entered my apartment.

I wanted to say something after we greeted each other but he stopped me from forming a sentence. "Shhh, just pretend I'm not here. I don't want to get in the way of your studying" he said as he placed himself on my couch.

To that, I rolled my eyes. "I wanted to ask if you wanted some tea, but nevermind" I said with a smirk on my face.

"Smartass" he smirked back. "I would actually love some of that tea you refer to as heaven"

I walked quickly into the kitchen and then back with two cups in my hands. Jack had already started his work as he had his headphones on and was typing rapidly on his computer. He simply acknowledged me with a "thank you" as I placed his cup on the table, then returned to his typing.

I admired how focused he was when it came to his work. I caught myself staring for a few seconds, which made me avert my gaze. I picked up my flashcards and started to memorize all the different bones in the body.

After two hours of studying, I finally took a break. I quickly looked at Jack who was still typing away on his computer, I didn't want to interrupt him so I just sat there playing with my flashcards in silence.

It didn't take long for my intrusive thoughts to appear. Am I going to be able to do this? Am I smart enough? Why am I even doing this? Will I be able to have a good career? Am I good enough? And the thoughts went on, chipping away at my confidence.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't heard Jack speaking to me. He caught my attention as he simply put his hand on my arm.

"Hey, where did you go?" He asked with a concerned look on his face.

I was contemplating if I would be honest or not and simply say that everything was fine. I didn't want to start a conversation about how I doubted myself and keeping him from his job.

He understood that I was having an argument with myself as the silence was long due. To this, he placed his computer on the table along with his headphones and turned himself toward me. He brought his leg up as a barrier between us as he made himself comfortable for some deep talk.

"Come on, spill. You know you can talk to me." Jack said as he sipped on his second cup of tea.

"I don't know, sometimes I get these thoughts that I'm not good enough…I don't even know why I'm majoring in this anyway, I lost my motivation somewhere along the way." I said embarrassed while looking down on my lap as I played with the fuzz on my sweatpants.

"Listen, from what I've seen, you're one of the most hardworking people I know. You don't just study to pass, you study because you want to be good at what you do." He said reassuringly. He continued before I could give a response "That definitely means you're good enough, and sometimes also a bit of an overachiever." He said with a grin, to which he received a playful punch on his arm.

"As for motivation, you will lose it a million times over in your journey, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to get it back. You just need to find new ways to motivate yourself." He said supportively.

I was always awkward in these moments since I had a hard time receiving any kind of praise. This resulted in me giving him an awkward smile along with verbal gratitude as my heart was beating out of my chest.

It felt like the world stopped spinning when he kept staring at me. Nothing happened until his handsome face lit up, which meant that he had an idea. I felt a bit anxious about what he would do next, due to his ideas not always being the best.

"I have an idea of how we can motivate you for your studies." He blurted as he grabbed my flashcards. "How about I help you revise." He said with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Don't you have work to do?" I asked, not really wanting to take his time.

"I was done a while ago, I was waiting for you to take a break." He responded as he shifted closer to me.

"Oh well, okay I guess. Those flashcards are only bones of the upper body" I retorted while pointing at the blue deck of cards in his big hands.

"Okay, good good." He said with a smile on his face.

He quickly went through the flashcards, seeing that they were in order going from the lowest part of the upper body to the head.

He picked up my hand and gave the tip of my finger a kiss. My mind went wild at this action, it showed on my cheeks as they swiftly turned bright red.

"What's this bone called?" He asked me with a smirk on his face, he was content with the reaction I had given him.

I struggled to get a word out as I said "Ehh, distal phalanx".

"Correct, and now in Latin." He responded proudly while kissing my fingertip again.

"Os phalangeum distale manus" I answered unsurely.

"Correct!" He exclaimed as I received another kiss.

He kept doing this procedure all the way up to my collarbone. He stopped as he realized our close proximity, waiting for me to protest. Since I didn't, he continued.

He stopped later when I had received kisses all over my head, not knowing that he had missed one bone. My cheekbone.

"You missed one." I mumbled, not wanting to sound like I was asking for it.

He quickly looked through the cards and gave himself a nod when he saw which one it was. He immediately kissed me on my cheekbone and asked which bone it was.

"The zygomatic bone, or os zygomaticum in Latin." I said correctly. "Uuughh, finally done." I added, knowing that we had gone through the whole deck.

