#he’s not a walking psychology book case study

[violet-witch-6]

In general I agree with everyone who thought that Jamie reaching out to his dad this episode didn’t sit right because that’s not what forgiveness should really mean in this context. We the viewer know that James Tartt Sr is in rehab which could potentially open up the possibility of Jamie resuming contact with him in a healthy manner (although even that’s deeply fraught) but crucially Jamie doesn’t know that.

That being said, what I don’t agree with is that this is a misstep of the show, because by no means is it ooc for Jaime to want to reach out. Does it muddy the themes of the show somewhat with regards to forgiveness? Yes, but they already demonstrated their point with Rebecca and Rupert. She was able to move on from that relationship and accept the good parts as well as the bad without giving any ground on letting Rupert back into her life. We already have that healthier, more linear model of healing from an abusive relationship. Not every character, and certainly not every person is able to do that perfectly on the first try, and given that Jamie is still young, not angry for probably the first time in his life, and has at least some reason to worry about his dad (with him not being in the stands I certainly thought he was dead until the rehab reveal) it makes sense that Jamie would want to reach out and see if he’s okay.

This show has demonstrated time and again that it’s not about perfect people. Sometimes they misstep or do something stupid and unhealthy because they’re people. Roy was insensitive and selfish when Keeley’s sex tape was leaked, Issac lashed out when what his friend needed was support. These were all dealt with by the show as natural character flaws that arise in moments of conflict or stress, even for our “good guys”. Jamie texting his dad is in the same vein. Hopefully that means the show will address it as such in the finale.

[darkeunology]

♡ Say You'll Remember Me ♡

Word Count: 3428

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, drinking, fingering, Oral sex F! receiving, one night stand, happy ending I promise.

Summary: You and Derek hook up one night, both being devastated that he forgot to leave you his number the next morning, neither of you able to forget the lines of the other's body.

This is my second entry for the CM kink bingo, I haven't actually written proper smut in a while, so i apologize if it's bad at all.

Prompts used, Drinking/Drunkenness, One Night Stand

It was an extremely rare occasion when you would be caught in the club. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d been out, going out once or twice in uni and just being put off of it almost completely, it wasn’t that you hated it, it just wasn’t something you desperately went out of your way to do, especially once university was fully underway - studying forensics and psychology was a full time course and you just didn’t have the time or energy to actually doll yourself up to be able to go out, rather wanting to sit and read a book or watch a movie to relax from the stress of University. 

After university you went into a career with the FBI, starting out as a basic agent, but your aspirations being with the BAU, so when you eventually passed all the training with flying colours and you were made an agent of the BAU, your friends decided that it meant a celebration at a local club was required. You’d come out from a meeting with the unit chief, Agent Hotchner, the rest of the team unfortunately not being in the office for you to meet until your official start day in two days, and you were almost immediately swept up by your friends, going back to yours to get ready, being more dolled up than you had in a while, having a few glasses of wine in the peace of your apartment before heading off to the chaos of the club. 

On the taxi ride over, you decided that you were going to drink as much as you could tonight within your limits and actually try to have a good time out with your friends. All of you having some strong drinks the moment you walked into the building, before going onto the dance floor with drinks in hand. 

What you were unaware of, was that, only a few feet away from you, sitting at one of the booths, were a few members of your team, JJ, Emily, Derek and Garcia, all of which were having a fun night out on their days off, putting work behind them for the night. 

After a while of going back and forth between the dance floor, the bar and your own booth, you were feeling amazingly tipsy, enough that you still knew everything you were doing and still had your inhibitions intact, you went back out onto the dance floor, you and one of your friends walking past the booth where Derek was currently sat, his eyes watching you as you walked past, your laughs with your friend peaking his interest. The team just laughed as they watched his attention divert to you, knowing what Derek could be like sometimes. 

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Derek spoke, causing the team to chuckle even more as he slid out of the booth, walking over to where you were dancing, having been joined by another of your friends. He started dancing behind you, coming up next to you as he spoke, “Can I dance with you?” he asked, not wanting to freak you out and just dance with you without asking. He noticed your friends giving you certain teasing looks, and he noticed the shy smile on your face, 

“Sure.” you replied, your focus now fully on Derek instead of your friends, who had then decided to leave the two of you alone, moving away so they were close enough to keep an eye on you, just in case, but far enough away that you had a little bit of privacy. The two of you moved your bodies closer to each other so you’d be able to hear each other over the loud music. Your hand went to one of Derek’s shoulder, both of his going to your hips, both of you moving together to the music, 

“What’s your name, handsome.” you spoke, your lips close to his ear so he’d be able to hear you. 

“Derek.” he spoke, smirking lightly at you as your bodies moved together, every part of you touching each other. 

“Y/N.” you told him, easily moving your body in sync with  him, both of you sinking into the feeling of each other, the rest of the room flooding away from you. 

Both of you lost track of time as you danced with each other, your bodies staying glued together the whole time, Derek often had your back to him, his hands guiding your hips into his, his mouth laying chaste kisses to your neck, 

“I think it’s time to go back to one of our places, don’t you?” He asked you after a while, the sexual tension between the two of you now palpable, you turned around to look at him, nodding your head as you did, 

“I live only five minutes away from here.” you told him, his smirk growing at your words. 

“Let’s go then mama.”

—----

After a swift taxi ride - the two of you were too drunk to drive Derek’s car and you both didn’t want to walk - you arrived at your apartment, both of you shedding your clothes pretty much as you walked through the door. You knew that your apartment wasn’t the cleanest right now after having your friends round for the past few hours, but with Derek’s lips fervently on yours, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care right now. 

You were the one to break the kiss, purely so you could actually walk the two of you to your bedroom without tripping over anything, only connecting your lips once again after you’d made it into the bedroom, Derek’s hands working deftly to unbutton his shirt before throwing it off and into the corner of your room. Your lips broke from his to catch your breath for a moment and you practically fawned at the definition of his body, how did you manage to get lucky enough to have this greek god in your bed tonight you had no idea but you were so thankful for it. 

Following Derek, you stripped off your shirt, your skirt already off, Derek’s hands coming to your hips after you’d done so, pulling your body close to him as his lips fell to your jaw, running deftly down to your neck before hitting your shoulder, kissing right next to where your bra strap currently sat. His hands snuck round to your back as his lips connected to yours once again, even after only knowing him for a few hours, you could never get sick of these kisses, you already hoped this wouldn’t be the last time you saw Derek, you were addicted to the man in front of you. His hands worked at almost lightning speed to undo your bra, his hands helping pull it off you before his hands moved to your breasts, a small goran escaping his lips as he groped them, “God you’re gorgeous.” he spoke, his voice an octave lower than you’d heard him be earlier, this alone made heat flood through you, the amount of lust in his eyes increasing that. 

It was almost like your voice didn’t work anymore, only a small giggle spilling past your lips at Derek’s compliment. He pulled you over to the bed, gently pushing you down on it, his body crawling over yours as you shifted yourself to the top of your bed. His hands reached down, his fingers trailing along your body leaving goosebumps in their wake, he stopped as he got to the waistband of your underwear, “You still sure?” he asked, wanting to make sure you were still onboard with doing this, both of you were drunk but only just, still able to make sound decisions that you wouldn’t regret in the morning. 

“I’m sure.” you panted out, your body arching up to Derek’s, “Please, just touch me. Please” you practically begged, the desperation dripping in your voice, 

Derek chuckled, “Alright mama” he ducked his head down to place his lips on yours again, your lips moving in sync to begin with before a gasp rocked through your mouth as his hand went under your underwear, his fingers deftly starting to rub your clit, after the initial pleasure and shock at his hands, you kept on kissing him, your lips moving sloppier than they previously had, his lips muffling the moans coming out of you. 

Derek moved away from you for a moment, chuckling as you whined at his warmth moving away from you, “Don’t worry mama, I’m just getting these out of the way.” he spoke gently as he pulled your underwear down your legs, throwing them off to the side, before he was back on top of you, his hand right back to where it was before, working quickly to try to get you to your high. Carefully he slipped one finger downwards, slipping it inside of you with ease, “So wet for me.” he chuckled, his lips moving to your jaw before moving down your body, moving until he was slotted in between your legs, his lips leaving feather kisses on your inner thighs, before moving closer to your core, his lips brushing your clit for a moment before he latched on, two of his fingers now working inside of you whilst his mouth worked wonders on you. You couldn’t silence the moans you were producing, your hand going down to Derek’s head as your hips ground down into his face. He hummed around your clit sending shockwaves through you, 

“Derek, I’m gonna-” you couldn’t finish your comment before you felt your orgasm flood through your body, Derek helping you ride through it. You were slightly embarrassed that you’d never managed to cum that quickly before but this man had done it easily. 

