#because my back couldn't handle sitting at the computer

[skayafair]

A belated Happy Birthday to one and only Elizabeth Bellanger! <3

[gabbytbll]

SYLUS HEADCANONS Pt 2

SFW! AND NSFW!!!!

Part 1 masterlist 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭

Love and deep space💫

Authors note: it's definitely not gonna be as good since I can't find my computer😭 so I'm stuck with my phone and I'm very limited so I hope you like it!!!! Also sylus is going to be OOC!

MDNIII!!!!!

Warnings!!:Spit kink, Cockring, Cock warming, possessive sylus!!, passing out, Chains, Wax play, Anal Penetration, Teasing, Big dick sylus!!, Dick piercing, Sex toys, P in V, Voyeurism, Eye contact, Gagging, Breath play, Humiliation.

SFW!

• He loves to take you to the gym to show off his muscles and abilities.

• He loves to randomly show up to your work with some food or just to randomly pick you up and take you home (even tho you can he insist).

• He's the type of guy that threatens your boss for over working you!

• He loves to just be around you even while he's doing his work, or just sitting there and staring at you!

• He hates when you and the twins plot a prank against him he thinks it's childish (but he loves it).

•He thinks it's funny when you get scared of a bug but he still kills it for you while giggling like a child.

•He does not get along with your coworkers, he thinks they are weak and do not deserve your time!

•He likes to think he owns you because you do everything with him and I mean everything.

•He buys you everything even tho you might not like it, you tell him something looks nice and next thing you know it's yours!

• He buys you a bike like his, even tho you don't know how to drive it or if you do know how to drive it he will still have so much fun!

NSFW AHEAD!!! MDNIII!!

Sexual content be advised

NSFW

°When the both of you are having intercourse he loves to grab your face and make your mouth open so he can spit on you or in your mouth.

°He loves to tie chains around your hands to make it more spicy in bed (plus he thinks it's better than hand cuffs because he can grab a hold of it better to pull you back on his dick!)

° He has the ball gag next to his bed in his drawer(which you didn't know about) he randomly puts it on you when your being too much of a brat!

°He loves how you sound as you have the ball gag in your mouth he likes to think it looks cute on you!

°Sometimes when he's feeling more freaky then usual he will let a candle burn on the nightstand to use it on you.

°He loves watching the wax roll down your chest or your thighs,stomach,etc he thinks it's hot.

°He likes when you try to make him submit(aka putting a Cock ring on him) he uses it against you in ways you didnt expect.

°He will make you cock warm him if you put a cock ring on him in his mind he thinks if I suffer then you suffer, he loves how you get desperate for him to move.

°Since he loves to randomly surprise you by showing up where ever you are he has caught you masturbating multiple times so he just sits there watching you unnoticed while hard.

°He never had a dick piercing but he heard you talking about it with one of your friends and saying how pleasing it might be, the next day he got a frenum piercing (but he was sad he couldn't have sex with you for a while to let it heal)

°While he's fucking you he loves to choke you hard enough to where your face gets red while he makes you stare into his eyes (he does this rarely just when he's in a bad mood and needs to let off steam).

°He left a vibrator in your pussy when you and him tried anal for the first time to make it more pleasant for you!

°He likes to call you names in bed like slut,whore,my fuck toy,etc.

°When he's about to fuck you, he loves to tease you by slowly pushing his tip in your pussy and just pull out when you make a sound.

°One time after you and sylus had 5 rounds you passed out in the middle of him fucking you because it was to much for you to handle.

Well I hope you like it! I kinda rushed it to

But please give feedback and make sure you like and comment I appreciate it!!💫

©️ gabbytbll. do not copy, repost, or translate across other sites. do not copy my sentence structures, plot or characterization.

[kenzirr]

Y/N sat at her desk, staring blankly at the computer screen. She had been part of the BAU team for a couple of years now, and yet she always felt like an outsider. Aaron Hotchner, the unit chief, never seemed to acknowledge her contributions. While he often praised her colleagues, she never received a simple "good work" from him. The lack of recognition gnawed at her confidence and made her question her place in the team.

Feeling defeated, Y/N decided she needed a break. She approached JJ during lunch, handing her a neatly written request for a leave of absence.

"Hey, JJ. Can you pass this to Hotch for me?" Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

JJ took the paper, glancing at it briefly. "A leave of absence? Are you okay?"

Y/N forced a smile. "Just not feeling well lately. Need some time to recuperate."

Spencer, who was sitting nearby, looked up from his book. "But you never get sick, Y/N. I don't think I've ever seen you take a sick day."

JJ nodded in agreement. "Remember that time the whole team got the flu? You were the only one who didn't catch it."

Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay their concerns. "Guess I'm overdue, then."

Later that afternoon, JJ approached Aaron's office, knocking lightly on the door before entering. "Hotch, I have something for you," she said, handing him the request form.

Aaron took the paper, his eyes scanning it quickly. His brows furrowed, and he looked up at JJ, clearly upset. "A leave of absence? What's going on with Y/N?"

JJ hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "She said she's not feeling well. But Spencer pointed out that she never gets sick. I think there's more to it, Hotch."

Aaron leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. "Thank you, JJ. I'll handle it from here."

As JJ left, Aaron dialed Y/N's number, his mind racing. When she answered, he kept his tone professional. "Y/N, it's Hotch. Can you come up to my office?"

Her heart sank. She couldn't fathom what he wanted to discuss. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the worst, and headed to his office.

As she entered, she saw Aaron sitting behind his desk, his expression unreadable. He gestured for her to sit down.

"What's going on, Y/N? JJ mentioned you're taking a leave of absence because you're sick. But you don't seem ill to me," he began, his tone gentle but firm.

Y/N looked down at her hands, struggling to find the right words. "It's not physical sickness, sir. It's... I just feel unappreciated here. You never acknowledge my work. It feels like you don't like me."

Aaron's eyes softened. "Y/N, I never intended to make you feel that way. Your work is exceptional. I apologize if my behavior made you feel unvalued."

Y/N felt a surge of emotion but held back tears. "It's not just about the praise. It's about feeling like I belong here."

Aaron stood up and walked around his desk, leaning against it as he faced her. "I understand. I promise I'll do better. I value your contributions to this team, Y/N. More than you know."

Feeling a mix of relief and confusion, Y/N nodded. "Thank you, sir."

Aaron cleared his throat, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Is there anything specific that made you feel this way? I want to understand so I can improve."

Y/N took a deep breath. "There were moments when you'd commend others for their work, but you'd never acknowledge mine. I started to think I was doing something wrong or that you simply didn't like me."

Aaron shook his head. "That's not true at all. I see the dedication and effort you put into every case. Your insights have been invaluable. If I failed to express that, it's my mistake, not yours."

Y/N looked up, meeting his gaze. "Why, then? Why was it so hard for you to say anything to me?"

Aaron hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "Sometimes, when you care about someone, you find it difficult to act normally around them. I didn't want to let my feelings interfere with my professionalism."

Y/N blinked, taken aback. "Feelings? For me?"

Aaron nodded, his expression earnest. "Yes, Y/N. I admire you more than you know. But I wanted to keep things professional."

Feeling overwhelmed, Y/N stood up quickly. "I need some time to process this. I'll be taking my leave now."

Aaron watched her go, a pang of regret in his chest as she walked out of his office.

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A few weeks later, Y/N returned to work, feeling somewhat refreshed but still wary of the situation with Aaron. She tried to focus on her tasks, but the memory of their conversation lingered in the back of her mind.

One evening, as they wrapped up for the day, Aaron approached Y/N's desk. "Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment?"

She looked up, slightly nervous. "Of course, sir."

He smiled, a rare but genuine expression. "Would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Dinner? As in... a date?"

Aaron nodded, taking a step closer to her. "Yes. I've realized that the reason I avoided talking to you was because you make me feel something I've never felt before. I want to get to know you better, outside of work."

Y/N felt a flutter of anxiety. "I... I don't know what to say."

Aaron gently placed his hands on her curvy hips, steadying her. "Just say yes. Let me show you how much you mean to me."

Her mind raced, but she nodded slowly. "Okay, Aaron. I'll go."

[poppykreslina]

Robert Hawkins info Post :

He was a big music fan, here’s a list of artists Rob liked.

1. MushroomHead

2. HIM band

3. BlackStreet

4. Misfits

5. Dr Dre

6. DMX

7. Lil wyte

8. Judas Priest

9. Dope

10.Wall

Anything besides country music

His close Friend he was living with at the time told me about the time when he seen Rob return to school after being sent away. He said “ So a couple years go by and l'm in computer class and he's just like heyyyy what's up man and I go holy shit Robby what's up like where have you been. And I remember him telling me he was like man I got sent away like I tried to kill my step mom because she was being a bitch I sprayed raid on her food. And to me at the time I was like kind of laughing like are you serious and just it sounded so stupid it was kind of funny and l'm just like wth hell but we started talking again just immediately picked up right where we left off we were laughing like hyenas never laughed so hard in my life”

“ We would tell jokes and stories and make fun of people and this time it was like we were best friends I'd see him in the halls and say hi but we never hung out out side of class”

His friend also told me about Kaci. The girl he cheated on like twice

“ I knew Kaci and we were talking and they met then rob asked me if Kaci could come over and yeah they hooked up in my basement lol

I could hear it and it was the funniest thing ever”

“ I remember when he got her too like I was jealous because I had a crush on her for the longest and she was hot she liked me but as soon as she met Rob she was just like omg he's the sexiest person I ever seen and I'm like who rob and you look at him and he's all feeble and like ohhh h-h-heyyyy”

“ My friends were there too and yeah... He put the work in on that poor girl

She was screaming his name and you just heard this smacking noise we were like damn rob”

The girl Rob threatened

“ So the girl that he threatened or whatever was his ex girlfriend and I don't know what they were arguing about but I think it was because he wanted to go back to his girlfriend Kaci he cheated on her with that girl and then he apologized to Kacie said he loved her and didn't want to be with the other girl and she flipped out or something and he just said like leave me alone or l'm gonna k*ll you

He”

About Robs mom Molly

“ That's what really pissed him off too is his mom didn't want anything to do with him at all until she found out he was living with us and he even told me like man my mom's being all nice I think his mom was just jealous or she thought we had money or something but she tricked him into letting her back in his life and she let him borrow that jeep and he was so happy he's like man I finally got wheels my mom is talking to me then she did what she always did she turned in him told him how pathetic he was and that she wanted all her stuff back and that what did it. He couldn't handle it anymore and he snapped

Idk what that lady's problem is but shes evil”

Friend telling me what it was like when living with him

“ I just remembered like sitting down at the dinner table with him and my parents and we would be eating steak like regularly my dad always got good beef and grilled all the time he would always say how good everything was

And he like our dogs was always petting them”

Fake Fight Scene Vids

“We did like fake fight scenes and off roading four-wheeling we go to gun range film us shooting stuff we made a manikin and threw at people from inside the woods

I had this crappy purple truck but I cut the exhaust off it and put mud tires on it and we like tricked it out we put big huge stereo speakers in the back and black lights“

1. He was 5’7 (I asked a family member so don’t question it 😐)

2. He taught his sisters how to do the “blood” sign

3. His friends grandma made him a blanket and Rob said it was the best thing ever given to him. When the grandma passed away he even cried.

