#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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[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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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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[narcissisticmf]

don't fret | matt sturniolo x fem!reader

request: ""go away." "that's the last thing you need from me right now." matt sturniolo plss🫶🏼🫶🏼" from anonymous

description: when y/n is feeling overwhelmed, matt decides the best thing she needs is comfort.. and sleep.

trigger warnings: mentions of anxiety, angst, etc. read at your own risk.

word count: <1k

Your fingers danced across the keyboard of your laptop as you felt your eyes growing weary. They struggled to stay open. Shifting your gaze up, you glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:54 AM. You released a gently sigh from your parted chapped lips and returned your attention to the silver screen.

Despite being on winter break, there was still a lot of work you had to do for some of your classes and other personal things you needed to get done. You'd been staying at the Sturniolo's house in Los Angeles for a little while, to visit Matt while you'd been on break. But it didn't exactly feel like you'd gotten much of a break.

"Y/N/N?" Matt appeared into the kitchen, where you sat at the table. He looked tired and his voice was groggy. The light over the table was on, while the rest of the house was dark.

"Sorry, was I too loud?" You cringed your teeth and stopped typing for a moment as your weary gaze was on Matt.

"No, I was just thirsty, why're you up?" He asked as he led himself to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. It wasn't long before he shut it and with the plastic bottle in hand, he made his way to the table and sat beside you.

"I just have a lot going on that I need to take care of," You whispered, not wanting to wake Nick or Chris.

"Did you take a break at all?" Matt asked.

"No, there's no time for a break, I have to get this stuff done," You replied before returning your gaze to the computer and typed away again.

"Y/N," Matt started, but you ignored him and focused on the words you were typing into the document. However, those words would later be read as gibberish since your brain was completely fried, you could almost smell the burnt gears within your head.

"Hey," He poked your side, but you didn't budge. "Sweetheart, come on, you should really take a break. Too much work in one sitting isn't healthy."

"No, I need to do this," You replied, the exhaustion was evident in your placid tone.

"No, you don't," Matt stated and gripped your laptop, sliding it away from you on the table.

"Come on, Matt, I'm not kidding, give it back," You looked at him with annoyance.

"No," He shook his head.

You grumbled, "Why won't you just go away?"

"That's the last thing you need from me right now," Matt replied and gently closed the laptop. You watched his movements and sighed, too exhausted to fight him.

"Go to bed," He spoke quietly.

"Okay, but tomorrow, I'm getting right back on it whether you like it or not," You said with a subtle raspiness coming through.

"Yeah, whatever, just get some sleep," Matt smiled. You returned the gesture, sleepily. He took the laptop off the table and stood up from his chair. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. "Love you," He muttered.

"I love you too," You replied with a sleepily grin.

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a/n: hi cuties!! thank you so much for this request and for taking part in my event! i still can't believe i hit 1k 🥹 i love you guys so much and i hope this piece was good and was what you were hoping for! be safe, my dears and happy new year! <3 — angelina.

[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.

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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!)

[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.

[psychologicalwarclaire]

This BEAUTIFUL art reached into my rib cage and squeezed my heart to the point where I felt the need to write a Oneshot about it. Never done this before, so strap in.

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Mikey had always considered himself better at emotions than his brothers were. He knew when Raph was hiding his stress or when Leo was having trouble sleeping or when Donnie was annoyed with everyone. Thanks to Mikey's inherent ability to sense and diffuse them before they even broke out, bad arguments were uncommon.

At least, they used to be.

Ever since they had defeated Shredder, it was rare that the Hamato household go a week without some sort of shouting match between certain older brothers. Mikey deduced that between moving to a new lair, the sudden change in leadership, and residual trauma from facing Shredder, turbulent emotions were expected. But not like this. Never before had arguments ricocheted off the walls to dig into Mikey's empathetic heart like this.

It had been three whole months of on and off yelling. He thought it would get better. It had not gotten better.

They'd been out of eggs that morning, so Mikey settled for cereal instead of making something for his brothers. He, Leo, and Raph sat at the table in a kitchen that still felt strange to them, munching on their Honey Bunches of Oats with nothing more than idle chit chat.

Mikey zoned out for a moment, staring at the maze on the back of the box. It was simple, but he enjoyed them. The next thing he knew, he realized Raph was talking to Leo about responsibilities again.