“Good girl.” Derek mumbled as he rose from your body, leaving some chaste kisses to your thighs and stomach as he rose up, quickly stripping off his boxers, his hand stroking his erection for a moment before moving back on top of you. “You doin’ okay honey?” he asked, one hand coming up to brush your cheek, 

“More than okay.” you confirmed, your hands running along his shoulders, “Please” you whispered, wanting him to fuck you already. 

He just chuckled as he sat back up to give himself a better angle, lifting your hips to meet his, his hands gently caressing your thighs, making sure to keep you relaxed as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you, groaning lightly as he watched himself disappear inside of you, waiting until you were okay before he started moving. Once you’d nodded at him, his grip on your hips tightened as he started moving, small moans spilling out your lips without constraint. Derek took this as confirmation that he could speed up, now leaning down to be able to plant kisses on your jaw as he kept thrusting faster. 

Derek normally lasts a lot longer than he was right now, only going for a few minutes before he could feel himself about to finish. He reached one hand down to begin playing with your clit again, wanting you to cum before he did, “Please don’t stop.” you whispered, your voice breaking slightly at the pleasure running through you, 

“I won’t honey. Cum for me” he whispered in your ear, biting it lightly as you were pushed over the edge by his fingers, moaning into Derek’s ear as your high started, Derek quickly following suit, groaning deeply as he finished inside of you, chuckling after a moment as he looked up at you seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

Carefully, he pulled out of you, standing from his place on the bed, “I’ll be back in a sec, honey.” he spoke gently, walking out of your bedroom, finding your bathroom after a moment, managing to find something he could help clean you up with, wetting a hand towel he found before coming back to the bedroom, finding you in the exact same position he left you in, he chuckled slightly, 

“What?” you asked, looking up at him as he came over to help clean you up, then himself, 

“You’re just gorgeous.” he spoke quietly, throwing the towel onto the floor before crawling up next to you in bed, pulling your body into his, both of you managing to fall asleep relatively quickly after the night you’d had. 

—----

You woke up the next morning, stretching out as the sunlight streamed in through your window, your arm stretched out, finding the bed next to you empty. You sighed lightly, being slightly sad at the fact that Derek hadn’t stayed for the morning but honestly expecting that to happen, after all it was just a one night-stand right, why would he stay for the morning. Instead of feeling too sad about it, you decided to get up and just get on with your day as you normally would, today was your last day before you’d be in your new job, so you planned to do pretty much nothing all day, sitting in front of the television watching junk for most of the day. You stopped in your tracks once you go to the coffee table in the lounge, seeing a sheet of paper placed there that wasn’t there before, 

Sorry Doll,

Had to run out to work. 

Derek

Sighing lightly, you flopped down on the couch, whilst yes, he’d at least left you a note, he hadn’t left his number on it, meaning you had no idea how you’d be able to get in contact with him again. 

Derek only realised once he’d gotten to work that he hadn’t left his number on the not he’d left this morning, 

“Shit.” he muttered to himself whilst making his coffee, catching Emily’s attention next to him, 

“What’s wrong?” She asked concerned, 

His head snapped towards hers, “Nothing, just realised something, don’t worry.” he told her, not wanting to dive into details with his team about you.

“Where did you disappear off to last night?” she asked, a smirk now replacing the concern that was previously on her features. 

“Now, why would I tell you that?” Derek smirked back as he sauntered back off to his desk. The team hadn’t been given a case today, instead just being given masses of paperwork to do. He sat back at his desk, trying to get his thoughts off of you and onto the files in front of him.

–

You couldn’t focus. You’d spent the last hour tidying up your house, but now that your mind wasn’t busy, you couldn't focus. You’d scanned through every channel on the tv, even tried watching some of your favourites, but you just couldn’t get your mind off of Derek, the way his hands ran across your body, the way he brought you to an orgasm quicker than you ever could yourself, the way his lips moulded against yours, the little groans he’d spill into your ears. Every single thing about him was bothering you, making you just as hot and desperate as you were the night before. 

Derek was just the same, as much as he tried to focus on his work, he just wasn’t able to. His mind just kept running back to you, the way your body felt under his, the way you felt around him, the lust in your eyes, the way you’d beg him. You were driving him crazy and he didn’t even leave you his number when he left, how could he be so stupid. 

“I fucked up babygirl.” he spoke as he walked into Penelope’s office, catching her attention from the screen she was just looking at, 

“What happened? Are you okay?” She spoke, worry clear in her voice. 

“I went home with someone last night.” He began, perching himself on the edge of one of Penelope’s desks.

“So that’s where you went last night” she interrupted with a giggle, 

He rolled his eyes at her playfully, “Yeah, yeah. I don’t want to hear it.” he playfully swatted her arm lightly,

“Okay, okay,” she raised her hands in a surrender, “How did you fuck up? What happened?” 

“I forgot to leave my number this morning when I left for work. I just left a note saying I had to go to work,” he paused for a moment, seeing Penelope’s reaction, she looked disappointed, “Stupid, I know. But now I can’t get her out of my head, every little thing about her is just flooding my brain and I can’t do anything.” he finished, 

“Oh honey.” Penelope spoke, genuine sympathy in her voice, “if you remember where she lives, you might be able to go round after work,” 

“I was sleep deprived when I left early this morning, I might know the general location but not much else.” he replied, he knew it was worth a chance though. “I’ll go after work, see if I can remember.”

Derek was interrupted by a knock on the door, “We have a case.” Hotch spoke as he opened the door after confirmation he could come in, “Meeting room, now” he finished, leaving the door open as he left. 

“Duty calls.” Derek spoke, placing his hand out for Penelope to use to help her get up, letting her walk out first before he followed, closing the door behind him. 

—

Thankfully you’d managed to shower this morning you thought to yourself as you rode in the elevator up to the BAU office, Hotch had called you half an hour ago, telling you that whilst he knew your first day wasn’t until tomorrow, but they had a new case that had just come up and was wondering if you could get into work now so you could actually start since he didn’t know how long this case would take. You’d said yes immediately, hoping that actually being at work would help you get the thoughts of Derek out of your mind. Hotch told you he’d wait in the office for you to be able to take you down to the jet since you didn’t know where it was yet. 

–

Hotch had explained the case they’d just received, women being tortured and killed in an increasingly quicker pattern, the local PD wanting you there as soon as possible, he’d explained that he’d be a little late coming to the jet as a new agent would be joining them and he would meet them at the office, the new agent was currently the talk of the team, none of them other than rossi knowing that they’d even added a new agent to the team. 

“I haven’t met her, but Hotch says she’s great.” Rossi spoke, still reading through the case file. 

Talk was finished when Hotch walked onto the jet with you following close behind, he took his seat, motioning at you to do the same. “Everyone this is Y/N, L/N. She’s the new agent.” You smiled at everyone, only faltering once you’d gotten to Derek, 

“Derek?” you spoke, disbelief in your tone, 

“You know each other?” Emily asked, her curiosity evident, she smirked at Derek, almost knowing already how you two knew each other, 

“Uh, yeah we do.” Derk chuckled, amazed that it was you sitting in front of him. 

“We can talk about that later, let’s run through the case again for Y/N.” Hotch spoke. 

Once the case had been talked about enough, you all went to what you wanted to do, your attention going to Derek, and his going straight to you. What neither of you knew was so did Emily’s, JJ’s and Spencer’s attention went to the two of you, the three sitting close enough to hear you both, 

“I’m sorry I didn’t leave my number. I really meant to, I just rushed and forgot. I realised the moment I got to work.” Derek explained, hoping you wouldn’t think he did it on purpose, 

“I’d hoped that was the case.” you spoke, your cheeks heating up,

“Definitely.” he spoke again. He leant forwards, honestly not caring if any of the team were watching as he took your hands in his, looking at you with a dopey grin on his face, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” he admitted, 

“Neither have I. Haven’t been able to focus all morning.” you told him, suddenly getting shy, 

“Well how about, after the case is over, I take you out to dinner.” he offered, 

“I’d really like that.” you confirmed, thankful that Derek just happened to be the one you met the night before and who was now your colleague.

