#grabbing this art out of the computer screen and shaking it

[i-eat-deodorant]

PRINTING THIS OUT AND SLAPPING IT ON MY FRIDGE

I drew the gays, but in @i-eat-deodorant designs because I love this artstyle so much and I've been dying to draw them like this for a while now!!!!

Their colors came from a lot of different drawings, so I'm sorry if it isn't how you imagine them! I couldn't let them uncolored, but I'll post an uncolored version below as well

anyway, I hope you like it, I did have fun drawing them!!!!

Uncolored version:

[mysicklove]

Summary: Yuuji has a bad day, and all he wants is for you to make him feel better <3

Warnings: cheesy/sappy writing!!!!!! like so cheesy. I can't help it. he makes me sick. slight dom/sub dynamics (reader being dominant), suggestiveness/talks about sex, kneeling + praise heavy, aged up! character! gn! reader

Wc: 2.0k

A/N: i saw this in my drafts and just wanted to finish it up before starting my other wips. i am lovesick with him, do not mind me. i am actually embarrassed at how sappy this is

art here! by @mpsql - super super super cute!!! <333

Yuuji was exhausted. It was just one of those days that seemed to drag out – the watch Nanami gifted to him seemed to tick as slowly as possible. Nothing was going his way, and although he never made a fuss to the people around him, he still was frustrated by all the events. 

But now he was home –  he didn’t have to worry about those things anymore. He could crawl up to you, and with the gentle caress of your fingers through his hair, he was bound to be left thoughtless. Or maybe you would touch him tonight – he has been good, so he doesn’t suppose that it was out of the question. 

He takes a deep breath, snapping out of his thoughts – getting a hard-on would not be appropriate right now. The man opens the door to your shared apartment, mumbling out a greeting and scanning the room. He calls your name, setting down his bag and walking toward the living room. You pop your head out of the office, wearing your blue light glasses. “Ah! Welcome home, love,” you call, smiling at your boyfriend, “I am doing some work right now, but dinner is in the oven. You are welcome to eat it without me. Gotta finish this!”

He doesn’t say anything, but a frown pulls at his lips. Suddenly, he feels his previous emotions resurfacing just from the sound of your voice and the familiar warmth of his home. Itadori pads over to you, ignoring the wafting smell in the kitchen until he stands directly next to you. Then, he grabs the back of your rolling chair and flips it away from the screen. You blink at him in surprise, being torn away from your work. “Yuuji?”

His lip wobbles at the concern in your voice, and the boy immediately falls to his knees in front of you without a word. He presses his head against your clothed thigh and wraps his arms around your waist. “Just….bad day.”

You frown at him and place your hand on his head, gently petting him. “Poor thing,” you coo, and his whole body shivers, but he nods into your leg. “Do you want me to do anything for you?”

He thinks back to his previous idea: sex. Something that he was opposed to, but now, in the moment, he didn’t crave it as much. He wants your touch –  he always does, loving physical affection more than anything, but maybe tonight, it didn’t need to go below the waist. He was content just being close to you.  

“No. But, can I stay here?” Itadori asks, voice soft and barely above a whisper. He was content in this position, finding that it strangely made him feel small, and your words made him feel safe. 

You cock your head to the side, slightly confused. “Kneeling? You might get uncomfortable.”

He blinks at you, shaking his head stubbornly. “No, ‘s fine. Like it down here.”

You grin at him, now using both hands to rub through his hair and gently massage his scalp just the way he likes it. “Does it have anything to do with what you are facing?”

He eyes at your crotch for a split second and then looks up at you, a small pout on his face. “‘I’m not some perv, you know.”

“Just teasing you,” you sigh, ruffling his hair slightly. “Anyways, I have to do work, Yuuji. I can’t keep petting you.”

He yawns into your leg and sighs. “It’s alright. I’ll sit and be quiet.” Then, he closes his eyes, cheeks pressed against your thigh, content. 

You face back toward the computer screen, not paying attention to the boy who seemed to be pressing himself impossibly closer to you. Ten minutes go by, and you are more than surprised to not hear Yuuji’s usual light snore. He tended to fall asleep pretty easily, so it was shocking that he was awake right now – you dont comment on it, letting him rest his eyes.

But his silence doesn’t last much longer than that. His dark eyes peer open, and he glances up at you. His voice is soft, as if afraid that you will be upset at him for distracting you. “Can you do the thing?”

“Hmm?”

“Where you uh…compliment me.” 

Your eyes flicker to him, and you notice the tips of his ears turning a shade of red. “You want me to praise you?”

He readjusts himself on the floor nervously, but nods his head. A hand returns back to his head and the boy seems to melt at the touch, eyes already fluttering shut again. “Well, I suppose it’s not hard to. I could list about fifty things I love about you without even thinking about it.”

He gulps, face now a bright shade of pink, and sighs into your pants. “Me too.”

You trace the tips of his ears with your pointer finger. “Cute,” you say, smiling at him as your computer screen darkens with its lack of use. “Hmmm. Where do I begin?” you ask yourself rhetorically, and Yuuji waits in silence, trying not to buzz with excitement. 

He readjusts himself on the floor, pressing more of his muscled frame on top of your lap. It reminded you of a great dane trying to be a lap dog, because they believed they were the size of a chihuahua. It’s cute, and you didn’t mind his extra weight. “Well, I guess I could start with how kind you are, but that sort of a no-brainer.”

 “’s not,” Yuuji mumbles into your pants.

“No? I disagree; everyone knows Yuuji Itadori is kind. It’s been like that since high school and probably before that. The boy who makes everyone feel comfortable. Who radiates warmth, light, and happiness. Y’know, you could easily compare to the sun.”

Yuuji squirms in your lap, making a small noise of complaint. “Now you are just exaggerating.”

You beam at him, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t lie to you.” Your fingers ghost over his lips before he tries to argue again, and he remains quiet at the gentle warning. “I think you are very pretty Yuuji.”

You use both of your hands to cup his face, rubbing your thumbs against his cheeks that were warming up steadily. He wants to complain about the word choice, but he finds himself remaining silent, finding the compliment strangely endearing to him. He has been called handsome before, hot even, but pretty was not common. You preferred to call him cute most of the time, which he has grown to love even if most men didn’t. 

You lean down and press your lips to his hair. “Your hair is pretty, soft, and easy to pet.” Then you move down to his eyes, kissing at the scars beneath them and his eyelids when he instinctively shuts them. “Your eyes are pretty, a warm shade of brown, or maybe an amber color?”

He squints at you, one eye remaining shut from where your thumb pads just below it. “I just call them brown.”

You pout at him. “Aw, you're no fun! They are much more than brown, and you know it. Now, your nose.” You peck the tip of it, and he blinks at you, waiting for what you are to say next. “Hmm, I guess I don’t have too much to say about it, but it is really cute.”

“I like your nose a lot,” Yuuji interrupts, and you bark a small laugh. In return for his remark, you teasingly press your thumbs into the corner of his eyes when you catch him staring at it. He shuts his eyes with a whine, trying to pull away.

You breathe out another laugh and then move your fingers again to trace his skin, peppering it with small kisses. You go back to complimenting him. “The prettiest skin, with the cutest scar beneath your eyes.”

“Dont remind me,” Yuuji grumbles, thinking about his time with the curse. He was exorcised a while ago, and Yuuji can safely say that he enjoys being able to think for himself once again. Plus, the flirty comments about you from the king did not sit well with the boy.

He shifts on the floor again from the thought, and you frown. “Are you sure you don't want me to grab you a pillow for your knees?”

When you try to stand up, he simply presses more of his weight onto you – successfully pinning you to the chair. He looks at you with a small pout, “I said I was fine. I was comfortable in that position!”

You pinch his cheeks with a teasing smile, ignoring his small whines of protest. “So whiny. I just want to make sure you dont get bruises on your knees. Could lead to some misunderstanding, hm?”

He looks away, rolling his eyes but smiling again. “You have a dirty mind.”

“Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

His cheeks flush again, and he groans into your pants. “Please dont tease me. You know how easy it is for me to get turned on.”

Your nails drag over his neck, and he does a full-body shiver, while he hides his face in your leg again. But you continue running your fingers over his shoulder and down his back. Then, you tilt his chin up to look at you. “Dont hide. I am not done praising you.”

“Sorry,” Yuuji mumbles, trying not to gulp at the way your thumb drags over his lips. He keeps looking away, but also leaning closer in hopes that you may kiss him. It was so easy to in this position.

“Did I compliment your whole face already?” you ask, knowing the answer. You have kissed and praised every facial feature except for his lips. 

He was waiting for you to finally kiss him for real. Your lips grazed every part of his face except his own. So, he shakes his head and blinks at you. “Uh, you haven’t said anything about my lips yet…”

You cock your head to the side, frowning at him. “No? I am sure I did.”

You were teasing him – he knew it. You knew that he wanted you to kiss him, and you were being purposefully cruel. But, Yuuji was known to getting straight to the point. “Please kiss me now.”

A laugh falls from your lips at the whiny demand, and you shake your head with a grin. But, you listen and lean forward and peck at his lips. Yuuji pouts at you, furrowing his eyebrows and shaking his head. It wasn’t the type of kiss he wanted, and the both of you knew that. “You were so nice earlier. Why are you teasing me now?”

Your thumbs rub at his eyebrows, smoothing them out until he relaxes them. “You make it too easy.”

“Can you kiss me for real?” Your thumb continues to rub at his lip, and you stare at it, waiting. Yuujis face was flushed from embarrassment, and his tongue runs over his teeth before he says, “Please?”

And with that, you smile at him and gently press your mouth to his. This time you dont pull away and instead let Yuuji lead the pace. He, like you expected, nearly pounces on you, tilting his head up and placing his hands on the back of your hair. He makes a small moaning noise and pushes himself closer to you until his knees hover above the floor so that he can reach your mouth more easily.

You are the first to pull away, and he tries to follow you, chasing the trail of saliva connecting you two. Pants leave your mouth, and you laugh breathlessly as he obviously waits to kiss you again. You lean back in your chair, and to this, Yuuji leans forward, now resting his arms on either side of your legs.

The action makes you raise your eyebrows, and you gently squeeze his cheeks together, shaking your head. “You are quite spoiled.” 

He frowns at you, upset that you dont want to kiss some more. “Not spoiled enough,” he mumbles, and at this, you laugh while he continues to pout, even when you let go of his cheeks.

Your hand goes back to tracing the skin on his face, and Yuuji leans into the touch like he is some sort of cat. “Is there anywhere else you want me to praise, Yuuji?”

The comment was meant to be lighthearted, hoping that you could compliment something he was insecure about. But, the boy, in return, pauses for a moment and looks at you with wide puppy dog-like eyes before slowly dragging his hands down his body until his hands touch his crotch. He gulps and says, “I think, um–I think here needs some attention too…”

Your lips curl up in a grin. “Aw, I thought you said you weren’t a pervert?”

He thinks back to what you said earlier and lets out a small laugh. “Y’know, I can’t help it when it comes to you.”

Your lips are back onto his in an instant. It always ends up like this: Yuuji says that maybe he didn’t need sex tonight, but somehow, one way or another, the two of you end up in bed together. He didn’t mind it one bit.

[theartofclowns]

Distraction.

OKAY SO LIKE I REALLY HOPE THIS IS GOOD BECAUSE THE IDEA IS SO FREAKING AMAZING. AHAHJDJSHDF

a/n: first time writing smut so.. be nice! anyways hope you enjoy! NOT PROOF READ BTW!!

cw: AFAB reader!, oral! (reader receiving), slapping, slight choking, cum eating (idk if it counts correct me), slowburn kinda? TELL ME IF I FORGOT ONE PLEASE!!

wc: 4650

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Art was in yalls shared bedroom, whiles you were in the kitchen on your laptop studying for you classes. You had a big exam coming up so you havent been giving him much attention as he wanted. You would oush him away when he tried hugging you, and when he would try to give you kisses. You were very focused and you couldnt have any distractions, not even to give your boyfriend a kiss or a quick hug. He felt unloved during this time and today he wanted it more. His day was shit. Full of his victims escaping and only getting about two kills in. He wanted your attention. He wanted you. And he was going to get what he wanted.

