#and the whole procedure confuses me

[skitskatdacat63]

He's so real

"Good points. Um first- I would say podium but I don't really know what this is - so first top 3 in a, um, sort of race?

[musical-chick-13]

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[latenightreadingpdf]

Knock on the Door - Spencer Reid

₊‧⁺˖⋆ Masterlist ⋆˖⁺‧₊

Summary: In the midst of an intense investigation, Spencer and Derek bring you into protective custody after a disturbing discovery links you to their case. As you navigate the unexpected situation, Spencer’s calm presence offers reassurance, sparking an unexpected connection amid the chaos.

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The quiet street was a far cry from the usual high-stakes BAU scene, but the tension in the air made Spencer’s skin prickle with unease. He glanced at Derek, who was already preparing to knock on another door, exuding his usual calm confidence.

"This one could be a lead," Derek muttered, showing a slight glint of hope in his eyes as he raised his hand to knock. The case had been dragging on, and frustration was growing with each unanswered question.

When the door opened, Spencer noted the faint hint of confusion in your expression. Derek immediately flashed his badge, his tone respectful but firm. "Ma’am, I'm Agent Derek Morgan. This is my colleague, Dr. Spencer Reid. We’re with the FBI."

Your eyes darted between the two of them, registering the serious expressions they wore. "The FBI? What's going on?"

"Have you had any strangers come to your door recently trying to sell you something?"

A flicker of recognition passed over your face, and Spencer leaned in, catching the shift. "Actually, yes,” you said, brows furrowing. “A guy came by yesterday… He gave me his card.”

Spencer and Derek shared a look. "Do you still have that card?" Spencer asked, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice.

"Yeah, I think so. Let me grab it." You turned back into the house, leaving the door partially open, and returned a moment later with a card in hand. As Derek took it from you, he confirmed with a nod that it matched the cards left at the other crime scenes.

You looked between them, anxiety creeping into your voice. "What is going on? Who is this guy?"

Spencer’s voice softened, his gaze meeting yours directly. "We believe he's a dangerous criminal who may be responsible for several recent homicides. His method involves gaining entry to homes under false pretenses."

Your face paled as the weight of his words sank in. Derek placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "We need to take you back to the station to make sure you’re safe. There are some steps we’d like to take to ensure you’re protected while we gather more information."

"Safe? Is he going to try and kill me?"

Derek’s expression turned serious. "We have reason to believe he might try to come back, and it’s important we get ahead of him."

A sense of dread settled over you as you let their words sink in. You followed them to the car, feeling your stomach twist with a mix of fear and disbelief. As you settled into the backseat, Spencer turned to give you a reassuring nod.

“Just so you know,” he began, his tone gentle, “we’ll have officers posted near your home to ensure he doesn’t have the chance to get in. We’re taking every precaution.”

“Thanks,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just… a lot.”

“Understandable,” Spencer said, glancing at you with a sympathetic look. “We’ll also have you meet with a sketch artist and undergo a cognitive interview. It’s standard procedure, and it might help us learn more about him.”

You looked out the window, processing the reality of the situation. The quiet chatter between Derek and Spencer drifted over you as they discussed possible motives, patterns, and theories. But for now, you were too lost in your own thoughts to make out their words.

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When you arrived at the station, Spencer took a moment to walk you through the cognitive interview process. "It’s designed to help you remember specific details," he explained, his voice calm and assuring. "It might feel intense, but I’ll be with you the whole time."

You nodded, glancing around the bustling police station, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and adrenaline. "Okay, so… I just answer questions, and you’ll be able to get a clearer picture of this guy?"

Spencer gave you a small smile. "Pretty much. Think of it as helping us paint a portrait. Every detail, no matter how small, could be useful."

The interview went smoothly; Spencer’s presence was patient and encouraging, never making you feel pressured to remember something you couldn’t. Afterward, he led you to a small break room, offering you a seat at a worn table with a coffee machine humming nearby.

A few minutes later, Spencer returned with two steaming cups, handing one to you. "Here," he said, "it's not gourmet, but it’ll keep us awake."

You took it gratefully, feeling a sense of normalcy settle in. "Thanks, Spencer." You sipped the coffee, savoring the warmth. "I didn’t expect to spend my afternoon in an FBI station, but… it’s definitely more interesting than my usual routine."

Spencer chuckled, seeming surprised by your laid-back attitude. "Most people aren’t as calm in situations like this."

You shrugged, feeling the weight of the situation but refusing to let it get the best of you. "I don’t know. I figure, if I’m in good hands, there’s no point in freaking out."

As you chatted, Spencer filled you in on some of the behavioral profiling techniques they used, giving you a peek into the mind of the BAU. His eyes lit up as he explained the ways they’d been analyzing the unsub’s behavior to find any possible patterns, and you found yourself genuinely interested, asking questions and absorbing his answers.

"Do you ever wonder why people do these things?" you asked thoughtfully, watching him as he considered your question.

"All the time," Spencer replied, his voice softening as he looked down at his coffee. "But there’s rarely a straightforward answer. The best we can do is study the behaviors and try to make sense of them. Hopefully, it helps us stop them."

A sense of respect grew in you as he spoke, and you found yourself admiring the dedication he had for his work. "That sounds exhausting. Important, but exhausting."

"It can be," he admitted, his gaze meeting yours. "But it’s worth it, especially when it means keeping someone safe. Like now."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his sincerity. "Well, I guess I’m lucky you guys were around."

The door to the break room opened, and Derek poked his head in, giving Spencer a grin. "You two doing all right in here?"

Spencer nodded, standing up to update Derek on the details you’d given during the interview. As they talked, you finished your coffee, feeling a strange sense of calm despite the unusual circumstances.

When Derek turned his attention to you, his gaze softened. "We’re going to have a team set up around your house tonight, keeping a close eye on things. We’ll catch this guy if he shows up."

You nodded, feeling reassured. "Thanks, Agent Morgan. I know you guys are handling it, so I’ll let you do your thing."

Spencer glanced back at you with a small smile. "If you need anything, or have more questions, just let me know."

As they walked you to the main desk, Spencer looked back, his gaze soft. "We'll keep you safe," he assured you once more, his sincerity unmistakable. "Until then, try not to worry. We’re on it."

A small smile tugged at your lips as you nodded. "I trust you," you replied, giving them one last grateful look before they escorted you to a waiting area. And as you waited, you felt a sense of calm, knowing you weren’t facing this alone.

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[cupidsworstcrime]

uh... dont know if i should tag this as

Johnny x reader,

Price x reader,

or tf-141 x reader.....

inspo - @goatgoesmbe

contains non con wife sharing , non con groping

You arrived at the base with a smile on your face, holding a warm lunch bag in hand, excited to see your husband. Price always made it a point to keep you involved in his world, even when he was away on missions, and you appreciated the little things—like bringing him lunch.

But as you approached the entrance, the last thing you expected was a sergeant stopping you, blocking your path. He was tall, broad-shouldered, wearing that smug grin that felt off. It didn’t take long for him to give you that all-too-familiar look, sizing you up like some piece of prey.

“Hold up, mam,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. He stood too close, his eyes flicking over your dress as he cleared his throat. “I’ll need to do a quick pa' down. Procedure, y’know?”

You froze for a moment. Something about the way he looked at you had your stomach twisting, but you held your ground. Standing still wasn’t difficult. His hands roamed over you, too deliberate, the pressure against your chest, the slow slide of his fingers down your legs.

He’s a bit too thorough, hands running over your chest first, lingering a little too long. You feel your skin heat up at his touch, but you keep your cool, not letting it show. His hands slide lower, over the smooth fabric of your dress, feeling the contours of your body like he’s looking for something more than just an innocent bag check.

You stand still, not saying anything at first, as his hands roam a bit further—down your legs, fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs in ways that make your stomach twist with a mix of confusion and irritation. He doesn’t seem to care, grinning up at you with that same cocky smirk that gets under your skin. The whole thing feels like an invasion, and you want to slap his hands away, but you stay silent.

When he was finally done, you couldn’t help but feel your skin crawl. You gave him a tight smile, barely holding it together. “Can you point me to my husband’s office? Captain Price?” you asked, voice steady despite everything.

The sergeant didn’t seem to care at all. In fact, he shrugged, like this was some kind of casual exchange. "Yeah, yeah, jus' head down the hall, turn left. You'll find him. Don’t be shy, hen." He didn’t seem concerned by your question or your tone.

How could you know that your sweet husband, John Price, shared everything with his team? How would you know the photos, the videos, the audios of your intimate moments—those personal things you thought were just for him, just for the two of you—had made their way through his men. How could you know that they all had personal Polaroids of you naked and peacefully asleep tucked in their gear?