4. He had a stonery type voice lol

5. He would smoke a pack of cigarettes in one day

6. He worked at McDonald’s and Runza

7. Day before the shooting his friend tested out his gun while Rob was at work because he thought they were going to the shooting range the next day . When Rob found out about it he was furious telling his friend “you’re not supposed to touch that” going off on him.

Concerts Rob Went to

MushroomHead (2004)

Kottonmouth (2006-7??) Rob and His friend got kicked out of the venue because they were both caught smoking pot

All info found out by me

[gumnut-logic]

Lego Volcano (Part 6)

Alexander Sweetapple series | Lego Volcano - Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

I wrote more :D And this was fun :D

Still @idontknowreallywhy, @sofasurf @womble1 and @sailing-on-a-puddle and other wonderful Thunderfam peeps’ fault :D

Extra special thanks to @onereyofstarlight for actually writing a few small bits of this as I fell out of my knowledge zone and needed serious help, and also for Kiwi advice regarding Alex - gotta help an Aussie speak Kiwi because I miss lots of things. We all speak English, but differently :D Couldn't do this without you.

All the hugs to those who commented and reblogged yesterday's chapter. You guys keep Alex alive :D

This little fic is now nearly 10,000 words long, like 9,950+

M/M and full of fluff still.

I hope you enjoy this bit :D

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o-o-o-

Scott woke groggy and hot.

It was to be expected. Apparently he was sick. Damnit. Anger and frustration flared in his belly and most of the groggy part of waking up was washed away.

A tickle in his aching throat had him swallowing hard.

He opened his eyes to the infirmary. He sighed. Grandma and Virgil were going to be intolerable.

His throat tickled again and he shifted on the bed, looking for the expected cup of water. Sure enough, there it was on his bedside table. Virgil was wonderfully predictable at times.

He reached out and his body creaked as he sat up, but the cool water was a balm on his throat and worth every movement.

His tablet was sitting beside the water and he grabbed at it eagerly. He needed to reply to Jack, their lawyer, regarding the latest suit from Fischler. Jack quite enjoyed tossing Fischler’s lawyers around the courtroom, but Scott would prefer a quick end to the latest shenanigans, both he and Jack had better things to do.

His tablet lit up…in green. Oh, damn.

John has restricted your access. Play a computer game, read a book, or watch a movie. International Rescue and Tracy Industries are all being expertly handled. Carly has her instructions. John and I have your back. Relax, Scooter.

Scott let air out between his teeth.

PS: Please look after Alex for me.

Huh? Scott frowned. But as if to answer his unspoken question, a snuffle alerted him to the fact there was someone else in the room.

The tablet landed on the sheets as he realised Alex Sweetapple was sleeping in the chair beside his bed. The lanky engineer was sprawled haphazardly across the furniture, blond hair sticking out in all directions.

Virgil had obviously snuck in at some point as there was a pillow in the man’s lap.

The thought of Virgil sobered him. His brother had been so sick, and now Scott was off rota…damn. He shifted on the bed, frustrated.

Alex muttered something, curled around the pillow and onto his side, now looking even more uncomfortable than before.

He snorted in his sleep.

Scott eyed the man. He couldn’t ask for a better employee, but he was a walking hazard, mostly to himself and apparently he was hazardous in his sleep as well.

And Virgil loved him.

The thought brought a small smile to Scott’s face. It was so good to see Virgil so happy. Alex was smart, goofball or no, and seemed to be able to match his brother on engineer topics - the two of them could babble excitedly for hours.

He was also very loyal. Tia’s reports were shining, Alex was definitely an asset, he worked hard.

The worship in his eyes was occasionally hard to handle. ‘Mr Tracy’ wasn’t sure he could live up to the reverence accorded him.

But Virgil loved Alex.

And that was enough.

He sighed again and let his gaze rest on the ceiling. The very worst part of being sick was the boredom.

His tablet bleeped.

He grabbed it.

A system of equations filled over half the screen.

Oh, so that is how it is, John? Going to distract me with math, are you?

But even as he thought it, the numbers started taking shape. He'd need a Jacobian matrix to approximate the first part of the solution, unless he applied an RK4 numerical method... knowing John, he'd need a justification showing the minimisation of error.

His lips curled up to one side. Okay, let’s do this.

-o-o-o-

Alex woke to humming.

He cracked open an eyelid to find he had shoved his face into a pillow at some point - explained the struggle to breathe.

His neck creaked as he moved and as his body came online, he realised he had fallen asleep on the wrong furniture again. Erica probably had photos.

Again.

The humming was interrupted by a dry cough, but after a moment started up again.

It sounded happy.

Alex unfolded and found himself in a hospital room? Wha-? But then his brain booted fully, supplying him with details of last night and Mr Tracy-

Mr Tracy!

Alex sat up straight and the chair teetered. A wobble, two feet on the ground and he managed to prevent himself from falling on his head, but it did all get the blood pumping and consciousness clear and functioning.

Mr Tracy was sitting up in bed and…writing on the bed sheets.

Wha-?

His boss had a black marker in his hand, had spread out the sheets on the bed and was methodically making notations.

While humming some triumphant overture, his voice cracking here and there, proving he was still the sick man Alex had caught early this morning.

What was he writing?

With yet another creak, Alex quietly pushed himself to his feet and every muscle complained. Wasn’t the first time he had slept awkwardly, wouldn’t be the last, but he was more concerned with the numbers Virgil’s brother was writing down…was that a Jacobian matrix?

His eyes danced over the somewhat smudged digits on the bed. Numbers and letters lined up in chains, reading them…omigod…

“That’s beautiful!”

The humming ended in a squawk. “Alex!” The ‘A’ in his name cracked and Mr Tracy sounded more like his youngest brother than himself as his voice skipped up an octave.

But Alex only had eyes for the work on the sheets. “How did you get such a perfect solution?”

“Wha-? Oh,” he cleared his throat again, “John likes to distract me with math.”

“I’d say he succeeded.”

Mr Tracy grunted and coughed again.

There was a smudge of black ink on his cheek.

The numbers were just amazing. “How did you get that solution?”

Mr Tracy’s eyes darted between Alex and the numbers on the sheets “You can read that?”

“God, yeah.”

He stared at Alex a moment longer before pointing out a particular section. “John thought he could catch me here. The variable could easily be switched out and replaced with a static whole number - it would solve it perfectly, but a bit on the boring side. If you input an exponential function here, however, it creates a whole array of possibilities.”

Alex focussed on the equations. Whole number, yes, he could see that, the answer was clear. But if he threw in the function…the numbers just danced. “That’s so elegant. The pattern is perfect.”

“Yeah.” Scott was grinning.

Alex looked up to see those tired bruised eyes lighting up.

John was apparently right.

Scott liked maths.

Now this was a language Alex could speak.

“What happens if you put in a polynomial?”

-o-o-o-

Virgil yawned. He really wasn’t up to it, but he had to do it. Much better than Scott killing himself.

Two would be landing momentarily, with a furious Gordon aboard, and he needed to help his brothers with post-situation protocol…and possibly talk Gordon down from something vicious…that John had probably already enacted…yeah, his brothers were chaos itself.

But their hearts were in the right place.

Earlier he had checked on his biggest brother and found both him and Alex asleep in the infirmary. Grandma had left firm instructions with John adding his own version of early morning events.

Fortunately, while Scott was still very warm, he was finally getting some rest. The bed readings provided some reassurance.

Alex was a gymnast in sleep as usual. The man could sleep anywhere in some of the most outlandish positions. It certainly wasn’t the first time Virgil had needed to dig up a pillow or picked up his boyfriend and haul him off to bed.

He was adorable when he was asleep.

Of course, mentioning this when Alex was awake brought on all the flushed embarrassment which had its own adorableness that always needed to be kissed away - any excuse, really.

So Virgil was smiling when he gently tucked the pillow under Alex’s head.

And the thought had him smiling right now.

But before Two landed and almost inevitably disturbed Scott, Virgil wanted to check on him.

To his surprise, as he approached the infirmary, laughter was echoing down the hall.

“He really thought that?”

“Yeah, to infinite decimals and beyond.”

That prompted more laughter which suddenly dissolved into coughing and had Virgil hurrying into the room.

Which was not the room he had left earlier.

The infirmary was draped in bedsheets, a cupboard left askew where they had originally been folded neatly. Now they were stuck up on the walls with surgical tape and draped over the curtain rails.

And covered in mathematical notation.

At the centre of the room sat Scott in bed scribbling with the black markers Virgil had left behind earlier in the hope that John would be able to trigger a math distraction.

Apparently, he had.

But he hadn’t thought his boyfriend would end up with black smudges all over his face and hands.

Because Alex was beside his brother, holding the bed sheet so Scott could write on it.

“I think we should cube this.” Alex pointed at a spot on the sheet. “It will look good.”

“Hmm, I think a factor of…seven will be prettier.”

Prettier?

“You could be right. It definitely needs to be an odd number. Even would be too regular.”

“Yeah.” Scott scribbled something. “What if we cube this and seven that. They’ll work nicely together.”

“Oh, I like that. Follow that one through.”

As Virgil watched, Scott jotted down several lines in his smooth precise hand. His tongue was sticking out the side of his mouth as his eyes darted back and forth, calculations bouncing in the blue.

Alex’s eyes were following the numbers and every now and again, he would make a suggestion or ask a short question…

“Oh, I see what you mean. The seventh iteration is just perfect.”

“The third isn’t that bad either. That’s why they work so well together.”

Virgil found himself grinning like a loon. He knew Alex could speak math. You didn’t get to do any engineering without math. But he had no idea he could speak at Scott level math. Hell, even John got lost sometimes at Scott level.

And to see the two of them so relaxed in each other’s presence…

“Virgil?” Scott was suddenly frowning at him. “You okay?”

“Virgil!” Alex dropped the sheet and hurried over. “Are you okay? I’m sorry, I was helping Scott and then fell asleep and then…did you know Scott likes maths? Not just maths, but real maths? The fun stuff?” His boyfriend was positively vibrating.

Virgil couldn’t help but grin. He placed his hands on Alex’s arms. Seriously, the man was bouncing. “I’m fine. And yes, Scott likes math. I didn’t know you liked to play, though.”

“Oh, um, sometimes.” His eyes darted back to Scott for a moment. “Usually I stick to applied math, and I’m certainly not at Tracy level.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” He leant up, kissed Alex gently on the cheek and whispered in his ear. “If you can keep up with Scooter here, you’re definitely up there.”