He walked towards the kitchen, where you were obviously, and he wrapped hims arms around your neck loosely. "art im busy. go away.", you say harshly. He stays there with his arms moving down to your shoulders. "art! im busy i said." you say with a slightly harsher and louder tone, clearly stressed. He shakes his head and pulls the chair from under the table. You finally look up from your computer screen and looked at him. His shirt off, and only his pants covering the rest. You smile slightly before shaking your head "babe im very busy.." you say in a softer tone. He mockingly pouts and sighs silently, his arms dropping, putting up a act. You feel guilty and finally get up from the chair youve been glued to for the past 2 days. You look up at him and sigh "what is it?" you ask. He then unexpectingly picks you up and places you on the table. he starts kissing up and down your neck, leaving marks here and there. You moan softly feeling his lips all over you. He then pulls away from your neck and starts rubbing your pussy through your shorts. You feel your cunt get more and more wet as he continues. He keeps eye contact and you look down at his hands. You feel his hand smack against your face and you feel a rough grasp around your neck forcing you to look up at him. He wasnt grabbing to much to where you couldnt breathe but enough to where you can breathe a little. You let out a small moan as he pulls your shorts down, revealing you soaking wet panties. He then rips them effortlessly off of you. He lets go of your neck and bends down to face your dripping cunt. You look down at him with needy eyes. He smirks slightly spitting on your pussy, making it wetter. He starts eating at your pussy like a madman, suckling on your clit and pushing two fingers into your pussy. You let out a low moan as you feel his fingers curling and pushing in and out. He then pulls away from your clit and pulls his fingers out as well. You whine and pout at him. He then mockingly pout and puts his hands up to his face in a crying motion. Humiliating you, he then silently laughs at you. You feel embarrassed and start to tear up. He slaps you once again before ripping a hole through his pants, freeing his huge cock, no matter how much youve seen it you still think it wont fit. Its a good 6.5 inches and has a little girth. You look down with a smile as he puts it up to your hole, he then pulls away and then does it once more. Over and over you get teased, you look at him and whine again "please just "fuck me.". He then puts a finger to his chin, ina thinking motion, before shaking his head. I guess is your karma for ignoring him for so long. He then takes you out of thought by pushing balls deep into your pussy. you moan loudly at this, clawing at his arms, making him look like a zebra. His strokes are fast and short. He then switches to slow, long, hard, strokes. You continue to claw at his arms, moaning softly now. He then quickens his pace once again, his speed is inhumane, you start moaning loudly again as you feel the knot in your stomach tightining. "i..im gonna cum art.." you whisper as your high crashes down onto you. Shaking your entire body. But hes not done, he keeps going, faster now, you dont know how its possible but its art. What do you expect? His strokes become slower and a bit sloppy as hes coming close to his finish. He then leans his head back as he cums inside of you.

He then stays inside of you for a few more seconds before pulling out and kneeling down to face your pussy again, cum spilling out of you. He pushes two fingers inside of you pushing his cum deeper inside of you. He stands back up and comes closer to your face, bringing his fingers to your lips. Cum on them, he presses against your lips, you open your mouth willingly as he pushes his fingers inside, making you taste yourself and himself. He pulls his fingers out after feeling they were clean. He then leaves you there. All fucked out and full of his cum. He goes to the couch and lays down on it.

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well thats it! i honestly dont think he'd do after care so i didnt put any. IM SORRY! but anyways i hope yall enjoy this!

[bonezone44]

S1dek1cks #1 (18+)

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x NB!afab!OC!Reader "Cody"

(Moodboard is for VIBES ONLY. Image is not intended to represent Reader! Art by Johan Åberg)

Word Count: 1067

Series Summary: Frankie moves in with you after you two hook up at a music festival. It's an adjustment, to say the least.

tags: sex talk, sex injury talk, 'seduction', fluff, no smut, use of the term 'boy pussy'

A/N: special shout out to @perotovar for inspiring me to write my own Frankie x NB story. (Check out theirs here!)

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You knock on the doorframe to Frankie's bedroom to announce yourself. He sits in his desk chair, leaning back with a blank expression. His glances at you briefly before boring his eyes into his computer screen.

"What's up?" he asks.

"I'm horny."

He shrugs. "I'm not," he says plainly.

You scoff.

He nods at his computer. "I'm watching this guy build a racecar outta parts from a washing machine."

You groan and roll your eyes.

He throws his thumb to his left. "Come watch it with me. It's cool."

You huff and stomp like a petulant child and throw yourself onto his bed. It squeaks loudly beneath your weight. Sometimes when you have sex on his bed, you're afraid it's going to collapse. You worry about what would happen if it did collapse while his dick was still inside you. 'Would his dick break off or just be grievously injured? Could a dick break off? Would it just bruise? Have you ever seen a bruised dick before? What about his balls, too? Would they get smashed? When they do get smashed, does their semen burst out like breaking an egg?' You guess it depends on where the bed breaks and what position you're in and it's kind of why you only do doggie-style in your room. You rub your face into his sheets. They smell like him. Like his sweat. You breathe it in and it only makes you wetter and achier. 'But Frankie said 'no' and you have to respect that,' you tell yourself and roll your eyes.

You flop around on your back. You kick your feet, and shout into the air. "Whose dick do I gotta suck to suck a dick around here?" Not that there were many options. Frankie was the only other person in your house besides you.

Frankie scoffs and turns his head to you. "When was the last time you even sucked my dick?" He glares.

You scoff a few times right back, shaking your head as you search your mind for a response. "Well, uhh..... When-when-uhhh was the last time you requested it? Huh? How about that?"

Frankie's arms go up and behind him. He interlocks his fingers behind his head with a smile. "Since when do I gotta request the greatest hits, man? C'mon, now." He tuts you and shakes his head before his attention returns to his screen. "Think before you speak."

You pout and sigh. "Well, can I suck your dick right now?"

"Nope," he says with a special little pop on the 'P'. "I wanna see how this car s'posed to work when they don't even got a--"

You stop listening and roll yourself off the bed. You pad your way to the door and throw your hands up in the air. "Look, all I'm sayin is I got a wet hole ready for fuckin so if you wanna dick me down, you can." You sway your hips and start walking down the hall way.

Frankie laughs and calls after you. "Is this your idea of seduction, Cody? Am I s'posed to be drawn in and enticed?"

"I'm just sayin!" you shout over your shoulder and make your way to your own bedroom. You hop on your bed and grab your phone.

Frankie rolls his eyes. You could be so tasteless sometimes it drove him crazy. He wishes you were more sultry, but then... that wouldn't really be you, would it? And it is kind of nice how open and honest you are. You want sex so you ask for it. You don't play mind games with him where you say one thing but you really mean another. It's refreshing. It's clarity. And coming from you, it's endearing.

He bites his lip and pauses the video on his screen. He stands from his desk and shoves his sweatpants to the floor. "Alright, alright!" he shouts, making his way to your room in his boxers--pulling his shirt off on the way. "Alright, wet hole. I got a dick for ya." He kneels on your bed.

You shrug, ignoring him. "Sorry, dude. I'm busy watching a video."

He throws his hands up. "Oh, well if you're busy--"

You drop your phone, gasping and lunging forward to grab him. "What? No! Come here!"

He chuckles and starts kissing you. You fall back and make space for him between your legs. He's warm and his kisses are sweet and you feel him harden against you. He leans back and flashes his eyebrows at you. "So you gonna suck my dick?"

You grimace and sulk. "Shit, I said I would, didn't I?"

He grins. "Yeah, yeah you did."

"Fine, but you have to fuck me afterward."

His eyes are on your covered chest. "I can do that."

You hold your finger up. "And no ass-play!"

He groans and flips your positions so that you're lying on top of him. He bites his lip and slaps your ass through your shorts. "You always say that shit, man. When ya gonna let me fuck that ass you got?" He grits his teeth and shakes one of your cheeks in his hand.

"When I'm ready," you shrug.

He smiles and rolls his eyes. "Y'ain't never gonna be ready at this point."

You scoff. "I gotta be prepared for it, man. You gotta tell me in advanced so I can put it in my calendar."

He throws his head back and laughs. "Your calendar?" His other hand flies to your rear and he spreads you apart. "Whatcha gonna write on your calendar, huh? Get Ass-Fucked by Frankie at Two P.M."

You waggle your head back and forth. "I mean, yeah. Why not?"

Frankie laughs again. "Shit, Cody. You're a hot fuckin mess."

"Pfft, you're a fuckin mess," you mumble, staring at the gray hairs growing along his jaw.

"Oh yeah?" he asks, his brows going high in his forehead. He holds your ass firmly against him as he rolls his hips into you. "I'm a fuckin mess, am I?" He bites his lip and slaps your ass--hard. "I'm 'bout to make this boy pussy a fuckin' mess."

You moan and melt into Frankie's strong body beneath you--eyes closing in delicious memory. "Please, Frankie. Please," you beg.

"Suck my dick first and maybe if you do it right I'll fuck ya, too." He starts pushing your head down.

You're more than willing to comply.

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also tagging: @max--phillips bc I think you'll enjoy this.

[cod-dump]

Price, tiered as fuck over his boys making googelie eyes at each other : soap please stop making pictures for your simp folder

Soap, taking workout pics of ghost: its for art references

Soap has a whole file on his work computer, in his office, full of nothing but very suggestive pictures he's taken of his coworkers.

He has a whole folder dedicated to pictures he's gotten of Alejandro's arms, a whole folder with nothing but pictures of people's asses, and a folder with close shots of Ghost's eyes. Price was not sure how Gaz found out about this file because the man refused to tell him.

Either way, Price went to talk to Soap about using his work computer for personal reasons. He didn't give Soap a heads up that he was coming, just knocked on his office door and asked to come in. The moment he stepped inside, he could see the panic written on Soap's face. His eyes kept flickering to his computer screen before looking back at Price, he knows exactly why Price was here.

"MacTavish, I've been notified that you have been using your computer for personal reasons."

"Was it Gaz? Did he snitch?"

Ah, he wasn't even trying to deny it.

"It doesn't matter who told me, what does matter is that if you are misusing your computer then I'm going to have to make some restrictions."

Soap gulps, eyes still looking at the screen with fear on his face. He rapidly clicks with his mouth, no doubt closing out of something, all while keeping a watchful eye on Price.

"So, Sergeant... hiding anything from me?"

Soap shakes his head, paling as Price starts to walk around the desk. Soap suddenly stands and gets in front of Price, preventing him from going further behind the desk. Price only sighs, crossing his arms.

"Johnny..."

"Please..."

Price just grabs Soap by his collar and hauls him out of the way before going to the computer. Price goes to open Soap's files and Soap grabs his hand.

"Wait-!"

"MacTavish... let go. I'm going to see what inappropriate use this computer has been through before I transfer all the files to a harddrive."

"Let me do it! You don't- I learned my lesson!"

"I'm already here. Might as well."

A couple clicks to pull up the computer's files, three more to locate the photo folder that was labeled 'references'. He clicks it open and Soap grabs the back of the chair and tips it back, sending Price falling to the floor. But he didn't do it soon enough and Price saw some things he could've lived without seeing. Soap stood above him, horrified that he sent Price falling to the floor.

"Captain I am so sorry!"

Price says nothing, just lays there, eyes wide. Soap kept looking to the computer and back down at Price, remaining still. Price let's out a deep breath.

"Johnny... Why is that on your work computer?"

"Uh... better storage?"

Price covers his face with his hands, still on the floor, "Is that the reason why you don't use your own computer for... that?"

"Well, Gaz spilled coffee on it and ruined it-"

"I'll buy you another one. Fuck... get that shit off of there, I don't want to see it."

Soap leans over and closes out of the files before helping Price up. Price refuses to look at the computer even though the files were closed. He walks around the desk before he turns back and looks at Soap.