Oh no oh no it's not even ten am yet Mikey thought desperately. He could feel the air shift; the dark clouds of an argument closing in.

"Hey, uh, who wants to go grocery shopping with me later today?" he asked. Subject changes, those used to work!

Key word 'used to', because Raph said, "See Leo, that's what I mean, you've even got to be aware of the little things like groceries!"

"But dear Raphael," Leo answered sweetly in a way that made Mikey cringe, "may I just say that that is stupid!"

Mikey tried to block it out. He hated arguments. Yelling would start soon, he was certain of it.

"--responsibilities now, Leo! You've gotta have plans for things that don't involve fighting. Ya know, like groceries, like Mikey said."

"Well maybe I was GONNA get groceries anyway, but since you keep PESTERING me about it--"

"Raph isn't PESTERING you!"

Mikey swirled his cereal with his spoon, appetite gone. His stomach squeezed. This was going to be a bad one. He thought of popping up, pleading with them to stop. But deep down he knew that would only make things worse.

"You're ALWAYS nagging us! Can you give it a rest? I know what in doing."

"Uh huh, sure."

Leo slammed his hands on the table with a bang. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Mikey screeched his chair back and bolted out of the kitchen. As he ran, he could hear Raph say something like, "Now look what you've done!"

Mikey didn't stop sprinting away from the growing volume of the argument until he found himself surrounded by dim purple lighting and the faint whirring of machines.

Donnie's lab.

It wasn't yet as crowded as the old one. It stung, knowing that Donnie had lost his entire life's work and now had to completely start over. It was too empty, too empty, now Mikey wanted to cry even more.

Donatello himself was sitting at a computer, typing endless lines of code. His head bopped slightly to the beat of his headphones. He swiveled on his stool when he sensed Mikey. "Ah, Angelo! Would you be so kind as to bring me another cup of--" he broke off, his 'oh shoot, emotions' expression flashing across is features. "Uhh what's wrong?"

Mikey jerked a thumb over his shoulder, shaking his head. He could still hear them. His breath hitched.

Donnie's raised eyebrow quickly lowered into a scowl upon removing his headphones. "Back at it? Annoyed sigh, it's still far too early for this type of behavior."

"It's almost ten, Dee," Mikey mumbled.

"Precisely. They are going to ruin the rest of our day."

Mikey's lip trembled. He knew that. They'd already ruined his. The whole lair was going to feel dark and sticky because of this.

Donnie stood up, then gently pulled Mikey towards a clear worktable. Mikey plopped down with his shell facing the door. It has escalated to bellowing. He couldn't stop the distressed chirp that left his mouth.

"I've got you, Mikey," Donnie murmured, rubbing his shell the way he knew calmed Mikey down. "Here." Dee slipped his headphones off and carefully placed them over his little brother's head.

The argument was blissfully blocked out. No more raging Raph or loud Leo. All Mikey could hear was "Weird Science" by Oingo Boingo.

Burying his head in his arms he mumbled, "Thanks Dee."

"No probbles," Donnie replied distractedly. Mikey caught sight of him typing soundproof lab into his long to-do list, before we went back to rubbing Mikey's shell.

"Those dumb dumbs better not do this forever," he growled, glaring over his shoulder. Catching sight of Mikey watching him, he cleared his throat. "Because it's distracting, of course, he said truthfully."

Mikey mustered up a weak smile. "You do care."

"Preposterous," Donnie said, even as he resumed his rubbing of Mikey's shell.

They stayed like that for a while, Mikey letting the sounds of "Science is Real" by They Might be Giants wash over him instead of the raised voices.

"Donnie?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For- for this." Why was Mikey suddenly unable to express himself? He felt unstable. Like the cracks in his family had shattered his ability to deal with any emotions at all.

But then Donnie patted him on the head. "Anytime, Angelo." He hesitated. "I know I don't normally let anyone in my lab but... when they get loud, you are free to crash in here. If you wish." Donnie was trying, Mikey knew that.

Now Mikey smiled. "I'd like that."

At least he had Donnie. And for right now, that was enough.

Donnie didn't get to soundproof his new lab yet.