“You sure you’re okay?” Alex brushed his fingers across Virgil’s left temple.

He let his head drop against his boyfriend’s shoulder. “I’m tired, but I’m fine.” He looked over at his brother. “I’m more concerned about Scott.”

But his big brother was peering at the sheets again, eyes wide. It was obvious he had thought of something.

The marker came down and scribbled another line.

“But then again, he’s resting and amused.” Virgil’s ears picked up the approach of Thunderbird Two. He looked up at Alex. “Keep him distracted a little longer?” Alex really did have dark eyes, Virgil could stare into them all day.

“Sure.”

Scott was muttering something about a polynomial.

“Thank you.” Thunderbird Two roared into land as Virgil leant up and kissed Alex, clinging just that moment longer before letting him go.

“Hey, Scooter, zero point nine to infinity still doesn’t equal one.”

“Virgil!” His brother’s outrage was echoed by Alex’s sudden ‘What?!”

Virgil just laughed as he left them to it.

Their discussion of his lunacy followed him down the hall.

-o-o-o-

TBC

[bye-shou]

hex haywire × afab!reader

smut, mdni ❗ (unless you can handle it then go for it lol)

characters : hex haywire

warnings : 🔞 ❗, minors do not interact❗

aphrodisiacs, semi-public sex, more than hex getting pussy drunk probably idk how to write stuff like that uhh sorry if this disappoints you lolol

do not interact if you are sensitive to content marked with exclamation mark(s) / ❗

summary : you go to hex's office to bring him lunch, and maybe in an attempt to seduce him.

I tried cooking this as fast as I could 🙏🙏

for the person who requested (in a way??) this

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you decided to go to hex, your boyfriend's office because his lunch "wasn't ready yet", so you said that you would drop it off at his office.

but, in reality, you purposely lied to try and seduce you boyfriend, to see if he would do the unholy things with you even when he was on duty.

you headed to the 5th floor of his office building, successfully making it past the lady at the counter by proving that you are an employee's partner.

you knock on hex's door, hoping ths6t he would answer.

"come in." hex said, as you open the door and enter his office.

"oh, dear? are you here to drop off my lunch?" he asks, seeing the lunch box you're holding.

"yeah! um, can i stay here while you work? i wanna see you react to my cooking, hehe." you say, as an excuse to stay at his office.

"okay, but it's still a thirty minutes before lunch. you'll have to stay here for a bit. i hope that's okay." he says softly.

"that's completely fine!" you say. "can i sit here?" pointing at a nearby armchair.

"yes, you can sit there." he says, before going back to his work.

you can't help but stare at his arms, moving fast while typing on his keyboard.

your dirty mind is thinking of... some things.

you blush a little, before brushing it off.

when lunch time came, hex washed his hands. then, hex took out the lunch box you brought him and opened it.

inside, you packed him some homemade pasta, and some chocolate strawberries for desserts.

you also packed him some herbal tea, since you knew he had a chronic cough.

"thank you, my love." hex says, before digging in.

you grin to yourself slightly.

the chocolate strawberries you made were dark chocolate.

and the herbal tea... had aphrodisiac herbs brewed to them.

he finished eating, and washed his hands after.

"so~ how was it?" you say smirking slightly, seeing if the chocolate covered strawberries had taken effect yet.

"it was great. thank you, darling." he kissed your forehead, and went back to work.

you decided to test the waters, sitting on his lap.

"oh? okay, you can sit there." hex says, before pressing a light kiss on your head and looking back at his computer screen.

you take off your oversized jacket, revealing a thin black tank top and some short shorts.

hex gulps, and you notice, but he brushes it off.

you subtly grind on him, wondering if he'll notice. and he sure did.

you notice how his skin is getting warmer as he tries to focus on his work.

"dear, i'm working..." he says, his blush very obvious.

you ignore what he just said, grinding harder on him.

"gosh." he grabs your hips, sitting you on the desk while you gasp.

he gets up, and gets on his knees.

"we're in a working environment. and i shouldn't be doing this, by the way." he says, taking off the bad of your shorts and revealing your underwear with some wet patches.

"so, i can't use my cock right now. so you'll have to bear my tongue." (omfg why is this so cringe) hex then takes off your underwear, revealing your soaked pussy.

"oh? wet already?" he asks, teasing your clit with a lick.

"mm- mhm...!" you couldn't say a thing.

he didn't say anything afterwards, instead just thrusting his tongue in and out of his favorite meal.

it was still lunch hour, so you guys had 30 or so minutes.

he kept up his pace, and you wonder on how he doesn't get tired.

however, those thoughts were knocked away when his tongue enters in deeper.

his nose is bumping on your clit, and you moan out in pleasure.

his tongue keeps going over some sensitive areas in your vagina, making you squirm even more.

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you kind of regret giving him aphrodisiacs now.

you expected this to be a quickie, maybe around 4 or 5 minutes, but he's been doing this for 10.

every time you try to push him away, he always begs for more, to let him eat you out for a little longer.

you voice is tired from moaning, and your pussy is puffy after being abused, hex biting your clit lightly and sucking on it.

you can't take it anymore, you've came on his face for several times now.

but still, he keeps going. he doesn't care how messy it is.

you keep moaning, and so does hex. the pleasure is overwhelming for you right now, especially since he's been sucking on your pussy for some time now, without stopping.

you keep convincing him, trying to get him to stop going at you, using work and his job.

however, he doesn't budge.

"please stop it, hex...! lunch is almost over...!" you moan out, and ride out your high again.

he just whines, his need for you just growing more and more.

hex finally pulls away, his face messy and his hair sticking to his face from swearing.

he looks at how messed up you look, and gazes at you apologetically.

"sorry, dear... i don't know what happened to me there..." hex takes a cloth and cleans his face, and getting another one to clean your thighs.

"it's okay... i liked it." your voice reassuring, though you surely are tired.

you head home, proud of yourself for successfully seducing hex.

when hex finishes work, he comes home, and takes care of you some more.

you two have some... time, together, and clean up in the end.

you were worn out, shaking and gasping, while your pussy was abused and getting sore.

filled up to the brim with hex's cum, your thighs were also covered in his and your own releases.

hex carries you to the bathroom, and setting you down inside the bathtub already filled with warm water.

he starts gently washing you down with scented soap, making sure to get every nook and cranny.

when you were both done, he carried you to bed and you both had some cuddles, eventually sleeping right next to each other with a smile on both of your faces.

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dhsgdb there's more plot than smut i'm sorry

it's because i'm a virgin + i don't know how to write smut v well lolol

not my best work by at least i tried to write it 🥹

sorry i don't watch hex often

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not letting an autistic kid join my group?

Okaayy this requires a LOT of backstory so bear with me on this.

I am 16F and the kid in question is 16M. I shall call him Tyler. I've known Tyler for like 3 years, never really been friends with him but he has been in my classes many times. Tyler is very blatantly autistic, which means it's very easy for people to pick on him. Other kids will be dicks to him and rile him up because they think it's funny. I am also nd but am quite good at masking so I don't get picked on but I am still a loner. Y'know the stereotypical quiet kid. Last detail to note about Tyler, he never does any of the classwork. Every time I have been in class with him he has just watched youtube on his laptop and will not do the work unless a teacher forces him to. This is important to note for my first major encounter with Tyler when I was 13.

There was a group project and everyone had to pick a partner to do a presentation, standard school stuff you get the gist. Me and Tyler ended up being the last ones left so we got paired together. The problem was that he did not pull his own weight. I had to sit with him and slowly walk him through the stuff we had to do for the project. Then I told him I would do X part of the project and he would do Y part of the project. He agreed and I went to work on it. The next day I asked if he had done anything, he hadn't. I sympathized with this because I also have executive dysfunction and very much struggle with completing things so I told him it was fine, he just had to work on it today and to send it to me once he was done. So I got home and waited for him to send me his part of the project but of course, it never came. So I ended up having to do literally EVERYTHING myself at the last minute. I went to the computer room to finish it at break time and lo and behold who do I see but Tyler in the computer room watching youtube. I gave him a firm telling off because I was hella pissed that while I was stressing out trying to do a group project by myself he was doing fuck all. He obviously felt bad but I was still rather pissed. So on the day of the presentation I did something admittedly very petty in that I forced him to do his part in the presentation despite him never seeing the presentation before. So he obviously struggled a lot. But that was that and I was quite certain I didn't want to work with him again. Flash forwards a bit, he tries to sit with me. I don't want to be an ass so I let him. The thing is that he was completely clueless about all the work so I ended up having to be like a surrogate teacher, walking him through everything. Again. The thing is, I couldn't get my own work done if I was stuck being Tyler's tutor. I was like "Fuck this. I'm not his teacher! I'm not even getting paid for this!!" So I started actively avoiding sitting with him so I could actually get shit done and he seemed to get the hint.

Now, to the present. He happens to be in the same class as me and asked if he could be in my group and I ignored him. I felt bad about it but I did not want to be handholding this kid. He seems to be actively trying to get my attention and trying to interact with me but I am just not interested. Especially since he seems to think that doing things like flicking water at me or slamming doors in my face is a good way to get my attention. I've tried to make it very clear I don't like this behaviour but he keeps doing it. In the most recent incident he randomly poked my back when I was crouching down to pick something up. I really hate being touched so I snapped at him but I feel guilty about it now. I feel like I could've handled it better because he clearly doesn't pick up emotional cues very well. And clearly he's just lonely, which I get but I feel he burnt this bridge a while ago and is just blasting the remains with a flamethrower.

So tumblr, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[i-heart-yellowstone]

41 - The Search for Faith Dutton

Part 42

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Please leave thoughts and comments below ❤️

Oil House 

Ainsley and her father Tommy were sitting on the couch staring at her computer before he got a call from his work and started his long day.  They had been working on their plan the second he had gotten home after dropping his son and girlfriend off at the man-camp.   

Tommy scanned his eyes over the computer screen pointing to the note that dealt with the Rodeo.  “When was she competing in the rodeo?” 

“It looks to be when she was high school age.  She won a few medals and even appeared on TV to do an interview.  Look here.” His daughter spun the computer more towards her father, hitting play on the YouTube video. 

The person doing the interview asked.  “So why do you do Rodeo, Ms. Dutton?” 

“I do it because it's fun.  Most people may think I do this for the awards but it's not true.  I don't really care if they think I'm the Rodeo Queen.” The girl in question appears to be 16 or 17 years old.  Hair in pigtails and a tan cowgirl hat on her head with a grin on her lips. 

Someone knocked on the front door causing the pair to pause their search looking at one another.  “Were you expecting someone?” 

“No, you?” Ainsley shook her head no. 

Her father ignored it and went back to tapping on the computer flipping through pictures of Faith posting with horses and some with a few other kids.  “Who are these people?  Friends or something?” The picture he clicked on was her standing with one boy and one shorter girl and a clear landscape of green and blue sky behind them. 