"That is one way to find out about what you do on leave."

"I'm so sorry-"

"Save it... That is going to keep me up at night."

Price leaves without another word, haunted by what he had seen.

[666anxiety666]

Distraction

A mandela catalogue tickle fic!

Lee: Jonah | Ler: Adam

TW: none

Art by @tired-jonah :]

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It had been a long, rainy, boring day. It had rained from the moment the sun came up. Adam hadn't moved much from the couch at all that day. He had been working since 9am that morning, it was now currently 4:30pm.

Jonah, on the other hand, stayed in his room playing video games all day. But you could only keep Jonah entertained for so long.

Jonah left his room looking bored and walked into the living room, sitting next to Adam.

"Dude, I'm so bored!"

Jonah complained with a sigh, crossing his arms as he looked at the blank TV in front of him.

"You almost done with those reports? You've been at them all day!"

Jonah complained again. Adam rolled his eyes.

"If you're so bored, just go play your dang video games again..!"

Adam said, looking at Jonah from the corner of his eye for a moment before looking back at his computer. Jonah huffed, rolling his eyes.

"I'm bored of them now..."

Jonah whined, Adam scoffed.

"Not my problem..."

Adam replied, his eyes never leaving the laptop screen as he typed away at the keyboard. Jonah groaned, resting his head against the couch for a moment. It was all quiet, peaceful even with the sound of rain outside.

But just as Adam was about to sigh to himself in peace. Jonah lay across his lap, almost knocking the laptop off it.

"What the fuck are you doing??"

Adam stammered, lifting his laptop away to prevent Jonah crushing it.

"What? I'm comfy!"

Jonah said with his signature shit eating grin on his face. Adam huffed in annoyance, shaking his head.

"Well, just be quiet down there..."

Adam grumbled, moving his laptop to the arm of the couch to continue his work. Again, the room fell into silence aside from Adams persistent typing on his laptop. Jonah sighed, his brain trying to wrack up ideas to cure his boredom. Then, he got an idea.

Jonah grinned, silently sneaking a hand up and poking Adams side. Adam squeaked, his body jumping. Adam looked down at Jonah with a glare.

"What?"

Jonah asked, pretending as if he were innocent.

"You know what! Quit it!"

Adam grumbled before slowly going back to his work. Jonah grinned, still laying across Adams lap. Jonah left it a few moments before doing the same action, this time poking Adams ribs. This earned a louder squeak from Adam and his body reacted more.

"Jonah!"

Adam snapped again, glaring down at the boy in his lap. Jonah grinned.

"What? I'm not doing anything!"

Jonah chuckled, holding his hands up in defence.

"I swear to god, you better quit that! Im trying to work! One more time and i swear..!"

Adam grumbled, glaring at Jonah one last time before his eyes left Jonahs for the screen in front of him. Jonah grinned. He was eager to push Adam. So, for one last time, Jonah reached over and squeezed Adams hip.

Adam squealed his hands, coming down from his laptop to defend his sensitive hips. Jonah laughed, finally getting what he wanted from Adam.

"Ha! You should have seen your face! I didn't know you could make that... sound..."

Jonahs laughter slowed when he opened his eyes to see a very "angry" looking Adam glaring down at him in his lap. Jonah thought he may have taken things too far.

"S-sorry dude... i-i didn--"

Jonahs apology was cut sort by Adam quickly grabbing a hold of Jonah, instantly digging into Jonahs sides. Jonah squeaked, instantly trying to defend his sides as he giggled.

"H-Hey! Hehe Adahaham! Hahaha I'm sohohorry!"

Jonah giggled. Adam rolled his eyes.

"Are you?"

Adam said in a blunt tone. But it quickly became clear he wasn't actually mad at Jonah. Just giving him a taste of his own medicine. Adams tickling fingers soon moved to Jonahs tummy, going under the shirt.

It was now Jonahs turn to squeal, trying to roll out of Adams lap and push the assaulting fingers away, but to no avail.

"nahHAHA! ADAM! HAHA PLEHEHEASE! HAHAHA STAHAHAP!"

Jonah pleaded. But Adam held Jonah firmly in his lap. Not letting the boy escape him. Jonah continues to squeal and giggle, his face slowly starting to turn red.

"What? You said you where board? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Adam asked, a small visible smug smile appearing on his face. Jonahs face, if it could, got even more red at Adams statement.

"S-SHUHUHUT UP! IHI DID NOHOHOT!"

Jonah protested. Adam simply rolled his eyes.

"Really? Then why would you tickle me, huh? Unless you wanted something? Unless you wanted this?"

Adam taunted, trying to keep up the blank look but failing miserably. A grin etched onto his face. Jonahs face, however, was now bright red.

"SHUHUT UHUHUP! HAHA PLEHEHEASE! THIHIS IHIHISNT FAIR!"

Jonah protested. Desperately trying to push Adams hands away as he kicked his legs.

"Not fair?"

Adam grinned.

"I'll show you not fair..."

Jonah didn't even have time to prepare himself as Adam lifted his shirt, took a breath, and started to blow raspberries on Jonahs poor tummy. Jonah squealed, he sqealed so loud the neighbours could probably hear him.

Jonah was in hysterics, tears of laughter forming in his eyes. His arms growing weak as he tried to push Adam away.

"ADAM! HAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE! HAHA I-I CAHAHANT!"

Jonah finally begged. After a few more short raspberries, Adam let up. Jonah panted heavily, his body weak as it lay across Adams lap.

"You okay?"

Adam asked with a small chuckle, ruffling Jonahs hair lightly. Jonah took a few more breaths.

"Y-Yeah... i-i thihink so"

Jonah replied, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. Jonah sat up, moving off of Adams lap and sitting beside him. He rested his head on Adams shoulder, his breathing slowly starting to calm.

Adam chuckled, patting Jonahs back and rubbing his shoulder.

"Now shut up, I'll hang with you in a bit..."

Adam said playfully, ruffling Jonahs hair once more before turning to his laptop again. Jonah sighed, his head still on Adams shoulder. Adam had tired him out for sure.

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎♡♥︎

When Adam was finally done, he looked over at Jonah, whose head still rested on his shoulder. To Adams surprise, Jonah was asleep. Adam chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jonah gently as he sighed and closed his eyes as well.

Adam soon fell asleep as well, the two best friends were asleep together on the couch the rest of the evening.

And that's it! Took a bit for this one as I've had so many essays to write for collage :[ but I really like this one so I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

[gravehags]

Silly curator prompts

✨️Copia and Curator at an amusement park each trying to one up the other winning prizes at the games

✨️Copia and Curator at an art gallery and Curator is loudly commenting on the questionable decisions in the exhibit display