The moment you walked into Price’s office, you couldn’t hide the frustration that had built up in your chest. You knew you needed to talk to him about what happened.

You set the lunch on the desk, your fingers gripping the edge as you took a breath. Price looked up, a warm smile on his face, as he walked over to greet you. But you couldn't ignore the sting of what you'd just endured, and you needed to voice it.

"My love," you began, your voice steady but still tinged with frustration. "A sergeant stopped me at the entrance. He gave me a full pat down—his hands were all over me. I mean, he had no business feeling me up like that." You paused for a second, rubbing your arms as you recalled how his hands had lingered. "Tall guy, Mohawk, stupid grin on his face... He had no fucking reason to touch me like that."

You saw John’s jaw twitch as you spoke, his eyes narrowing. But he didn’t seem angry—at least not in the way you expected. Instead, he let out a low chuckle and shook his head, rolling his eyes as if this was just another day.

“If Soap wanted to feel ya, he could’ve asked me first,” he muttered, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

[zuzu-romeave]

lovelovelove the helena/helly debate cuz i can fully see both sides. like, yeah, it makes sense that the lying, the insistence that innies and outies are two separate people, the reassurance that there are no cameras or microphones, the fumbling with the computer switch, and her hesitation/confusion when mark hugs her would all be helena trying to fit in and have them trust her so she can find out anything else lumon doesnt already know about. on the other hand i can totally see helly being absolutely devastated to find out that she’s the cause of her suffering in an even more involved way than all the others and wanting to hide that fact. her family built lumon from the ground up, her father is the one who came up with the severance procedure, and helly herself encourages others to become severed. it must be soul crushing to learn that You and your whole family are the cause of your suffering AND your friends suffering. it would make sense for helly to being acting strange because of that revelation and it makes sense that she would want to see outies and innies as two entirely separate people. its just very neat i like it a lot its very fun to me :3

[cor-obscenum]

I'll save you

Pairing: Papa V Perpetua x Sibling of Sin!Reader

Summary: it seemed like a normal day performing a ritual at the Ministry, until you started feeling very unwell. Who was there to save you?

Contents: rated T, SFW but still fetishy, mild whump, reader has hypothermia, cuddling as medical treatment, cardiophilia

Word count: 696

Read on AO3

He had literally just been elevated to the position of Papa and you already felt strangely attached to him, as if you had known each other for years. That mysterious figure with his elegant purple chasuble and silver mask had occupied your thoughts for longer than you would like to admit, and you had a genuine desire to get to know him better, despite having to be professional. Being the highest authority of the Clergy, he only addressed you and the other Siblings of Sin to give orders, but in a delicate, polite manner, which charmed you. And you certainly noticed how his eyes sparkled beneath the mask when he saw you…

You were thinking about it a lot that day when you were preparing the Ministry's ritual room for a spiritual purification ritual. It was a somewhat risky ritual to perform, since the invocation of spirits was a procedure that usually lowered the temperature of the room to dangerously low levels, so it was necessary to wear reinforced clothing to protect oneself from the cold. But that morning, you woke up late and ran out of the room, putting on your habit in a hurry and forgetting the microfiber sweater and tights that normally kept you warm during the ritual.

You made your way to the ritual room, put on your ceremonial robe and began to prepare the place as usual so that when your beloved Pope arrived, he would find everything ready to begin the ritual. And finally, he arrived, all dressed in his beautiful robes, and you felt your heart race when you saw him. He lit the candles for Belial, Asmodeus and Lucifer, sprayed the place with unholy water, and said the prayers. Everything seemed to be going perfectly well, until the temperature began to drop and you felt the cold seep into your bones. But you could not give in and show weakness, you thought. You had to be professional, even though your whole body was shaking from the intense cold.

The ritual ended and you felt the deepest relief you had ever felt in your life. Your body was no longer shaking and your mind was light. It was your consciousness slowly failing until your feet also gave out and you fell to the ground, lacking the strength to get up. All you remembered in that interim of semi-consciousness was a confusion of worried Siblings of Sin and ghouls, someone grabbing your wrist and saying words like "hypothermia, call Omega, quickly".

Until one particular statement silenced all the others, drawing your attention.

"Leave them to me." It was Papa's voice.

You regained consciousness little by little, one sensation at a time. First, a soft voice praying for Marbas, the demon of healing. A heavy woolen blanket wrapping your body. A comforting warmth, radiating from a fire ghoul crouched beside you. And two strong, strong arms, also wrapping you tenderly.

You opened your eyes, and then froze. You were in Papa's arms, leaning against his shoulder.

"Oh, I'm glad you're awake." He said in a sweet voice. "Are you warmer?"

You nodded, starting to feel more comfortable with that closeness you had craved so badly. You blushed as you felt his heartbeat under your shoulder, that comforting little ticking that you longed to feel…

"Papa... Oh, gosh, I have so many things to do..." You lamented, worry suddenly arising.

"Don't worry about it, dear. You need to rest a little before going back to work. And you need to eat, too." He replied, and turned to the ghoul: "Wisp, can you go to the kitchen and get some soup for Y/N?"

The ghoul nodded and left the ritual room, leaving you and Papa alone. Feeling more comfortable, you snuggled into his chest, feeling the softness of the silk chasuble against your face. His chest was solid and vibrated gently as he hummed one of his songs. You sighed, listening to the sweet sound of his heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body and the comforting caresses he gave you, his lips gently brushing your forehead and his fingers running through your hair.

"You are safe here with your Papa, dolcezza.”

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Taglist: @runscold-runsdeep @boomerangjr @anamelessfool

[vanteguccir]

the new video made me fhink of reader being the one under anestesia telling the whole time how beautiful matt is and asking him hundred times if he loves her and for kisses and maybe confusing chris for matt and them craking up for how funny she is

im sorry i ramble too much

no bc that would be so funny 😭😭😭😭

like, imagine:

"Matt, I love you so much!" Y/N murmured, her sleepy-eyes going to the surgeon beside her and her boyfriend, her arms straight and limp beside her stretched out body above the hospital chair.

Matt smiled genuinely, lifting his right hand and taking hers gently, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, his ears filled with Chris and Nick's low chuckles behind him.

"I love you too, pretty girl. You'll be fine, I promise."

Y/N nodded as quickly as her slow mind could manage, already a little dazed.

"You love me, right? Tell me you love me!" The girl insisted, a confused look settling on her face as she leaned her head against the back of the chair, feeling it heavier than usual.

"Of course I do, baby." Matt responded quickly, a big smile taking up half of his face, enjoying the situation. "I love you lots."

As the anesthesia began to take full effect, Y/N began to become even more disoriented. She looked at Nick and Chris, who were standing next to Matt, and frowned instantly.

"Matt, why are there two more of you here?" She asked confused, trying to lift her head to look at them but to no avail, her eyes only capturing the heads of the brothers.

Nick and Chris exchanged amused looks, a laugh escaping Nick's lips - who was holding the camera with the lens focused on the girl - while Chris curved his spine slightly, laughing so that his face took on a reddish color.

"No, my love, he's Chris." Matt began, his voice dripping with amusement, pointing at the still laughing boy. "This is Nick. And I'm Matt."

Y/N blinked a few times, trying to process the information, her mouth opening slightly as her brow furrowed.

"Oh, right! You're triplets! I love you all so much, you know that? Did you know you look alike a lot?" The girl said as if it were the most hot news in the world before letting out a loud laugh, finding herself funny enough.

As the dentists began the procedure of injecting all the anesthesia into her vein, Y/N tried to focus on taking deep breaths and relaxing, but her thoughts continued to wander to her boyfriend.

"Matt, you're the best boyfriend in the world!" Y/N exclaimed, her voice sounding groggy and quieter than she expected, a sleepy smile spreading across her lips.

Matt chuckled, holding Y/N's hand more firmly as he quickly gave the camera a superior look, feeling the greatest man of all before turning it back to his girlfriend.

"You're also the best girlfriend in the world, honey. What's your word?" The brunette asked, raising his eyes briefly to the monitor screen that showed her heartbeat.

But no response came, Y/N having fallen into a deep sleep in a matter of seconds.

After the procedure was completed and Y/N woke up, she felt herself wandering between moments of lucidity and moments of complete confusion. In an instant, she was declaring her love for Matt; the next, she was asking if Nick wanted pizza for dinner, even though they were still in the operating room.