His daughter paused pointing her finger to the shorter girl wearing a cowgirl hat too big for her head it looked t9 be falling off.  “I'm guessing it's a younger sister.”  The little girl looks very close to Faith, but she has bright blonde hair and brown eyes. 

“And the boy?” Tommy asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders.  “Ex boyfriend maybe.” The boy had slightly darker brown hair than Faith but they had different eye color. 

“Why don't her parents have her boyfriend's phone number?” They heard a female voice ask outside the window.  You couldn't see inside because they had closed all the blinds. 

A male voice responds.  “Hell if I know why they don't.  I just got a call saying I need to check on her.  Are you sure this is the right address?’ 

“Yes.  I remember her saying the name Tommy when she left our room.  Plus she'd never cheat on Cooper.” 

Ainsley spun around on the couch carefully peeking through the curtains seeing a girl and an older looking cowboy standing at their front door.  “Daddy, there's strangers on our porch.  What do we do?” 

“Hide your computer in the bedroom and hide behind the kitchen counter.  I'll handle them.” She followed her father’s instructions quietly going up the stairs and coming back down and hiding but peeking around where she could see the interaction when he opens the front door.  “Can I help you two  - argh - fuck!” 

Tommy got shoved against the nearest wall by Travis who bared his teeth demanding answers from the oil man.  “Where is she?  Tell me where she is!” 

“Daddy!” Ainsley cried out from her hiding place. 

Caroline slowly walked into the rental house standing beside Travis giving a sad look.  “I'm sorry, Mr. Norris.  We're just looking for my roommate.” 

“Who’s your roommate?” Tommy coughed attempting to push one of the hands off his throat. 

“Faith Dutton.” Caroline replied. “Can you tell us where she is, please?” 

“You better not be holding her hostage here, asshole!” Travis snapped back at him. 

Ainsley rose from her hiding spot with tearful eyes.  “Please don’t hurt my daddy.  Daddy, tell them where you dropped my brother off.” 

“We just wanna make sure she's safe, Mr. Norris.” Caroline softly spoke. 

Tommy pushed on Travis's harsh grip, coughing out his answer in breaths. “They’re  - at the - mancamp.  Oh god -” 

“Take us there.” Travis released his grip and the old oil man collapsed onto the floor of his home trying to catch his breath. 

Tommy slowly got up from the floor and his daughter rushed over helping him stand since he didn’t have good balance.  “Fine but my daughter comes with me - fucking cowboy.” Travis nodded walking outside to his truck. 

“Sorry, I didn't know he was going to do that.” Caroline apologies following the cowboy and the pair outside to their trucks to go see her roommate. 

Dutton ranch  - Alissa’s pov 

It was nightfall on the ranch and we still hadn't heard anything from Travis on whether our daughter was safe or not.  My mother and sister had come over from work hearing the news from John.  John was standing in front of the fireplace with one hand resting on the stone, staring into the flames.  “Do we have any news from Travis on my granddaughter?” 

“No.  Kayce called him at 8am and it's almost 9 o'clock now.” 

“Now you know the stress you put on your father and I before you got pregnant.” My mother scoffed under her breath sipping on a cup of hot chocolate. 

Whipping my head around I gasped standing near my father in law. “What did you say?” 

“I said now you know how we felt in your teenage years.” She responded back, tapping the side of her cup with her freehand.  “When you were 13 until 17 your father and I never knew what kind of trouble you were in.  We only knew you were likely with Kayce and your other friends.  And now the same thing is happening with my granddaughter Faith.  It's somewhat ironic to me.” 

“Wow, mom.  Thank you for that information that just scare the crap out of me even more.” Spinning on my feet I harshly paced back and forth in front of the couch, feeling a tightness in my chest growing. 

My mother gave me a weak look.  “Alissa, I was just trying to lighten the mood.  She could be perfectly fine like you always were.” 

“Or she could be in serious trouble, mom!” 

Alana calmly entered the conversation.  “Lissa, if I know my niece.  She's resilient just like her mother.” 

“You know what, I can't talk about this right now.” I stomped across the door, throwing the door open and slammed it shut behind me.  Standing near the porch railing I bent my head down laying my head in my hands crying for a good minute until I heard someone call my name softly behind me. 

“Alissa.  Are you okay, darling?” 

Barely lifting my head up from my hands I whisper out the person's name.  “Kayce?” 

“Come here, homey.” He rubbed my back, taking my hand in his leading me over to the porch swing.  Together we sat down on the wooden swings and he wrapped his arms around my shaking form. 

Burying my face against his chest I stained his shirt with tears. “What if she's hurt or worse.” 

“We can’t think that way, Lissa Rae.” He spoke into the air. 

Looking up into his eyes I croaked.  “How are you so calm right now?” 

“I already had my freak out.  If your mother asks, a raccoon threw her gravel driveway to hell, not my truck.” 

I chuckled at the image laying my head back on his chest and he kissed my forehead.  “The first time Faith looked like your younger twin was when she rode a horse by herself.  Do you remember that?” 

“I'll never forget it.” Kayce responded and I weakly smiled at the memory. 

It was a cloudy day on the ranch but that didn't damper our daughter's excitement.  Today she would be getting her own horse to ride when she turned 13 years old.  “I’m so excited, mama.” She bound up and down walking beside me. 

“I can tell sweetie.” I grinned down at her seeing her father lead the light brown horse down from the horse trailer that was near the fence area.  “Hopefully she’ll be a good horse for her.  Don’t you think, Kayce?” 

Faith slowly walked towards the horse that made a noise until her father stopped petting the side of its head.  “How do I get up on her, grandpa?” 

John came up behind her offering out his hand that was extended for me with a wooden box sitting beside my horse since she wasn’t as tall.  “Just put your right foot in the strup and swing your leg over the other side of the saddle.” He explained seeing her lift her body up onto the horse and swung her left leg over the saddle, shifting until she felt comfortable on it. 

Petting her horse's nose I smiled up at my firstborn sitting on her horse.  She tipped her cowgirl hat up slightly so we could see her face better.  “How do I look, mama?” 

“Like a natural, babygirl.” I grinned and the two men with me mirroring the same expression as I did. 

“Don’t bounce against the horse.  All right.” Her father raised his freehand in the air bringing his hand down while he explained. “When the horse bounces up, let it stand you in the stirrups.  And when it comes down, sit back in the saddle.” 

“Be careful and don’t stay out too late.” I called out to her when she gently tugged the reins and walked to the open gate.  John, Kayce and I watched her ride off into the green fields, howling up to the sky with such innocence in her voice. 

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[booboodaddysblog]

Let’s talk…

Warnings: none, just talking and healing hearts

Words: 1882

Marg was glad to be back at work. She sat down at her desk and started up her computer. She didn't know if Colin was already at work or not. She knew that they had planned to have lunch together today.... But in her mind she still had an unpleasant parting. Then she saw Colin at the bar and her heart broke into a million pieces again. He looked sad, drunk and lonely. She felt sorry for him. She wanted them to get along somehow, after all, in seven months she was due to give birth to a child that was his.

Suddenly she heard footsteps in the hallway. She looked toward the window. It was Colin. He stopped for a moment in front of her door. He looked at her and seemed to smile slightly. He walked into his office.

Colin had already been working for about an hour. He wasn't exactly feeling well. He had a hangover. His head hurt and every louder sound irritated him. But when he saw Marg and her smile. He felt better, or at least he thought he did.

He walked into his office and set his coffee mug on his desk. For a moment he wondered what he should do now. They had a lunch appointment, which he was honestly looking forward to. He looked at his watch. It was 10 a.m. The break is usually around 12.

- It would be useful to say hello - he thought aloud.

He went out into the hallway and knocked on Marg's door.

- Come in, Colin - she smiled and looked at him.

Marg looked at him in silence. Colin looked tired. His eyes were sad, she could see it from a distance, but they were shining nonetheless, he looked like he was slightly drunk. He hadn't shaved, his hair wasn't perfectly styled, as was his habit.

He also looked at her wondering what she was thinking about now. He furrowed his eyebrows, he still wasn't sure what he wanted to talk to her about. But since he had already made the effort to come to her office something had to be said...

- Hello, Marg.

- Hello, Colin.

Without taking his eyes off her, he sat down on one of the chairs.

- I... sorry to disturb you, but I just wanted to come here and talk to you a little... before we go to lunch, and… - he fell silent for a moment - is it okay?

For a while she looked at him and said nothing. She had doubts, but finally broke through.

- I thought we would only talk at lunch. But no problem, now we can too. What do you want to talk about? Have you rethought your behavior a bit?

Marg stared at him waiting for an answer.

He sighed, wondering how exactly to answer this question. He didn't want to lie to her, but he wanted to sound like someone who at least somewhat understood his mistakes.

- I thought about it a lot... and... and yes, I have come to the conclusion that I was completely wrong about all of this... about the whole situation... I really screwed everything up...

He hoped that what he just said sounded right. He had been putting it together in his head for a long time.

She nodded, listening to what he was saying.

- We both know you screwed up. You hurt me a lot, you know? Because of you, I sleep very poorly. And I think too much. It's not my style. I feel bad about all this. I really don't understand why you treated me this way.

She didn't look at him. She got up to pour herself some water. When she did she didn't sit back down at her desk, she looked out the window and slowly drank the water. She found it hard to look at Colin.

He closed his eyes. He felt bad to see her in such a state. She looked exhausted and as if she still hadn't come to terms with what he had done to her. He felt the urge to go up to her and hug her, but he knew he wasn't allowed to do that yet until things between them were fully cleared up.

- I'm really sorry, I really messed everything up and I just... I couldn't think of the right way to handle the situation... It was all a complete failure on my part and I regret everything I said...

She still did not turn to him. She only nodded her head.

- Yes, Colin... I really thought I could trust you. You promised me so much and assured me that you would take care of me... me and the baby. However, you did not keep your word. You just gave up.

Finally she turned and looked at him, she was sad.

He looked into her eyes, although with great effort. He understood that her anger and sadness were definitely justified. He had to face it, he wasn't going to lose her now.

- You're right, I didn't fulfill what I promised you... I made so many mistakes, I said things I really shouldn't have said... really...

- Answer me one question. Why are you drunk, Colin? You're at work... if the chief could found out about this... eh you're really lucky he has a week off now - she sat down at her desk again and looked at him with a disgruntled expression.

Now she saw right through him. He could not continue to deny that he was not drunk. It was obvious that he had been drinking. He felt a little ashamed, but was prepared for the consequences of what was about to happen.

- I had a drink this morning to calm myself down. I didn't even think about it, I just felt so anxious. I did it not intentionally - he lowered his gaze to his hands.

- How did you get to work? I hope you didn't go by car and someone gave you a ride?- she sighed looking at him - I'm really worried about you. Even though I’m still angry at you. You are someone important to me.