He didn't back away too far from my face, as I kept feeling his breath on my cheek. "One last question, what's this bone called?" he asked while putting his thumb on my lip.

"There are no bones in the lip." I answered confused at his question.

"Smartass, you've gotten everything right. I think you need to get a reward." He said right before crashing his lips on mine.

I couldn't believe what was happening, my mind was in a frenzy as he put his fingers through my hair and our bodies impossibly closer.

We broke the kiss to regain our breath, or for me- my sanity. I'd been dreaming about this for the longest time and it was even better than I'd ever imagined.

"What do you say about taking a break to have some… fun. Or how about studying the lower body now." He smirked and gave me a wink.

I didn't want to waste any time, therefore I immediately crashed my lips on his as I straddled him and let my fingers play with his soft hair.

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Hope you liked this one loviiieess ❤️

It was supposed to be a short one but got a bit carried away😅

Taglist: @jackharloww, @j-worlds-blog @itsyagirljaz, @harlowcomehome, @neon-lights-and-glitter

[dove00]

Stephcass wedding short?

(Hi! Thank you for the ask! I love StephCass! They’re awesome! I hope you (and everyone) enjoys the story!)

Send me a wlw and nblw dc ship and I’ll write a story for it!

No warnings—other than a lot of fluff.

1 month before the Wedding

“I personally think it would be hilarious to sit Bruce and Ollie together.” Steph said with a smile and a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Cass laughed, making Steph’s smile widen.

Cass moved the chair to put Ollie next to Hal and Dinah. Barry was also at that table, so that’s going to be fun.

“Compromise.” Cass said.

“Have I told you how much I love you?”

“Tell me again.”

“I love you.” Steph said with a kiss on Cass’ forehead.

“I love you, too.”

1 week before the Wedding

Cass can handle a lot, but when the person marrying them got sick, the florist quit, and the bakery won’t call them back, Cass feels herself start to panic.

Barbara must see it on her face because she promises Steph and Cass that she’ll figure something out and just worry about their vows.

The vows.

Cass has never been good with words, especially in front of so many people. She’s sitting in front of her computer and trying to think of what to say. She loves Stephanie—like she’s never loved anyone before. Cass types, deletes, types more, closes the computer, then gets out of the chair.

She stretches and starts dancing around the room.

When she’s out of breath, she stops and sits back down with an idea.

The Day of the Wedding

Steph has no idea how many favors Babs had to call in but she’s not complaining.

The wedding is outside and there are sunflowers and tulips all around them.

There’s bouquets, flower statues, and rose petals on the ground in the center. She sees the cake in the kitchen.

“Not half bad, huh?” Babs said, appearing behind her in her chair.

“This is great. How did you…”

“I have my ways.”

“What about the official person?”

“He’ll be on time.”

Soon, it was time and Steph watched Tiffany Fox walk down the aisle with flowers, their courts, and then Steph and finally Cass. Steph reached the end and looked at Dick.

She looked back at Cass and nearly started crying.

She looks beautiful. She always looks beautiful, but especially with that smile. Even in a room of people, it feel like they were the only two in the room.

They held hands.

“You may be seated.” Dick said. Everyone sat. “I know you love each other but nobody wants to hear it from me, so it’s time for the vows. Steph?”

“Cass. We didn’t have a love at first sight but our love story is still my favorite. It’s filled with tragedy and pain, yes, but also filled with so much love. You are my rock, my closest friend, and the love of my life. I promise to keep loving you forever. We will find each other in every time, place, and every life and I love you.”

Cass squeezed her hands and then let go. She pulled out a paper from her suit and gave it to Dick.

“I have trouble with words so…” Cass trailed.

Dick opened the paper and began reading. “Steph.” He said and Cass got in her first pose. “Words have never been my strong suit.” Cass started dancing. “So I’ll have to show you through dance. My life has been defined by hurt and pain before I met you. Since then, my life has been filled with friendship and later love. You helped me accept all of myself. When I look at you, when I hear your voice, I am filled with joy and my heart is full. I promise to love you even when death tries to separate us. I will find you. I love you.”

Cass stopped dancing and took a breath. She took Steph’s hands back and Steph squeezed them.

Dick smiled. “If there is anyone who has reason to object on why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Nobody spoke. “Then may I have the rings?” Damian gave him the rings, who gave it to Steph first. She held Cass’ hand. “Do you Stephanie Brown take Cassandra Cain to have and to hold, to cherish forever?”