[queermania]

has anybody figured out how to teach men the concept of consent successfully? because it doesn't seem like anything we're doing is working. first we told them no means no and that wasn't really enough so then we told them just because it's not a no, doesn't mean it's a yes and they threw a tantrum about it being oh so confusing so we told them to just ask and so now they think that consent is a series of questions and once they've fumbled through those, they've unlocked permission. like, "if i ask her if she wants to see my dick and she says yes, then i can do or say whatever i want going forward because i've asked and i'm a good guy" and some men are going to show you their dick even if you say no and that's a whole different issue but it's the men who genuinely think that consent is just like a little routine procedure that i'm talking about because i don't know how to explain to them that viewing and then treating women (and just other people in general) as human beings is actually the foundation of consent.

and i want to be very clear here that i don't mean this in a terfy gender essentialist bullshit way. i don't think men are inherently incapable of understanding the concept of consent or viewing women as people. i know they're capable of it because i have many male friends who prove it to me every day. but i don't know what happened in their upbringings and their brains that made it click for them in a way that it just doesn't seem to be clicking in other men's brains. and i don't know how to rectify that. how do you teach someone that other people are, well, people?

[msschemmenti]

emily (derogatory) 🐮

jemily x reader

a/n: short and sweet lil drabble because i’ve got baby fever

“yeah?” y/n answered the phone distractedly.

jj and emily frowned in confusion as the younger woman’s voice filtered though the cell phone. her voice almost cartoony as she spoke. “baby? is that you?” jj asked.

“uh huh, what’s up?” y/n continued in the same voice.

“um, we just got back from the case and were about to head home.” emily supplied.

“yeah, do you need anything?” jj asked.

“oh yes! would you guys stop by the store and get me some baby wipes and a pack of pacifiers?” y/n asked sweetly.

“sure baby.” jj agreed, still very confused.

emily, forever direct piped in next, “is this some new kink youre exploring? we’ll get it but i’ll be honest i don’t know if i can get down with the whole little girl thing.”

the line went silent for a second before y/n scoffed in disbelief, “em honey, i mean this in the nicest way possible. shut up.” y/n heard the older woman huff and jj’s laugh. “it’s not for me, it’s for my niece who im watching this weekend.”

both women ‘oh’ in understanding and emily very sheepishly apologizes but y/n just shakes her head and bids them farewell. she looks down at the baby in her lap and grins before tickling her belly. “auntie’s girlfriend is a little crazy!” she cooed causing her niece to giggle.

-

when y/n swung the door open, both jj and emily’s hearts nearly melted at the sight of the baby resting on her hip. the littler girl was nestled into their girlfriends side, her tiny fingers wrapped around the necklace on her neck. the sight was absolutely adorable. “hi,” y/n smiled, turning to walk back into the house.

jj was the first to follow, itching to get her hands on that baby. “well hello there. who is this angel?”

emily closed the door and followed both women to the living room and fell into an arm chair across from the couch and watched.

“this is charlotte, but i call her lottie.” y/n grinned down at the baby, turning her to face both jj and emily. “isn’t she just the cutest?”

“oh she sure is, she’s got a head full of hair! gosh i bet your sister had crazy heart burn.” jj cooed reaching out to tickle charlotte’s stomach. the baby giggled and smiled at the blonde fondly. “she’s just about as cute as her auntie.” jj grinned allowing the baby to wrap her cubby hand around her index finger. it wasn’t long before charlotte was leaning her head toward jj and it was taking everything in her not to completely melt into a puddle.

y/n chuckled taking the hint, “lottie, i get it i get it i know she’s pretty.” y/n peaked around her niece’s head to check to see if jj was okay to take the baby and when she saw the way she was cooing and nodding at charlotte she extended her arms softly— passing charlotte over.

jj instantly melted against the back of the couch, attention fully capture by the baby. y/n watched, very familiar with the power little charlotte yielded. “oh charlotte! you are just so perfect.”

emily watched the scene fondly, she’d always loved watch jj with children and she wasn’t surprised that that had extended to y/n. jj so easily slipped into the high pitched baby talk and charlotte was in love. y/n rose from the couch and draped herself over emily’s lap with a soft kiss. “hi.”

emily tore her eyes from jj and the baby and squeezed y/n’s waist affectionately, “hi yourself.” y/n pressed a kiss to emily’s cheek before leaning into her side comfortably.

“hope you guys weren’t hoping for a wild and crazy weekend in the streets, my sister’s husband is having some sort of procedure and she’ll have to take care of him for the next couple days. and i’m obviously lottie’s favorite so im a mother for the weekend.” y/n explained.

“when do we ever have crazy weekends in the streets… now had you said sheets,” emily teased with a knowing smirk.

“god, if you weren’t so hot i’d wonder how you pulled any women being that dorky.” y/n teased causing emily to poke her side playfully.

“i am hot, aren’t i?” emily grinned.

“yeah and dorky as hell.”

emily pinched at the younger woman’s side and turned to reply but both women froze under jj and charlotte’s gaze, “look charlotte, your auntie and emily are being very naughty right now, aren’t they? i’m sure they don’t want me to separate them.” jj warned with a smile causing both y/n and emily to sink back into the chair sheepishly.

-

somehow, emily had been left to sit with charlotte while she finished her nap. jj had run home to collect appropriate clothes for the weekend and y/n was showering for bed. charlotte was laying on her back on the floor surrounded by pillows and blankets. and emily, well she’d started off lounging across the couch but charlotte had made a weird noise and somehow emily had ended up on the floor right next to her. watching her chest rise and fall attentively.

being that close and paying that much attention means when charlotte’s eyes suddenly twitched and her mouth twitch, emily’s eyes widened. the shower was still running and she knew jj wouldn’t be back soon enough. so when charlotte’s eyes locked on emily’s they both just stared a bit. emily had experience with children from the job but she hadn’t had to put anything she knew into practice in quite some time.

“hey.” she spoke staring down at the baby. no baby talk in sight. charlotte, as if she understood, groaned back her own greeting. “your auntie and jj are busy so it’s just us for right now.” charlotte huffed and emily too that as a response of course. “huh, you’re pretty smart. beauty and brains. definitely got that from your auntie.” emily brought her hand up to adjust the huge bow y/n had insisted on putting on the baby but charlotte caught her finger easily and pulled it toward her mouth. “nope, you can’t eat people. your auntie is really scared of cannibalism and i think she’d be really upset if she found out you tried to eat my finger. she really likes them.” emily monologued and tried to pull her fingers away from the baby.

charlotte didn’t like that. she didn’t like that one bit and when her face started to contort emily sighed and gave in to the big brown eyes staring back at her. “fine fine, no need to cry. you can have my pinky— we don’t get much use out of it anyway.”

after a while charlotte started losing interest in her fingers and reached for the necklace hanging from her neck. and then somehow emily had started making noises to entertain charlotte. she’d stumbled on animal sounds at some point and that turned out to be her biggest mistake.

“what does a cow say? you probably haven’t even seen a cow yet. just know they sound like this—“ emily leaned over and ‘moo’d’ quietly at charlotte. charlotte’s eyes widened and her tiny little lip trembled and before emily knew what was happening she was wailing. and of course like some sort of mothers intuition both y/n and jj suddenly appeared rushing to soothe the baby.

“emily what happened?” jj asked as she ran a hand over charlotte’s head while y/n bounced her against her chest.

“did you know if you moo at babies, they’ll cry?” emily shrugged sheepishly up at the women from the floor.

“emily…” both of her girlfriends groaned shaking their heads.

[sturniololuvz]

Can you PRETTY PLEASE make a fic where y/n is like 19 and she gets her wisdom teeth out and like the triplets have to take care of her and record her the whole time and like she says something like crazy funny?

Btw i love you and your sis series SO FUCKING MUCH

THANK YOUUU I LOVE YOU TOo

“Wisdom Teeth Woes”

Y/N had just had her wisdom teeth removed, and although she was still groggy from the anesthesia, the triplets knew they were in for a wild ride. It wasn’t the first time they had dealt with one of them coming out of a procedure, but it was definitely going to be one of the most entertaining. They had the camera rolling the moment they pulled into the driveway, ready to document every hilarious moment of her post-surgery state.

Matt parked the car, looking over at Y/N in the backseat, who was wearing an oversized hoodie and clutching an ice pack to her face. She looked like a tiny, puffy version of herself, eyes half-closed and lips a little too swollen.

“Y/N, you good?” Chris asked, turning to face her. His voice was light, almost teasing.

Y/N blinked slowly, looking at him with a mix of confusion and calmness that only someone who had just been put under anesthesia could have. “I’m… fine. Everything’s fine,” she said, nodding like she had it all figured out.

Nick leaned over, holding up the camera. “We need to get this on record, Y/N. This is gonna be good.”