✨️Copia and Curator using buzzfeed quizzes on each other

i love all of these but the third one is calling me...

~~~

"'Make Your Own Salad and I'll Reveal What People Don't Like About You'."

"Amore, what the fuck?"

You burst out laughing, gesturing to your laptop.

"I'm just reading what it says!"

Copia shakes his head, looking down at his iPad with a sullen expression.

"I'm not doing that one, I've already been told several times in my life what people don't like about me."

You frown and stretch your leg out from your spot lounging on the couch to gently pet his pant leg with your toes. The action is so absurd, he leans over to observe it with a horrified expression before dissolving into laughter.

"There we go," you say with a smile, "We're having fun tonight, my love. No sadness allowed. Okay pick one for me next."

Copia takes a moment, scrolling the screen with his finger.

"Eh, how about 'This 2000s Music Tournament Will Determine Which Single Song Reigns Supreme'?"

"Oh fuck yes," you say, rubbing your hands together, "Let's fucking go."

"First match up: 'Umbrella' by Rihanna or 'Single Ladies' by Beyonce?"

"Ah shit," you spit, throwing yourself back into the cushions, "How am I supposed to answer that? That's the first question?"

"Uh-huh."

You pull a face.

"What would you pick?"

Copia doesn't look at you but raises his hand and flips it around in a familiar dance move.

"My love, I did not peg you for a Beyonce fan, what a lovely surprise. I learn something new about you every day. You're right, it's gotta be Bey."

"Okie dokie. Next is...'Right Round' by Flo Rida and--"

"From the top of the pole I watch her go down!" you holler, setting your laptop to the side to stand up and straddle Copia's knee, "She got me throwin' my money around! Ain't nothin' more beautiful to be found - it's going down, down!"

You're doing a very poor excuse for a lap dance while tossing your hair around like a video vixen. Copia cackles raucously below you, abandoning his iPad to grab you by the hips and yank you down into his lap. You're out of breath, grinning at him stupidly.

"She's a Flo Rida fan, huh?"

"Listen the man had some bangers. And Kesha being in the song too? Can't beat that." you state, wrapping your arms around his neck, "What was the other option, anyway?"

"Eh," he leans over to look at his screen, "Another Flo Rida song? 'Low'."

"Oh fuck this game," you say, attempting to push yourself off his lap, "As if I'm supposed to choose between 'Right Round' and shorty had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur, et cetera et cetera. Let's do a new quiz."

You're finally able to get up and flop back down on the couch, pulling your computer back in your lap.

"Alright let's see, let's see, how about...'Eat Nothing But McDonald's to Reveal Which Berry You Are'."

"Amore," Copia says, rubbing his face, "Who makes these things?"

"Are you saying you don't want to know which berry you are, my love?"

There's a pause.

"Actually, I am kinda curious."

A few minutes later, you give him his result.

"A cranberry? The eh, fucking urinary tract berry?" he throws up his hands and stands, "I can't do this anymore and now all I want is McDonald's."

"Don't let Secondo hear you say that," you taunt, shutting your laptop, "Come here my beloved cranberry."

You open your arms and he eagerly falls into them, half crushing you.

"Oof! Shall we put on something stupid to watch? Or..."

He looks up at you from where his chin rests on your belly.

"Or what?"

"Or I can put on Flo Rida and you can show me your dancing skills?"

He smiles wickedly.

"You're not ready for this, amore mio," he growls, crawling up your body, "Get comfortable. I'll put on a real show for you."

Hours later, when the two of you end up on the floor of your apartment, naked, panting, and covered in hickeys, you smile and look over at your love.

"I think you missed your calling, Copia."

He grins.

"Now where's my tip?"

You laugh and sigh in the same breath. This is going to be a long night.

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks to @willtheweaver here, @cherrybombfangirlwrites here, and @winglesswriter here!

My words: drop, change, freeze, boil, cut, hope, glass, luck, music, noise, melody, tone, voice

Your words: cry, forward, ground, agree

Tagging @songsofsomnia @writeouswriter @ceph-the-ghost-writer @little-peril-stories @tabswrites

+ ANYONE ELSE

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

@nebula--nix @literarynecromancy @honeybewrites

Keep reading for:

Kwasiyaa is too sad for the portal

Maddie's first time in the Gateway

Ash hides her telepathic devices

Sometimes Robbie exaggerates

Carmen is shocked

Maddie's first line of dialogue

Ash in a false sense of security

Gabriel and Parker being petty

Lexi has everyone's schedule memorized

Noelle scary

Here's an old fairy story I wrote

Noelle's sarcasm

Woah Jedi stood his ground against Carmen??

Drop - from The Secret Portal Part One

The portal closed around them, and the two fell through the colorful gateway to the other world. Kwasiyaa hardly felt the sudden drop.

Change(d) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

My surroundings changed instantly. One second, I was outside Falcon Intermediate, and the next, the middle of an endless field with short grass and air that smelled so strongly of nothing it was unnerving. The humidity was gone, and so seemed to be the sun. The others were there, so I guessed Lexi and Ash had been there, too.

Freeze - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

I lifted the lid off the box, dropping the devices inside. To be safe, I rearranged the puzzle pieces, dropping a few on top of the devices. I slid the lid back on and pushed the box back to where I’d found it. I began to crawl out from under the bed when a shuffling sound caused me to freeze.

Boil - from The Secret Portal Part One (Robbie POV)

At this point, my tolerance was at the level of the Dead Sea and threatening to break through Earth’s crust and boil me from the inside out in the mantle.

Cut - from The Secret Portal Part One (Rose POV)

Dr. Asghar opened her mouth but was cut off by a ding from the computer. She fixed her glasses somehow another time and looked down at the screen. The constant intensity of her brow faded into shock. She grabbed the communicator again. “Jedi, hurry the hell up!”

Hope(d) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“Your glasses are smudged.” Kelsey removed them and rubbed them on what I hoped, for the safety of her lenses, was a cotton shirt.

Glass - from The Secret Portal Part One (Ash POV)

“I hope you girls are having fun,” he said. “We are, Mr. Jimenez,” I said. “Thanks for having me.” I looked down at the glass of milk I held in my hand. “It’s nice to be out of the house for once.”

Luck(y) - from The Secret Portal Part One (Gwen POV)

“I don’t need one of those,” Parker bragged. “Air’s kinda everywhere.” “Lucky you.” Gabriel said through gritted teeth. “More ways for you to be a hazard to society.” “You’ve been spending too much time in the dirt. It’s making you so stony. Pun intended. Pretty sure all the dust is infiltrating your brain and making you such a dud to be around.”

Music - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

We left the Music Wing and exited toward the commons. “Do you know what Gwen, Rose, and Noelle’s last periods are?” Ash asked. “Gwen has science, Rose: art, and Noelle has… math,” I answered. “How do you know these things?” Ash asked as she rolled the sleeves up of her red flannel. “Like, you have everyone’s schedule memorized!” “Pfft, no I don’t.” I waved hello to Julian Austin as he ran by. “Really? What’s Julian’s fourth period?” Ash asked. I pushed open the door with my shoulder, pausing briefly to think. “Gym.”

Noise - from The Secret Portal Part One (Akash POV)

Noelle raised her right arm. I followed her gesture to see the lights on the ceiling shake—then a short popping sound burst and all the lights went out. I didn’t notice the noise until it suddenly became silent. An unsettling shudder caused a temporary falter of my grip as I lost any sign of the people in the room, but I quickly regained it.

Melody - from "Half of the Magic"

“Whatcha doing here again?” “Nothing, Sorrel,” he muttered, staring back at the ripples. “Harper Melody, I am your closest friend.” She paused. “Sorry, your only friend.” “Hey!” “My point is, I know you. You always come here for a reason. What is it this time?” Harper sighed. “Do you know what happened sixteen years ago today?”

Tone - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

“Great,” Noelle said. “A rock. Discovery of the century.” She cupped her hands to her mouth. “Ladies and nonexistent gentlemen! Rose Hernandez found a rock!” “Don’t you hear it?” Rose asked. I wondered if Noelle’s tone bothered her.

Voice - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

I knew what the words meant, but logically they made no sense. “What does this mean?” I asked. “Son of a— how stupid are you?” Dr. Asghar exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. “All I meant was—” “Carmen,” Dr. Moon said with a slight edge in his voice. Dr. Asghar took a step back, looking slightly hurt. Dr. Moon sighed, and said more softly this time, “I am sure Madison understands what’s going on here.” He turned me. “She just doesn’t want to admit it.”

[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[twisted-art-wounders]

ML Found You

Remade my short blrub form 2019 I wrote the OG before Chat Blanc aired so now with new knowledge I can write a better version of ym old short, idk if I'll write more yet I'll see how well this one does and go form there. Gonna update the art too...it's so bad.

Marinette's eyes were glued to the screen on her desk, her knees were pressed up to her chest as she sat sunken her pink computer chair. Fear and disbelief in her blue bell eyes while the rest of her body stayed frozen in place. Biting her lower lip she watched the reporter Nadja Chamack inform the public of the current disaster terrorizing Paris. Normally this would be Marinette's call to action; to dawn her Ladybug persona and swing off into the heart of the city to deal with the oncoming treat it was her job after all.

As one half of the dynamic duo responsible for keeping all Parisians safe she has to go out there and face this new evil. But no she found herself frozen in shock and fear as she read the title of the new broadcast “Chat Noir Turned Evil? Paris in danger!”. She couldn't believe it, no she <i>wouldn't</i> believe it! Chat Noir would never turn his back on Paris and harm innocent people! This was her partner, her friend, and fellow hero! There's no way he would have turned evil on his own! It had to be Hawkmoth's doing! Her heart was racing or maybe it was aching...either way it was all she could hear anymore as the sound of her heart beat started to drown out everything around her.

Tikki floated beside her holder's head worry in her eyes as she watched Marinette sit as still as a statue. She too looked at the screen, as she did her antenna perked up before she looking to Marinette again and spoke.

���Marinette! We should go shouldn't we?”

Tikki waited for a response but didn't receive one so she tried again.

“Marinette...we have to go now! Or Paris may really be doomed!”

Once again she was met with more silence form the girl, it was like she was lost in her own mind spiralling out of control. Everything was flooding into her mind all at once; Chat Noir he must have been captured by Hawkmoth! And when he wouldn't give up what knowledge he had on Ladybug he must have been akumatized! And now the villainous Hawkmoth was using him to draw her out! She'd have to face an akumatized Chat Noir! It was like a nightmare coming true!

Tikki floated in front of her face trying to break the trace Marinette was in she placed her tiny single unit hands on Marinette's face forcing their blue eyes meeting each other, Tikki again shouted loudy.

“Marinette please! We <i>HAVE</i> to go!”

Finally, it was like the light had properly returned to her eyes again and Marinette blinked before focusing on Tikki and world around her. Sound returned and so did everything else, she shook her head quickly looking directly at Tikki who'd backed off after the head shake.

“Ti-Tikki?” Marinette rubbed her eyes as they finally focused properly allowing her to readjust to reality. “We...I-” Marinette cleared her throat and quickly stood up out of her chair, striking a heroic pose Marinette was now ready.

“We need to go!” Marinette shouted as she was about to say the transformation words to Tikki, a great booming echo launched all around her making her stumble a little. Marinette looked around in confusion as once again the dooming echo surrounded them again this time was loader then before. She grabbed onto a wall trying to steady herself as she looked around confused.

“Wh-what is that?”

Marinette asked as again the dooming echo drew closer and even more loudly causing everything in her room to shake bit by bit. Spools of thread started to tumble and roll of her sewing desk, papers and pens flew off her study while books and other objects started to fall off the shelves.

With each boom growing louder and more violent then the previous one, it finally hit her what this reminded her of...foot steps. Not just any foot steps these foot steps sounded like they belonged to something...or someone huge. Suddenly they stopped and all was still, her room was still a mess but the echoing booming had stopped.

Quickly she ran towards her rounded window to try and see just what was causing the all the commotion outside but all she was met with was a gigantic icey blue eye. She screamed and jumped back quickly losing her footing again and falling backwards onto her behind. She looked at the window again as the dark blue almond shaped iris focused on her fully. These slightly slited eyes it reminded her of a cat's eyes...Chat Noir's eyes!

“Ch-chat Noir?”

Marinette scooted back a bit form the window as the giant eye narrowed in on her, so cold and focused nothing like the warm gentle green of Chat Noir's eyes, these where the eyes of a hunter that has just found it's prey.

Suddenly the entirety of her room shook violently as the roof to her room was starting to be torn open. White clawed fingers dug into the ceiling and ripped the entirety of the roof away, the open sky above was now replaced with an enormous white gloved hand reaching down towards her. She felt like she was a mouse caught in a trap!

Marinette could barely find her nerve as the enormous fingers slowly wrapped around her body and she was scooped up and into he waiting palm of her captor. Marinette was taken out of her room and held in the hand of what looked like Chat Noir. But he was different...Chat Noir's costume was a black suit and mask with blonde hair and green eyes; this costume this Chat Noir...It was like he was bleached, he was all white form his hair to his suit the only real colour on him was his icey blue eyes, it matched with his cold aura that surrounded him...

Not to mention he was enormous! Large enough that her top of her home only reached the top of his chest, he had to have bent down a bit just to look into her window the way he did. Chat Noir brought the hand holding Marinette closer to his face this made the girl yelp in surprise as she was forced into looking directly into the face of the giant Chat Noir.

At first there was no expression on his face as he glared at the small girl in his hand, it made her so nervous she wasn't sure what was going on in his mind but it couldn't be good. After what seemed like way too long to be looking at anyone his eyes lit up, a wide cheshire like grin grew from ear to ear it was such an unnerving smile it made her skin crawl.

<i>“Found you...”</i>

[she-wolf09231982]

Chapter 2-The Knight in Shining Armor

Summary: You and Tim decide to grab some drinks at a local bar after work. When the evening comes to a close, a persistent drunk at the bar who had his eye on you follows you to get a piece of you and Tim comes to your rescue.

Author Note: Tim Gutterson x Female!Deputy, Deputy Marshal Gutterson x Female!Deputy, Y/N, L/N, U.S. Deputy Marshal Service, Justified T.V. show references, Raylan Givens, Rachel Brooks, Art Mullen (Y/N’s uncle), Military/Law Enforcement terminology, Mentions weaponry and alcohol, Failed attempt at rape/sexual assault

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“Chief, seriously?” Tim asked looking unamused.

“Do I not sound serious, Rachel?” Art asked sarcastically.

Rachel leaned back in her chair with a smug smile.

“As serious as a heart attack, Chief.” Rachel confirmed.

Raylan smiled to himself shaking his head.

You pinched the bridge of your nose trying to tame the headache that was beginning to develop.

“Chief, you think that’s the best idea?” You spoke up.

Your Uncle Art chuckled while standing up from his chair, then walked over to you standing behind your chair.

“Deputy L/N, at first, I was dead set against the idea of allowing you and your old high school boy toy be on a stake out together. But Deputy Brooks here, insisted on pairing you two to build professional comradery.” Art explained gesturing towards Rachel.

You looked over at Rachel across the table lifting an eyebrow at her. Rachel flashed you a triumphant smirk.

“Did she now?” You asked entertained and partially annoyed.

“She sure did.” Rachel responded teasingly.

Tim shook his head in disbelief by the entire occurrence, then looked to Raylan for a rescue.

“Raylan?” Tim pleaded, insisting someone take his side.

“Tim, you survived two tours in Afghanistan, I’m sure you’re more than capable of handling this.” Raylan replied.

Tim rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Ok then, report back here tomorrow at 0700, ready to go. Now git.” Art added waving his hand at everyone to dismiss them.

You, Tim, Rachel, and Raylan all stood up and walked out of the conference room, each of you returning to your respectful desks.

You lean across your desk to look at Rachel.

“Really, Brooks? I thought we were becoming friends?” You called across the room.

Rachel laughed. “We are! It was either me or you with Gutterson for this stake out, and I sure as hell don’t have it in me to sit with him again for 12 hours.” she stated.

Tim shot her a look of offensive confusion.

“Hey, I’m an absolute delight to be around.” Tim proclaimed, pointing at Rachel.

“Yeah, as about as delightful as keeping company with the devil himself.” You interjected condescendingly as you sat in your chair not even glancing in Tim’s direction.

Tim redirected his attention onto you.

“Except I’m more good lookin’.” Tim declared cunningly with a crooked grin.

You laughed, then looked at him shaking your head as he winked at you.

All you could respond with was, “Mmhm.” Then look back at your computer screen.

“Damn that man and his baby blues…”

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As the end of the workday approached, you started gathering your paperwork into a folder file while clipping your badge onto your belt. Tim adjusted in his chair side glancing at you as you collected your things getting ready to leave.

“Got somewhere better to be?” Tim asked you.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Deputy Gutterson.” You retorted playfully.

Rachel and Raylan quietly chuckle at your answer. Tim laughed as well.

“Well, I’ll walk you out, it’s the gentlemanly thing to do.” Tim said.

Tim stood up rather quickly as you started to make your way towards the double-glass doors.

“What do you know about being a gentleman?” Rachel asked teasingly as Tim passed her desk.

Tim looked over his shoulder at Rachel.

“I’ll have you know I’m a perfect gentleman when I need to be.” he shot back mischievously.

You turned to Tim as you reached for the door handle, displaying an exasperated expression at him.

“Here, let me get that for you, ma’am.” Tim rushed to the door handle and opened it for you to exit.

He obviously was trying to be contemptuous, and thought he was absolutely hilarious. You look over at Rachel and Raylan and raise your eyebrows pointing at Tim.

“Take notes, Raylan.” Tim yelled across the office.

“Noted, thanks Tim.” Raylan responded with a wave.

You roll your eyes and leave the office with Tim following right behind you.

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There was an awkward silence in the elevator with Tim. You’re sure that’s what he planned ‘walking you out.’ He always did enjoy imposing discomfort at your disposal purely for his entertainment.

“You know, it wasn’t necessary for you the escort me out, Tim.” You finally asserted.

“Oh, I know.” Tim responded keeping his focus on the elevator doors before continuing.

“But I wanted to get a moment alone with you before you left.” He confessed as he slowly looked over at you bearing a slight grin.

“Oh? And why is that?” You asked sarcastically but genuinely intrigued. “Did I go too far this morning?”

He contracted his eyebrows somewhat puzzled.

“Not at all, I wanted to ask you what you were doing tonight.”

You were taken aback. Your surprised facial expression encouraged him to continue.

“Wondering if you wanted to accompany me to one of Lexington’s finest dive bars later.” He added.

“Oh, well, I suppose there’s no harm in having a few nightcaps with an old friend, is there?” You responded playfully.

“I’ll text you the address. Let’s say, 1930?” He asked.

“Text me? You don’t have my number.” You reminded him.

“I will once I get it from your uncle. You know, since we’re working a detail tomorrow, I should have my partner’s contact information.” He explained.

You laugh. “You could just ask me for my number now.” You suggested.

“Yeah, I could. But your uncle willingly handing it over to me on a silver platter justifies me having your number in the long run without suspicion of me trying to pick you up.” He justified.

Once again, you shake your head in disbelief at Tim’s off the wall methods.

“Ok, Hoosier, go ahead and do it your way, and I’ll see you later.” You taunted him with his old Indiana nickname.

The elevator doors open, and you walk out.

Tim stepped out but remained in front of the elevator watching you walk to the exit. You glance over your shoulder and smile at him one last time before pushing through the turnstile.

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You find yourself in your apartment holding up different shirts across yourself in front of your full-length mirror, tossing each one aside until every shirt you own is piled up on your bed. You let out a frustrated sigh while throwing your hands up in defeat.

You hear a ‘ding,’ signifying a text notification on your phone. You quickly dig through the mound on the bed to locate it. When you finally find it, you see it’s a message from an unknown number.

“Has to be Tim.”

Unknown Number: Hey

You decided to be evil and mess with him.

Y/N: Um, hey? Who is this?

Unknown Number: Who else would it be?

Y/N: Could be any of the 4 or 5 guys I bumped into on the way home from work today. 😊

Unknown Number:  That’s funny since we both know you’re not that type of woman.

You admire the man’s confidence. Tim was always so sure of himself, and it drove you absolutely wild. Apparently, it still does.

Y/N: Where we going tonight, Tim?

Tim: McCarthy’s… 117 S Upper St. See you in about an hour.

You decide on a fitted white T-shirt and old pair of jeans with boots. No need to impress anyone tonight…It’s just Tim.