[pomegranatesandtangerines]

based off this post

how I think (some of) the Dungeon Meshi characters would interact with an isekai-ed reader who's hyperfixation is dungeon meshi

includes: Laios, Falin, Kabru, and Toshiro (Shuro)

Laios

im imaging reader meeting him when he was a child

a little after Falin was born and after he was given the dungeon gourmet guide

reader actively seeking him out but kinda starts freaking out when they actually see him

reader decides to go with the approach being interested in his book

Laios was suspicious at first ( the book is one of the main reasons he got bullied )

but after some time and patience he got comfortable with you

I feel that Laios would be very attached to reader

like someone besides his sister who gets him, listens to him, communicates with him, etc.

listen as someone who is very hyperfixated on dungeon meshi at the moment I would be so invested in learning about monsters

and Laios is more then happy to talk about it for hours

reader making a point to support his dream of exploring the dungeons bc his parents are dicks

he wouldn't really be weirded out by reader seems to know so much about him, maybe early on but over time I feel he would just be glad to have someone like that by his side

low-key though,,, I think there would be a small small part of him that is kinda jealous over how reader seems to just,, get some people

Falin

I see reader being her number one hype-person as a child

reader would also beg her to teach them some magic

I think that Falin and reader would meet through Laios

Falin while she is outcasted from her home town, is still a litter more sociable then her brother

but what had her truly open up was not only the readers support of her magical talent but also the readers interest in learning about how biology works in this world

she also info dumps a ton

you know how she kept bringing Marcille things cause she wanted to eat them with her

she would 100% do that with reader,,, and the amount would increase when Laios leaves

Kabru

he would be veryyy fascinated by the reader

his hyperfixation is people. studying them, their anatomy, psychology, how they tick

he would absolutely notice how reader picks up on things, knows things about some people without even having met them, predict events

to put it simply he wants to study reader under a microscope but is also extremely suspicious of them

he's also gonna pull out all the stops to try charm his way into understanding reader

his distrust sky rockets the first time they lock eyes, he can see it in his eyes, this look of understanding the deepest parts of him

he does not like it

it takes a long ass time for him trust them and genuinely open up again

reader making a point to ask things that will make him want to info dump

"hey did you notice how x was acting today" or "did you hear that x and y got together? do you think they'll make it?"

gossip buddies

Toshiro

ALRIGHT LET ME START BY SAYING THIS, HE IS WAYYYY TOO MISCHARACTERIZED IN THIS FANDOM

and reader would be all too aware of this as well

he is heavily implied to have a hyperfixation on bugs, and had to at a young age become a master at masking and picking up on social norms

but anyways-

he would think reader is weird, mostly bc they would remind him of laios

slowly but surely I feel he would feel more comfortable

another case of the way to his heart is through the info dump

maybe walking back from a little adventure and noticing a beetle and showing him

now hes not gonna be as outwardly as excited as Laios

but it is slightly noticeable that he is interested and excited

reader offers to give it to him and asks him some questions

less info dumping and more info sprinkling but still he does like to talk about it

I think he would appreciate how they seem to pick up on his smaller details, maybe not a perfectly but still

[asterias-record-shop]

BINGO: Mommy kink, Ethan Landry. Prompt 14. Reader is just having their way with Ethan who keeps cumming and keeps getting hard

—𓆩[the perfect virgin]𓆪—

𓆩[main masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪 𓆩[updated bingo card!]𓆪 𓆩[bingo masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[join the bingo taglist!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Sub! Ethan Landry x Dom! Mommy! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 3.9K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - You were originally attracted to Ethan because he looked like a boy who had never been touched by a woman - ever. Your corruption kink was going haywire, and it was the main reason why you pursued him before you got way too attached to his stupid nerdy personality and his utter obliviousness to anything that has to do with sex, so you decide to put him to a… test of sorts.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - kind of mean/teasing reader || mommy kink || cursing & foul language || tit worship || reader wears revealing clothing & makeup || reader could be described as a nympho? || vibrators || virginity loss (Ethan) || attempt at lactation || breast milk production without being pregnant (it can happen, hormones are a thing and can be caused by constant nipple and breast stimulation) || in turn, lactation kink || oral || grinding || riding || breeding kink || multiple orgasms || unprotected sex || multiple positions || maybe slight corruption kink?? || everything is consensual || public teasing ||

Study hall. That’s how everything started.

There were no empty tables, every one being full of a person, so you decided to move deeper — just in case there was one someone missed.

Of course, though, they were all full. All of your friends were either in other classes or working, so there was no point in texting them to come and join you so you wouldn’t be alone at a table with someone who could very well be Ghostface.

Slowly, you walked around the library to find a table you could sit at before you saw the same book for the Psychology course you were taking. You paused, looking from the book to who had it, his brown curls immediately letting you know it was that quiet boy who sat a few rows back from you.

It didn’t take you long to walk towards him, his eyes flickering up for a quick second before looking back down. It made Ethan panic; were you walking towards him?

He inhaled deeply as his eyes flickered down to the heels that stood a few inches from his chair, inhaling deeply when he felt a soft pat to his shoulder. “You’re Ethan, right?”

He tried not to let it be too obvious that his eyes started to trail up your body; your beautiful legs that were on show, your skirt black and to your midthigh and your shirt just perfectly tight around your body. “Uhm… yeah,” he whispers, nodding as you smile down at him. “Yeah, I’m Ethan.”

“I’m Y/N,” you respond, smiling. “Do you mind if I sit down with you?”

“U-Uhm no… no, not at all,” he said, quickly looking around to see if he could grab a seat for you until you grabbed one yourself and put it right next to him. “I-I’m just studying econ right now.”

“Oh, I did econ last year!” You say, smiling as you tapped the book. “I could help if you help me with psych?”

He nodded immediately, staring up at you before you sat down next to him, holding his hand tightly with a smile. “Y-Yeah, I would like that.”

After helping him out like you wanted to, it was onto psychology. You were learning about Sigmund Freud, a sick bastard who had to relate everything to sex, and two of the theories were the Oedipus and Electra Complex.

“Maybe that’s where the daddy and mommy kinks come in,” you joke, giggling. “Playing. Kind of. I think those stem from not the loving of one’s literal birth parent, but the attraction to someone who fulfills the role of sorts.” “What do you mean?” Ethan asked, leaning over to peer at your textbook and to stare at the diagram comparing the two complexes.

“Well, for those kinks, with those who have daddy kinks - whether male or female - they often have some sort of issue with their true parental figure, but not always, or a strong attachment to their father, or the love that they showed. Same with men who have mommy kinks.” You shrugged, fixing your bra strap as you looked over at him. “I don’t think I’d mind a man calling me mommy.”

Ethan could feel his cheeks get hot, looking away as you giggled. “Wh-What do you mean?”

“Well, I think I would make a good mother,” you shrug, but hum. “I just don’t like the thought of having children - now at least - still got my whole life ahead of me! I definitely do like the thought of the… process though.”

He stuttered out the same question, swallowing. He stared at you, mouth going dry as you giggled.

“Are you a virgin, Ethan?”

He clenched his fists, looking away before you held his wrist. “Y-Yeah, I am.”

“Well, I mean someone cumming inside,” you tapped his chin, getting him to look at you as you smiled at him, giggling. “Like… anywhere. I’m not the biggest fan of anal, but it depends on who’s giving it, you know? But I definitely like how it looks when cum like floods out of my cunt, you know what I mean?” You asked him, biting your lip as his cheeks get redder and his eyes try to avoid yours as much as he could. “You don’t, do you? Kind of forgot,” you hummed, letting your hand place on his and draw lines across his veins with your nail. “You don’t look like you’d be a virgin, Ethan.”

He quickly looked at you, confused. “I-I don’t?”

“No,” you say, smiling as your fingers intertwined with his. “You’re too cute to be a virgin, but you seem to be one of those types who don’t realize how much they make a girl’s pussy wet.”

He shivered as your nail slowly dragged up his forearm, a hum leaving your mouth. “D-Do I make your pussy wet?”

You smiled, shifting slightly to move the wet patch of your underwear. “You do. Can I touch you, Ethan?”

“H-Here?” He basically squeaked, but your hand placing on his thigh made him gasp.

“Not like that, silly,” you laughed, but your nail trailed down his inner thigh. “I mean… unless you want me to.”

“Y-You would do that in a library?” He whispered, watching as you tilt your head slightly.

“Why not?” He inhaled sharply as your finger trailed down his growing bulge, a satisfied hum leaving your mouth. “You should take me out.”

“Y-Yes, yes ma’am.”

That was the beginning of your relationship. Four months in, Ethan had a habit of getting way too comfortable laying against your body with your nipple in his mouth as he sucked and groped the other, a vibrator shoved into your cunt that he had licked and prepped all perfectly.