[teyumbar]

About a Good Boy

We drive up to the simple wooden two storey sitting by a brook halfway up the hill. The servants rush to unpack our luggage; she makes no move to leave the car. I start the engine and drive out into the field slowly, peering at her through the rear view mirror. 3 kilometers in, she unravels the leash expertly wrapped around the strap of her purse. My cue to park on the edge of the clearing we just happened on. I get the door for her then turn, tugging down my shirt collar and bending to her height. Her perfume fills my nose as she fastens the leash to the black leather collar around my neck. I close my eyes and my mind. When they reopen, I am no longer in control. I drown in color, and smells, and curiosity... I leave my cares and safety to her. Till sundown, we play all kinds of games. Running, catching, rolling in the grass... She calls me a good boy. It makes me so glad that she feels that way about me. I believe her the way she says it. I am a good boy...

We drive back to the cabin where it is all quiet; the servants retreated to the city once they had unpacked and readied the rooms. I get the key from the fake rock and we head inside.

For three nights, and four days, she lets me take care of her. I clean the cabin, wash her clothes, cook her meals.

She's sitting naked on the edge of the couch as she types and stairs out through the balcony archway. Her tummy swollen from cleaning out a plate of beans and plantain I set before her an hour ago.

Soon, she will sleep. I set my book down to go freshen the bed. On my way back, I bring a pot of jasmine tea, which I set on a coffee table at her elbow. She sets her computer aside, throws on her pink robe, then stalks off to the bedroom. Ignoring my offering. I wince. Acknowledging... too far, too eager... I must rein it in. I didn't best three other only to lose to myself.

I take my place by the wall and look through the holes cut in the eyes of the painting I found... this mistress had a sense of humor and anticipation. She slept with luxurious hair encased in the silk I presented her, hands shaking, on The Morning of First Impressions. I let the warmth flame of delight course through my body, knowing she fashioned the bonnet herself.

I saw her needlework on a painting in a badly lit comedy pub. Later, I recognized I was drawn to her work with knots on the front sign of the funeral home. I didn't then know they were hers and yet, both filled me with a yearning to know. And the more I knew, the clearer my intentions became to myself. When I told her what they were, reading her face through hooded eyes, cringing at the sound of my own voice. I was relieved to find in her eyes a fascination mixed with a touch of amusement.

I went to the kitchen to make some kenkey. The mix was ready to be wrapped in corn husk. I day-dreamed about tomorrow morning, When she'd wake up to a bubble bath and a nice bowl of sativa. I'd have laid out. Whenever she felt hungry, be it after an hour or half the day, she'd traipse into in the kitchen, and I'd offer a plate of kenkey, shito, fried freshly caught cod and tuna with a salad of spicy ground chili. After that, a she'd drink a double expresso with a cookie.

We'd a walk through the fields later. Up to the clearing where we played only a couple days ago. We'll picnic on wine and cheese, or she'd swing in the hammock, reading a book while I stalked off collecting brambles for a fire to roast corn we we'd eat with butter and dry coconut.

It would be such a beautiful end to these pleasant days. I sighed, knowing that none of my preparation would matter if she woke up in a foul mood. I had to take care today that she might be positively disposed tomorrow.

Ice pressed against my nipple soaks my shirt. She wraps one arm around me from behind then bites my back. I sigh... this kenkey will overferment and be ruined... but how can I say no to such a clear summon? My hesitance is rewarded with a smack across the face. I grow hard in seconds. I look up, and she is walking away.. I pulled her back, and helped her up the counter. She spread her legs and raised her knees... I reached for both breasts...

[blue-opossum]

The Usual Height Navigation (Danielle Brisebois), Sudoku

        The Usual Height Navigation (Danielle Brisebois), Sudoku

        Monday night, 25 September 2023

        Height Navigation:

        In this vivid dream, the usual leg and arm mobility themes (secondary staging, moving from residual to a more stable REM atonia status) mix with height navigation (in this case, usage of both feet and hands to visualize climbing a ladder) because of my natural but ambiguous vestibular response to REM atonia dynamics, as I have previously revealed and explained in several thousand online dream journal entries. It is a predominant type of dream narrative, occurring a few times every sleep cycle because of my physiological responses to sleep (and wholly irrelevant to real life).

        The usual Naiad Factor (female protoconsciousness and water as the primary induction factor of sleeping and dreaming since childhood) is partly engaged here because it first suggests a girl climbing a ladder to reach a diving board (though she is in informal clothes, including blue jeans, not a swimsuit). However, the literal reference here is to the dream state itself in the outcome.