He raised his eyes to her. It seemed to him that she was sympathetic to his current state, which in turn meant that she might be more sympathetic when it came to his drinking... no rather not... it's time to stop...

- Yes... yes, I had a ride... I couldn't go here myself... I still manage to think soberly. I’m not that stupid.

- That's good. And did you have anything for breakfast, or was the only this drink… this was your meal?

- Well... I just had that drink... - he said with slight embarrassment.

He knew how awful it must have sounded to her, but he really didn't feel like eating. He was so stressed to the point that he didn't even have an appetite.

She raised her eyebrows and sighed loudly.

- And you claim that alcohol will help you be less stressed? Don't be ridiculous. Pull yourself together, please - she rolled her eyes.

He was beginning to feel terrible. Nothing was working out for him. He was definitely acting like a fool, which made everything worse and made Marg lose hope that he would be able to fix himself. He now knew that drinking really wouldn't fix any of his underlying problems. He had to think about it more deeply.

- I know I sound ridiculous now, but I just... - he covered his face with his hands.

- If you promise me that you will stop drinking, I will think about starting to work on our relationship. If you want I can sign you up for therapy. I can go with you sometimes to support you - she looked at him hopefully - do it for our child who will come into this world soon, please.

He uncovered his face and looked at her. He liked what he had just heard. But it also meant that he would have to recover, stop doing all this self-destructive behavior and focus on improving himself.

- I promise... I promise you that I will stop drinking.

It seemed to him that he said it in a confident voice, even though he wasn't quite sure of it himself. He had to keep the promise he gave her, because otherwise he would probably destroy everything between them before he could fix anything.

- Well, I hope you are telling the truth. I will look for a good therapist for you. Now go back to your office. I have some work to do. We'll go to lunch at 1pm, okay? - she got up to open the door for him.

- I understand... I'll go... I'll stop drinking...

Nodding with understanding, he got up from his chair. And with these words he left her office, heading back to his own office.

- Have a drink of water, Colin - she called out after him before closing the door.

He smiled at these words and, without turning around, waved his hand in confirmation. He decided to do it, he had to take a little more care of himself, he had to stop self-harming.

He walked into the kitchen and went over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and took a sip. The cool drink sobered him slightly. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

- What’s up, Zabel?

He didn't have to turn around. He knew who had asked the question.

- Mare, oh it's so nice to see you - he turned around and smiled artfully.

- Yes, it is me. What did you screw up this time that you look so hopeless? - she squinted - were you at the meeting with the psychologist yesterday? I hope so... but somehow I don't notice any visible change.

Colin rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling.

- Mare... hmm... I really thank you for allowing me to go to this meeting... this lady messed with my head a bit. I don't know if she brightened anything for me. Rather... she forced me to help myself.

- And isn't that what a psychologist's job is to show you how to deal with problems yourself?

- I guess so...

- What did she say? Did she inspire you with something?

He was silent for a while, not knowing if it was worth talking about.

- She suggested that I should start writing down my thoughts in a notebook. Then I'm supposed to analyze them and draw conclusions. I don't know if anything will come of it.

- This is an interesting idea. She once told me about this method. I haven't tried this. I need to talk to her about it and ask if something like this would work for me - Mare also took water from the refrigerator.

- Do you have intrusive thoughts like me? - surprised Colin.

- Sometimes - she shrugged her shoulders - It's good that I don't "drown" into my thoughts like you do - she left the kitchen and left him alone.

He sighed loudly and went back to his office.

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To be continued…

@robnovetre

Promise

[bekolxeram]

Hi, I read your vague post and I saw that post with the yellow thing and honestly? I couldn't see shit, my eyesight is bad and I watched the abc vid in slow motion and still couldn't figure out a thing.

Anyway I LOVE LOVE reading your posts, I read them like I'm reading a good fanfic, even though I ignore long posts most times, I don't ignore yours.

Now here's delusional me, I love Tommy and part of me still believes he will land the plane but another part believes in the logical choice of letting the kid do it he has the knowledge so.., and either way I win because I love Tommy and the adorable kid has my heart. Like I don't care Tommy could be helping on the ground or transporting injured people to the hospital, I just want to see him 🤷🏻.

But I'm in this mood where I want my hopes and dreams to be crushed so please do post about that seating choice you were talking about, you got me very curious and I want that little delusional part of me to suffer.

My god why am I like this 🫠.

Thank you for letting me ramble 🙂‍↕️.

You know when Athena first entered the cockpit to check on the first officer, she was sitting on the left seat, but when she came back to actually fly the plane, she chose the other one. It could be due to the hole on top, but all you need to know is Jem the child prodigy ended up sitting on the left with Athena on the right.

For historical reasons, the norm in aviation, even to this day, is for captains to sit on the left and first officers on the right. (Interestingly, it's the complete opposite in a helicopter) And as I've said before, flying a highly computerized fly-by-wire airliner doesn't usually require 2 pilots controlling it like in the olden days. What a modern cockpit looks like most of the time is one pilot acting as pilot flying (PF), they take direct control of the plane, mostly for takeoff/landing. The other pilot is therefore the pilot monitoring (PM) or pilot not flying (PNF), and their duties include obviously, monitoring the flight management and control system, monitoring the PF's actions, read checklists and handle communications.

In the manual pitch down scene, Jem was the one pushing the sidestick, making direct control input, while Athena was talking on the phone with ATC. That's intriguingly kind of a working flight crew. That's actually some pretty good CRM (Crew Resource Management), better than some real life cockpits.

So yeah, kid is landing that plane.

As for the vague post, I was referring to a... uh, not really a theory, but more of an observation, that Athena seems to have both her hands on her harness when the plane is coming down in the 8x03 promo, and she would never let a kid fly that plane alone, so there must be someone else more qualified sitting next to her. (Hinting towards Tommy, I presume.) First, I hope they aren't actually landing in that shot, touching down with nose down is a very bad idea. But more importantly you basically never see 2 pilots moving their sidesticks at the same time.

It's a Skytrain™, not an Airbus, I know, but it's an Airbus cockpit set and those are Airbus sidesticks, so I'll talk about Airbus. Boeing aircrafts have yokes that are mechanically linked, when one moves the other moves the same way at the same time, so if both pilots decide to make control inputs, the other can feel it too. The sidesticks on Airbus aircrafts on the other hand, are not linked. If both pilots move their sidesticks to the same position, the computer adds up the inputs, so you'll end up with double the amount of movement you're aiming for. If they move the sidesticks in 2 different directions, the computer averages them out while yelling "dual input!" at the pilots.

Athena better not touch that sidestick if she's not 100% sure what she's doing, or else they might end up like Air France 447. (Don't click that link if you have fear of flying)

[stardust-solstice]

Ok look this is just going to be a long post of me lamenting about the ways my body makes life hard for me so if you don't want to read then by all means, skip by, I won't mind. I won't even know.

Tonight I was thinking. About how... whatever the hell my body has going on has affected me.

I still don't know what's wrong. I'm diagnosed with hypermobility arthralgia (joint pain due to hypermobility) but I really don't feel like that's all. The ways I am in pain just don't seem to line up with that fully. Does hypermobility make me feel like I need to pop my hip joint out of the socket to properly stretch it? Does hypermobility make my knees occasionally threaten to give out under me? Does hypermobility make me unable to stand comfortably for more than 15-30 minutes at a time?

I dont know. That's the issue.

Whenever I have Flare up days, or just,,, hours, I think about it. Am I really disabled? Or am I just not pushing myself as hard as I can be?

Then I think back to my last job. My reasons for leaving are varied, but one of the main things was I couldn't handle the pain of standing for four hours at a time with only a single 15 minute break. But... I look at my sister. She goes through 6-8 hour days and comes back in the same state as I'm in after only four.

Am I doing something wrong?

I dont know. But I still stand by that being a good decision. Leaving the job, I mean. It really made me realize... I'm not where I thought I was in terms of physical ability. The only reason im able to do as much as I can right now is because I've found ways to accommodate myself to the best of my ability. For example, using an electric bike instead of a manual one.

But realizing that also made me think... how am I going to make it when I'm an adult?

I'm going to college next year. And on top of the usual worries of, am I going to be able to afford it, what major am I going into, where am I going, etc, I also have to worry--will I be able to comfortably live on my own? Will I be able to find a fitting job so I can pay for college in the first place? What if I can't? What then?

I've chosen computer science as a theoretical major, because biology fell out (unrelated reasons). I think it's a good choice for me, for a lot of reasons, but also because most, if not all, compsci jobs are mostly done sitting down. I've already established that standing for long periods of time is hard for me, so a job field where I can sit is appreciated.

That doesn't solve the current issues, though. I want to earn money for personal stuff now, before it all has to go to college. And I kind of need to graduate before I can really get a substantial compsci job. So I need to find something earlier.

What do I do then? Now?

My city has a right to sit law now, but I don't know how to use that to my advantage when it comes to jobs. Not to mention, interviews haven't gone very well in the past, during the random strings of motivation to find a job I get. Then I get something bad happening and I stop.

I've been trying to earn money through my art, but it's near impossible. I don't know how to advertise it well, and for Years it's felt like to me that people online just don't like my art.

But I digress.

I... don't know how to end this, so this will have to do. I'm tired now--it's already 30 minutes past my bedtime, and the only reason im still awake is I was waiting to see if the painkiller I took would help with the Flare up (the answer is not really). So I'll be going to bed now.

[bean-bean2000]

The Hacker - Part 15 - Ending

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Status: Completed

Warnings: fluff!, adorable bucky, happy ending

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After the fake mission, you and Bucky have been inseparable and the dynamic in the team has been phenomenal. Once you returned, Tony was furious that he was left out of this entire master plan, but he was happy you and Bucky finally woke up and realized what was in front of him. However, he took this as his opportunity to annoy the living hell out of Bucky any time he would show his soft side in front of the others. This usually ended with Bucky throwing something at Tony while he runs away giggling like a teenager.

One day Steve announces that a new recruit of SHIELD members will be training at the compound. Each avenger was assigned one to train. As Steve is pairing everyone he suddenly calls your name and you turn around quizzically

"Me? What am I going to train them to do? I'm cyber nerd I don't fight."

Steve chuckles "He isn't a fighter either. You're training a new recruit for a new cyber team that Fury is creating to reinforce the cybersecurity of SHIELD. So, your job is to improve his skills and teach his your techniques."

"Oh... I um, sure? Why does SHIELD need a team? I can do it myself for the compound and SHIELD...."

"It's a lot of work, and SHIELD is very vast and complicated, no matter how talented you are, you won't be able to handle it yourself. Plus, we want you here because we trust you the most to protect this compound and the most confidential information that we hold regarding HYDRA."

"Fine... but if he annoys me, I will hack into everything he owns and use it as blackmail forever. I like my peace and he will not disturb it." you tell Steve firmly.

He scoffs and quirks a smile while Bucky chuckles and says under his breath "that's my girl", which makes you blush and walk back to your office.