It had basically become a routine ever since you figured out that he actually did have a mommy kink, coming home from school and his nimble hands stripping you after slipping off your jacket and shoes, kissing your ankles and wrists before leading you to your room. If your feet were sore, he would give you a foot rub, and if your back hurt, a massage. He was so, so good for you, how could you not repay him?

You stroked his curls as his hand pulled your tit deeper into his mouth, sucking and biting against your areola making you hiss. “Hey, don’t be too rough, baby. Be nice.”

He hummed, nodding as he pulled away. “S-Sorry… you just taste so good.”

You laughed, stroking his hair with a smile. “Taste, hm? What tastes? There’s nothing with flavor-”

“You,” he interrupts, his tongue flattening against your sensitive but hard bud. “You taste so good.”

You hummed as you pushed your hand down to push the vibrator into the next setting, the second one being something you were basically ignorant to. You inhale sharply as you hold the end, pushing it deeper into you to feel the soft pink silicone vibrate against the perfect spot inside of you, your hips bucking as he groans against your tit.

One of his hands tries to push down your stomach, attempting to touch your pretty clit before you slapped his hand, a whine against your nipple making you groan. “You already had your time with my pussy, baby, pay attention to my tits.”

He whined, pulling away from your swollen nipple, his hands squeezing at your full breasts. “But mommy-”

“Ah,” you interrupted, raising a brow. “What did mommy say, hm? You’re going to be a bad boy and not listen to your mommy, just to get a taste of my pussy? If you’re good, you won’t have to beg for it.”

“O-Okay,” he mumbled, moving onto your other tit as his thumb flicked against the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth, a pleasure filled sigh leaving your lips.

One of your hands stayed in his hair, your head tilted back as the other guided the vibrator deeper into your cunt, hips rolling to try and get the tip against that perfect spot deeper inside of you. His mouth was nice against your tits, but not something that completely gained your attention, desperate to get that spot inside of you abused by the perfect silicone pink vibrator that always fucked you so good.

You felt a jolt go up your back as he groaned against your tit, biting against your nipple, a scream leaving your mouth as his teeth dug into your areola. “E-Ethan!”

He pulled away with the strong tug of your hand, whining loudly. “W-Wait, wait Y/N! Pl-Please, please you taste so good!”

You didn’t notice the pearly white liquid dripping down the side of his mouth, only registering the now discomforting vibrations inside of you. “No, you want to take advantage of what I give you? Hm? I be nice and let you suck on my tits as much as you want and you fucking bite me?!”

He whined, shaking his head as you pulled the vibrator out of your cunt, turning it off. “No! No, you don’t understand-!”

He choked as you pushed the vibrator into his open mouth, watching the creamy white ring envelope his lips as you pushed it down his throat, watching as he obediently sucked on it like you wanted him to. “You just like sucking on shit with me on it, don’t you? If I had another man fuck me, would you be desperate to suck his cock baby?”

He whined, shaking his head around the vibrator had been inside of you, soaked and covered in your arousal and cum. You pulled it out of his mouth to hear him whine even louder, his head shaking. “No, no! Mommy, mommy you promised that if I was good I’d be able to fuck you!”

“But you weren’t good, were you?” You hissed, squeezing his chin as you threw the vibrator to the side, forcing him onto his back. “I wanted to be nice and feel your mouth on my tits, but you wanted to bite me?”

“Pl-Please, you had milk coming out!” He basically begged, his hands cupping your tits and fingers squeezing at your nipples. The sensation makes you scream out, gasping as he rolls the hard, sensitive buds between his fingers, gasping as he pulls them slightly and the white liquid slowly starts to drip out. He groaned, staring up at you in desperation. “Can I please… please suck them, mommy?”

You paused, staring down at the liquid dribbling from your nipples. How the fuck were you lactating right now? There was absolutely no way you were pregnant, there was no other symptoms, you were on birth control-

“Y/N?”

Your eyes meet his as he smiles, sitting up.

“Just because you're lactating, doesn’t mean you’re pregnant. It can be caused by constant stimulation to the nipple and breast.”

You paused, holding his shoulders as he slowly ducked down to delicately lick the translucent, white tinted liquid. “Did you... look that up?”

“Well, yeah,” he laughed, shrugging. “I could tell that it kind of bothered you whenever I stopped, and they were getting heavier and you said that they were sore, so I looked it up to see if me sucking on them was doing anything. That’s why I just gave them massages for a while.”

You stared down at him, confused. “I thought you just liked squeezing my tits.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “As much as I do like that, I care about your well-being more.”

You could feel your heart swell, a smile on your lips as you leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to his mouth. “You’ve been doing so good, baby, I think you deserve a treat for looking out for your mommy.”

He groaned as you leaned down, pressing another kiss to his lips, his mouth desperately following yours as you pulled away. “Wh-What do you mean by a treat?”

“Anything you want, baby,” you say, giggling. “You just tell me and I’ll do it.”

“Can… can I fuck you?” He whispered desperately, inhaling sharply as you hummed, nodding.

“How do you want me, honey?”

“L-Lay back for me,” he whispered, nodding. “Please.”

You smiled as you slowly got off, laying on your back with a languid stretch as he quickly straddled your waist after slipping off his clothes. He lifted himself up, pumping his cock as you tilted your head slightly, desperate to look at his way too pretty cock. It wasn’t the thickest in girth, but his length and the slight upwards curve from how fucking hard he was with the picturesque dribble of cum sliding out of his tip.

He groaned as he slowly slid his tip up and down your slit, jaw falling as he tilted his head back with even the slightest push into you. His fist nightly to the thought of you had nothing on the warmth of your cunt, how fucking soaked you were, and fuck you couldn’t have been tighter. He had to hold himself back from cumming just from this, a shaky groan falling from his mouth as your hands slowly trail up his chest, his perfect milky skin making you groan.

He cursed, leaning down to press a firm kiss to your lips, a whine falling from his mouth as you rolled your hips into his. “You ever going to start moving?”

He groaned, head tilting back as he desperately tried to control the sporadic bucks of his hips. “Y-You feel… you feel too good. F-Fuck, fuck, I can’t move without cumming,” he whispered, his voice breathy as you tried to hold back from moving your hips on your own. “Pl-Please, just let me… let me stay here for a minute, n-need to feel you.”

You held back a pout, nodding reluctantly. “Not too long, baby, before I give myself pleasure.”

Ethan groaned as he leaned down, desperately kissing at your neck as his hands groped your tits, his thumbs finding your nipples and sliding over them firmly. “N-No, no, I’ll still… I’ll still give you pleasure, mommy, that’s what I’m here for. To give you pleasure.”

“Well, don’t just give it to me on my tits, my love.”

As much as you did love him sucking and licking at your nipples, desperately drinking at the milk that was a production of constant stimulation, a sigh leaving your mouth at the same feeling filled your body like it had the past few weeks. It felt good, a weight of some sort being lifted from your swollen tits at the milk being sucked out, but with his cock this deep inside of you, how could you not want it?

You shifted your hips, smiling when you heard the whine fall from his lips, purposely clenching your cunt around his cock. He gasped against your tit, groaning loudly as you pushed your hips off the bed, rolling your hips against his to get his cock deeper inside of you, his hips bucking against yours seemingly on accident.

You gasped as his teeth dug into your nipple once again, whining loudly as his hips started to move faster, more collected. You certainly didn’t expect him to be this good at fucking right off the bat, his shaft rubbing along your walls as one of his hands push down between the two of you, smearing your wetness along your slit and rubbing at your clit.

You moaned loudly, gasping as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his back arched as he attempted to continue thrusting into you as he sucked on your tits, his thrusts getting rougher as your nails dragged down his back. He pulled away from your tit with a deep inhale, a shaky moan leaving your mouth as the white liquid dribbled down his chin.

“A-Am I doing good, mommy?” The name makes your walls clamp down on his cock, a whine leaving your mouth as his hips stutter, your cunt used to the steady and rough pace of his thrusts being affected by the slight falter. “I-Is that a yes? Y-You clench when I call you mommy, you really like it, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes!” You yelled out, gasping as his tip kissed your cervix, grazing that one spot that made your eyes roll back. Your mouth fell open, moaning wantonly as his hands held your tits to keep some sort of steadiness to his actions.

His mind was cloudy and hazy, body hot in desperation to just fuck you. He had been waiting desperately until he got to this point, thinking of you every time he pumped his cock, hating your teasing when you forced him to watch you get yourself off with that pretty pink vibrator that you shoved down his throat earlier. Fuck, he was jealous of a fucking sex toy.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this, mommy? Do you want me to be rougher, softer? J-Just tell me, fu-fuck, just tell me what to do.” Ethan whined, his face moving to press against your neck to get into more of a comfortable position, your cunt clenching around him once again making him groan. “J-Just tell me!”