        I watch Danielle Brisebois climbing a ladder suspended in the air at night in an unknown outdoor location. The view is from behind, and even though she is already high in the sky, I am at the same slowly ascending level regarding my viewpoint (the usual in this mode), following her progress. I float (as usual) with no anticipation of falling (because REM atonia is complete).

        I enter the setting after she reaches a wooden platform (no walls), about half the area of our kitchen, suspended in the air. An unfamiliar Caucasian woman in formal clothes is sitting near a low-set table on the other side of the platform. She is not attentive to me but informs Danielle that she is here because she is "selling subscriptions to dreams."

        Sudoku:

        I am experiencing proto-cognizant staging, and this mode results in an undefined setting, though my vivid but illusory somatosensory response to REM atonia engages after a short time.

        I am involved in solving a Sudoku puzzle, but instead of writing numbers, I am "sliding" numbers (from the bottom of the page) over the paper into the Sudoku puzzle with my right index finger. My dreaming mind is confusing moving my finger on paper as having the same effect as on a touchscreen, so this could fit into the usual "paper technology fallacy" as a regular attribute of my dreams.

        Each time I “slide” a printed (but somehow movable) number into its correct location, the number briefly has animated concentric lines around it as its square briefly flashes.

        My sense of touch increases as I slide the number 5 into its correct position (in the middle, near the top) to finish solving the puzzle. However, instead of the number becoming more "present," I lose some of my somatosensory focus, and the number randomly moves down and "under" the implied puzzle layer. At this point, I am too aware of the essence of the dream state to have control (the opposite of what lucid dreaming propaganda pretends).

        Dreams in this mode are as unlike reality as possible (and as wrong as possible) to prevent real-life associations. For example, in real life, I use a pen to solve Sudoku puzzles in a puzzle book and only a computer keyboard to solve them on the Sudoku website. This wonderful illusory experience has me confusing paper with a touchscreen, so mindlessly absurd that it is a reason I appreciate dreams so much. (By the way, the number 5 is a reference to how many fingers I have on one hand, kind of a no-brainer, hey.)

[chobit92]

Supernatural: Castiel/Anya

Castiel comes back from the dead...Again

 (Sam and Dean walk into the bunkers library. They have just gotten back from a hunt. Jack is sat at the table typing away at a laptop.).

Jack: How’d it go?

Dean: Well...

Sam: Jack um...

Jack: What’s wrong?

(Castiel walks in behind them and Jack stares at him.).

Castiel: Hello Jack.

Jack: Castiel?

Castiel: Yeah, it’s me.

Jack: No. We burned your body, and what’s burned stays dead. How...

Dean: Well, that’s the question we’ve been asking.

Sam: Jack did you uh...Did you bring Cass back?

Jack: I don’t know. I wanted him back. I...Begged for him to come back. But...

Dean: Well here he is.

Jack: Because of me?

Sam: We don’t know. We don’t know Jack. But we...we think maybe.

Castiel: Thank you Jack.

(Jack walks over to Castiel and hugs him.).

Jack: I missed you so much.

Castiel: Sam and Dean tell me you’re doing well.

Jack: I am. Watch this.

(Jack walks over to the table and levitates a pencil for a few seconds. He chuckles.).

Sam: Wow.

Jack: I can move the pencil. And I found a case. Hunters case.

Dean: What kind of a-

Jack: Zombies. I know what zombies are now. You see?

(He is back at the computer and Dean steps forwards to look.).

Dean: Wait. Where’d you learn to do that?

Jack: By watching you and Sam. Three days ago a vintage pocket watch with a personal inscription was sold at a pawn shop. But when they went to authenticate it they found out that it had been buried with its owner twenty years ago. And when they checked the grave it was empty. Which means...The dead are rising in Dodge City Kansas.

(Dean tries to hide a smile.).

Sam: Right. Or maybe it’s a grave robbery.

Jack: Oh.

Dean: Yeah but we should probably check it out.

Castiel: Wait really?

Dean: Yeah. We’ve done more on less. Besides Dodge City’s kind of uh kind of awesome. All right two salty hunters, one half angel kid and a dude who just came back from the dead. Again. Team Free Will 2.0 here we go.