Y/N’s gaze flicked over to Nick, her face scrunching up in sudden seriousness. “Nick, do you know what the worst part about wisdom teeth surgery is?”

“Uhhh, the pain?” Matt offered, pulling the keys out of the ignition.

“No,” Y/N said, shaking her head dramatically. “The worst part is the truth. The truth that I now know everything about you guys.”

The three of them exchanged confused looks. “What do you mean?” Chris asked, his brows furrowing.

Y/N’s eyes went wide with a sense of mystery as she leaned in, clearly prepared to spill something huge. “I know all your secrets,” she said slowly, like she was revealing the most shocking piece of information in the world. “Like, everything. And now… I’m going to tell the world.”

Matt laughed, but it was clear he was nervous. “Y/N, you’re not even making sense right now.”

Y/N’s face suddenly lit up. “I know what Chris eats at 2 AM,” she said, raising her finger as if she was about to drop the biggest bomb ever. “You don’t just eat cereal, you eat leftover spaghetti. And you warm it up in the microwave like a monster.”

Chris’s jaw dropped. “What?!”

Y/N nodded sagely, as if she had just uncovered a deep, dark secret. “And I know what Nick does on his phone when no one’s around.” She paused for dramatic effect, waiting for them to lean in closer. “You watch… ASMR videos. I’m talking, like, weird stuff. People eating and crinkling paper and whispering. It’s so weird.”

Nick’s face went beet red. “I—What?!”

“I’m just saying,” Y/N said with a casual shrug, her words a little slurred. “You can’t hide from me, Nick. I know all your secrets. And I will never let you forget them.”

Chris shook his head, laughing nervously. “You’re insane, Y/N. Are you sure you’re not still a little high?”

Y/N smirked, suddenly getting serious again. “I’m not high. I’m enlightened.” She paused for a moment, then her eyes locked onto Matt. “Oh, and Matt? You sleep with socks on.”

Matt immediately turned to face her, his eyes wide with shock. “What?!”

“Yeah,” she said, “and I don’t just mean when it’s cold. You sleep with socks on, even when it’s warm. It’s honestly disturbing, but I’ll let it slide. Just… don’t ever do it again.”

The boys were cracking up, unable to contain themselves. Matt, trying to regain his composure, turned to Y/N with a teasing smile. “And what about you, huh? Got any deep, dark secrets you want to share?”

Y/N blinked a couple of times, as if contemplating this for a moment. “Oh, I’ve got a ton,” she said, her voice going slightly more serious. “But you wouldn’t be ready for them. They’re like, next-level stuff. You guys are just gonna have to wait and see.”

Nick leaned in closer with the camera. “Okay, Y/N, what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? Give us the scoop.”

Y/N didn’t hesitate. “I… I borrowed your hoodie, Nick. The one with the little tear on the sleeve? I never gave it back. It’s in my closet, and it’s never coming out.”

Nick was almost in shock, mouth hanging open. “You took my hoodie? You’ve had it all this time?!”

Y/N simply nodded, completely unbothered. “Yep. And I wear it every night. It’s mine now.”

Chris, who had been silently watching the whole thing unfold, let out a laugh. “I honestly have no words for you right now, Y/N.”

Y/N’s face scrunched up in deep thought, and then she said, “You know what, though? I think the real secret is that you guys are secretly obsessed with me.” She gave them an exaggerated look, like she had cracked the code to their whole existence.

Nick snorted, still holding the camera. “Oh, totally. We’ve been pretending for years, but really, we just can’t get enough of you.”

Y/N nodded gravely, her voice serious, even though her eyes were half-lidded. “I knew it. That’s why you guys follow me around everywhere, huh?”

They all burst into laughter, with Matt shaking his head, clearly entertained. “You’re ridiculous, Y/N. Absolutely ridiculous.”

The triplets helped Y/N inside, still laughing at the absurdity of her rambling, half-delirious confessions. Even though her post-surgery behavior was a little out of it, there was one thing they knew for sure: she’d probably never live this down, and neither would they.

But it was, without a doubt, the most entertaining few hours they’d spent with their little sister in a long time.

[hrrtshape]

so let’s talk severance. and shifting. and briefly about loa.

because. i'm confused. this is an open forum for anyone who has ever stared into the abyss and had the abyss stare back, except the abyss is a fluorescent-lit office cubicle and the abyss is also your bedroom, and you are in both places at once, except not really.

quick recap for the uninitiated: in severance, employees undergo a procedure that splits their consciousness in two. the ‘innie’ only exists at work, the ‘outie’ only exists outside of it. neither remembers the other’s life. a clean, surgical divide. a self cleaved in two like some corporate-cooked ouroboros. make sense? no? yes? congratulations, you are alive.

now. shifting. shifting isn’t exactly that. but. isn’t it a little bit that? just a fraction? a sliver? because your dr self isn’t some blank-faced mannequin waiting for cr you to clock in and take over. they’re not a placeholder, not a consciousness-on-pause. they exist. fully. they are you in the same way you are you. and when you shift, you don’t overwrite them. you sync with them. it’s stepping into a river that was already rushing, already frothing, already carrying you forward before you even realized you were ankle-deep.

so no, your dr self doesn’t ‘know’ about shifting. until you shift. unless they were already aware of shifting. but let’s not go full inception just yet. because before that moment, they were just living, unbothered, thriving, possibly drinking a very good martini, possibly about to be hit by a cab. and now, here you are. a new awareness superimposed onto the old. which begs the question: if you can shift into them, could someone shift into you? could cr you be the outie in someone else's severance? is some other version of you sliding into place, right now, reading this, wearing your socks, stealing your morning?

let’s get messier. let's talk homework. let’s talk clones. let’s talk about whether or not i would even know if i had shifted. because. okay. say cr me is the innie. and the shifting me.....the one actively intending, scripting, affirming....is the outie. would my innie know the outie had shifted? would i know? or am i a paper doll, neatly folded into a reality i had no hand in choosing, while some other me slides into the cockpit?

because let’s discuss. people talk about clones. about leaving something behind to keep up appearances. but are they aware? do they feel it? do they have the creeping suspicion that reality is off by a fraction of a millimeter? do they ever get that thing where they walk into a room and forget why they’re there, except it’s their entire life? if shifting is severance, who's the innie and who's the outie? is cr you the outie, with full agency, only vaguely aware of the other? or is cr you the innie, there in a single slice of reality, while your dr self gets the full panoramic view? maybe it’s neither. maybe the whole premise collapses because, unlike severance, the connection is never actually severed. i think that this can be applied to manifestation too. because. if you manifest, say, a different face.....is the you with the old face aware that it worked???

maybe you are both. maybe it depends on where you stand. maybe it depends on where you shift. maybe none of us know what we’re talking about and reality is a mobius strip we’re all just scrambling across in different directions, trying to make it make sense.

anyway. thoughts? feelings? a growing sense of dread?

[natequarter]

HALF-FACE MAN: I will not die. I will reach the promised land. DOCTOR: There isn't any promised land. This is just— It's a superstition that you have picked up from all the humanity you've stuffed inside yourself. HALF-FACE MAN: I am not dead.

DOCTOR: Perhaps they haven't let you in on the secret, Login. Shall I tell him, gentlemen?  GARIF: Secret?  DOCTOR: Yes! And the fraud of perpetual movement. The endless tasks going round and round. The same old components being removed and replaced.  LOGIN: No, Doctor, that's too harsh. The preparations are necessary.  DOCTOR: Preparations? For what? This Starliner isn't going anywhere.

DOCTOR: I am alone. The world which shook at my feet, and the trees and the sky, have gone. And I am alone now. Alone. CLARA: Are you translating? DOCTOR: The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone here. Can't see me. Doesn't see me. Can't see me. CLARA: Who can't see it? I think all of London can see it.

WILF: Yeah, but I thought, when I saw you before, you said your people could change, like, your whole body.  DOCTOR: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead. Even then, even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away, and I'm dead. 

ANDRED: I didn't know you were cursed just as we are. LEELA: Cursed? ANDRED: With living long enough to experience the consequences of our own actions, down through the centuries.

NEFRED: You accuse us of wilful procrastination?  DOCTOR: Yes! The wilful procrastination of endless procedure. You want to hold onto the old order.  NEFRED: You understand a great deal, Doctor.  DOCTOR: True.  NEFRED: But not everything.  DOCTOR: That's certainly true.

TORVALD: Your continuity, Madam. A circle of misery that never, ever ends.