“D-Don’t stop,” you cover your mouth, whimpering as your cheeks turned red in embarrassment; a fucking virgin has you this fucked out? A virgin is making you feel this good? “J-Just don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!”

He groaned loudly, slamming into you as his fingers squeezed your clit firmly, taking pleasure in the way your hips bucked and your walls convulsed around his length, his vision going white as he came inside of you. You gasped, just the feeling of those hot ropes of cum squirting into you making you scream out, desperately trying to get that perfect thrust to hit your g-spot, the sharp thrust of his hips successfully making you come undone and cum all over his cock.

You could feel his cock twitching, still not softening. You had never been with a virgin before, so you assumed that he probably just needed a few more thrusts to successfully go soft, but with the lazy rolls of his hips, he was still fucking hard.

Slowly, you patted his chest, inhaling deeply. “Can I ride you, baby?”

He inhaled sharply, nodding as you pushed against his chest, inhaling sharply as you sat on his cock. You whined, his length still incredibly hard as he shifted himself, slipping a pillow underneath his hips to help push his cock into you at a new angle. You could feel every bulging vein on his shaft, his perfect arched cock pushing into you, desperately bouncing on his cock to get it as deep inside of you as you could.

Your nails dug into his chest, your head lulling back when you felt his tip hit that perfect spot inside of you, the knot inside of your stomach weak from your first orgasm. You could feel it being teased by his tip, each bounce making his head hit that perfect spot inside of you, loud groans falling from your mouth as he held your hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck!” He groaned, head tilting back as he accidentally bucked his hips, your nails digging into his chest as your eyes rolled back, supporting yourself to stay sitting up as you screamed out. “F-Fuck, fuck, don’t stop mommy, please.”

You could feel his cock continue to twitch inside of your cunt, groaning loudly as more cum flooded into you, your thighs shaking as you lifted yourself up, keeping his tip inside of you before releasing your weight again and sinking down onto his cock. He groaned loudly, tears pricking his eyes as he squeezed your hips. You were not going to let a fucking virgin outlast you.

“Y-You sure you’re a virgin, Ethan?” You whimper, a laugh falling from his mouth as you reach toward his face to wipe the tears falling from his cheeks. “Fucking hell, Ethan! We've been at it for hours, how are you still hard?!"

He was definitely a virgin if he was crying after two releases, but he definitely couldn’t be a virgin if he was still hard.

He laughed as he rolled his hips upward, groaning without holding back from his thrusts upward into you, your hands on his shoulders and your nails digging into his shoulders to stabilize yourself. You weren’t going to let yourself fly forward like you were tired, because as much as you were tired, you weren’t going to let him see that.

“Y-Yes, yes mommy, am I doing good for you? F-Fuck, I love it when you use me, mommy, I love it when you fucking use me for your own pleasure!” He groaned out, your walls tight around his shaft as he slammed his hips upward, desperately trying to chase his next release.

As much as you wanted to stay sitting up, put on that strong front, you couldn’t. You flew forward, groaning as your tried to hold yourself up above him, his mouth ducking to suck on your tits once again. The added stimulation made you scream out, eyes rolling back as another mind blurring orgasm resonated in your body, tummy convulsing as your walls clamped down on his cock.

Your nails dug into the sheets, gripping the silk fabric between your fingers as his teeth teasingly dragged against your nipple, his hands holding your hips as he thrusted into your abused cunt just a few more times, another orgasm rippling through his body as he came again, whimpering against your shoulder as you panted above him.

“You can’t be a virgin.”

He laughed as he pushed you onto your back, humming. “Can I keep going?”

You inhaled sharply, pausing when his cock continued to stay hard inside of you, but you nodded. You wanted someone who could keep up with you, who cared if it was a virgin? “Yes baby, you can.”

He groaned, leaning down for a firm kiss to your lips. “Thank you mommy, thank you so much. I love you, I’ll make you feel so fucking good, I promise.”

You groaned as he slowly flipped you onto your side, his hands pushing against your tits as he kneeled in front of your cunt and over one of your thighs, pulling your other leg over his shoulder.

Fuck, he truly was the perfect virgin.

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[ruvaidwani]

Schizo Ruvaid :

I once read in a psychology book that the earlier in life that one appears odd, the more severely they’re likely to be impacted by their mental illness later on in life. I guess you could say that’s the case for me. I can trace certain thoughts back to as early as 6 years old. I had crippling social anxiety and would become fearful of totally irrational things. Irrational even for that age. I was freaked out constantly and didn’t even like walking to the bathroom in my own house during the day time. I had this sensation that someone was right behind me all the time. I never felt alone.

My psychotic symptoms appeared when I was 12. They were brief and very spread out then. The first hallucination I ever remember was seeing a black hole or portal in my yard. By 14–15, I was having visual hallucinations nearly constantly. Mostly when I was by myself though. They really scared me . My parents didn’t wanna hear it because it upset them.

Around that time I also started having delusions that stalkers from my old school were crawling in my air vents, so I’d always close the vents. I believed I had to punish myself to absolve the world of its pain and sins and that was my duty on this earth. This led me to hurting or torturing myself in various ways. I believed I had a sort of gift to communicate with the ghost world but I couldn’t brag about it or else I’d be a pompous sinner like all the rest.

I also would hallucinate glowing quotation marks and I thought that was the spirit world quoting my thoughts. Whenever that would happen I’d focus extra hard on whatever I was thinking because I thought the spirits were trying to tell me it had a deeper meaning about how to punish myself for the world. I would also think random things were making vague references to my thoughts and that was a punishment toward me to make me suffer and go crazy.

There was also this delusion I had that my bathroom mirror was a two way mirror and I didn’t shower often because I didn’t want whoever was on the other side to see me naked. And I would see this caterpillar man on the bathroom door and I don’t know why but I believed he was the spirit of a criminal.

When I was 18 I started having more vivid hallucinations as well as nightmares where I’d wake up and see visions. I got these new visuals where shadows would commit suicide in front of me. I also started hearing voices at this time, usually at night. I would hear static and a lady calling me rude names and just repeating words. And I heard a man’s voice saying the name of a TV character. I also began losing my train of thought mid sentence or text or forget what words I’m trying to say. Or I will misread words on paper.

Despite the toll this takes on me, I keep it mostly to myself. I know deep down I am either gifted with the ability to see the forces around us, or I genuinely have schizophrenia.

I stay to myself as much as I can in my room. I do have to study and I manage to get through it. I’d say I’m pretty functional though I am constantly tormented with fears and thoughts. I can never truly chill out because it’s always going on and I can’t just fully ignore it or get used to it. I just hope that it doesn’t progress past this point.

It got worse when I was 18 I started to hallucinate more but it got better after I overcame my addiction but now it's happening again

[rainee-da]

🍀 Your First "I Love You" [2]

CHARACTER ❥ Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 fluff with hurt/comfort on some / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D E L I S A S T E R 🪞

He was simply lounging around, stuffing himself with booze (rip that liver) when you suddenly come into the room.

At first, he didn't pay any mind to it. He gave you one of his toothy smiles as he leaned back on the chair lazily, waving a bottle of booze to your face, saying "Eyy sup', want some?"

When you finally say the magic word, he suddenly goes blank.

Not like a 'mind-blank' type of blank, but his face suddenly goes blank. All the shine in his eyes, his smiles, vanish into the void.

Honestly, this will make you feel afraid. Did you anger him? Did he not feel the same?

He suddenly picked up his phone and made a call to someone with a low whispering tone, too low for you to hear anything, and walked away. Leaving you alone with your thoughts.

But before you could think of any worst-case scenarios, a bunch of his goons suddenly barge into the room bringing... party popper???

Delisaster finally comes back being brought in by his goons... on a sedan chair???

At least, you're now relieved because he's now giving you a wide smile. A bit too wide. Scrap that- now you're creeped out.

Before you could ask about what the hell was going on, all of his goons popped the party popper, and a bunch of pink-shaded confetti flew across the room. Good luck seeing anything at all.

As soon as you're able to scrap off any of the confetti that is stuck on your face, you've now realized that the confetti is shaped into a heart. Kinda cute tbh.

And out of nowhere, he's already in front of you. Smiling wide, hugging you tight, laughing maniacally.

"YAHOOOOOOOO YOU SAID THE MAGIC WOOOO-" rip your ears.