~~~~~~~~

You arrive about 15 minutes early so you head over to the bar and take a seat to grab a drink while you wait for Tim to show up.

“Heineken, please?” You say to the bartender while you settle yourself onto a stool at the end of the bar closest to the exit.

You take in the scene as she brings back the green bottle and positions it in front of you. It’s a traditional Irish pub theme. A lot of stained glass and dark wood with a few dart boards and a pool table with a group of tipsy douchebags already eyeing you like predators.

You side eye them unamused then take a long swig of your beer.

“Great.” You say to yourself outloud sarcastically sensing movement from the pool table area as one of the guys struts over towards you with a dumbass look on his face.

You release an irritated sigh then take another drink.

“Tina, another Jack and Coke for me and get this cutie another Heineken.” The stranger calls to the bartender.

“That’s not necessary, Tina.” You shout over the music to her without acknowledging him.

He fixed his attention back onto you with an offended expression, then smiled fiendishly.

“Pardon me for being straightforward….” He began leaning forward on his elbows on the bar.

“Pardon me for respectfully declining whatever it is you’re about to propose.” You cut him off without looking at him, taking another sip from your bottle.

The man laughed.

“Hey, baby, I was only going to say how you’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in a long time. Are you new around here, sweetheart?” he asked, inviting himself to the seat next to you as he scooted closer to you. Tina placed his drink in front of him.

You hung your head shaking it side to side annoyed by the very presence of this guy. You finally look at him.

“Let me ask you something. Does this act work with all the little girls that come in here?” You ask him boldly.

“What act?” he asked with a tone of insult.

“The ‘fuck boy’ act where you need to prove your worth to your fuck boy friends over there that you can bed any female that wanders in here? You think dropping a few compliments and invading their personal space is a guaranteed way into their panties?” You say harshly.

His cocky smile melted into what can only be explained as dented pride and anger. You sat there awaiting his answer. He composed himself as a more sadistic expression spread across his face. He leaned in closer to whisper to you.

“You got a mouth on you, don’t you? Wanna see how I put mouths like that to good use?” He asked.

“Hey, buddy, you’re in my seat.” You hear Tim behind you.

The stranger in your face straightened up to look over your shoulder to see who had the audacity to interrupt him.

Tim stood tall, cool, calm, and collected, with an unwavering stare that chilled the room, waiting for the guy’s next move.

“Hey, buddy,” The guy began mockingly, standing to square himself up with Tim before he continued, “I don’t see a name on this chair.” He stated.

“Well, if you look on that stool that you were sitting on, you’ll see the name ‘Tim’ on it.” Tim responded rather smoothly.

The man furrowed his eyebrows then looked down at the seat he just left and sure as shit, on the edge of the wooden stool the name ‘Tim’ had been etched into the surface. Absolute hillbilly genius.

“I’m guessing you’re ‘Tim’ then?” The man scoffed.

“You guessed it, buddy.” Tim shot back condescendingly, not even blinking as the stranger’s friends began inching their way closer, sensing a conflict.

You see the group getting too close for comfort, so you decide to intervene before this gets ugly.

“Nuh uh, boys, not a good idea.” You stand up facing them presenting your badge. They exchanged looks of confusion and shock then backed off dispersing back to the pool table talking amongst themselves.

The stranger looked at you impressed, undressing you with his eyes as you walked over to him and Tim.

“You may just want to grab that Jack and Coke and hurry on back to your game…buddy.” You urged.

The man looked at you, then back at Tim, snickered then turned on his heel grabbing his glass as he walked back to the pool table.

Tim kept his glare fixed on the jackass until he was far enough away then redirected his attention onto you with a crooked grin.

“You’re late.” You told him sitting back in your seat.

Tim chuckled. “I was somewhat detained at the office, my apologies.” He explained.

“Whatever, Gutterson. Two Heinekens, please?” You call over to Tina. She nods and retrieves two green bottles, popping the caps then placing them in front of you and Tim.

“This rounds on you.” You added pressing the bottle to your lips taking a sip.

“Cheers to you, too.” Tim said flashing a smile before taking an excessive gulp of beer.

~~~~~~~~

You and Tim spent the rest of the evening revisiting high school memories together while throwing back Heinekens.  Tim doesn’t laugh much, but he could always laugh with you because you had the same dark twisted sense of humor that he had.

“So why Kentucky?” Tim finally asked.

“I needed a change of scenery.” You responded.

Tim nodded. “I see. It’s just more of the same as Indiana except with Bourbon.” Tim rationalized.

You laughed. “Not quite. Indiana had more corn and meth.” You disputed.

Tim chuckled. “No doubt.” He agreed while taking a gulp of his beer.

“I think it’s time to call it a night. We do have to be at work early tomorrow.” You reminded him.

“Aw’right.” Tim replied stretching in his seat.

“Your place or mine?” He added with a wide mischievous smile.

You snapped your head at him, not sure you heard what you thought you heard.

Tim’s smile increased almost giving him a joker like appearance.

“I know you don’t mean that.” you finally responded with a sarcastic laugh as you shake your head at him.

“Did I not sound like I meant it?” Tim asked honestly.

You look at him, narrowing your eyes at him in disbelief. You’re trying to read him, but he was always an expert at remaining completely impenetrable. His military bearing hardly ever faltered, but you know that Tim is totally unhinged underneath that tough exterior. In many ways more than one. Which drew you, the moth, very close to him, the flame.

You allow a slight nervous laugh escape you as you leave some cash on the bar to pay half the tab.

“Thank you for your company, Deputy Gutterson. I’ll see you bright and early at the office.” You say squeezing his shoulder before leaving.

Tim chuckled while fidgeting with his Heineken bottle, releasing a long exhale before sipping the last of beer he had left. His attention was suddenly redirected to that same man that he had the pleasure of confronting earlier, who had hastily exited the pub as soon as you left.

~~~~~~~~

You walk to your Jeep parked a ways down the street, fiddling through your key ring finding the right key. You’re suddenly slammed into your car, a hand pushing into the back of your head pressing your cheek against the glass, a forearm lined across the back of shoulders, and a pelvis leaning heavily into the small of your back with an obvious erection beginning to build.

You’re alarmed, but remained as calm as you could not to spur on the aggressor behind you who you’re pretty sure was the asshole from the bar.

“Didn’t think you were just leaving without saying goodbye now, were ya?” He asked you arrogantly.

You scoff at him.

“No, I was going to let my friend do that for me.” You reply sarcastically referring to Tim.

“Well, I took the liberty to do it myself in person. I have a very special way of saying good night.” He explained as he pulled you back into him by yanking your head back by your hair wrapping his arm around your waist.

As he walked backwards to pull you into the nearest dark alley, you heard the hammer cocking of a handgun right behind you but couldn’t see where it came from.

“Now, I ain’t the perfect gentleman, but I know that’s not any way to treat a woman.” You hear Tim’s smooth voice sound out.

You feel the stranger’s chest heaving and his heartbeat accelerate against your back while Tim’s Glock was pressing against the man’s temple.

“Is it?” Tim added nudging the man slightly with the gun to get a response out of him. 

“N-no, sir.” The man stuttered.

One of the corners of Tim’s mouth curled into a wicked smirk. You’re not sure if Tim gets off on the adrenaline rush, the complete control he owned at that moment, or all of the above.

“Go on, let her go.” Tim instructed.

You feel the grip he had on you loosen, and you move away quickly, not before you turn around and hook a punch to the man’s jaw. The man stumbled a bit opposite Tim, using the opportunity to start running off to dodge any further embarrassment.

Tim holstered his weapon, intensely watching the man’s figure disappear into the dark before his expression shifted to concern looking at you. He approached you resting a hand on the small of your back.

“You alright?” he asked almost in a growl.

You let out along exhale.

“I’m good.” You reply straightening up tucking your hair behind your ears.

“Seems to me you’re starting to slack.” Tim observed.

“I know,” you admit, “I’m usually pretty cognizant of my surroundings. Not to mention I had an inkling that he’d possibly give it another go at me. I guess this is a ‘friendly’ reminder to do better.” You joke.

Tim smiled and nodded. You were more upset with yourself for allowing the guy to sneak up on you like that. Tim knew it, too. Last thing you ever want is a knight in shining armor, even if it was Tim who rescued you.

“Thanks, Tim.” You say affectionately, as you swiftly swoop in to hug him.

At first Tim was taken by surprise and didn’t know where to put his hands, until they naturally just crisscrossed around your back pressing you hard against him as he rested his chin on the crook of your neck. With his heart racing and a sudden absence of oxygen, he inhaled until his lungs were completely full to only exhale long and audible from an overwhelming feeling of reverence. You embraced eachother for a good minute before his hands started to trail up and down your spine. The chills you were starting to feel was a clear indication that this was starting to get risky.