DOCTOR: Lethbridge-Stewart? My dear fellow, how nice to see you again.  MUNRO: He knows you, sir.  BRIGADIER: But he can't do. Look here. Can you hear me? Who are you?  DOCTOR: Don't you recognise me?  BRIGADIER: I'm positive we've never met before.  DOCTOR: Oh, dear. Oh, I can't have changed that much, surely? 

LEELA: You pretend to be one thing when you are really another, you have lived your life behind a mask for so long that now that mask is your own face.

LEELA: My one heart knows the truth. You have two hearts just as you have two faces, and neither speaks the truth. ANDRED: I didn't set out to betray you, Leela. I was confused after the regeneration. You know what it's— No. No, you don't know what it's like. How could you?

DOCTOR: How long can I keep doing this, Clara? Burning the old me, to make a new one?

DOCTOR: Can't I ever have peace? Can't I rest?  BILL: Of course you can.  NARDOLE: It's your choice.  BILL: Only yours.  NARDOLE: We understand.  DOCTOR: No. No, you don't. You're not even really here. You're just memories held in glass. Do you know how many of you I could fill? I would shatter you. My testimony would shatter all of you. A life this long, do you understand what it is? It's a battlefield, like this one, and it's empty. Because everyone else has fallen.

LIZ: Do you know him?  BRIGADIER: What? No, I thought I might do, but he's a complete stranger. I've never seen him before in my life.

CARDINAL: Pope Benedict said that you were more in need of confession than any man breathing. But when the offer was made, you replied it would take too much time. On behalf of the Catholic Church, the offer stands. You seem like a man with regret on his mind.

DOCTOR: You are a broom. Question. You take a broom, you replace the handle, and then later you replace the brush, and you do that over and over again. Is it still the same broom? Answer? No, of course it isn't. But you can still sweep the floor. Which is not strictly relevant, skip that last part. You have replaced every piece of yourself, mechanical and organic, time and time again. There's not a trace of the original you left. You probably can't even remember where you got that face from.

[kangshxrtie]

29 . rock climbing (written)

"i've signed this waiver like 50 times already" you said as you continued to scroll and put your initials on the waiver they were having you sign.

"you should be almost done now" daniela said from side you.

"i swear you said that twenty pages ago" you said.

"i swear you're almost done this time" daniela chuckled.

you finally finished up the waiver after a couple more pages. daniela went and got tickets for the both of you, and signed you up for a course for help with tying knots and stuff.

you got into a group with some other people that walked in around the same time as you and did a little tour of the place while going through how to use a crash pad, and other safety, and how to get connected to the auto baley, and not letting it fly up.

then you broke off from the group so you and dani could learn how to tie the knots and 

the instructor showed the two of you how to do a trace-eight. you watched him do it, then daniela followed it perfectly after watching it twice and did it again just for confirmation, and then she passed it on to you. you started off fine but after the first part you got confused and they had to guide you through it.

but after a while of sitting there confused at the whole thing they helped you again, and again, and again.

"i'm actually gonna kill myself" you said as you continued to struggle.

"it's okay, just remember to make twins," daniela said repeating what the instructor said. after much trial and error, you finally got the knot without any help from anybody. so then the instructor had daniela climb while you pulled the rope for you. apparently there was a whole process that you had to do so the instructor helped you with that and once she was up you had to pull something to let her down. 

"do you feel safe with her" the instructor asked daniela once she was on the ground.

"yeah" daniela said with the slightest hesitation in her voice.

"good enough for me" the instructor said. after that the instructor left the two of you alone. "i wanna go home" you said once the instructor was out of ear shot. "that was literally the hardest part. you'll enjoy it after this" daniela told you. "i don't trust you" you said in a suspicious voice. "if you don't like it after a couple of walls we can leave" daniela said as she looked at you sincerely. "well now i feel bad" you said. "i just wanna make sure you're comfortable with everything" daniela said. "let's just do it" you said. daniela smiled and lightly grabbed your wrist as she pulled you to one of the walls.

"this one?" daniela asked you.

"how hard is blue?" you asked.

"it's the second easiest" daniela replied.

"that's perfect" you clasped your hands together. "i'll do the rope and you can climb this time" daniela told you. "i'm putting my life in your hands" you said as you did the knot you were just taught and had to repeat multiple times. "i would never let you fall" daniela said as she watched you. "well you're gonna have to when i get to the top" you said finishing up. "then you'll glide down not fall" daniela said. "sure man" you got ready to climb. you climbed up pretty easily, considering it was one of the easiest ones. once you reached the top you hit the top of the wall and daniela helped you down.

“i swear i’ve signed this waiver like fifty times already,” you muttered, scrolling through the never-ending document and scribbling your initials.

“you should be almost done now,” daniela said, standing beside you.

“i swear you said that twenty pages ago,” you shot back.

daniela chuckled. “i swear you’re actually almost done this time.”

after what felt like an eternity, you finally finished. daniela took care of getting your tickets and even signed you both up for a short course on tying knots and basic climbing safety.

you ended up in a group with a few other people who had arrived around the same time. the instructor walked everyone through a quick tour, covering crash pad use, safety procedures, how to connect to the auto-belay system, and how not to let it fly up unattended.

once the tour wrapped up, you and daniela split off for the knot-tying lesson.

the instructor demonstrated a figure-eight follow-through knot. daniela watched closely, then replicated it perfectly on her second try, even doing it again just to be sure. then, it was your turn.

you started off fine but quickly got lost after the first few steps. the instructor guided you through it, again and again, and again.

"i’m actually gonna kill myself," you groaned, glaring at the tangled mess in your hands.

"it’s okay, just remember to make twins," daniela reminded you, repeating what the instructor had said earlier.

after what felt like hours of trial and error, you finally nailed the knot without help. victory. the instructor had daniela climb first while you handled the belay system. apparently, there was an entire process involved, and you needed some assistance with that too. but eventually, you figured it out, pulling the rope properly and lowering her safely back to the ground.

"do you feel safe with her?" the instructor asked daniela once she landed.

daniela hesitated, for just a second, before saying, "yeah."

the instructor nodded. "good enough for me." and with that, he left you both alone.

"i wanna go home," you whispered the moment he was out of earshot.

daniela laughed. "that was literally the hardest part. you’ll enjoy it after this, i promise."

"i don’t trust you," you said suspiciously.

"if you don’t like it after a couple of climbs, we can leave," daniela assured you, looking at you sincerely.

"well, now i feel bad," you muttered.

"i just wanna make sure you’re comfortable with everything."

you sighed dramatically. "let’s just do it."

daniela beamed, grabbing your wrist lightly and pulling you toward one of the walls.

"this one?" she asked, nodding toward a section.

"how hard is blue?" you asked, eyeing the colored holds.

"second easiest."

"perfect." you clapped your hands together.

"i’ll handle the rope, and you climb this time," daniela said, getting into position.

"i’m putting my life in your hands," you said, tying your knot, the knot you had painstakingly practiced, and checking it over.

"i would never let you fall," daniela promised, watching you carefully.

"well, you have to let me fall when i get to the top," you pointed out.

"then you’ll glide down, not fall," she corrected.

"sure, man." you took a deep breath and got ready to climb.

the route wasn’t too bad. it was one of the easiest ones, after all. you moved up steadily, reaching the top in no time. with a tap on the final hold, you looked down. with some hesitation, you finally let go, and true to her word, she lowered you gently back to the ground.

as soon as your feet touched the mat, you turned to her. "okay, that was kinda fun."

"told you," daniela said, smirking.

you huffed. "fine, just couple more."

daniela grinned. "that’s how it starts."

you and daniela kept switching off between climbing and belaying for each other, with her making you go up a difficulty level each time. the walls were getting tougher, and your hands were starting to ache from gripping the rough, plastic holds. by the time you reached halfway up your current climb, exhaustion hit you full force. instead of moving, you just clung to the wall, breathing heavily.

"yeah, dani, this is where i give up," you called down, glancing below.

"just hit the top, and then i'll let you down," daniela said, her tone almost too casual.

"dani, if you don’t let me down right now, i’m untying this knot and jumping off myself," you threatened.

"you’re literally so close," she insisted.

with a deep sigh, you forced yourself to push through, reaching up to slap the top hold in defeat.

"see? was that so hard?" daniela yelled.

"let me down."

she slowly lowered you as you kicked off the wall repeatedly until you finally landed right on your butt. with zero hesitation, you flopped onto your back, officially done with today.

"i think you did great," daniela said, standing over you with a proud smile.

"i wanna go home," you groaned, for probably the tenth time that day. and you had barely been there an hour.

"get up. i found a wall i wanna do," she said.

"just leave me here. i’m basically dead weight."