All of the goons that surround you are now crying for some damn reason, passing a box of tissues around. Is this a wedding? a funeral??

Finally calming down, Delisaster finally leans back to take a look at your face. Now you can see that his smile is so gentle and he's looking at you oh so fondly.

He's caressing your face as if you're made of glass, and this is the most gentle and affectionate you've ever seen him. Usually, he's a menace to society

"I know I never really made you feel easy around me, especially with my reputation and all... not even my brothers can stand me... I don't even know if I deserve you," his voice breaks slightly as he leans closer your ear, "But you made me the happiest man, and I can never thank you enough for that... I love you too, baby."

... That would be so romantic if only the goons around you aren't screaming an ugly-ass cry, with the sound of snots being sniffed as ambience.

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

He chokes on his apple juice, almost snorting liquid through his nose when you suddenly come up to him and say those.

"W-what do you mean??" he stammers with his face now as vibrant as his hair, eyes shaky as they darted around to avoid your gaze. "Do... do you even understand what you're saying? how serious that word is??"

Man is so melodramatic, but you can't blame him. All his life he believes that any form of endearment given to someone means that there is any ulterior motives behind it and things such as 'pure love' is just a thing from a fantasy book.

You are fully aware of his upbringing, so you wouldn't be surprised if he didn't believe you right away.

What you didn't expect though is for him to go into full-teacher mode and info-dumping you about the definition of love.

He deadass mansplaining 'Love' to you by citing sources from dictionaries, biology, and psychology studies.

He's so academically smart and his brain is like a walking dictionary but he's misusing it in such a weird way.

After he's done with his rant explanation that who knows how long it is, he'll avert his gaze from yours. He's panting slightly as he broke in with his question, "Now that you understand, next time don't say those words so easily to someone," he huffed slightly and crossed his arms, "It's not like I've ever done anything to you that warrants something such as that, you know."

Okay, now that understandably pissed you off. So it's now your turn to go on full-tangent on why you love him, what you love about him, how you didn't need him to do anything for you to love him, and about how his view of love is full of shit.

And now it's his turn to be bewildered. Your outburst has effectively overwhelming his heart with warmness that he never felt before in his life.

By the time you're done his face that is previously tinted pink now goes scarlet red. His mouth is agape and shaking slightly like a fish in the open air, and all of the retort he intended to throw is stuck in his throat.

Domina_Blowelive.exe stopped working lol.

"Whatever! You're stupid anyway," is the only counter he could throw back at you, and Gods he hate how weak that ended up coming out from his mouth.

Before you could say anything back to him he already turned his back and stomped away from you, huffing and mumbling profanities.

He's so embarassed that he didn't pay any attention to his path and ended up turning left a bit too early, and slamming his head onto the wall.

If Levis and the gang are around to see that, they'll not be alive for long lol.

You're the only one who could make the top students of the prestigious magic school Walkis Academy turn into a cuckoo mess. Congratulations!

It will take you a while for him to finally believe and accept your feelings. Even so, you didn't need him to say anything to know that he feels the same way.

His journey to recovery is still long ahead, he needs more time to unpack those childhood trauma that led him to become the person that he was. But I swear it will be worth it.

Please be patient with him ♥

C E L L W A R 💎

"What do you want now?" he said as he stared at you with an exhausted look on his face, checking you out to figure out your intention based on body language alone.

Because that's the only reason for his whole existence in this world, right? to give and to serve?

You repeated your confession, and now he stares at you dumbfounded. He narrowed his eyes and exhaled in frustration as he ruffled your hair slightly.

"Don't say such a useless thing next time. It's a burden."

Yeouwch that comes out wrong doesn't it?

Even though what he means by that is that it is useless for YOU to love HIM, and it will only burden YOU to love HIM.

But what do you expect? he survives his whole life in the attendance of Innocent Zero's deranged family by belittling himself down, doing all the nuisance and humiliating tasks to stroke Innocent Zero's children's ego. what a bunch of manchild.

Being negative and blunt comes as a second nature to him.

But then again, now you're hurt. What makes it worse is that before you can ask him to clarify what he means he's already out of sight, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

He realizes that you seem like you're about to cry before he goes, and he can feel his heart ache to see you making that expression. Then again, what he said is not exactly wrong, right?

He's only realized what he did when Delisaster waltzing to him out of nowhere, whistling towards him and teasing him about "being so cold to your booboo."

He can feel his soul draining out of his body as he listens to Delisaster's explanation that is filled with a bunch of degrading mockery because let me remind you again he's a menace.

Delisaster finally saunters off somewhere else. Cell takes this short amount of time to his advantage and goes hell-bent on finding you.

The maid and butler that come past him are confused because they never see Cell that mortified.

Upon finding you, he wastes no time and lunges towards you on instinct, effectively tackling you to the ground as if he's a bounty hunter. But he made sure to hug your head before it slammed to the ground, burying it in his chest.

His mind goes blank at the sudden closeness and now he has no games. Honestly, he didn't know what to say either even if his mind did not go blank. Man really had no games.

But he still tries his best, like he always does. He leans back slightly while still pining you down, staring at you with eyes wavering, a mixture of anxiousness and affection.

"I... just realized I worded it wrongly before..." he stated hesitantly as a start as he proceeded to explain his thought process, "Honestly, I don't know if I should even be indulging in these feelings... I have my master to serve, and I'm afraid you will get hurt if he finds out."

His mouth clumsily formed into a thin smile, his hand reaches towards your hair, twirling it on his finger and taking a mental note of how soft it was, "But, to answer yours... I feel the same, and always has been."

The smile that grows on your face makes his world stop for a moment. Stunning him into silence as he stares into your eyes that is full of life and affection. His mind then wanders, imagining things that a tool like him should have no right to dream of.

'Wouldn't it be so nice... if I could live a normal life with you?'

This is the continuation of this headcanon! I initially intended for this to be included in the previous post but alas; I hit a roadblock lolol-

I've been thinking back and forth between adding Cell War or not. But I didn't care what anyone say; Cell War is part of the family too! I want to make hcs this angsty boi so much

I'll be ending this prompt right here and move on to the next one I had in mind (I'm currently in Mash's brother hyper-fixation phases and will be writing tons of them in the future lol). If you want me to write for other character feel free to request one as long as the ask is open!

Thank you for reading!🍀

[dimonds456]

animatic i'll never finish

Book of Bill spoilerssss, cw physical/psychological torture

I also put it below the cut in case you can't/don't wanna click the link(s)

(also also if you wanna do something with this just gimme a tag, I wanna see fgshdj)

[Opening]

Credits. We see Ford alone in his house; in his study; walking down the hall; approaching the front door with a crossbow.

Don't mind the noise outside the door It's just a phantom, nothing more

Ford ducks his head out of the house, looking around for something he thinks he heard.

No need to give yourself a scare When you glance and no one's there

Once he's confirmed nothing's there, he shuts the door and sits up against it, breathing weirdly. Then, we see a Bill-shaped shadow moving around the room with him, though he doesn't notice.

I don't wanna have to hurt you

Ford takes a breath, then stands back up

It's not your fault, I felt his rage Just a child about your age

Flash back to the science experiment gone wrong, except it's wrong. Stan is actively ripping into the machine. The camera pans out to show it was Bill telling him this; the visions were in his eye the whole time.

But something drives me to this place I can see him in your face

Ford looks doubtful. He knows that's not how it happened, but instead of confronting the realization he was wrong about Stan, he chooses to keep it buried. He keeps going down the hall, towards the living room.

You'll never know the hell I've seen

He collapses on the chair, exhausted. His eyes slip close... then snap back open again. Uh oh.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Bill, possessing Ford, basically prances through the house. He heads over to the secret door and punches in the code

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

He goes down the elevator, making it to the portal room. It looms ominously over him.

Let's make this easy

He pulls up all three journals and aligns them

Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

Bill is looking at Ford's six-fingered hand (the implication being he's talking about the people who made fun of Ford before)

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Bill pulls the lever, but the portal flickers uncertainly. He shakes his head, then heads back to the desk. He grabs sticky notes and a pen.

[Instrumental]

Ford wakes up in bed, finding a sticky note stuck to his face from Bill. He's confused, reaching up to grab it, and we see that his knuckles are bruised. Concerned, he gets up and heads to the kitchen. He makes himself a mug of coffee, downing it pretty fast, then glances back at his hand. It fades to a shot of the hand being bandaged up. Ford slips one of Fidd's gloves over it, then frowns, a mix of concerned and scared.

I'm just a whisper in the void No one's there, you're paranoid

At the diner, Ford is trying to order something, but he's clearly anxious. His foot is bouncing, and he keeps glancing at all the people around him warily.