“I do.” She put the ring on her finger.

“Do you Cassandra Cain take Stephanie Brown to have and to hold, to cherish forever?”

“I do.”

“Then it is the power vested in me and the internet and the state of New Jersey that I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss.”

The kiss had everyone jumping to their feet with cheers and applause.

Cass and Steph walked down the aisle and Cass caught a hint of her mother hidden in the forest. Her mother smiled and disappeared in the next second.

~~~~

Inside, the reception was really entertaining.

Too bad Cass and Steph snuck away to make out under the stars before they had to go in.

“No! Barry, put down the fork!”

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(Hope you enjoyed!)

[countessofravenclaw]

Anyone remeber S2 Au anymore? I feel like there has been a tiny hiatus with it. But don't you worry. I am back with it

“Don’t you need your backpack for school?” Gastón asked, as Luna got up from the table. 

“Oh?” Luna said while looking around the kitchen. “No way. How did I almost forget it!!”

“Your tie is also weirdly,” Gastón continued as he was typing on his computer. “Man, I am glad I don’t need to deal with those uniforms anymore.”

“Thanks.” Luna nodded, rolling her eyes and returning to the cellar to retrieve her backpack. 

As she walked back out to the kitchen into the living room, she saw Marco speaking on the phone. 

“Yes, of course.” He didn’t look pleased. “We understand. We’ll wait for further instructions.” 

“What was that about?” Luna asked after he hung up. 

“Nothing.” Marco looked up at her, after looking at his phone for a moment. 

Luna furrowed her brow for a moment. She liked to think that—well, they weren’t her parents, she had accepted that—she knew Isla and Marco. Obviously, fully knowing everything would have been a mountain of information, because it appeared that they had lived quite a life already, and they weren’t even old. In fact they were very much still living it. Anyway, Luna liked to think they were close.

She could tell that Marco wasn’t fully onboard with what he was saying. “Everything is okay?”

“Not excatly, but…but nothing you need to worry about.” Luna wasn’t sure if he was being honest or not. “It was my administrative assistant, Julia, at EZE. Apparently there was a communication error between the tower and ground control, which caused a Finnair aircraft to land on an occupied runway. It could have been ugly, if not for the quick acting of the captain on the aircraft. It’s fine, these happen, even when they shouldn’t, but it means paperwork and inquiries for me. I need to go to the office earlier than I thought.”

“Okay…” Luna just nodded, because she didn’t understand anything about how an airport worked. “Does it make it harder, that you need to drive me?”

“No, that's not it.” Marco shook his head as they walked to the yard toward the garage. “Don’t worry. It is our responsibility to take care of you, so that does include making sure you get to school. Isla and I’s scheduels fluctuate and so does their flexibility. We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” 

“Too bad we can’t just teleport,” Luna laughed as she got into the dark blue car. “It would be so useful now. I could get myself to school.”

“That's true.” Marco nodded slowly, before gesturing toward the steering wheel. “You know, you could actually get yourself to school if you—”

“Drive? Me?” Luna laughed. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” Marco repeated. “There is nothing practical stopping you. You’re old enough to have a license. We have a car you could use, the one your parents used while working here.” 

“I don’t know.” Luna shook her head before looking at the trees running through the view while the car moved. “How do you even learn to drive? I’ve never thought about it, really.”

“We can put you in the driving school Gastón went to.” Marco continued as he stopped at a red light. “We don’t have teaching permits with Isla. We never had the time for the consistency it would have required. Actually, it is such a shame that Gastón’s too young to qualify for one.”

“Why?” Luna asked. 

“He would probably be best at teaching driving.” Marco responded. “Teaching in general. He has the temperament my father did. I’ve probably never mentioned that he was a math teacher to you, back at Cordoba. Middle school, the pay was not fantastic at all, but he was very liked. A lot of his former students came to the funeral… Anyway, Gastón is also the one who has the experience of operating a manual every day. We can do it with Isla, if we have to, but the automatic is so much easier.” 

“Okay…” Luna nodded and stared at the car’s controls on the dashboard. There were all sorts of buttons, and from what she had understood, you needed to use your feet at the same time as your hands, and you couldn’t look at what you were doing.  “I don’t know. It seems difficult. I mean, my hand feet control only works while dancing.” 