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The next day the new recruits arrive. Steve introduces you to each other.

"Hi I'm Jake. Nice to meet you! I've so much about you, I'm very excited and grateful for this opportunity to work with you and learn from you!" he says very cheerily, smiling ear to ear and shaking your hand enthousiastically.

You smile awkwardly "yeah... haha.... um let me show you to the general IT office and you can show me what you know." you say while yanking your hand out of his grasp.

Bucky watches you from the corner, his new recruit is yapping away and he couldn't care less because Jake hasn't let go of your hand yet.

What's up with this guy? I don't like him.

Bucky is scowling and staring right at Jake. You turn around, feeling Bucky's gaze on you when you see him staring Jake down menacingly.

He locks eyes with you and you give him a look as to say "back off! hes just a new recruit that's an IT nerd... chill!"

Bucky scoffs and turns away, walking with his recruit to the training gym.

Sam nudges him as they walk side by side "what's with that Jake guy? You were staring him down badly..." Sam whispers to him.

Bucky says nothing but grunts in response.

Sam's eyes light up "OH MY GOD! ARE YOU JEALOUS?!" he whisper yells as Bucky elbows him in the ribs.

"No! I just don't like how he looks at her. He wouldn't let go of her hand before, she had to yank it out."

Sam shrugs "I don't know man, he's probably just some awkward computer nerd. You're literally a super soldier, don't sweat it." he says while chuckling.

Bucky grunts again as they enter the gym and go their separate ways.

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You're in the IT room, evaluating what Jake knows and how experienced his skill set is with computers. Sitting side by side, you're shwoing him a software you created to simulate a hack.

"Alright so, hack into this software without tripping off any triggers and do it under 5 minutes."

Jake smirks at you "Oh I can do better than that sweetheart. I'm a very talented man."

You brows furrow in confusion and you cringe at his creepy tone.

What the fuck did he just call me? Why is he acting like a dirtbag all of a sudden...?

You decide to ignore it and focus on evaluating his skills. He starts the simulation and 2 minutes in you feel his knee touch yours. You change position in your seat and move away when suddenly you feel his foot laying on yours.

You fidget in your seat, getting uncomfortable.

"So um, where are you at?" you ask to get your mind off of the creepy feeling you're getting.

He chuckles "Am I making you nervous, honey?"

You stare at him in disgust "what? dude, just do the simulation. This is strictly professional, and I highly suggest you back off right now."

You're getting increasingly more frustrated and creeped out while he laughs at your statement.

He turns towards you and leans in closer. You try leaning away but feel your back hit the wall behind you. He corned you.

He starts closing the gap between you two, caaging you in between his arms.

"Am I making you nervous now too? I love seeing your eyes go wide, lips parting, heart racing... and I;m not even touching you... yet.." he says as he leans in to kiss you.

You scream and push him back as hard as you can, dodging his kiss. He grunts in annoyance and pins your arms against you.

"You wanna do this the hard way? Fine. We will." he threatens you as you see his eyes darken.

You're pushing against him but he's stronger than you are.

"Stop. I said no. Back off right now." you yell at him.

He laughs at you again "Or what? Hmmm?" he mocks you.

Suddenly, you remember what Bucky had trained you to do if you were ever caught in a similar situation by an enemy.

You smirk and your stare him directly in the eyes, no longer scared but empowered.

"Or this asshole!" you yell as you quickly lift your knees to your chest and kick him backwards with all your strength.

Jake flies backwards in his office chair and you sprint out of the room. You hear Jake cursing at you, chasing you down the hall.

You make a sprint for the gym when you spot Bucky and yell his name in panic.

He immediately turns around and run towards you.

"What? What's wrong?" he asks you worried.

Before you can answer, Jake appears in the hall. Bucky immediately makes the connection and his jaw clicks. He grinds his teeth in anger and ball his hands into fists.

"Hey man, listen, she came onto me, I swear. She's just a stupid whor-"

Jake is cut short when Bucky punches him in the face. He goes flying backwards onto the floor. He holds his jaw in pain. Before he can even try to defend himself, Steve picks him up and throws him to the security guards.

"Deal with him. Black list him. I want him gone." Steve orders them firmly.

They nod as they drag him away. Jake is screaming in protest but is silenced by the elevator doors closing.

"Are you okay?" Bucky asks you, looking you over for any injuries.

Yeah, I'm fine. He tried to kiss me and he pinned me against the wall but I remembered what you taught me and I kicked him back and ran away." you explain to him.

His eyes gleam with pride "That's my girl! I'm so proud of you! But i'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you... I knew something was wrong with him I should've trust my gut -" Bucky starts rambling.

You cut him off with a kiss "Shhh, slow down. it's okay. You taught me well. I can take care of myself but I will always need you by my side." you tell him as he pulls you into a bear hug.

The rest of the day, Bucky keeps you close to him. You lean your head on his shoulder in reassurance and thanks.

"No more recruits." Bucky says to Steve as he walks past him.

"Oh come on Buck! You know I had no clue!" Steve starts defending himself.

The two super soldiers start arguing as you laugh and walk towards Natasha.

You both shake your heads and say in unison"Men." as you roll your eyes.

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A few days later and Tony's birthday is coming up. He set up an entire party, with hundreds of people, 3 bands, a DJ, multiple types of entertainment such as dancers and gymnasts.

You've never attended a birthday party, let alone even celebrated your own. You had no idea what to wear or how to dress for an event this grand. The party is tonight and you're going through your closet, pulling everything out and realizing you have no clothes fit for this event. All you have are sweatpants, leggings, oversized shirts and pyjamas. You never go out nor had a reason to go out.

You groan loudly in frustration.

You hear a knock at your door and find Natasha smiling.

"You doing okay there cyber?" she asks.

"I can't do this. I have nothing to wear for the party. I don't exactly go out. I don't think its appropriate nor will Pepper will be happy if I show up in leggings and an oversized t-shirt...."

"Follow me, you can borrow one of my outfits." She turns around and beckons you to follow.

You enter her room and she's laying out some outfits for you on her bed.

"These are all really tight... and too small i think... I don't have a body like yours Nat... I'm really flattered and thankful but I don't know if i'm comfortable wearing a tight bodycon dress...." you tell her, your voice quiet and faltering. You're embarrassed.

"Girl you are DELUSIONAL if you think you don't have a nice body. As if we all don't see the way Bucky ogles at you half the time" she teases.

"Stop filling my head with nonesense.. I honestly don't know how he could like me with a scar like this across my face...." you whisper.

"I'm not messing with you! Stop selling yourself short! You're gorgeous, you're crazy smart, you're so witty, you're so kind and caring, you need to love that body and mind of yours more! The scar on your face is nothing to hide. It shows your strength, your resilience and your loyalty. You should wear that scar with pride, not shame. If anybody understands that, it would be Bucky."

You blush at her compliments. Natasha grabs a dress from her closet, turns you toward the mirror and places it over your clothes.

"What do you think? I think you'll look so hot, it's your signature colours, with a punk spike to it."

You gasp “Where did you get this? This isn’t like any of your other outfits….”

Natasha giggles “I may or may not have guessed that you would need a dress tonight and I maybe used Tony’s card to buy you a dress… maybe…” She pushes you towards the bathroom.

You giggle excitedly and agree to try it on. As you come out of the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror you gasp.

It's a black A-line dress with a neckline that emphasizes your chest perfectly followed by long black lace sleeves. A corset cinches your waist and hugs your curves in all the right places, with purple accents across it. The dress ends above the knee with purple lace adorning the ends.

You feel the most beautiful you have every felt. You haven't felt this pretty in a long time.

Natasha stares at you, beaming with pride. She knows you look hot and you know it. You can't deny it.

She squeals with excitement and tells you there's a few missing accessories. She hands you black tights and a pair of gorgeous black platform heels. They're comfortable enough for you to walk in properly and pretty enough to be appropriate for the event.

The sleeves and tights cover any potential scars that would normally be visible. Your heart swells with appreciation as you know that Natasha did that on purpose. Somehow she can always sense how someone feels and what to do to make them comfortable.

Before you can change your mind or doubt yourself she drags you to her vanity and starts applying on some makeup. She guides you through what she's doing so you're comfortable and only uses the products that you agree to. She puts on some lightweight foundation, a bit of blush and concealer as your base. She does a light smokey eye with some mascara and eyeliner to accentuate the colour and shape of your eyes. You stare at the harsh scar across your face, a permanent memory of what you've survived and surpassed. Natasha purposely chose makeup that didn't hide your scar, nor accentuate it. She made it so that you know it's there and wants you to see it and be proud of it. She's right, you won't be hiding it, not today.

Natasha takes your hair down from its bun, brushes it through and curls it with her iron. She places your hair in a style that accentuates your features and the outfit.

You look back at yourself in disbelief. You turn to Natasha and thank her for her help. She then gets ready herself and you're both on your way to the party, arms linked.

You enter the party and immediately lock eyes with Bucky. Natasha notices and walks away from you with a wink.

He approaches you, eyeing you up and down shamelessly.

"Wow, you look absolutely stunning, doll. You are by far the most beautiful woman here." He smirks at you, eyes glistening with affection.

You blush and look down at the floor. Your heart is racing and you don't know what to say. You've never given yourself the opportunity to open up to someone as much as you have with Bucky.

Bucky grabs your chin lightly and tilts your face to look up at him.

"Let's go outside for some privacy." He takes your hand and leads you to the private backyard.

As you walk outside, you see a gorgeous gondola that was installed, shielding you from the natural elements.

Bucky sighs as you both sit down next to each other, your thighs brushing.

He turns to you, his eyes welling up with tears.

"Cyber...doll, I - I've wanted to talk to you about what happened with Pierce and The Reaper for a while now. I feel like I have to get this off my chest. I know that it was extremely traumatic for you, and you've opened up about it so much to me. It means the world to me that you trust me that much. I thought I lost you. I couldn't sleep for the entire week, even worse while you were recovering in the med bay. It made me realize my true feelings for you. I've never felt this way about anyone before."

He sighs and grabs your hands, staring into your eyes.

"I'm falling in love with you. I have been for a while now. I'm happier when I'm with you, I feel like I can be myself, unconditionally around you and you make me feel complete."

You gasp as your eyes also start to well with tears.

"Losing you that week really made me realize how I can't live without you. I need you. So, my final question is: "Will you do me the honour of being my girlfriend?" he finishes his speech with a blush across his cheeks.

He looks up at you, waiting for any answer, verbal or not.

"Took you long enough! Yes, Bucky, I would love to." you laugh.

He chuckles as he grabs your cheek in his hand, softly brushing the tears away.

"Can I kiss you, now?"

"Do you really have to ask?" you answer sarcastically as you grab his face and kiss him.

A hand wraps around your waist and another holds your cheek as your hands tangle in his hair.

The kiss is deep and passionate with all unspoken words and emotions being poured out in physical affection.