I'm just a trick of your own mind

The people all become shadowy. They turn to look at Ford, yellow, slitted eyes gazing at him unblinkingly.

Blink your eyes once and you'll find I'm just a ghost inside your head

Ford slams his eyes shut. When he opens them, everyone is looking at him, but in concern now. it'd been a hallucination from Bill. Ford gets up as the waiter comes over with his order and guns it out of there.

Don't fear your fate that soon arrives

Ford's sitting on the floor of his study, hands on his head. He's breathing heavy.

It's a deadly lullaby

He looks up to see dozens of Bills watching him- drawings and other decor HE put there.

You'll be with us very soon Another spirit in the room

The bathroom. He's looking at himself in the mirror, noting the deep eyebags under his eyes. One could say he looks dead.

Take your place among the lost

He's alone. He's all alone and there is a demon in his head who wants him to end the world.

Don't fear what's coming

Bill again. He's possessing a bunch of zombies this time

We can't fight off the urge inside

Ford snipes him hell yeah

It's dark and you're afraid of

Ford gasps awake, finding ANOTHER sticky note.

The devils that come out at night

He slaps it on the bedside table next to a BUNCH MORE.

Let's make this easy

Ford pushes furniture in front of the secret door, even though he knows that won't do shit. it makes him feel like he's doing SOMETHING

Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

He downs an entire pot of coffee someone help this man

No need for sleep tonight

His heat has turned off. He's huddled in the living room, where puffs of air appear when he breathes- harder now.

Sweet dreams are overrated

He's fighting sleep so fucking hard right now

[Instrumental]

We see a montage, but centered around Ford as the camera spins around him. He's looking up, watching his world spin, then is falling. He catches himself on the kitchen table, downing more coffee. He stumbles back to his feet, before Bill circled around him. Sticky notes, sticky notes, sticky notes. There's hammers, the Memory Gun, the crossbow, various other weapons (all pointed at Ford), before the camera spins just right to point at Ford head-on again. Now, he's holding a VHS. He bends towards the camera and slips it into a VCR

You can't wake From this dream

Bill is taunting him. Ford grabs the edges of the TV in panicked anger.

No one will hear you screaming

Ford throws the VHS into a fire.

So hold on For the ride

Bill takes over forcefully. The world goes black around the two of them.

I'll take you with me tonight

PAIN. Pain, pain, pain. Ford falls.

This nightmare This prison

Bill floats in front of him, almost gloating, but moreso just upset

Inside the suits we live in

He grabs Ford's shirt collar and yanks him closer

Don't fear me Together

Bill suddenly lets go. He drifts backwards, throwing his hands out.

We'll have sweet dreams forever

Close-up on his eye. He looks excited to the point of being unhinged.

[Instrumental]

Ford sits bolt upright, hands immediately going up to his eyes. They're still there. He stiffens, sorta going numb. After a moment, he drags himself to his feet. He heads down to the basement, grabbing the journals and a postcard. He scribbles something down, then heads out. He drops the postcard in the mailbox, then puts Journal 3 in the ground.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Bill in possession of Ford. He opens the front door and steps out into the snow

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

Ford wakes up, but he's on the roof of his house. He panics, falling to his knees to prevent himself from sliding off. He's breathing heavy, and finds himself pulling another sticky note from his coat pocket

Let's make this easy Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

Bill is holding a hammer. He positions a nail right above Ford's hand. He raises the hammer, then brings it down.

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Ford is holding his hand close, bandaged as best as he could, and he's shaking BAD. But, he's also tossing around a bunch of Bill-related shit. The bags under his eyes are designer.

Don't fear what's coming We can't fight off the urge inside

Ford with the crossbow. There's been a knock on the door. He looks wild and unkept. He grabs the handle and opens the door.

It's dark and you're afraid of The devils that come out at night

It's just Stan dw. Ford yanks him inside and checks his eyes.

Let's make this easy Soon you'll haunt these beasts you hated

They head downstairs to the portal room.

No need for sleep tonight Sweet dreams are overrated

Ford shoves Journal 1 in Stan's hands, and Stan gets upset. We know where it goes from here.

[Instrumental]

The fight starts, though it's portrayed in still images. Around them is the interesting part. We see Ford's initial deal with Bill, the good times, the laughs, the vulnerability, before it turns into the horror we know it as today.

(Sweet dreams are overrated)

Notes. More things from this animatic. Journal pages. TRUST NO ONE. It devolves into paranoid screaming, basically.

[Music box]

Stan shoves Ford into the portal. It's caught in slo-mo, with Ford assuming he's going to die here. After all, *Bill's* on the other side. This lasts about halfway through, before it snaps back to normal speed. Ford's gone. Stan can only look up at it, before reality snaps back. He runs to the lever, but he can't pull it. Ford's gone.

[raineandsky]

#87

The hero shoves the villain into a seat at an agency desk in cuffs and abandons them there. The most of the outside world they’ve seen since they got here a month ago. “Where’s my supposed visitor then?” the villain snaps.

The hero ignores him in favour of walking back through the agency. Naturally.

They’re starting to suspect this is a test—left alone, apparently waiting for someone, the double-doored exit right in front of them? Come on—when the hero returns with someone in tow. Young, an absolute nerd, and not in cuffs. A citizen. 

The villain scowls as the hero gestures him into the chair opposite with a lot more grace than the villain ever gets the luxury of seeing. She has to keep up appearances to the innocents, they assume.

“Hello,” the civilian opens. Oh, he speaks like a nerd, too. This should be interesting.

“You have half an hour,” the hero says, pointedly aiming it at the civilian. “I’ll come back then.”

He nods and with that she’s off. The civilian adjusts his glasses on his nose for a moment. The villain stares at him in the hopes that they can unnerve him into submission.

“I’m studying psychology at the city university,” he says after an awkward pause. “I’m in need of a case study for my dissertation. I thought someone like yourself would make a good person to examine for my report.”

Clearly he’s had that little script written up somewhere. He throws them a smile, lopsided with nerves, and the villain scowls in response.

“I thought human experimentation was frowned on with the do-gooders,” the villain says shortly. That breaks the civilian out of his clearly practised speech; he positively blanches at the insinuation.

“Wh– I– It’s not experimentation.” The last word comes out like a swear—hushed, spat out like a bad taste. “I’d like you to be the subject of my dissertation. I want to be a therapist, you see.”

“A therapist,” the villain echoes flatly. “What, you’re going to CBT me into being an outstanding citizen?”

The civilian laughs, slightly. He seems like he’s not entirely sure if he’s meant to laugh at that. “If you’re open to it.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

The civilian leans back with a huff, resting an open notebook on his knee like a journalist. “So, where’d your interest in crime start?”

“Do I not get an incentive?” The villain tuts with dramatic annoyance. “You want me to tell you my tragic backstory for free?”

The civilian sits with that for a moment. His pen taps rather irritably against his book. Then, a ghost of a smile, a lot less lopsided than before and a lot more confident than the villain likes.

“If you give me something of note I could” — he waves his hands about rather broadly — “theoretically advocate for you. Prove that none of this is your fault and get you released.”

The villain was expecting him to offer a bag of sweets or something. That’s not an incentive to talk, it’s a goddamn reason.

The villain clears their throat. Shuffles on their rickety little chair. Heaves a deep breath.

“Well,” the villain starts, and everything that comes out of their mouth after it is a lie.

Why wouldn’t it be? This kid’s stupid if he thinks a villain is going to let him pin them down as a person. Besides, they don’t need to be studied—they like crime and they like doing it even more. Not exactly a mysterious case needing to be psychoanalysed.

The civilian hangs onto every word though, the naive kid he is. He scrawls notes furiously the entire time the villain’s talking, nodding enthusiastically and asking more questions here and there. The villain entertains him as much as they entertain themself.

“Half hour’s up,” the hero drawls upon her return. The civilian hops up with half a notebook of scribbles and a beaming smile. The villain would feel bad if they cared.

“Thank you, [Villain],” he says brightly, clearly ecstatic to have a villain on his side. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you. I’m excited to work together.”

“Pleasure’s all yours,” the villain says plainly, and with another unsure laugh the civilian turns on his heel and sets off. The hero takes on the brave duty of lugging the villain back to their dingy little cell.

The villain has no intention of changing, of course. The civilian’s little project will be a fun way to pass the time. If they just make note of the tale they’re weaving, they can tell him the most ludicrous stories and he’ll fall for them hook line and sinker.

Makes for good entertainment in an agency prison, after all.