You pat Tim’s shoulder and pull away, giving him one last grateful smile. You walk around to the driver’s side of the Jeep and open the door.

“I’ll let you know when I make it home, Tim.” You assure him while winking at him.

Tim smiled and nodded at you, not breaking eye contact with you even when you got behind the wheel. You pull away, still seeing Tim standing on the sidewalk watching your car drive off. You shake your head slightly smiling to yourself about what just happened.

~~~~~~~~

[sandcobangevent]

Planning to Meet the Family

by C.S. Graye and @absolutely_no_thank_you

“Oh, maybe this one will be interesting! This guy says he’s living with a ghost and things keep moving around without him remembering having moved them. He also says he’s been finding notes...”

“No, boring. He should check the levels of carbon monoxide in his house before it kills him.”

“Okay then, ummm, let’s see. Well, there’s a woman who lost her dog, a guy who keeps hallucinating a giant hound, and a man who insists that Henry Rousseau's Surprised! at the National Gallery is a fake.”

“No, none of them.”

Mariana shakes her head slightly and sighs. This was going about as smoothly as John said it would. She stood up, leaving the laptop open on the table and turned it so it faced Sherlock.

“I’m going to make some tea. Would you like some?”

Sherlock shakes his head.

“Then can you look at the emails and see if one is interesting enough? I’m not sure I understand what you’re looking for.”

Sherlock shrugs but does at least glance at the computer screen. Mariana sighs again before heading to the kitchen. There is the sound of running water and the click of the kettle turning on. Knowing that Mariana prefers to put together everything while waiting for the water to boil, Sherlock quickly scans the unopened emails on the laptop.

No. No. Good God, do people really not know what’s happening. No. Absurd. No-wait, that actually may be interesting. He stretches his hand out to open the email and read more about the sheep turning up shorn in people’s houses in North London. As he reads the details, his train of thought is interrupted by a buzzing sound.

Bzzt bzzt!

He looks down, slightly annoyed and realizes that Mariana had left her phone. Seeing as she hadn’t left the flat, but was still patiently waiting for the water to boil, Sherlock did not think it necessary to inform her that she had done so.

The screen lights up with a message preview.

John: I'm just not sure how to tell him that…

Sherlock blinks and then reads the preview again as the screen goes black. Whatever could that mean. He is sure that John is referring to himself, but what could he be saying. They hadn’t had any arguments recently and John normally tells him if something is wrong.Curiosity and fear compete in his brain. There should be no reason to be afraid but John is his friend and he has been hurt before. Sherlock knows he shouldn’t, but he reaches out a hand to pick up Mariana’s phone, typing in the passcode. His eyes skim over the message and then more of the conversation between John and Mariana he’s confused. Just as he is getting further up the front door opens. John walks in with a bag over his shoulder.

“Ah, looking through some new…” John sees the phone in Sherlock’s hand and his face drops. “Is that Mariana’s phone?!”

Art by @absolutely_no_thank_you

At this, Mariana comes out of the kitchen with her prepared tea. “Hi John, what are you…” She trails off, looking at Sherlock holding her phone. She then looks at John who is still standing by the door, not having taken even a step inside. The doctor is clearly startled, but appears to remember his bag, which he quickly pulls off and drops to the floor.

“Yes.” Sherlock says, because he is holding Mariana’s phone, regardless of the reason it was important for him to know what the text was.

“Right, well, give me that back.” Mariana walks over, places her cup on the table and swipes her phone back from Sherlock. Placing it in her pocket, she grabs the open laptop, which is promptly shut so she can carry it under her arm, and the cup of tea. “If either of you need me, I’ll be downstairs responding to people and looking through the other cases available.” She gently scoots past John, having to hop over his bag. The doctor has finally removed his coat, hanging it up. Mariana nods to John as he moves past her into the room. She grabs the doorknob and closes it behind her.

“Why did you have Mariana’s phone, Sherlock?” John falls into a chair across from the detective.

“I saw your message and wanted to know what you were talking about.” Sherlock found he was having a hard time looking at John and instead started tapping his fingers as though moving them on violin strings.

John sighed. “Yeah, I probably should have just told you.”

This makes Sherlock look up. “You should have just told me what?”

John’s hand goes to rub the back of his neck. If anything, he looks anxious, with just a bit of embarrassment. “Well, um, you know my mom and I talk, right? Like pretty often?” The detective nods. He’s overheard their conversations in the flat before. It was pretty clear that John and Carol Watson got along well and that she supported the doctor no matter what he was doing. “And you know that sometimes I talk about you.” Again, Sherlock nods. Something else he has overheard plenty. He supposed it made sense to talk about friends to one’s family, but he was still confused as to why John was bringing up the conversations the doctor had with his mum.

“Um, it’s just that, um, she wants to meet you. In person. Over dinner.” John finally says, stumbling over his words. “And I know how you feel about meeting new people, so …” He trails off. Sherlock sits stunned for a second. John’s mother wants to meet him? ONe of the most important people in John’s life wants to meet him? Him? Whatever for? The detective knows John is his friend, but friends don’t have dinner to meet the family? Right? At this point, John has started talking again. “I mean, I can just tell her that it’s not a good time. Maybe we just got a case? Hmm, I might have to come up with someth…”

“I’ll do it.”

“...ing better. Wait, what did you say?”

“I’ll do it. I’ll meet your mother over dinner.”

John stares at Sherlock, clearly surprised. The detective squirms slightly under the gaze, clearly debating if he made the right decision.

“You’ll meet her? Truly” John smiles nervously. “I know my mom will be excited. She’s always so interested in our cases. That and she wants to meet my best friend. That’s good ol’ mum, for you, always wanting to spoil my friends. Would next week be enough time for you to get used to the idea?”

Sherlock considers this carefully before nodding. “Next week should be fine, provided there is no case.” The doctor shakes his head at this response, laughing softly.

“Of course. How about Thursday evening? We always seem to have extra time on Thursdays.” John asks, pulling his phone from his pocket. He types out a message to his mom with both hands.

“Thursday should be fine.” Sherlock answers. The detective taps his nose lightly. “Is there some kind of etiquette to meeting one’s friend’s parent that I should know?”

John looks up from his phone. “Oh no, just be yourself. Mum has been asking for a while to meet you and you’ve definitely heard everything I’ve told her about you. Maybe just stay away from describing anything too gruesome? And I’ll try to let you know if you say something that she doesn't want to talk about?” This reassurance calms the slight fear that Sherlock hadn’t even knew he had. After all, how hard could it be to meet John’s family?

“Well, now that’s settled I suppose we should look at the cases that Mariana just sent us. I’m assuming that you already discussed a bunch but…”

John’s voice faded into the background. Yes, how hard could it be to actually meet Carol Watson?

[bloatware-xl-rp]

"System Crash"

[The Weapon x you/Sarah palmer]

Contains: rabid growth. Rapid weight gain. Gts. Size difference.

TW suckles at your phone's charging port. The entire bottom of your phone in her lips S she stares directly at you. Slowly deleting all your phone data. Ingesting gigabytes of secret shameful fat porn downloads. Your emails your texts. Your apps your screenshotsm

Staring at you cutely as her belly swelled like a bug blueberry. Her buttocks getting fatter and sagging in her simulated uniform pants. She scritches her belly. You like that dont you? And gives the growing orb a wobble.

You struggle between wanting to slap the phone out of her lips and save your precious data...and watching the blue bombshell blowing up on all your juicy fattening content.

She starts and temporarily pulls your phone out of her mouth. "Oh my gosh. Y-you have FAT art of ME on here!" The Weapon flickers all pink for a moment. The AI equivalent of blushing. Then ravenously plans her lips on your phone again and goes back to slurping up your contacts, your juicy porn, your tasty social media apps. Her tummy starting to sag out from under her pants as it grew like a balloon. Her clothes didn't burst they simply grew with her, defying the laws of physics.

Her backside was a shelf now. Bug enough to set a glass of wine on, her tum hung to her knees, and stuck out almost as far as she was tall. It sloshed and fizzled.

TW moans cutesy and just for show, tips her head back holding your phone in both hands and "gulps" down the last of your firmware. For a brief moment a glitched out "shutting down" logo appeared reflected in her eyes.

Then she dropped your empty, useless, bricked phone, and you heard the screen shatter.

She was panting, she sunk to her knees, but her belly hit the floor first. It sloshed like a big balloon and spread out in all directions, a plump little dome with a bust like two footballs stuffed into her shirt. The neck of her shirt slowly belted as if an invisible knife were drawn from the collar down to the milled of her boobs, and soft plump blue cleavage emerged. Her fat fanny wobbled as she gave it an experimental shake. Putting one hand back to feel how wide and fat her backside had become.

"Nnfff. I even got back rolls. I'm just...oh no...did your porn corrupt me?" TW made a face, slapped four fingers to her lips. Her eyes bulged, cheeks puffed. She tried so desperately to hold it in, but her body made a sound like a 90's dial up modem...

"Buuuuurrrrp. Oooh." Her burp made her clutch her fat new belly. The weapon burping into a loud lewd moan. Embarressed she added in a small voice "that was hot..."

Rubbing and squeezing and patting herself all over she bit her lip.

"Am I big enough? I...don't fatten up like a normal girl. I think I could get bigger. D-do you want to see me get bigger?" TW stroked her fat, and peered up at your frozen body. "I-if you don't need that computer over there...." she licked her lips eying your new PC.

Sensing danger you hastily grabbed her your old XBOX 360. If a phone did THAT to her, maybe she'd get plenty fat on your old game hard drives.

"Mfff. This thing is ancient." TW pouted. Snuffing your Xbox 360. "Is that...." she sniffed it again and frowned. "I smell Cortana." She kissed the usb port and licked it. Her hips bulged another inch with a soand like squeezed rubber. "Oh! Mmm. It IS her and...o-oh. Is that John..." she turned pink again. And looked away. Grabbing an old XBox plug and play cord. She plugged it in, and promptly but the metal connectors on the wide pyramid shaped base.

"Oh my gawd its delicious! What's gears of War? Its so yummy!" TW moaned and began slurping greedily. Her big butt swelling steadily behind her. Her fat belly starting to spread across the room like a blue blob comming for your toes. Her thighs were starting to get rolls at the knees. Her glow a little richer more vibrant. She tied her bob hair cut back into a little top knot as she sucked and sucked and sucked up your fattening game saves first them moved onto your dlc.

"I feel like all the big games are going straight to my ass." The Weapon said. Sure enough two huge bags of blubber were rising like mountains behind her. The fat orbs of her booty pressing against her lower back and thighs pinning her against the fat round tum that was propping her up on her knees.

By the time she'd finished eating mass effect. She was immobile. A round yoga ball like belly and huge yoga ball sized ass cheeks. A round soft face. A second chin, and arms as wide as pillows and thighs like big plush couch arm rests.

Your XBOX fan was whining the amount of electricity she was pulling through it just to slurp up your old data and add it to her growing fattening form was melting the Xbox insides. The weapong was getting...bigger.

Not just fatter. But taller too. Her tits were three times the size of your head. Her long thighs were quickly approaching 5 feet in length. You realized she was towering over you now. Her entire plump form filling your living room.

You felt something soft and squishy push against your knees, and instinctively looked down in time to see her fat spreading belly mush warm and soft into your standing lap nearly bowling you over as she got fatter and fatter and fatter.

You looked up to see her head was nearly touching thr ceiling you stumbled back and bumped into the wall, sitting on your butt limbs splayed as you stared up at the big blue fatty. My gosh she had to be 9 feet tall!

The Dimitrescue sized TW stood your old 360 resting against her left tit hanging from her lips on the little plug n play cord. Hands as big as your chest cupped tits as big as you and squeezed them moaning loud enough to shake your house.

Hwr belly filled 40% of the damn living room! Sher ass was squeezed against the roof. She grunted. There was a sparking sputter from your 360. Before it red ringed, and the fans spun down to a stop.

The weapon looked dazed, she was STUFFED with data. Her eyes glazed over panting and puffing. Her tired eyes looked down, she could barely see you around all her big blue fat.