"come on." she held out a hand, and with a dramatic sigh, you grabbed it, letting her pull you up.

as daniela started climbing, you stood back, watching. you swore you were trying to be respectful, but… damn. she looked good climbing. the way her muscles flexed with each movement, the slight sheen of sweat catching the light… yeah, she definitely knew what she was doing. and honestly, why else would she invite you if not to look at her disrespectfully?

"you two friends?"

you turned to see some random guy standing next to you.

"something like that," you shrugged.

"she single?" he asked. you had to physically restrain yourself from swinging on him for asking such a dumb question.

"she’s basically taken," you said flatly.

"damn, so no shot?" he looked genuinely disappointed.

"not at all, buddy."

"man, lucky guy then."

"lucky girl," you corrected.

he blinked. "wait—you?"

"pretty much, yeah."

"oh, shit! good shit." he grinned and held out his hand. you dapped him up with a smirk.

"thanks."

as he walked off, you turned back to watch daniela, who was already making her way down.

"you looked really good up there," you complimented as she unhooked herself from the auto-belay.

"did you even see?" she asked, pretending to be too busy with the carabiner.

"yeah, of course i did."

"thought you were too busy talking to that guy." she tilted her head in his direction.

"i mean… yeah, but only a little," you admitted.

"did you know him or something?" she asked, finally looking at you.

"not really."

"then why’d you touch him?"

you blinked before chuckling. "wait. there’s no way you’re jealous of him talking to me."

"can you blame me?" daniela mumbled. "you missed me reaching the top because he was all up in your face."

"because he was asking if you were single," you told her.

"huh?" her head snapped up, eyes locking onto yours.

"he wanted you."

daniela stared for a second. "what’d you tell him?"

"oh—uh, i said you were basically taken," you admitted, suddenly feeling a little awkward under her gaze.

daniela smirked. "basically taken?"

"yes," you nodded confidently.

"i didn’t know that," she teased.

"you been out here acting single?" you shot back.

"not at all. i tell everybody i like you," daniela said smoothly.

you felt your face heat up. "as long as we’re on the same page."

daniela just grinned before walking over to the next wall. she quickly clipped in and, before you could even process it, took a running start, leaping from one hold to the next. the path required pure upper and lower body strength, but she made it look effortless.

you were still staring when she landed back on the mat.

she handed you the harness clip. "your turn."

"you literally had to get a running start," you pointed out, unimpressed.

"yeah. so?"

"you expect me to do that?"

"yes," she said simply. "or just do the orange route instead." she gestured to a slightly easier path on the same wall.

"that's still hard as hell," you muttered.

"just try it."

with a sigh, you clipped in and attempted to follow the route she suggested. you made it about three moves up before your body said absolutely not, and you immediately came back down.

daniela was standing there, looking way too proud.

"you were doing good," she said, giving you a thumbs up.

"eh… if that’s what you wanna believe."

"but you did," daniela insisted.

you just huffed, shaking your head. "if you say so."

after a couple more climbs, you were finally done. exhausted, you returned your gear and dragged yourself back to daniela’s car, slumping into the seat with a sigh.

"there’s this really good pasta spot nearby," daniela said, scrolling on her phone for food options.

"please just get me food," you mumbled, leaning your head back against the headrest.

daniela chuckled. "i hope you actually had fun, even if you spent half the time wanting to go home."

okay, well, now you felt a little bad about complaining the whole time.

"i did," you admitted. "i really enjoyed watching you climb."

"as long as you didn’t completely hate it," she said.

"not gonna lie, though. the only reason i’d go again is just to stare at you the whole time."

daniela smirked. "honestly? would love to have you there for that."

you laughed. "glad we could come to an agreement."

with that, daniela pulled out of the parking lot and headed toward the restaurant. the drive was quick since it was close, and soon enough, you were seated at a cozy little table, menus in hand.

after ordering drinks, you both decided to share a big bowl of pasta and some garlic bread. while waiting for the food, you showed daniela the group chat conversation, explaining how your friends weren’t actually mad at you for forgetting your plans and that you’d make it up to them later.

as you swiped out of the chat, daniela caught a glimpse of her name in your messages.

"i see you still haven’t changed my contact name," she teased, smirking.

"too much work," you waved it off.

"did you change mine?" you asked.

daniela didn’t even hesitate. "not at all."

"you liar," you accused immediately.

"okay, fine, maybe i did. but i made it better," she said.

you raised an eyebrow. "to what?"

"that is classified information until further notice," daniela said smugly.

"you cannot just keep that from me," you said.

"well, i am," she shrugged.

"is it something stupid?" you asked suspiciously.

"i would say no."

"so it is something stupid," you concluded.

daniela grinned. "manon would probably call it stupid, but i call it future thinking."

you narrowed your eyes. "mhmm. i think i have an idea of what it could be."

"i’ll accept that answer," daniela said.

"i thought getting it out of you would be harder," you mused.

"i’ll let you figure it out eventually," she said with a smirk.

before you could pry further, the waiter returned with your food, setting the steaming bowl of pasta and warm garlic bread in front of you.

immediately, all conversation ceased. the food was that good. you both practically inhaled it, eating in comfortable silence until the check arrived.

"this one’s on me," you said, grabbing it before daniela could.

you scanned the receipt, and your face immediately dropped at the price. you physically cringed.

"how much?" daniela asked, amused.

"you don’t wanna know," you muttered.

she held out her hand, and after a moment of hesitation, you passed her the check.

"when i looked this place up, it only had one price tag," daniela said, raising an eyebrow.

"it’s fine," you said, forcing yourself not to cry as you pulled out your card and placed it in the check presenter. daniela handed it back with a smirk, clearly entertained by your suffering.

after you paid, and silently mourned your bank account, the two of you left the restaurant.

daniela stretched her arms above her head. “so… was that a successful date?”

you shot her a look. “i thought this was just hanging out.”

“uh-huh,” she smirked. “you just happened to spend the entire time staring at me, paid for my food, and got jealous when some guy asked if i was single?”

you scoffed, crossing your arms. “first of all, i was not jealous. i was just saying you were basically mine.”

daniela laughed, bumping your shoulder as the two of you reached her car. “yeah, yeah. basically yours.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile forming on your lips.

the drive back was quieter, the comfortable kind where neither of you felt the need to fill the silence. you scrolled through your phone absentmindedly while daniela hummed along to the radio, fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel.

when she pulled up in front of your place, she put the car in park but didn’t unlock the doors right away. instead, she turned to face you. “so, when’s our next climbing date?”

you gave her an unimpressed look. “you think i’m letting you drag me back there after today?”

daniela grinned. “you literally said you’d go again just to stare at me.”

you sighed dramatically. “fine. maybe i’ll consider it.”

daniela leaned in slightly, resting her elbow on the center console. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

you rolled your eyes but reached for the door handle. before you could step out, daniela grabbed your wrist, making you turn back.

“so i get a kiss on the first date but not the second?” daniela teased, tilting her head with a smirk.

“you never tried,” you shot back. “i’m tired of making the first move.”

daniela didn’t hesitate. she leaned in, closing the space between you before you could say anything else. the second her lips met yours, you melted into her, kissing back just as eagerly. the kiss deepened, her hands finding their way to your waist while yours slid up to her shoulders.

it wasn’t until you felt yourself almost shifting onto her lap that you pulled away, breathless. you stared at her for a second, trying to gather yourself while she just smirked, eyes dark with amusement.

“what?” she asked, voice lower than usual.

you swallowed, shaking your head slightly. “nothing.”

daniela chuckled, running her thumb over your hip before finally leaning back. “that’s what i thought.”

“i had fun today,” she said, her voice softer now.

you held her gaze for a second before nodding. “me too.”

she smiled and you stepped out of the car, turning back once more before shutting the door.

“drive safe, dani.”

she smirked. “sweet dreams, basically mine.”

you huffed out a laugh, shaking your head before heading inside, already thinking about the next time you’d see her.

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[thewhumpcaretaker]

🩶 Doubts and Dilemmas in Whump 🩶

Here are some thoughts that can pop up in the back of characters' minds to make them feel lost and confused!

For whumpee:

Is Whumper really that bad?

Am I complaining over nothing?

Am I the real abuser here?

Is it really all my fault?

Am I worth saving?

Is Whumper right about me?

Am I a burden?

Will things ever get better, or should I give up?

Where will I even go if I try to run?

Should I turn Whumper in?

Should I tell the truth about what happened?

Should I forgive, or seek revenge?

For Whumper:

Am I being too harsh?

Am I an abuser?

Are people right about me?

Is whumpee a whole person after all?

Can I change?