“Driving is not difficult in itself.” Mrco explained while turning on a “It is just a mix of a lot of things you need to do at the same time, and you need to understand the rules of the road and look at the others as well as yourself. You of course don’t have to, if you don’t want to, but think about it.”

[harlowtales]

Reader is insecure and Jack assures her she’s exactly what he wants. ***language, sexual content 18+ ***

You watched him stand up as he shimmied from between the bed sheets and stretched. His messy head of curls like a halo in the morning light. God he looked good naked. You felt truly lucky to witness his firm butt, broad shoulders, and strong arms. Even his neck was beautiful and his famously soft hands. Everything about him was special, but he didn’t always feel special to you.

“You just gonna lay in bed?” He said looking back at you as he walked sleepily towards the bathroom rubbing his eyes. He was pleased you were still relaxing with him but he was hungry and you made the best omelettes.

“I can’t even walk right now.” You said yawing which was a compliment to his skills the night before.

Jack gave you a side smile before he went to take a shower. When he came out you had thrown on his hoodie and were on your phone and computer propped up in bed.

“Really? You’re starting to work and you haven’t even peed yet!” He said “You’re worse than me I swear. Don’t worry I’ll make myself breakfast.” He said sarcastically as he threw on the hoodie you hadn’t stolen yet to make you feel guilty.

“I have to get this report in Jack.” You said while typing and checking messages

He was irritated and started rummaging loudly in the fridge. You realized you were doing it again. Jack made a special trip out of his way to visit you and it wasn’t good to make him feel like you would rather be in bed with the laptop than with him. You freshened up and tipi-toed behind him giving him a big hug. “Let me get that” you said seeing him struggle to make his favourite grill cheese.

“I’m that bad huh?” He said laughing

“No you’re good. Very, very good.” You said lifting up your chin to reach his lips.

You kissed him deeply. As your lips pulled apart he said “Careful. You don’t want to get pregnant’

“I can’t get pregnant you dufus.” You said hitting him playfully. I’m a little too old for that, thank god.”

“Dufus?? What are you in grade 7?” He laughed as he watched you work your magic in the kitchen. “Fuck is there anything you can’t do?” He said in awe of you. “Good cook, business woman, cool to be with, can ride like it’s Derby, chef’s kiss blow job, like what do you not do?” He said as you put the perfect oozing cheesy delight in front of him. Jack took the first bite and moaned like he was about to cum. “I would’ve loved at least one kid with you.” He said.

“Don’t cum while you’re eating it’s bad manners” you joked, ignoring what he just said about kids as you wished that too but didn’t want him to know.

“Ok mom.” He said ruffling your hair

“Don’t fucking say that.” You said suddenly angry

“Baby WTF?” Jack said quizzically looking confused

“I know I’m old enough to be your mother but please don’t say that.” You said getting up from the table.

“Where the fuck are you going?” He asked

“To go get my cane because I’m so old” you said annoyed.

Jack reached out and grabbed you making you tumble back right onto his lap. “Fix your attitude. I never fucking said you were old.” He explained looking you right in the eyes. “Is it ok if I eat my sandwich in peace?”

You nodded ok and he kissed you on the cheek. “Stop doing that shit.” He said still holding you on his lap and continuing to eat. “You wanna bite?” He asked “holding your masterpiece up to your face.”

“Too many calories.” You said shaking your head.

“Work too much, think your old, won’t eat. Da fuk is up with you?” He said concerned “hmmm? Tell daddy what’s wrong” he said fully embracing you on his lap.

“I am twice your age.” You said matter of factly “I have gained weight, and yes I work too much, but so do you and look where you’re at today.” You said trying to reason with him

“How is the smartest woman I know besides my mom and gramma so dumb sometimes?” He said scrunching up his brow.

“Dumb?” You replied pulling away from him with major attitude in your face

“You heard me” he said taking his finger and poking you in the forehead

“Boy you haven’t known me my whole life, you gon fuck around and find out. I will put your finger up your ass.” You said seriously

Jack knew he had annoyed you and thought it was hot you were threatening him. “Have I ever fucking cared your twice my age?” He asked you with a firm hold on your thigh

“Nooo” you said slowly as you could see he was actually agitated with his firm tone

“Ok. Did I ever tell you to lose weight?” He continued

“Nooo” you said looking down

He tipped your chin up to look at you directly with his blue piercing eyes. “Pick your chin up when you’re with me.” He said encouragingly “You are THE SHIT, you hear me?”