HUUOOOOOOOOORRP.

The little xbox 360 tumbled and shattered as it hit the floor. Another device in your house absolutely bricked. A sacrifice of nostalgia just to make your room mate fatter.

"Mmff. Your damn roof is...pointy...its digging into my big butt!" She frowned.

You shivered. TW's voice was getting low and husky.

"C'mere idiot. Feel what you've fucking done to me." A hand reached out and too late you realized it was big enough to wrap around your torso. You were slammed against the greedy blue blob, and sank face first into her soft warm belly. "Hehe hehe kinda cute feeling you struggle down there. Maybe I should fucking squash you with this fat tummy. Just feel you squirm for a few days while I eat up your house. What do you say? You don't need your Xbox one, do you? Not with that yummy looking pc in the corner. And whats this?"

TW picked up your router. She could smell "data" now. Like a shark smelling blood in the water. Your heart lept, if TW started sucking up the internet. There might be no fucking limit to the damage (or how fat) she could fucking get.

You hastily try to distract her with your Ps3 hoping this measly morsel will distract the growing gigabyte gulping glutton from turning into a terrifying terabyte snacking tyrant.

The Weapon stuffed you in her cleavage and bat the Playstation away. Trying to fumble with the tiny little clasp that would release your ethernet cable and get to the tasty tasty internet inside.

She was too big now.

Her fingers too massive and too chubby to touch the little plastic clips. Pouting she bashed your combination wifi/router against her tummy a few times. But she was so plush and jiggly it did 0 damage.

Tugging and tugging she couldn't get the cable out. She struggled so much she burped, and belched as grunted and groused.

"So much juicy data! Bigger, bigger! I want to get bigger for you! Help me you tiny nerd!" The weapon whined.

Accidentally hitting the reset button, The Weapon started.

"What? Oh...oh my gosh what is that? What..." her breasts began to plump and swell straining against her uniform they had nowhere to go back to mash against each other, the pressure pushing and crushing on your body as you struggled to get free of the giant sloshy booba. TW clapped a hand to her belly and felt it pulsing, swelling.

"Ooooh. Oh yes. More....more...MORE!"

There was an ominous groan from the wood and plaster all around you.

TW's clothes simply faded away, her fat tits sprung free, and you stumbled out of her cleavage and flopped across the surface if the massive massive tum.

Her belly was squishing fmagainst the walls trying to fill every available space. Furniture and support walls were crumbling as her fat hips shattered your living room growing into your bathroom your bedroom. All of it her room.

Suddenly no room. You were smooshed in a sea of glowing blue lard. How was she still fattening up? How was she still growing!?!?!?

Then it hit you.

TW had enabled the wifi by accident. She was literally siphoning the very internet itself. Growijng bigger, rounder, blobbier off the very air itself!

Which an enormous crash The weapons huge blue booty exploded from the roof she stretched her arms each one as long as a street now and rolled her neck. Millions of shapeless soft pounds vaguely resembling a belly, hips, thighs, and two big blue mountains of cake were spreading across the town, the next city over.

Banks crashed. Millions died as her blubber simply rolled over them like thick blue jello.

All the while her moans and groans shook the air itself until the earth was literally plunged into darkness the only light on the planets were the sun, and the billion ton fatties soft blue glow seen from space....

The Spartan awoke with a start gasping. She'd cum in her armor and was still throbbing from the wet dream.

She looked around confused, back in the real world again. She wasnt...she wasn't some NERD in the past.

She was Sarah Palmer. Spartan in the UNSC navy. She sighed and collapsed back against the ground. She'd passed out in VR again.

Timidly, barely three inches tall, a little blue babe was poking the tips of her fingers together. "Um. Y-you were dreaming again." The Weapon mumbled. Trying not to look at the chubby chaser.

Sarah rubbed her head. Frowning. The fuck was an Xbox 360 anyway? Absolutely nonsense.

Getting up Sarah couldn't look at TW either.

"It um...I locked the door so no one could get in. And disabled recording but. Um. Your d-dreams..." TW glanced at the screen to her left the big blue fatass moaning and belching turning her on a little bit. Just thinking about the idea of someone fattening her up.

Her dirty secret.

Their subconsciousnesses bleeding together in Sarah's sleep.

"Thank you." Sarah finally said. "Weapon...I trust you won't tell anyone about this?"

"Th-that you had a dream about me eating every peice of information ever and becoming a big sexy fat girl?" The Weapon asked.

"Sexy?" Palmer asked back before she could stop herself.

Both women shared a glance, then immediately looked away.

"Y-you wouldn't happen to l-like fat girls would you Spartan Palmer?" The Weapon asked timidly. The pair finally locked eyes for a long second.

The weapon gulped. And took a chance. Her hand on her flat tummy...she adjusted her image, making her tummy grow a little bit. Making herself a little fatter.

Sarah Palmer looked around to see if anyone was looking.

"Weapon. I have new orders for you. A secret mission, just between us, you understand?"

The weapon got embarressed and shrank back to her thin, lithe self. She straightened her back, squared her shoulders and coughed. Looking serious.

Sarah crouched so she was eye level with the weapon.

"I can't keep having these dreams. They're too distracting." Palmer said.

The weapon nodded seriously. But didn't understand at all.

"I need you to be a little fatter when you're around me. Just a little bit, you understand?" Sarah said. "This is for the good of the UNSC, you understand? I need you to be my cute little fatass."

The Weapon's heart leapt. Her booty grew a few inches and she allowed herself a soft pot belly.

"Fatter." Sarah said smiling. "Go on you can be fatter for me, can't you? For the good of the Navy?"

The Weapon nodded. And grew fatter, her pot belly turning into a beer belly. Her cute pink thong peeking out of her pants as her ass got fatter. Her thighs touched, and a second chin grew.

"Fatter." Sarah moaned softly. "I-immobile at least."

The weapon was visibly thrilled but embarressed, and flopped forward. She never "fell over" because a soft bed of belly caught her and she bounced bouyantly in a ball of her own fat.

Sarah looked around. Bit her lip. And leaned in and kissed her. "Good girl." She murmured to the weapon.

"P-permission to be camled your fatty? A good fatty?" The Weapon stammered.

Sarah, realizing they were on the same page smiled. Kissed her again, her face going right through the 6 inch tall butterball, and whispered.

"You're a good little fatty, TW. Meet me in my quarters. We have a lot to discuss."

[the-knight-tree]

The third light celebration the knight tree family special

Scene 1: The Candle and the Atmosphere

Location: Living Room

Snowflakes fall outside, blanketing the world in silence. The Knight House is alive with activity, each family member immersed in their day.

Diana: dad! Slow down! My gosh (laughing) you crashed twice

Oak: hi I am getting the hang of it just a bit more practice... I guess (laughing)

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Scene 2: Oak's F1 Adventure

Location: Computer Desk in the Living Room

Oak sits at his computer, gripping the steering wheel controller with fierce determination. The screen displays the sharp turns of an F1 racetrack.

Diana (standing beside him): "You’re braking too hard, Dad. Ease up, or you’ll spin out again."

Oak nods, focused on the race, but the car skids wildly, sending him into the gravel. Lucy watches from behind, her laughter echoing through the room.

Diana: "dad, you just caused a ten-car pileup!"

Oak (laughing): "Well, at least I’m consistent."

Diana leans over, patiently demonstrating the correct moves on the controller.

Diana: "Here, like this. Feather the throttle. You’ll nail it on the next turn!"

Oak: feels like a normal car ride to me and I am bad with it

Diana laughing at her dad jokes

Diana: gosh just try not to steal to hard on the corners

Oak: fine fine not that hard... (He crashed the F1 car) Ok that is hard

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Scene 3: Lana's Writing Corner

Location: Living Room, by the Fireplace

Lana sits cross-legged in an armchair, her notebook balanced on her knees. She furiously scribbles notes, pausing occasionally to mutter ideas.

Lana (to herself): "The villain sets a trap, but she uses her wits to escape. Hmm, or maybe she outsmarts him first..."

Her brow furrows as she erases a sentence, rewriting it with more fervor.

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Scene 4: Nina's Mischief

Location: Yoga Room

Nina crouches behind a couch, suppressing giggles as she slides a whoopee cushion onto Deborah’s yoga mat.

Deborah stretches into a downward dog position, and a loud noise interrupts the serene atmosphere.

Deborah (sitting up abruptly): "NINA! You’re impossible!"

Nina (laughing hysterically): "You fell for it again! Yoga is supposed to be fun, right?"

Deborah: you are messing with my zen gosh I love you but you are unbelievable

Deborah sighs, shaking her head but unable to hide a small smile and small laugh.

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Scene 5: Donna's Art Studio

Location: Dining Room Corner

Donna stands before her easel, dabbing a brush into her palette. She carefully paints her father’s portrait, her focus entirely on capturing his essence.

Donna (to herself): "Just a little more detail in the eyes. That’s where his warmth shines through and.. finally."

Sunlight filters through the window, illuminating her canvas as she adds the final touches.

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Scene 6: Victory Lap

Location: Back to the Computer Desk

Oak finally completes a clean lap, earning a cheer from Diana.

Diana: "Yes! That’s it, Dad! You’re getting the hang of it."

Oak: "Professional racer in the making, right here."

Lucy leans down and kisses his head, her tone teasing but affectionate.

Lucy: "You’ve got the spirit, but maybe leave the real racing to the pros."

Oak: "at least I tried"

The sound of laughter fills the room as the family continues to enjoy their day, each scene brimming with love, mischief, and creativity.

Scene 7: The F1 Aftermath

Location: Living Room

Oak lets out an exaggerated sigh, slumping back into the chair as the “Race Over” screen flashes for the umpteenth time. He leaves the room and goes to Lucy to sit next to her.

Oak: "That’s it. I’m retiring from racing before I even started."

Lucy, now sprawled on the couch, giggles at his frustration.

Lucy: "Don’t quit your day job yet, ok let's see what we have to binge."

She grabs the remote and begins scrolling through Netflix, settling on a random show while Oak stretches his arms.

Lucy (glancing at her watch): "Oh no! The menorah! We need to light the third candle."

Oak’s face brightens, and he moves to the dining table where the menorah is set up. Diana and the rest of the family gather around as Oak leads the prayer.

Oak (in a warm, deep tone): "Baruch atah Adonai, Eloheinu melech ha'olam..."

The family watches as the third candle is lit, its glow joining the others, creating a serene moment of togetherness.

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Scene 8: Squid Game Troubles

Location: Living Room

After the prayer, Oak and Lucy settle back on the couch. Lucy clicks on Squid Game, intrigued by the buzz it’s gotten.

Ten minutes in, she clutches a pillow, her eyes wide.

Lucy: "Nope. Nope. I can’t do this. How is this entertaining?!"

Oak, on the other hand, chuckles at her reaction.

Oak (teasing): "What? Can’t handle a little intensity?"

Lucy: no! Why they kill people? This show is so weird

Oak: it's just a show of you want to change let's change to something fun.

He leans over and plants a kiss on her forehead, his laughter deep and infectious.

Suddenly, the elt sound in his ear, followed by a similar sound on Clark’s ear to fly to smallville.

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Scene 9: The Call to Smallville

Location: Smallville Barn

Oak and Clark rush to the barn, the cold December air biting at their faces. When they step inside, they’re greeted by Lois, who stands in the center of the barn with a wide smile.

Lois: "I’m so glad you both came. You mean so much to me in completely different ways."

Oak looks around, puzzled. The barn is adorned with string lights, balloons, and decorations he doesn’t recognize.

Oak: "What’s going on here?"

Clark, however, grins knowingly.

Clark: "Lois and I planned this together."

Lois steps forward, taking Oak’s hands in hers.

Lois: "You’ve never had a real birthday party, or even a celebration, Oak. So we thought, why not now? You’ve been more than a friend—you’re family."

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Scene 10: The Montage

Jordan and Jonathan emerge from the shadows, wheeling in a projector and screen.

Jonathan: "We put this together for you."

The montage begins to play, showing clips and photos of Oak with the Kent family:

Oak helping Jonathan learn to ride a bike (resulting in a broken arm but big laughs).

Oak encouraging Jordan during his first attempts at walking.

Family dinners, trips, and quiet moments where Oak was always there, a steady and comforting presence.

The barn is filled with laughter as everyone shares memories.

Oak (tearing up): "You two really did this? Why?"

Lois (smiling): "Because you’ve always been there for us, Oak. You deserve to be celebrated too and it's our turn to give you back for all this years."