You both pull away and smile at each other.

I finally get to have my happy ending, after all.

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· T H E A R T O F G E T T I N G T O K N O W | S P E N C E R R E I D · PT 3

· Pairing: Spencer Reid/OC · Category: Fluff, Angst · Warning: None · Words: 2767 · Parts: Pt 1 · Pt 2 · Pt 4 · Summary : Eli, a psychology expert and old friend of Luke's, joins the UAC as a consultant and quickly bonds with Spencer Reid. As they delve into a complex case, Eli and Spencer find themselves drawn to each other on a deeper level. · Note about Eli: Her neurodivergence (She is autistic) is implied but it's never really said.

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· P O V E L I ·

The sun was just beginning to rise when Eli arrived at the office, one of the first to do so. I had been working with the team for weeks, and although I had managed to integrate well, there was something that kept lingering in my mind: Spencer Reid. The connection I felt with him was undeniable, but I couldn't help but wonder if it was all just a product of my imagination. From his small gestures, like bringing me coffee or staying late to help me, to the conversations that were becoming more intimate and frequent, there was a palpable tension between us that I had no idea how to handle.

As I turned on my computer, I tried to push those thoughts aside. I had to focus on the case, be professional, as Luke had recommended; I couldn't let him down. But no matter how hard I tried, Spencer's image kept creeping back into my mind, accompanied by that warm feeling in my chest that, honestly, was a real pain…

—“Damn it, I can’t live with this pressure in my chest… maybe it's just anxiety, that would be great news. You're such an idiot, Eli, trivializing serious problems because you can't face things… Good for you.”

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

From the first day I saw Eli, I knew there was something special about her. It wasn't just her intelligence and her ability to analyze cases, although that already impressed me, there was something deeper, a connection that I hadn't felt with anyone in a long time. I knew I had to maintain professionalism; I had been in complicated situations before and understood perfectly that mixing personal feelings with work was never a good idea. However, I couldn't help it. Every time Eli came near, I felt my pulse quicken slightly, and my mind, always so analytical, filled with questions and doubts that I didn't know how to answer. “Okay, just don't obsess so much… look away, ignore that she's beautiful, her smile, that she's smart… and argh, stop thinking already.”

· P O V E L I ·

That morning, the team gathered in the conference room to discuss the progress of the case. Spencer sat next to me, as we had been doing lately, though neither of us mentioned it, but at least I was glad it happened. While Rossi presented the latest leads, I leaned forward to take notes, and in that movement, my hand brushed against Spencer's.

It was a brief, almost insignificant contact, but the reaction was immediate. I felt a sort of electric shock run down my arm to the base of my neck, making me sit up straight. I glanced at Spencer out of the corner of my eye, finding him looking at me too, but I couldn’t decipher his gaze. I didn’t have time, I quickly looked away, trying to focus on the meeting, but the sensation of the touch lingered on my skin. "I think I'm not breathing... okay, yes, it's been four minutes, I think I would have passed out, four minutes feels like an eternity... maybe I really did pass out and I don't know it... Oh my God, help, what was that? Was I the only one who felt it??"

After the meeting, I tried to focus on work, but my stupid mind kept going back to that moment. I tried to convince myself that I was exaggerating, that it was nothing more than a coincidence, but my heart was telling me otherwise. How was it telling me, you ask? I think it was about to leap out of my mouth, and I’m completely sure that anyone talking to me from a reasonable distance could hear my heartbeat. "Eli, back off, danger zone, we’ve been hurt before, finish the case, leave, and goodbye..."

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

I was looking at some photos in a folder when I suddenly felt a fleeting brush on my hand. I think I sighed; I hadn't felt anything like it before. My mind went blank, as if a sudden rush of dopamine hit my brain, unexpected, pleasant, and as quickly as it came, it was gone. I had touched many people's hands before, but I had never experienced a reaction like that. It was certainly an accident; when our eyes met, she looked away. Not like she’d purposely touch my hand in the middle of a meeting, of course, but it made it clear that there was nothing. "You already know, focus, it was an accident, stop imagining things, she’s not interested in you."

Later that day, while we were reviewing some reports in the common room, I noticed the atmosphere had turned strange, heavy. Eli was next to me, focused on the screen, but everything felt weird; it was obvious.

Suddenly, she broke the silence.

—"Want a coffee?" —her tone was casual enough to sound spontaneous, but it came off as forced.

I looked at her, and for a moment, our eyes met, as if we were both waiting for a sign from the other, something to indicate we weren’t alone in what we were feeling. But, as always, neither of us dared to take the first step.

—"Yeah, sure," —I replied, with a smile that came out weaker than I had hoped. "Very brave of you, Reid..."

Eli nodded, stood up, and walked to the small office kitchen. I stayed there, trying to concentrate on the report, but my mind was still tangled up in what had just happened. Or rather, what hadn’t just happened. It was as if we were both circling something but not daring to look at it directly.

When she came back with the coffee, she extended her hand to give me the cup, and that’s when our fingers brushed lightly, and that simple contact was enough to send a tingling sensation through my skin. Eli smiled, but I’m sure she tensed up. Something had changed between us, though neither seemed willing to face it. I could swear she almost dropped the cup.

—"Thanks," —I murmured, trying to fill the awkward space that had formed.

At that moment, I was so sure that she felt it too… that kind of latent electricity. We remained silent, both too aware of what was lingering in the air. Eli finally decided to say something, her voice a little shaky.

—"Spencer..." —her tone made me set the cup aside —"No, uh… I… hm."

I don’t know why she suddenly went quiet, but I froze because I knew there was something she wasn’t telling me, and it was driving me crazy. I looked at her, trying to figure out if it meant the same thing I was feeling.

We stayed in silence, with words hanging in the air. I could feel the distance between us getting smaller, even though we weren’t moving. The looks we exchanged were different now, more intense, like we were trying to decipher a hidden code in each other’s faces.

Eli didn’t look away, and I couldn’t either. There was something in her gaze, a mix of uncertainty and curiosity that kept me captivated. I felt my breathing change, and for a moment, everything else ceased to exist. It was just her, me, and that electricity that seemed to fill the space between us.

Time seemed to stop. There was no need for words, because what we were feeling went beyond what we could express with simple phrases. The brush of our fingers earlier had left a mark, and now that sensation was growing, enveloping us in a bubble that was about to burst.

I could see Eli swallow, and her breathing had also become heavier, almost imperceptible. It was as if we both knew we were on the edge of something, something neither of us had planned, but that somehow was there, undeniable.

I wondered what would happen if I leaned in a little, if that distance between us disappeared completely. What would she do? What would I do? My mind analyzed all the possibilities, but none had a clear answer. There was only more uncertainty, more tension.

And then, in one movement, Eli took a step back, as if the pressure of the situation became too much to handle. Her eyes shifted away from mine, and the bubble we were in burst, bringing us back to reality.

—"I think… we should get back to the reports," —she murmured, her voice barely a whisper.

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure what had just happened. All I knew was that the tension had broken, leaving us both with an awkward emptiness. Eli turned around, and as she walked back to her desk, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and disappointment. We had brushed against something neither of us was ready to face.

· P O V E L I ·

As the days passed, the tension between us only grew stronger. I think we were trying to keep things professional, but every little gesture, every glance, seemed loaded with a heavy weight. I felt like I couldn’t verbalize what was happening, and I don’t even remember experiencing something like this as a teenager. We kept getting the work done, and I think we were still efficient and collaborative despite everything, but there was a subtle change in the dynamic. It was starting to become noticeable how weird everything was, to the point where our conversations felt forced and awkward.

One day, while we were working on a report, I leaned in to show him something on the screen. Our shoulders brushed, accidentally, I swear it was… And even though it was the smallest contact, I straightened up so quickly that Spencer opted to make a comment that definitely didn’t draw attention to what had just happened. Note the sarcasm.

—"Is it a little warm in here, or is it just me?" —he cleared his throat with an awkward smile, trying to lighten the atmosphere. It was clear he just wanted to fill the uncomfortable silence that was looming.

—"No, yeah, a little…" —My eloquence was increasing by the day.

Over the next few days, these small touches, looks, and gestures became more frequent. Spencer was becoming increasingly clumsy; he didn’t know how to act around me, and in my case… My neurons had progressively decided to abandon ship, leaving me adrift with my stupid and chaotic emotions.

The breaking point came a couple of days later, during a casual conversation. Let’s remember that I had fewer and fewer neurons by the day, and my logic and rationality were starting to shine by their absence. Seriously, I didn’t know what was going on with me. We were in the common room, sharing a coffee after a long day, when Spencer casually mentioned that he had seen an old friend the day before.

—"We ran into each other by chance, it was nice to catch up. I hadn’t seen her in years," —Spencer said, sounding quite cheerful. "Excuse me, what? What’s this about a friend? Calm down, Eli, relax, use the rational part of your brain before you lose it."

I felt like something had pierced my chest when I heard him talk about another woman. I tried to react normally, but the truth is my face tends to easily show how I feel—unless I want to control it, of course, double standards and all that.

—"A friend from college?" —I tried to sound casual, but something happened… my tone completely changed.

—"Yeah," —Spencer replied—. "We were really close back then. It’s funny how time changes things."

My mind started filling with doubts and insecurities. How close had this friend been? Why had Spencer never mentioned her before? I realized I was being irrational, but I couldn’t help it. It’s not like we had known each other for that long… and I had no right to demand anything from him. "Don’t be silly, it’s just a comment, it’s not like you two have anything going on… stop this."

—"It must be nice to reconnect with old friends," —I tried to sound as casual as I could, but it was eating me up inside.

I wasn’t sure if he was ignoring my change in attitude, pretending not to notice, or if he just didn’t realize…

—"Yeah, it was. We talked a bit about what we’ve been up to these past years, and we had a coffee. It was pretty nice."

I forced a smile, but my expression was serious. It was clear that I wasn’t comfortable at all. The worst part was what it implied emotionally. "This has gone too far, damn it, how can you be upset about something like this?! Am I imagining things that don’t exist? My God… I have to stop all of this somehow…"

Spencer noticed that Eli had become a bit more distant, but he didn’t understand why. He wanted to ask but didn’t, as he wasn’t handling things well with her and didn’t want to create an awkward situation by bringing up something she might not want to share. However, the distance that began forming between them at that moment only increased the tension.

The following days were EVEN MORE uncomfortable. Eli tried to stay focused on her work, but every time she thought about Spencer and his friend, she felt a pang of jealousy she couldn’t control. Spencer, on the other hand, noticed the change in Eli and didn’t know how to address it. They had gone from being almost always together to an unbearable silence that neither of them knew how to break.

One night, after everyone else had left, I stayed alone in the office, going over some reports. I was exhausted from all the tension around this situation, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Spencer and what I was feeling. "No matter how much I’ve tried to keep the situation professional, I haven’t been able to, and now I look like a stupid, jealous teenager with butterflies in my stomach… oh no…" — When I realized what was happening, I tried to disappear by covering my head with my arms, a very ineffective method, by the way.