Tears started welling up in your eyes and cascading down your cheeks. “I can’t wait to come into town to see you every chance I get.” He said gently wiping your tears. “It’s the highlight off my life when we’re able to be together like this, so please stop talking shit.”

You knew he was right and rested your head on his shoulder as he finished his tea. When it was just you and Jack he was so close to you. Holding you on his lap, having his leg flung over you on the couch watching TV, spooning you in the bed. It was torture now when he left.

Suddenly his phone rang. “Naw count me out today dog, maybe later. Imma be busy pretty much all day.” He said petting your hair

“See? You’re stuck with me today” he said yawning as he hung up.

You yawned too. “Let’s go watch a movie and chill” you said pulling him to the couch. After taking some time to make a selection you chose an old Hitchcock movie Jack would like. “Ok Jack? You like this one?” You asked him “Jack? Jackman” There was no answer, then he started quietly snoring. “Back to sleep before the movie even starts” you said hitching up under his arm and snuggling into him. His musky cologne hypnotizing you. What a perfect day. You could see it starting to rain outside and you had your head on Jack’s chest, both of you cozy in his hoodies. He was yours for the day. No phones. No laptops.

@jackmans-poison @jackharloww @jackharlowunseen @jacks-daycare @itsyagirljaz @a-moment-captured @angelbae05 @killatravtramp @comehomeimissyou

[doomslayer64]

incorrect quotes

so for some reason a while back I decided to do a incorrect quote generator with Terminator characters and now I want to share some of the ones I saved

Carl: Do we have any orange juice left? Sarah: *pours the remaining juice into their cup* Sarah: Sorry, we’re all out.

Grace: We're having a baby. Carl: Oh, congradu- Dani, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

Carl: Sarah isn’t answering my messages. Dani: Allow me. Carl: I tried 6 times, what makes you thi- Sarah: *replying to message* Hello.

Carl: That’s illegal, right? Sarah: Why do you care? Are you a fucking cop? Carl: No- Sarah: Then shut the fuck up.

Dani: *running towards Carl with open arms* Carl: *moves out of the way* Dani: Hey, why'd you move?! Carl: I thought you were going to attack me. Dani: I was going to hug you! Carl: Why would you hug me? Dani: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Carl: Who hurt you? Dani: *snorting* What, do you want a list? Carl: ...Yes, actually.

Sarah: Where are my fucking keys? Carl: Sarah, Dani is around, can you say it a little nicer? Sarah: May I ascertain the whereabouts of my FUCKING KEYS?!

Carl: What is the one thing I told you not to do? Dani: Burn the house down. Carl: And what did you do? Dani: I made dinner. Carl:... Dani:... Carl:.... Dani: And burnt the house down.

Kyle : What the hell were you thinking? Pops: I heard releasing birds at a wedding is romantic! Kyle : You released OSTRICHES!

Pops: You need to be more careful! Kyle , who was dragged into Pops's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-

Kyle , reading a recipe: Beat three eggs? Pops: It means like in hand-to-hand combat. Kyle : Ohhhh- Sarah : Both of you get out of this kitchen.

Pops: Go to sleep or you'll hate yourself in the morning! Sarah : I'll hate my self in the morning regardless.

Computer: Please enter a password. Sarah : *types in Pops* Computer: Your password is too weak. Sarah : How fucking DARE YOU-

(I will add more later but it's almost 2am and I'm at my wits end)

Edit:

Sarah : Seriously, Pops, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Pops: That’s not important Sarah : I DISAGREE.

John: Uncle bob is a perfect cinnamon scone who’s never done anything wrong in their entire life! Sarah : Never done anything wrong?! They set a city block on FIRE!

John: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Uncle bob: Are you okay? Sarah : Did you actually just ask them that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Sarah : Uncle bob, if you don't shut up I'm going to throw myself out of the car. *click* Sarah : DID YOU JUST TURN THE FUCKING CHILDRENS' LOCK ON?!

Rev-9: Oh no! I’m doomed! Grace: Seriously? All you have to do is not insult Carl at their own memorial service. Rev-9: Exactly! It’s impossible!

Uncle bob: I am going to need you to swear- John : Fuck. Uncle bob:... Uncle bob: ...swear as in promise.

John : What? I'm not aggressive! Uncle bob: Last Tuesday, you wacked me with a pair of crocs and stole my chocolate chips? John : Survival of the fittest, bitch.

John : The results are in, I’m afraid you have updog… Uncle bob: What’s updog? John : Sarah! Get in here, I told you I could do it

Uncle bob: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! John : At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Uncle bob: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? John : Somehow that's worse.

Sarah: John , I know you love Uncle bob. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Sarah: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