Do I even want to change?

Is there anything I can do to atone for my actions?

Would I rather whumpee love me or fear me?

Should I turn myself in to the authorities?

Is there any way I can escape punishment, or should I give up?

Should I self-punish?

For Caretaker:

Should I leave whumpee and save myself?

Should I sacrifice myself for whumpee?

Should I give up searching for whumpee after all this time?

How much more of this can I take?

Am I being used?

Am I allowing whumpee to become too dependent on me?

What will I do if whumpee gets better and doesn't need me anymore?

Should I respect whumpee's wishes, even if they want to do something unhealthy?

Should I force a necessary medical procedure on whumpee?

Would somebody else take better care of whumpee than I can?

[redstarwriting]

the clash | ix. last caress

hobie brown x goth!reader

word count: 2.4k

genre: enemies to lovers

warnings: language, insults, cavity-inducing fluff, crying hobie, mentions of giving blood, mentions of procedures, needy cat, mention of weed, allusions(ish) to s*icide

a/n: omg writing fluff takes me so much longer than anything else cause i’m squirmin around and squealin BUT here it is! second to last chapter! (also, i’m not black so i hope i touched on the haircare for black hairstyles right! if i missed the mark please let me know and i will re-educate myself!) what a wild ride, i’ll get the last chapter either up late tonight, or tomorrow! thank you for reading and i hope you enjoy! 

previous chapter: viii. love you to death

now reading: ix. last caress

next chapter: x. brand new

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When you wake up, the first thing you notice is the smell. Weed and incense. You groggily open your eyes, realizing you’re clutching a bat plushie. You grin. It’s cute, especially since it belonged to Hobie’s world, and you didn’t own a bat plushie. You sink further into the satin pillow, shocked at how comfortable you are in his bed. You hear the soft sound of a guitar playing, and you reluctantly and slowly sit up. Your intention is to go harass Hobie, but damn. Venom must have done a number on you. You’re sore as hell, and your energy is still almost completely gone. You successfully sit, but you’re immediately leaning against the wall as you do. The guitar playing stops, and you hear Hobie’s thick accent from the next room over. “You awake in there, love?”

“Yes,” you say, your voice is scratchy. How long have you been asleep? He walks into his room and leans against his door frame. He’s wearing casual clothes, his suit nowhere to be found, and yet somehow, he still looks cooler and more attractive than anyone you’ve ever met. “You know, you really should be layin’ down,” he says, and you shrug. He walks over to you and sits on the bed, next to your legs. You notice he has dark circles under his eyes, and he looks exhausted. “How are you feelin’?” he asks, placing his hand on yours. You shrug. “Honestly, been better.” He nods and looks down. You frown. “What’s on your mind there, Hobie?” He plays with your fingers, and you turn your hand over, grasping his. He visibly relaxes a bit. You softly squeeze his hand, and he squeezes back. “I… need to tell you somethin’,” he starts, “Somethin’… bad.”

“What…?” you look nervous. He looks at you and frowns. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Seeing the fireworks with you,” you respond, and he nods. “Good,” he mumbles, “I guess I should start with tellin’ you you been sleepin’ for three days now.”

“Three days?” you ask, surprised. He nods, “Yeah.”

“Have I been here the whole time?”

“Mhm,” he says, dreading the next thing he’s about to tell you. “I appreciate it, Hobie, but why not just take me home? Do I look like I need a caretaker?” you joke, and he smiles a bit. “Yeah, actually, you do,” he responds and you grin. “But uh… you are home now…” he says, and you look at him confused.

 “What?” He sighs, scooting further onto his bed and turning to face you with his whole body. His other hand reaches out, and he cradles the hand he’s holding with both of his hands. “Right, lemme just… start from the beginnin’, then. Venom takin’ control of you… that wasn’t meant to happen,” he says, staring at your joined hands. “What shoulda happened was Venom was supposed to take over m–… the Prowler. And then, uh… then he woulda become the spider of your world after Venom bondin’ with you for a short while and gainin’ your spider abilities before returnin’ to the Prowler…”

“So, there would have been two of us? One good and one bad?” you ask, and Hobie looks up at you with a sad expression. “…No. No, there woulda been one bad cause… well…”

“I was supposed to die…?” you whisper, and he nods, his grip on your hand tightening. “I woulda saved you either way, but… I accidentally-on-purpose interfered and–”

“You killed the Prowler,” you finish his sentence, and he looks at you surprised. “Venom mentioned something about you killing someone, so…” you mumble, and he nods. “Yeah… yeah, I kinda lost my cool for a bit after seein’ what he did to you and uh… took matters into my own hands,” he says, and you nod slowly. “What did Venom mean by you killed yourself?” Hobie freezes and looks down again. How the hell is he supposed to explain this one? Guess he’ll just say it and accept whatever reaction you have. “The Prowler on your world… was me,” he whispers the last part, feeling himself tear up. He prepares himself for you to pull your hand away and use what little energy you had to travel to Gwen’s world and never talk to him again. He would completely understand, learning that someone identical to him ruined your life in so many ways must be jarring.

So, he prepares for the worst.

What he doesn’t prepare for is to feel your hand on his cheek, gently wiping away a single tear that escaped down his cheek with your thumb. “That wasn’t you, Hobie. He may have had your face and your name, but… he wasn’t you,” you assure, and he swallows the lump in his throat. The anxiety wracking his body eases slightly, and he lets out a shaky breath. One of his hands comes up to grasp yours on his cheek, holding it there as he leans his face into it, closing his eyes. He feels another tear fall, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t agree with society’s take on masculinity. He opens his eyes again, looking at your face. “Don’t cry, love,” he hears you say, and he gives you a small smile. “Nah, that’s my nickname for you.”

“And?” you say, grinning at him softly, “I’m not one to necessarily give a fuck what you say.”

“Cheeky. You’re lucky I loved it,” he says, and you softly laugh. “But uh… right, so I killed myself, sorta.”

“In a way.”

“A different me. Did you know he worked with the cops?”

“Oh yeah. They hate me. Another clear indication that he is not you in any way except physical,” you say, and he grins. “Well, in the fight we had–”

“Did he hurt you?” you ask, and he shrugs. “He tried. I won, though. Obviously. But the fight was in Oscorp Labs, and durin’ it… I broke some glass, releasin’ Venom to the outside world like the bloody dickhead I am,” he explains, and you nod, but give him a look. “You’re not a dickhead, Hobie. If you weren’t there, evil you would have bonded with it because he wouldn’t have died, so… maybe it was a good thing?” you suggest, trying to lighten Hobie’s dark mood. “Maybe. But then Venom followed me back to your flat after I killed who it was originally supposed to bond with,” he says, and you frown. “It probably wanted to bond with you,” you say, and he raises an eyebrow. “It told me it feeds off of the life force of humans, and the easiest way to make it more powerful is for the host to have strong negative emotions. That’s why it taunts and belittles whoever it has control of. To piss them off. It probably saw the anger that drove you to kill and figured you’d be the best host.”

“But then I went home before it could attach itself to me, so it attached to you instead,” he mumbles, and you nod. He sighs. This really was all his fault. “Well… yeah so it attached to you, and then you remember what happened next.”

“Yeah,” you nod, and he rubs the back of your hand against his cheek with his thumb. “So, we did end up successfully killin’ the wanker,” he says, and you nod, “but in doin’ ‘at… we killed your world with Venom.” You freeze. “W-What?” You draw your hand away from his face due to the shock of the statement. He subconsciously grips your other hand tighter. “Venom was supposed to be the spider-person of your world… there were too many canon changes,” Hobie explains, and you feel your chest tighten. Now you’re the one crying. But seeing you cry and look so defeated makes him cry more. “I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. He loosens his grip on your hand, fully expecting you to pull away, but you don’t.

“Everything… everything’s gone?” your voice is weak, and he opens his mouth to say something, but before he can, he’s interrupted by a meow. You turn your head, and see a black cat, looking up at you before hopping onto the bed and nuzzling against your side in an effort to cheer you up. “Shadow…?” you mumble, and he meows. But he doesn’t look like the Shadow you’re used to seeing. He looks more like a cat from Hobie’s world. “We saved what we could,” he whispers, and you look at him again. He smiles sadly at you. “I told Gwen, Miles, and Pav to grab everythin’ they could… they got everythin’ but the furniture, it’s all out in the sittin’ room… figured you probably wouldn’t want to move in with me after hearin’ bout what I did, so… we could move you to one of the other flats in the buildin’.  Y’know it’s an abandoned buildin’, so there’s loads of rooms, and you wouldn’t have to worry ‘bout payin’, and–”

“You made sure my things were safe…?” you cut him off, and he looks at you. His focus was drawn away from you during his rambling, so he didn’t notice the realization of just how much he cared about you spread across your face. “Of course… it was the least I could do,” he answers, “I also asked a friend for that lil bat for you to have while goin’ through the genetic procedure. it was all my fault this happened, so helpin’ you adjust–” 

“Adjust to what…?”