Castiel: Right.

(Castiel looks around.).

Castiel: Is Anya here? How’s Emily been doing?

Sam: Emily’s fine. Anya didn’t tell her that you’d died.

Dean: Which is a good thing. Seeing as how you’re back from the dead again.

Sam: Yeah that would have been confusing.

Dean: Um. She’s been missing her dad though.

Castiel: I better go and see them before we leave.

Dean: They’re not here.

Castiel: Oh.

Dean: She’s gone to Kim’s. Been there for a few days. Think she needed to get out of here for a while. She hasn’t been doing too well since you...

Castiel: Oh. I should probably get over there.

Sam: You probably should.

Dean: We’ll drop you off on our way.

Castiel: Thank you.

 (Dean pulls up outside Kim’s place.).

Castiel: Wait for me here. I won’t be long.

Dean: What?

Castiel: The case in Dodge City. I’m coming with you.

Dean: Look Cass we can handle it. You should spend some time with your daughter.

Castiel: You may need my help.

Sam: Your daughter needs you. She hasn’t seen you for ages.

Castiel: I know.

Jack: You should stay.

Castiel: Jack.

Jack: No. Anya was devastated when you died. She’s been struggling and she told me that you’re never there for Emily. You should spend some time with them. We’ll be fine.

(Castiel seems to struggle with himself for a moment. Dean sighs.).

Dean: We’ll wait for you.

Castiel: Thank you.

(Castiel gets out of the car and walks up to the front door. Dean sighs.).

Dean: He should be staying with them not coming with us on a hunt. He’s only just got back.

Sam: Yeah. But you know Cass. He tries to be there for all of us.

Dean: Yeah well we don’t need him right now.

 (Anya is sat at Kim’s kitchen table with a glass of wine. Emily is playing in the lounge with Kim’s two children Pearl and Micah. Someone knocks on the front door then a few minutes later she hears Kim’s heels coming down the hall.).

Kim: Anya!

Anya: What’s wrong?

(Anya stands up as Kim enters the kitchen. Anya gasps and stands frozen as Castiel walks in behind her.).

Kim: Look who’s here.

Castiel: Hello Anya.

Anya: Cass...

(Tears fill her eyes.).

Anya: It can’t be you.

Castiel: It is.

Kim: I did check to see if he was a demon or shifter. You know a girl can’t be too careful.

Castiel: It’s really me.

Anya: I know. But...How?

Castiel: We think Jack bought me back.

Anya: Jack? How?

Castiel: We don’t know.

Anya: I...I’ve missed you so much.

(She flies into his arms and clings to him tightly.).

Anya: I can’t believe you’re back. Where were you?

Castiel: In the empty.

Anya: Empty? And Jack got you out?

Castiel: Maybe. All I know is that I annoyed an ancient cosmic being so much that it kicked me out. Sent me back here.

(Anya finds herself laughing.).

Anya: Trust you.

(She kisses his cheeks then his lips before burying her head in his shoulder again.).

Anya: Don’t you ever leave us again. Emily has been so upset. It’s been a bugger to get her to go to bed.

Castiel: I’m sorry.

Anya: I’m so glad you’re back.

(She grabs a fistful of his hair and clings to him as she starts to sob.).

Castiel: It’s okay.

Anya: No. It isn’t.

Kim: It’s good to have you back Cass. I’ve missed seeing you around here.

Castiel: It’s good to be back.

(Anya pulls away from him.).

Anya: Emily will be so happy to see you. This is gonna make her day.

(She smiles. He smiles back.).

Castiel: I’ll just go and see her before I leave.

Anya: Leave?

Kim: You don’t have to go.

Castiel: Sam, Dean and Jack are waiting outside in the car. We have a case in Dodge City.

Anya: How can you do this? Just come in here say hey I’m back then leave again?

Castiel: I just want to help Sam and Dean. And I haven’t had the chance to properly meet Jack yet.

Anya: We’ve just got you back. Now you’re leaving again.

Castiel: I know. I’m sorry.

(Emily comes in and gasps.).

Emily: Daddy!

(She races over and throws herself at Castiel’s legs. He laughs and bends down to pick her up. Emily hits him.).

Castiel: Ow. What was that for?

Emily: For leaving us! Silly!

Castiel: I’m sorry. I was very busy. I had some important things to do.