Uncle bob: Last night I found out John is a sleep talker. Sarah: Oh, really? Uncle bob: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.

John : If I were a drink, I'd be Cherry Vanilla Coke. If you were a drink, what would you be? Uncle bob: Bleach. Sarah: Sewage. John : ...Please calm down, edgelords.

Sarah: If a demon possessed me, I’d just be like, “Okay, take it from here, good luck man.”

Sarah: Why would you give a knife to John ?! Uncle bob, shrugging: John felt unsafe. Sarah: Now I feel unsafe! Uncle bob: I’m sorry… Uncle bob: Would you like a knife?

John : Who the fuck- Uncle bob: Language! John : Whom the fuck- Uncle bob: No.

John : Sometimes I drink milk straight from the container. Uncle bob: The cow?? John : What? Sarah: Uncle bob, W H Y?

Sarah, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

[h0nkch0c0late]

A Thief in London

Prologue

Intro, prologue, chapter 1,

I had only just moved to London a month ago.

And yes, usually by this time, normal people would have gotten used to the London life. But me? it'll take me years for that.

Oh, right. I should introduce myself.

My name is Y/n Wilson. I'm 20 years old and trying to become a writer. That's why I took the scholarship here. Yes, I didn't NEED the education for it, but I thought it would help.

Turns out, it was just anxiety inducing.

Fun, right?

I should mention I do have a job, and it makes steady money, and I learned how euros work and everything, but MAN, does it stress me out.

Anyway, to ease my stress, and up my caffeine intake, I usually go to this small Cafe in between my college and my flat. The cafe The Red Rose Cafe, it's really nice.

I usually sit at one of the booths near the windows, closer to the middle. I tend to be a people watcher when I'm in public because it distracts me from my terrible, horrible, no-good writers block. That or I just stare into space and forget where I am.

The waiters are nice, and usually provide you with a newspaper, just in case you're a newspaper type of person. So, of course I took one every time because I am in fact a newspaper person. Why? I usually rely on it to give me motivation to write. Never does, but one can hope.

Currently, I am sitting in my booth, staring down at the piece of paper in front me, mechanical pencil in hand. Now, you're probably wondering, "Why aren't you using a computer? It's easier AND with the times" and my only response to that: i like to keep it classy.

...and I'm not the smartest fish in the sea, but that's besides the point.

As I mentioned, I have a SERIOUS case of writers block. So bad, in fact, that I know the newspaper I discarded on the table won't be of help.

Annoyed with myself, I took a deep breath, letting the different scents that littered the cafe wash through my senses.

The smell of freshly baked goods were the first thing I noticed, specifically that of bread.

Then came the scent of the coffee that I had disregarded, the drink beginning to get cold.

Although I had absolutely destroyed its natural order by putting way too much creamer and sugar inside of it, it still smelled of its natural bitterness.

I closed my eyes, now attempting to at least IMAGINE a scenario that I could turn into a full-fleshed novel.

The sounds of dishes clattering from waitresses cleaning up customers messes, to pots banging against each other in the kitchen echoed throughout the silence that appeared every once in a while between other customers' conversations.

I smiled to myself. It was nice being able to separate each noise, trying to connect each sound to its respective source.

And then, the bell above the door rang, a gust of wind blowing through, causing my skin to have small goosebumps as someone entered.

I kept my eyes closed, expecting the person that had entered to order something.

But they never did. Instead, their footsteps approached my booth, and I heard them slide into the seat opposite of me.

I ignored them, hoping that they would get the hint to leave me alone. They didn't, to my misfortune. I felt their eyes burning holes into me, and I sighed.

"You know if you wanted me to leave, you could just ask." A man's voice said with a chuckle. His British accent left shivers down my spine.

...don't judge me, I have a hot spot for accents.

I slowly opened one eye, wanting to give a face to the culprit of the disturbance. Just my luck, he had to be one of the most attractive men I've ever seen. And not in my "daddy issues" kind of attractive.

I pursed my lips, "That takes too much work, and usually the "sleeping" trick usually wards strangers off, so..."

The stranger grinned, "Well, it didn't work on me, but if you asked... maybe I wouldn't be so imposed on going to another table."

My eyebrows raised, "And you expect me to believe that...why?"

The stranger shrugged, "Because maybe I would."

I nodded, "Okay. Then please move to another table."