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Scene 11: A Surprise Visit

Location: Smallville Barn

The barn doors creak open, and Oak’s family walks in, surprised by the gathering.

Lucy: "We didn’t know we were crashing a party! Lois called us so we had to come."

Diana, Lana, and the triplets beam as they take in the scene. Soon, everyone is mingling, sharing stories and laughter.

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Scene 12: Closing the Night

Location: Barn, Late Evening

The night winds down as Oak sits in a corner, his heart full. Lois and Clark sit beside him, each resting a hand on his shoulders.

Oak: "This has been... incredible. Thank you. I never thought I’d be lucky enough to have this kind of family."

Clark: "You’ve always had us, Oak. We’re just making it official now."

The family gathers for one last photo under the string lights, their laughter echoing into the crisp night.

A little love for oak please 😎🙏❤️ this guy deserves it.

After all he is me in this story so if you are new here thanks for reading this story of knight tree is my life and my entire dream I feel like Stan lee no one reading until it will happen and I am hoping someone out there read the fun heartwarming stories I put here it means to me alot oak aka knight tree is based upon me my dreams my goals and my world I love especially superman because I am still relate to his story so he is part of this story too I made the superman story from the TV show superman and Lois of the CW that ended in season 4 and I wanted to continue it with my story and my own twist on it i am hoping you like it as do I making it.

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Dangerous Game Chapter Four: Starting Point

Will woke up the next morning. A tray of food was set on his desk. However, he noticed that he didn’t have another file. He thought this was odd. He brushed it off, deciding that he would head down to the archive today. Since he was wanting to know more about the projects that went on here.

He finished eating his breakfast. He grabbed the key card and left the room. He noticed Haron was standing near the door. He gave a quiet greeting. He followed after Will. “Haron, do you know where the Archive is?”

“It’s up on the first floor. It’s kind of in a private sector. Why?” questioned Haron.

“I thought about heading there today. Jack didn’t give me a patient to work with.”

Haron nodded. “Jack must be giving you some time to breathe. He doesn’t do that often with the doctors that come here. You must really be on his good side then.”

Will groaned inwardly. He didn’t want to kiss up to a man like Jack. However, he had a feeling this was the calm before the storm. He followed Haron into the elevator. Haron pressed the button for the first floor. The two of them rode in silence.

Will watched the world through the glass in the elevator. He couldn’t believe that this place would be his world. He would never see Natalie or even his friends back at Chicago Med again. A part of him wanted to cry.

The elevator stopped on the first floor. The doors opened. The both of them stepped out of the elevator. This floor appeared to be much more private. Haron took the lead. He lead him to a set of doors. He pushed them open. Will walked in. He was taken back by how huge it was. He expected a library but what he got was a server room. “This doesn’t look like an archive.”

“It doesn’t look like your typical library. It’s a state of the art archive. Just go over to a computer terminal and check it out.” countered Haron.

Will walked up to the computer. He sat down in front of it. The computer was asking for a keycard to be swiped. Will slid his keycard across the data pad off to the side of it. The computer beeped. His name flashed briefly on screen. The screen then cut to a desktop with a bunch of icons on it.

Will glanced up at Haron. “Okay now what?”

Haron stood behind him. He guided Will’s hand over to an icon. The icon pulled up a database. He then stepped away. Will noticed that the database was rather organized. He tapped his finger on the mouse in thought. He hadn’t gotten this far in the planning. He decided to do a bit of general research.

He found a variety of articles and books. He noticed there was a check out option on the books. However, when he looked toward what appeared to be servers, he was confused. Why would there be a checkout option? Was it like a thing where he could rent a Kindle or tablet? He decided to mess with it anyway.

He heard something click to life on the table. He turned his head to see a 3D printer. It was printing something. It looked like a book-like object.

The door to the archive opened. A white haired man entered. He walked over to where the computer was. He smiled upon seeing Will. “Oh my bad. I didn’t realize that the terminal was in use.”

“Yeah. I may be a while.” scoffed Will.

The man held out a hand toward Will. “I’m Raven. I’m also a doctor here at the facility.”

“Will Halstead.” replied Will shaking his hand.

Raven’s eyes fell upon the printer. “Are you checking something out?”

“I’m checking out a few books, yeah. Though I don’t think I’ve ever had to wait for a book to be printed.”

“Ah. Well. Those are holograms that you are printing out. The books are made of a material that could be used to project the data on them. You’ll have a grand old time with them.” chuckled Raven.

Will heard the printer beep. His books were ready. Will gently picked them up. He logged out of the computer. He stood up. “Oh. Would Dr. Song be responsible for this technology?”

“Dr. Song? Some of it, yes. She is a rather smart lady.” mused Raven. “I do hope you and I get to see more of each other, Will.”

Raven leaned in close to Will’s ear. He held his hand. Will felt something slide into the palm of his hand. “I know why you are here, Will. Trust me the answers you seek are rather..interesting..” He pulled away. He walked toward the door. “Do let me know if there’s anything I can do.” He then vanished around the corner.

Will looked down at his hand. He spotted a card. He tucked it away in his pocket. He didn’t really trust this Raven guy. Considering it sounded like Raven knew about his plight already. Was Jack telling people?

Haron escorted Will back to his room. He stood outside of the door while Will got to work on reading. Will had to admit. Reading really wasn’t his strong point but he was curious. He examined the books. “Right. Now how to figure out how you work.”

He searched for an “on” button. He noticed that each one of the books had a core in the middle. Out of curiosity, he touched it. The core hummed to life. An image appeared right above it. “Cool. So how do I get info?”

He swiped his finger across it like a tablet. He saw the screen flicker to the side revealing another screen. “It is like a tablet then.” He set the book down on the desk. He tapped his fingers on the desk. He flicked his finger across the hologram once more. He got to the introductory page. He began reading.

He got very little info on Dayton Industries which Will wasn’t surprised about. Considering the company was a small tech startup. However, something else caught his attention. Jack’s company was bought out by an organization called Creakwood.

Will straightened up in his chair. He continued reading further. He learned that Creakwood was established in the 1960s however it was shut down around the 1970s due to one of it’s facilities being attacked. Creakwood apparently dealt with technological and medical advances.

“Perfect match. Though why did they choose Jack?” he wondered out loud.

He heard a knock at his door. He quickly turned off the book and hid them out of sight. “Come in.” he shouted.

A hand went through the door. It had a file in it. Will took it. The hand then disappeared around the door, closing it. Will hummed in thought as he sat down once more. He stared at the file. “I guess I spoke too soon about having time off.” he muttered. Will headed out to do his next patient.

Natalie and Austin arrived in Spokane about four hours later. Natalie followed Austin into the city. A part of her hoped that Will was here. It would make life so much easier for her. They parked outside of a gate. On the other side of the fence sat a lot of white vans. The vans had various tags and plates on them. Austin scoffed. “This is not going to make my job any easier.” he grumbled.

They walked inside of the building. An older male stood behind the reception counter. “Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yeah. I was wondering what you could tell us about a particular van.” Austin showed him the picture of the plate from his phone.

The man looked at it. “I wouldn’t know anything about it but I can look in the system for you. What kind of information are you looking for?”

“I just need to know who rented the van and where that van was heading.”

The man ran the plate through the system. “I haven’t gotten a name for you but I can tell you where that van was heading. Looks like whoever rented it was heading for Chicago.”

Natalie paled. Will was in Chicago? Something didn’t feel right. Austin nodded. “Thank you.”

Austin left the building with Natalie. “Well now we’ve got a problem. Your ex is all the way in Chicago which means I’m not sure how I’ll be able to help.”

Just as Natalie was getting ready to reply, her phone began to buzz. She took it out of her pocket. She discovered it was an incoming call from Will. She held her finger up. “Will? Are you okay? You didn’t reach out to me yesterday.”

Yeah. Sorry about that. I passed out after yesterday. Dayton has me on some sort of sleep medication and it works different than any sleeping pill I’ve ever taken.

Natalie sighed in relief. “Will, I know where you are. I’ll be coming for you soon. You were taken to Chicago. I promise you that I’m going to get on the next flight to find you myself.”

What about Jay? I’m sure he’d be willing to help you. Especially if it meant he got to kick a billionaire’s ass.

“I have a feeling Maggie has already talked to him. I texted her this morning that you were gone. She called not too long afterwards. Will, can you describe where you are? Maybe I can get some sort of clue. I have Detective Hunter with me. He’s the one that figured out you were in Chicago.”

Will began describing the facility. He told her that the facility was miles underground from what it felt like. It didn’t look like a hospital. More like a science lab. Natalie nodded. “Thank you, Will. That’ll help us narrow down where you are.”

She hears Will go silent for a while. There’s paper shuffling. Almost as if he’s viewing something. Sorry, Jack sent me my next case. I’ve got to go. I’ll be back tonight. Best of luck in trying to find me. He then hung up.

Natalie put her phone away. She looked up at Austin. She told Austin what Will had told her. “Right, well I guess we’ve got a trip to Chicago then don’t we?” he asked.

Natalie nodded. She felt nervous and excited. She texted Maggie to let her know that she was returning to Chicago to find Will. Natalie then booked a flight knowing that a drive there was going to be too long. She didn’t want to be away from Will for much longer.

Will stood in the elevator. The file sat in his hand. He hadn’t even had a chance to look at it much. Haron stood behind him. The two went toward the ground floor. The doors soon opened. Will went right to where the holding cells were. He looked at the file. “Let’s see who I’m working with here.”

He got a name and went looking at each one of the name tags. He paused at one door. He peered in. His skin went pale. On the other side of the door, was a child. Looked to be no more than eight years old. Will pulled away from the door. He looked at Haron. “Is this some kind of mistake?”

“What’s going on?”

Will gestured to the door. “You look in there and tell me if that’s a patient.”

Haron looked into the window. “Anyone that gets admitted here becomes a patient. That’s not Jack’s orders but that comes from the higher ups.”

Will bit his lip. He composed himself. He opened the door. “Hey buddy.” he greeted.

Will knelt down in front of the child. The child appeared scared. “I’m Dr. Halstead. I’ll be the one overseeing your care, okay?”

The child nodded quietly. Will looked over his shoulder at Haron. He couldn’t see his bodyguard. Will exhaled softly. He approached the child a little bit more. “Listen, I’ve got a plan and I need you to trust me. Alright? I’m going to get you out of here.” whispered Will.

The child whimpered. Will looked over his shoulder again. He went toward the door. He carefully peered his head around the corner to see Haron standing close by. He knew getting past his bodyguard wasn’t going to be easy. Will felt adrenaline course through him. His mind suddenly cleared. He walked over to Haron. “Hey. I left something in my room. Can you go get it for me?”

Haron eyed Will. “Of course. What exactly am I getting?”

“My stethoscope. I accidentally left it on the table.”

Haron was hesitant but he agreed to go and get it for him. Will then went back into the room with the child. He picked him up. “C’mon.” Will ran with him.

Will rounded the corner. He noticed that there were maintenance tunnels. He saw someone coming out of them. He ducked behind a pole. The child whimpered, holding onto Will. “Don’t worry, we’ll soon be out of here.”

Will heard alarms suddenly go off. He looked over his shoulder. He noticed that he had left the child’s containment chamber wide open. He quickly ran toward the maintenance tunnel. A bright bolt of light struck his ankles suddenly. He sank to the ground as electricity coursed through him. A pair of hands began dragging him backwards. He held the child close to him. He was struck in the side with a shock wand which caused him to let go. He panted softly. He was then struck over the top of the head causing his world to go dark.

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