Emily: More important than me and mommy?

(Anya raises her eyebrows. Kim laughs.).

Kim: Damn she’s turning into a sassy little thing.

Anya: Oh yes.

Castiel: I’m back now.

Emily: Can we play Lego?

Castiel: Well...Maybe later.

Emily: You’re going again aren’t you?

Castiel: Yes. I’m sorry.

Emily: No!

(Emily looks sad. Then she starts to cry.).

Castiel: Oh no. Don’t cry. I just need to go out with Sam, Dean and Jack. I’ll be back soon.

Emily: Why can’t you stay here?

Castiel: Because I need to help them. I’ve missed them too.

Anya: He can play Lego with you when he gets back. Then we can watch a movie and eat sweets.

Emily: Yeah!

(Castiel smiles. Emily hugs him.).

Emily: I love you daddy.

Castiel: I love you too.

(He puts her down and turns to Anya.).

Castiel: I’ll be back as soon as I can.

Anya: You better be. Then you are gonna sit with us and watch her favourite movies. And play Lego.

Castiel: Yes.

Anya: You stay safe.

Castiel: I will.

(He turns and goes to leave the room.).

Emily: Daddy. You haven’t given mommy a kiss.

Castiel: Oh.

(Kim laughs.).

Anya: Why don’t you go and play with your Lego. We’ll see daddy soon okay?

(Anya still has tears in her eyes.).

Emily: Kiss!

(Castiel lets out a small laugh then walks back over to Anya. She stares at him. He then leans down and kisses her. She wraps her arms around him and kisses him back.).

Emily: Now me.

(Kim laughs. Castiel turns and smiles at Emily.).

Castiel: Your turn?

Emily: Yes.

(Castiel leans down and kisses Emily on the cheek.).

Emily: Bye daddy.

Castiel: I’ll see you soon.

(Anya walks Castiel to the front door.).

Anya: You come back. You hear me?

Castiel: I will. I promise.

Anya: I love you.

Castiel: I know. I love you too. All of you.

(He smiles then opens the door and walks down the steps. Anya sees Sam, Dean and Jack waiting in the car and she waves. Castiel turns and smiles at her before he gets into the car and Dean drives off. Anya sighs and goes back inside. Emily is standing there looking at her.).

Anya: He’ll be back soon.

Emily: I know.

(Emily goes back into the lounge and sits back down with Pearl and Micah. Anya goes back to the kitchen. Kim is sat at the table.).

Kim: How you doing?

Anya: Great. I finally get him back. Emily finally sees her dad again then he’s gone.

Kim: I know. He’s an ass sometimes. But he’s our ass. And I know he cares about you. He cares about all of us.

Anya: I know. I just wish...Emily is always in that bunker. She’s always having her dad come and go. I...

Kim: She’s okay Anya. She takes it in her stride.

Anya: Does she? It upsets her.

Kim: Hey. I didn’t have my dad around growing up. Look at me. I’m okay.

Anya: Um.

Kim: I can’t believe he kissed you.

(Anya laughs.).

Anya: I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

Kim: To be kissed? Damn girl. You need to get out more.

(Anya laughs.).

Anya: Shut up. He only did it to make Emily happy. It doesn’t mean he...

(Anya takes a sip of her wine.).

Kim: Well he just doesn’t know what he’s missing. Anyway it’s Emily that’s important. It doesn’t matter if the two of you are seeing each other or not. You’re both great parents.

(Anya smiles.).

Anya: Thanks. I’m just glad he’s back. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

Kim: I’ve seen what you’d do without him.

Anya: Have I been that bad?

Kim: I know you’ve been struggling to cope. But you’ve hid it well.

Anya: I had to. For Emily.

Kim: I know. Well he’s back now and as soon as he’s done with this hunt he’ll be back and having movie nights with you again.

Anya: We haven’t done that for ages.

Kim: Am I invited?

Anya: What?

(Kim laughs.).

Kim: Kidding.

Anya: You can come over if you like. You’re always welcome at the bunker.

Kim: I know.

(They smile then get up and go to the lounge.).

Emily: Look mommy I drew me, you and daddy.

(Emily shows her a crayon drawing. Anya smiles and takes it.).

Anya: That’s really good.

Kim: That’s definitely going on the fridge.

(Anya smiles.).