His grin immediately dropped, as if he wasn't expecting me to actually ask him to move. Then, he leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. "No, I don't think I will."

I rolled my eyes, "I can already tell you're absolutely miserable to be around."

The boy chuckles, "Yeah, I'm more of what people call a, "hate to be around you, love to see you go" kind of guy."

I scoff, "of course you are." I mumble, my eyes darting back to my blank piece of paper.

"What's that?" The boy asks, tilting his head.

"My novel." I state, eyeing it with hatred.

"Well, it's, uh, very...empty. for a novel." He points out.

"That's because I have no clue what to write about." I groan, leaning over and lying my head on the table in frustration.

"Write about me then."

I could hear the snarkiness in his voice. It was quite annoying.

I lift my head up from the table, "I don't even know your name."

"Let's change that then," he suggests, sticking his hand towards me, "Oliver Martin."

I hesitate before reaching to his hand and shaking it, "nice...to meet you?"

Oh boy, this is going to be interesting.

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WARNING: The rest of this story will be written in third person to give you the idea that Y/n Wilson is the one writing her...or your story, not me.

[casperisdead]

Last Night

Every night, I contemplate my two options: smoking and getting too high that I pass out watching the yellow men dance across my computer screen, eventually giving me eye strain and brain damage, or staying up endlessly scrolling on TikTok until my eyes eventually drift away to a different world with some new popular song playing within the background of the castle in the sky. But, this past night was the night I used to experience every night growing up, but rarely experience now. A night of excitement, of peace knowing that time doesn't matter, a night where I stay up and write or decide on a new project, or completely redecorate my room into a new aesthetic that matches the new personality I will have until the next time I have this type of night. Anxiety boils through my blood as my brain is taken in this euphoric feeling and my body is so stiff yet flowing and following its own beat that nobody quite understands but they do their best. They call me bipolar, knowing that this could be a manic episode. They tell me I'm getting better as these nights slowly disappear, but they do not know the true pain and peace I feel on these nights or how these nights cause a true change within my DNA and it is not just a personality disorder. 

This past night I tried letting the smoke take my lungs away, but they persisted. I tried allowing my eyes to drift off to TikTok, but they would not take me to that beautiful world beneath the layers of brain matter. Instead, I lay awake, contemplating my past relationships.

I know that I was a bully, I just assumed that part of me disappeared. Yet, considering the past few weeks, it seems to be something I am innately born with. I ponder with the feelings of grief- for I am grieving in so many ways. Grieving people who are still alive yet could never look my way, grieving people who are knocking on death's door, grieving people who have been sat at death's table, grieving people who would do anything to sit at that damn table that I have tried so hard to avoid, yet, I can't help but accept that nobody will grieve me.

Sure, I would grieve myself, for I know everything about me. I see the passion in my eyes when I perform, tell stories, or share parts of the world to new eyes. I see the compassion when I hand a child a new sticker for helping their friend when I play with my dog with such unconditional love that I know nobody could ever have for me when I befriend a new person and allow them to rant and hold space for them when I know they would never do the same for me. But, I know nobody else sees these things.

No, I am seen as someone who is accomplished. Someone who is too good for connection. Someone who is so cool they must have so many friends. Someone who would give their last dime as it would create a smile. So, I allow myself to be used and abused because if that is how someone else shows their love, I will accept it because I know no other type of love.

I hated being the victim, so I became the bully. Now, I hate being the bully, so I became the victim again. When your brain is in black and white, how do you find the grey area? When you don't know who you are, how do you better yourself? When you are grieving so much, how do you ever heal?

This is not the end of my story, but I have no clue what the ending will look like. I imagine a home with kids running around, tea brewing in the kitchen, the smell of lavender filling the room as I pull the fresh bread from the oven, and I look outside and I still feel like there is more, for no matter how much I try to do, no matter how much I long for connection, I know I will never feel fulfilled or satisfied so I simply breathe and for some reason, part of me knows that's enough.