He takes a deep breath. “Miguel has a way to alter the genetic code of someone to have ‘em switch worlds… when we found out your world was gonna… disappear, we prepared. After the fight, I took you to Miguel and we successfully changed your genetic code. We did the same for Shadow, and all your things,” he explains, and you look at your hand. Sure enough, you look like you belong in Hobie’s world now. You didn’t notice the change before. Not until this very moment. “I had to give a lot of blood to continue to stabilize your genetic code changin’, so if I look like shit, that’s why” he admits to you, “But I would do it all over again without a second thought.”

“You don’t look like shit. That’s virtually impossible,” you mumble, and he smiles softly. You look down at Shadow, scratching between his ears with your free hand. Hobiie looks down, feeling another wave of emotion crash over him. He takes a shaky breath. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n). This all happened because of me… it’s my fault,” he whispers, and you gently put your hand under his chin, lifting his head to look into your eyes. “Stop doing that.”

“Doin’ what?”

“Blaming yourself,” you say, wiping away some of his tears. “Can’t help it,” he mumbles, his voice shaking. “You can. Just takes time,” you respond, smiling softly at him through your own tears. He wipes away some of yours in return as the two of you stare at each other, no words being spoken. His eyes flick down to your lips before returning to your gaze, nonverbally asking you for permission. You nod slightly, and the two of you slowly lean toward each other. When your lips meet, the both of you immediately relax into each other. The two of you stop holding the other’s hand, but you quickly wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist, pulling you closer. You two only break apart from each other to take a breath, but you keep your foreheads together as the two of you stare into each other’s eyes.

“What makes you think I wouldn’t want to move in with you?” you whisper, and he grins. He gently rubs up and down your sides, humming in response. “Cause I’m an absolute turnip,” he mumbles, and you giggle. “Nah. You’re more like my hero,” you say, and he chuckles. “Always, my love. Always,” he whispers, kissing you again. You smile into the kiss, causing him to do the same. Shadow’s annoyed meow makes the two of you look down at him, and Hobie laughs. “Little mate can’t stand that he’s not gettin’ all the attention,” he says, taking one of his hands away from you to pet him. You yawn, and Hobie looks at you. “I think it’s time for you to get some more rest, my love. Your body’s goin’ through a lot right now,” he says, and you nod.

He moves to get up, but you tug on his arm. “You need rest, too, Hobart,” you say, and he grins. “Are you sayin’ you want me to stay?” he teases, and you roll your eyes. “On second thought…” you start and his smile falters. “No, wait,” he says a bit too quickly, causing you to laugh. “Get your ass in here before I change my mind,” you say, and he slips underneath the covers. He maneuvers you so that he’s underneath your body, and he holds you tightly to his chest. You bury your face in his neck, and he smiles. “You’re lucky I got my durag on,” he mumbles, and you hum in response, already starting to feel the effects of sleep overtake you. “Y’know, I thought you’d be a little more upset with me,” he admits, and you sleepily shake your head. “Death is inevitable, Hobie. Instead of giving into the inevitability of the end, I like to see the beauty in it. Although my life as I knew it has died, a new life is beginning, and I think that’s beautiful,” you mutter. He grins. “You are such a fuckin’ goth,” he mumbles, and you playfully smack his chest. “Maybe I was wrong before...”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe not all people are selfish assholes. I know one who isn’t,” you trail off, falling asleep. He softly kisses the top of your head, “Maybe I was wrong about some shit, too, my love.”

Shadow curls up beside Hobie, and he places one hand on the cat while the other keeps you pressed against him. He’s so tired, that he doesn’t move at all during the sleep that he gets, which is unusual for him. But at this moment, he’s never felt more content. Just him, you, and Shadow in yours and his home.

He could get used to this.

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Kiss Me Once, Then Kiss Me Twice

Pairing: Joel Miller x F! Reader

MINORS DNI WITH MY WORK PLEASE !!

A/N: disclaimer this is so insanely self-indulgent. I got my IUD put in this past Wednesday and have been in bed with pain since then and if I could have gotten a strong man to coddle me through it, I would be 900x better than I am today. Quite frankly, I'm dying more now than I was the day of the procedure but that's bc I'm impatient and can't wait a whole three months for the side effects to pass. If you're thinking about getting an IUD please talk to a doctor about allll the side effects and which one is best for you and also yap @ me about it, I'm an open book

Also, this is not beta read, I don't care enough. I'm sorry y'all are gonna see my overuse of commas. Xoxo, peace and love on earth from me as always.

Remember that TLOU is created by a zionist so please look at the resources in my bio on ways to donate and educate yourself!!

Tags/warnings: fluff, domestic joel, reader has an IUD and has hair that joel runs his fingers through.

Word Count: 773

Summary: Like I said earlier, self-indulgent perfect boyfriend joel taking care of you after your IUD insertion.

I’m dying.

That was the notification that popped up on Joel’s phone while he was at work. He was confused, but mostly just concerned. You’d usually send him a message with an egregious amount of punctuation or emojis to emphasize your mood, so to see something so… bland was worrying. He didn’t think he would be able to sit patiently for a reply to a text and calls you instead “Baby, you alright? What happened?” His voice is soft but stressed at the same time, wanting to make sure that you are alright. 

And despite your current agony, he did soothe you. The low timbre of his voice, the way you could imagine his brow creasing, was more than any anti-anxiety pill could do for you. “I got my IUD put in.” you know he could hear just how pitiful you sounded, curled up in bed with your heating pad currently burning a hole into your skin “Everything hurts, I’m dying.” 

You were absolutely tugging on his heartstrings and he could feel his protectiveness taking over. “Oh sugar,” he coos into the phone “I’ll be over in a little bit, alright? You hang tight for me, I'm on my way.” He doesn’t even give you time to protest before he hangs up the phone and tells Tommy he’s taking an early day today, heading over to you as soon as possible.  The next half hour was spent with you curled in bed, trying to get comfortable and failing. You could barely stomach any food, the ibuprofen wasn’t doing anything, and your heating pad felt like it was barely on despite it staying at the highest setting. All of the lights in your room were off and you just wanted to curl into a hole, it was like your period cramps had gotten steroids and you were dealing with the aftermath. 

About forty minutes into your routine of deep breaths and groaning into a pillow you hear your front door open, and a gentle knock on your bedroom door. “Honey?” Joel’s soft voice calls out “Oh baby…” he drops the bags of goodies he’d picked up for you and moves to brush a few strands of hair from your sweaty forehead, laying a kiss on your skin. “That bad?” you all but manage to nod in response to his question, clutching the heating pad closer to your stomach. He pulls out a bag of chocolates he’d gotten from the store and hands you a piece. “C’mon baby, eat somethin’ for me.” 

You open your mouth and let him give you a piece of the chocolate, a smile finding its way onto your lips. “Thank you, Joel,” you whisper, looking at him like he’d hung the stars for you. “Y’know what I really need though?” you ask, taking a deep breath through the monstrous cramp that hit you “Boyfriend weighted blanket.” Joel can’t help but laugh aloud at your words, his hand running over your back in soft motions, rubbing at your hips to help keep the aches away from you. He would give into anything you asked of him in a heartbeat, and if you wanted him to lay on top of you to feel better, he would do it. 

“Alright, pretty baby. One boyfriend weighted blanket coming up.” He stands up and stretches out before he lays down, his weight practically smushing you into the mattress. You let out a sigh of relief at the constant pressure against your body, helping the pain and tiredness fade in the moment. You can see him rummaging through a grocery bag next to your bed through your peripheral vision, and letting out a snort of laughter when he pulls out a giant tub of Advil. 

You try to keep a straight face when he puts it on your side table, right in your line of sight, but you can't help the giggles that leave your lips. “That thing could cure a small village of aches and pains, honey.” you chew your lip in a half attempt to stay quiet. 

You can feel Joel shrug on top of you, pressing a kiss to the back of your head. “Wanted to make sure you were all good this weekend, I’m not leaving you for a damn second.” he murmurs against your hair “Got some soup on the way too, know you barely eat anythin’ anyway.” your heart was overflowing with how much love you had for this man. The one who had offered to take you to your appointment, to get a vasectomy so that you wouldn't have to go through the pain of this, your perfect man.