I started to wonder if Spencer was going through the same thing, if he also felt confused and attracted to me. But then I remembered the conversation about his stupid and fcking friend, and doubt hit me again. *"Okay, it’s unfair, that poor girl hasn’t done anything, but I have to blame someone at this moment in my life. It’s 11 p.m., I’m alone in the office, and I haven’t had dinner; it’s going to be her, even if it’s not very feminist of me. What if Spencer only sees me as a colleague? What if I’ve been misinterpreting everything? Ugh…"

· P O V S P E N C E R ·

I went home early today, honestly, the situation with Eli is starting to be too much for me. No matter how hard I've tried to figure out what’s going on, I just can’t see it. We were fine, everything was going well, and suddenly… "Should we talk? I don’t even know how to start something like this… I thought there was something, but it’s obvious I was imagining it."

I was lying on the couch with a book that I wasn’t really paying attention to. Before I knew it, the book was resting on my chest, and I had my phone in my hands, typing out a message. "Hey, how are you?" —I hesitated because the truth is, I had no idea what to write. I wanted to say so many things, but none of them felt right to say over text, though I doubted I could say them in person either. I deleted the message.

—I started typing again —"Hey, how are you? I was thinking about you." —I hit send without thinking. And then, suddenly, I regretted it. What had I done? How did I write that? "I want to die right now, h-how do you delete this?? Can you unsend it?"

Immediately, a notification sounded, and I opened it nervously, nearly dropping the phone. My eyes widened, and the regret vanished.

"I was thinking about you too, what a coincidence."

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Morty and Beth both looked a little...Lost? Hell, he was a bit lost too. This Rick was sitting in a home office for starters rather than the garage, not to mention this house was not where theirs was. It was secluded and well for lack of better words rich.

Wearing pretty much what he was wearing but cleaner, and the cherry on top? A young woman with long dark blond hair clinging to him as he typed on a laptop. Face buried on his chest so they couldn't see her, her knees on either side of this Rick, one arm wrapped around his middle the other around his shoulder and a pale dress or nightgown caught around her thighs.

"This is terrible timing you know." Other Rick said and honestly, Rick had eyes in his head of course he could tell that.

"Err." Beth glanced at him and he shrugged, this wasn't part of the plan not that he'd really had one?

"Look whatever you want can it wait? I'm busy." He was blunt to the point but really if he was here then it was more than likely that he had what they were after.

"Uh jeez I mean not really?" Morty said clearly a little distracted by the lady and the other Rick sighed and slammed the computer closed, standing but holding the woman attached to him.

"Give me a fucking second then." They followed him as he moved to the room across the hall. A bedroom done in light creams and evergreens. He set the woman down who immediately buried herself under the comforter. Rick shooed them out and closed the door before leading them downstairs and to the living room.

"Who is she?" Beth asked softly and other Rick sighed, picking his nails. Nervous habit, he'd grown out of that.

"Who are you?" other Rick asked right back. Did he not? Was Beth not here or in his life?

"Beth." Other Rick shivered. "That was my daughter's name...But she died here. Diane left after she. Fuck. Why are you here?" If Beth didn't exist here then neither did Summer and Morty.

"You lost your Beth?" Beth said in a tone that meant she wanted answers.

"Yeah...uh, old house I had a lab in a garage that Beth liked playing in even though both of us told her not to...apparently another version of me planted a bomb to kill me and it." Other Rick placed his knuckles to his mouth eyes unfocused lost in a memory of the death.

"We heard the explosion and found Beth dying. I tried to save her, but it was too late. She died in my arms, Diane couldn't handle it and so she divorced me and I couldn't. I couldn't stay there with that memory." So he'd left the house and got this place?

"So you're not like after revenge or whatever?" Morty asked and other Rick laughed.

"With the way my life ended up so far hell no. If I'd been with Diane or Beth hadn't died I wouldn't have met her." The woman upstairs, what was so special about her? Beth let out a weird laugh and other Rick frowned.

"What the fuck?" Beth said and other Rick put his elbows on his knees.

"I got really fucked up after the death and divorce and man I pissed off a lot of people and some sent assassins. She was one of them, but during our fight, I used the portal gun-shes really good at killing I wasn't sure if I was going to win fucked up like I was at the time." Other Rick laughed, the smile on his face soft. Whimpy.

"She saw it was possible for portal tech and fucking made her own. I didn't even make mine-it was given to me, fucking smartest man in the universe and I used a shortcut. She's been able to keep up with me to the point I don't know if I'd win a fight against her." Probably from both a physical and emotional loss honestly, if they were as close as he suspected they were.

"So she's like your new wife?" Other Rick barked out a laugh, that sounded a little mad.

"Naw, we're more like..." He seemed to think a little too hard for that answer.

"She's not a romantic partner really, mostly because she doesn't float that way. We're like family but not really? I dunno, I try not to give it a name if I can."

[subliminalbo]

Hypnovember Day 1: Kayla Versus The Sound

Once Kayla Started, she couldn't stop. It felt too good. Not just the feeling of her fingers sliding in small circles over her clit, or the consistent build up to orgasm. It was the feeling of the sound taking her deeper. She couldn't stop simply because she didn't want to stop. She wanted to listen, she wanted to obey, she wanted to ascend to the higher plane of existence that she'd witnessed Iris and Bailey go to earlier that night.

Just a few hours ago she'd been spooked out watching her friends take turns on the headphones, sinking into trance as The Sound took over their minds. That's the only way Kayla could describe what she'd seen. Those distant stares and empty voices. The people who'd taken off those headphones looked like her friends, but The Sound seemed to shape them into something different.

Kayla shuddered in her bed thinking about it, tossing and turning as she fought the sinking feeling in her stomach that came with her worry for Iris, still working away at her computer in the next room. Kayla couldn't explain why, but she knew The Sound was dangerous.

She was finally drifting off to sleep when she heard the thump thump through the wall.

Maybe it was out of concern for Iris, maybe it was a lapse in judgment from her half-sleep state, or maybe her fear was slowly twisting into odd curiosity, but Kayla found herself sitting up and pressing her ear against the wall.

Even through five inches of wood and plaster, The Sound wormed its way into her mind. The effect was immediate. Her eyes wide, her mouth open, The Sound slipped into her, quickly erasing any fear or doubt that she'd felt in the study room. Fuck, it was better than anything she'd ever felt. Better than hearing The Beatles for the first time, or discovering punk rock with Iris at that toilet the band called a secret show. Even better than the first time she'd felt Iris' lips on her neck, on her breasts...

She didn't need to keep her ear up to the wall anymore. The Sound played on a loop in her head as she settled back down on the bed and began mindlessly masturbating to its Words. A part of her was still there, a small part of the Kayla that had watched in horror in the study room. With one hand furiously rubbing her clit, the other reached out for her phone on the nightstand next to her. Maybe she could find help, maybe she could warn Bailey to stay away. But the phone felt like a boulder in her hand. It slipped through her fingers and landed uselessly on the floor. With her last effort of free will exhausted, the rest of her faded away, totally lost in The Sound's message and savoring every second.

The words came soon after, The Message translated through her moans. “I am the Birth of a new species! I will Prepare my body and my mind for the Great Arrival!"

She didn't know why she was saying it. She didn't even know what it mean. But The Sound was True and The Sound was Inevitable and The Sound had to be Heard. Kayla cried, cumming to the thought of The Sound's Message spreading to everyone on campus. When she was finished, she pressed her feet into the soft carpet of her bedroom floor and marched into Iris' room, still repeating The Message as she moved.

Kayla found Iris in the same state, The Message flowing from her lips. She was slumped low in her office chair, her legs open, body glistening with sweat. Helplessly she forced the handle of a hair brush in and out of her pussy as she worked her clit with the other hand. Kayla knelt on the floor before her, taking the brush from Iris' hand and sliding her fingers inside her wet pussy, then she leaned in and pressed her tongue to Iris' clitoris.

Iris admired her lover as Kayla devoured her. She'd felt that tongue a dozen times before, but everything in the world felt fresh in this new Reality. Iris smiled between her compulsive recitation of The Message, proud to see how quickly she'd gotten Kayla to succumb.

This is a companion to Classified Information #2: The Sound

[the-daughter-of-lilith]

I have this good friend I met at the corner downtown at 3 am one night after a goth night. She was new to the state, and I was new in the city, and we were catcalled twice just walking across the street. We ensured we got across safely. She had a beat up van she called the "Murder Van" that was very punk rock and when I asked her if that was hers... I knew we'd be friends for a very long time. We've gone on random adventures with barely any money, spending multiple days together surviving off nothing but coffee and cigarettes. Usually I get annoyed when someone is in my space for too long, but never Viv. We spent countless nights dancing and attending concerts just to shake off the stress of uncertainty in our lives. We had very similar experiences happening at the same time.

She fled her abusive ex with her son, but was unable to give her son sufficient conditions and had no choice but to turn him back over to her ex. I fled my ex around the same time too. She's been trying to rebuild her foundation away from him so she can finally give her son the life she knows he deserves.

She's been fighting homelessness for two years now. When I received my settlement from my attorney it was a week or so prior to her needing to cough up a hefty deposit for a place to room, so I helped. Usually I feel lending friends money is risky, but I couldn't handle witnessing her go back to homelessness like I had experienced too.

One day she said she wanted to save up for a computer because she loves video games and I just so happened to have a spare PC a guy I stayed with (that contributed to me going into a psychotic state) gave me, so I set it up for her. That PC was a staunch reminder of a difficult time in my life that I don't feel comfortable thinking about anymore.

I found solid roommates after being homeless for so long. I obtained a job double the pay of my previous employer and found the opportunity to eventually live on my own. Since my roommate needed a third person for rent, Viv was the person I immediately knew needed the help. That's also how she met my other good friend Meaghan, who moved into a new spot with her that she feels more calm in.

After one of her previous roommate situations fell flat, she slept on the floor at a new spot with no mattress. She temporarily had a bed when staying with my old roommates, but that'd no longer be the case for when it was time to move again with Meaghan. I slept on the floor when I was homeless and understood the privilege of having a bed. It's an expensive investment. So I held onto my old bedframe and mattress for many months in my place until she finally got situated in a better spot with Meaghan.

She's been struggling with transportation in a state where it's crucial to have in order to pay rent. My car that holds so many sentimental memories I spent countless nights crying inside just sits in the lot now, so I've been thinking I should just gift it to her. I know I've given her a lot, but I feel like every time I have something collecting dust it's a privilege to someone else in need of it, and that just so happens to be my good friend Viv almost every time. 🖤

I don't really like to talk about all of the things I've done for Viv because at the end of the day, that should be her story to tell, if she ever feels comfortable to. I just want to push her even closer to being with her son again. Whatever it takes.