[khaire-traveler]

🌑 Subtle Harpocrates Worship 🌹

Take time to sit in silence with yourself; become comfortable with your own presence

Keep secrets that people tell you; don't tell the stories that aren't yours to tell (e.g. a person's trauma, an embarrassing thing someone has shared, etc.)

Have a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)

Wear jewelry that reminds you of him

Keep a picture of him in your wallet

Have a stuffed animal snake, snail, or hawk (sparrowhawk specifically)/bird of prey

Have imagery of roses, wings, sunrises, or secrets/mysteries (maybe fog?) around

Take a walk under the new moon (if it is safe to do so in your area)

Watch the sunrise; watch the first sunrise of winter

Engage with childhood media or activities

Drink some wine or berry-flavored tea; raise a glass in his honor

Read about mysteries; mysteries in history, unsolved cases of things, mystery novels, etc.

If you have long hair, wear it in a side-braid

Learn when to keep certain things to yourself; practice restraint

Take time to meditate in a dark and quiet environment; take that time to decompress and practice mindfulness

Ground yourself regularly; practice emotional regulation skills

Learn not to judge a book by its cover; be more understanding with people

Study psychology/the human mind

Be kind to children; play with them if offered

Wear blues, purples, muted colors, or colors of the sunrise

Explore new places, especially abandoned places or places that have an air of mystery to them

Sit with a loved one in silence; do your own thing as you are together

Engage in a relaxing activity; read a book, draw, do yoga, etc.

Take a self-care bath/shower, especially with dim light (please be safe about this)

Forgive yourself for past mistakes; practice releasing past regrets

Learn to become comfortable within your own presence

Light a bonfire and sit in front of it under the night sky; focus on the peace of the moment, the warmth of the fire, the silence of the night

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This was a requested deity, and it was rather difficult to find information on him, unfortunately. He was a result of cultural fusion between the Greeks and Egyptians, and very little is known about him. He is known as the God of Silence, interestingly due to a cultural misunderstanding on the part of the Greeks, thinking his raised finger meant hushing when the Egyptians symbolized childhood with his raised finger (raised finger as in this: 🤫). Honestly, I had never heard of him before receiving the request. 💀

Nonny, wherever you are, I hope you find this helpful! Take care, friend. 💜

Link to Subtle Worship Master list

[colorfullpaperbird]

Taste in books i think each of the sides on Sander Sides would have

Logan: Easiest side to tell since he says his book taste in canon lmao, mistery books guy, agatha christie, sherlock holmes, murders on rue morgue, he just really enjoys a good mistery (he’s just like me fr). He also probably reads books about scientific discoveries and psychological studies on a day to day basis (since he seems to have an answer for everything), either really likes or really hates sci fi depending on the scientifical explanations the books gives

Patton: Ok so, im gonna be honest, i don’t think Patton reads much? In fact hes probably the one who reads the least out of all sides, but he does seem to know his stuff, quoting studies in some episodes ( ‘Can lying be good?’ being the one who comes to mind ), so he probably reads a few articles about Morality and philosophy, also when i imagine Patton reading i imagine children’s books with deep messages like Dr Seuss, so personally i think Patton’s taste in books would be books like “The Tao of Pooh” which explains philosophy in a simple fun way taking inspiration from children’s media.

Roman: Roman’s my favorite side and although i would like to dump my personal taste on him i am aware that he canonically hasn’t read my favorite book and dislikes dark retellings of fairytales, leaving me to tears since those are my favorite kind of story. However i will indulge a bit and say that Roman would love Shakespearean plays ( His favorite would be Hamlet bc it inspired Lion King ) and typical fantasy books. Im also 100% sure that guy has a shelf full of Disney Movie Books like the novelization of Beauty and the beast and the villain’s origin books by Serena Valentino, also has those super pretty Disney Classics books ( lucky mfer ). And obviously he would have the original novels of multiple musicals ( Wicked, Be more chill, Dear Evan Hansen…) and some ballets/non-Disney classics as well (The nutcracker, The wizard of oz, Swan lake… ). Also Harry Potter i guess, since that’s canon 😒

Virgil: We all know what im going to say, Horror fan. Likes Edgar Allan Poe’s stories and classic horror books that inspired movies/series ( Carrie, Ring, the haunting of hill house… ), also reads a concerning amount of True crime about unsolved murder cases, and he has a special edition of the novel of The nightmare before Christmas somewhere trust me. And to self indulge a little, Dark retellings of fairytales, especially the Horror leaning ones.

Janus: I feel like Patton would read simplified philosophy books while Janus would grab shit like The gay science by Friedrich Nietzsche at the local library (never read this book, hilarious title tho), Overall i think Janus’s taste on books would consist of either philosophy and sociology books (especially the ones that annoying people read to keep gloating about how smart they are, except he actually likes them), and influential plays like Shakespeare, The Odyssey, The Iliad, Medea, Phantom of the Opera etc… His taste is the perfect combination of annoying Theater kid with pretentious philosophy kid (He is the guy they strive to be 😭)

Tw: Remus and everything that comes with him

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Remus: YES, REMUS READS, YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND ON THIS, The books he reads? Very simple, Dark romance and horror, the books are his inspirations for new creative ways to annoy the shit out of the other sides, he is slowly but surely making a list of new horrid murder and torture methods he learned via horror books, also dark romance for him is just romance since he thinks normal romance books are boring and lack taste, some other side definitely walked in on him reading once ( picture him reading on the sofa twirling his hair and bouncing his legs in a very stereotypical teen girl way ) and asked what he was reading only for him to answer something like “ ‘Taken Hostage by the Hot Mafia Boss’ :D” Also definitely read the Kam4 Sutr4.

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Bonus: Remy/Sleep has a book detailing the multiple different ways on how to brew coffee and Picani has every Kids Show Book he could find ( Gravity Falls 3rd Diary, Star vs the Forces of Evil Book of spells etc… )

ALSO WARNING: If you want to buy any of the books i talked about here be aware there is currently a boycott of Disney and any other properties that have ties to the genocide committed by Israel!! And mainly, i would recommend to grab any book i mentioned in the library since they’re one of the only public community spaces that haven’t shut down yet, support your public library to make sure it stays that way!

[hologramcowboy]

Hello! You mentioned in some recent posts Jensen Ackles' acting became histrionic lately. Can you please expand a bit more on that? I read histrionic acting leans heavily on emotions, exaggerating them. Is that so? I'm not sure I got that right.

Thank You.

Hi, there! Thank you for the beautiful question.

Acting has evolved a lot over the years, so untrained actors who have a background in soap operas often actin histrionically, basically overacting and mimicking emotions instead of feeling and instead of making natural, organic choices.

Nowadays, acting is all about how real one can get, this means truly embodying the psychology of a character as opposed to playing an idea of that character which is what histrionic acting is.

A high tier actor will ensure any character choice made is not only high stakes, risky but also organic. Example: they choose to walk with a limp for said character and instead of merely mimicking a limp they do inner work and acting exercises that organically cause that limp.

Another example is Meryl Streep adopting a certain voice for a character, it never feels mimicked, it’s organic, on the other side, we have Jensen who fails to adopt Dean’s voice organically (he is copying JDM anyway) and as a result it comes off fake and breaks the spell of his acting.

These days even soap actors are trained to be realistic in their potrayals so, I think, in Jensen’s case, it’s a matter of him still applying things he learned ages ago without ever studying what is now modern and castable. All of which can be easily avoided through private or group coaching. All the actors who constantly book are constantly training and they never submit a self taped audition or go to one without getting private training on it first.

Jensen has a great potential but he seems intent on simply replicating histrionically his idea of what Dean was over and over again and by doing so not only is he typecasting himself on the wrong type, he also runs the risk of coming off as a very limited one trick pony and those aren’t exactly in high demand. Jensen’s been lucky so far that his friends have been casting him, without their help, I can guarantee you there’s no way he would have booked much with his current level of acting. If it wasn’t for Kripke, Jensen would have slowly faded.

I look forward to seeing his new projects unfold and I hope he will actually do script analysis, character analysis and also get private coaching. Competition is high in the acting world and an actor that never trains stagnates.

[sisterspooky1013]

Gaslight, Chapter 12/48

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

“Don’t forget, we have dinner with your parents tonight,” Diana says as she double checks the contents of her briefcase.

“Yep,” he confirms, then pops the last bite of his toast into his mouth.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks, slipping her feet into her heels. “How’s your head?”

“A little sore, but I’m fine,” he answers.

“That’s good. I’ll see you tonight, then,” she says, kissing him quickly on the cheek and rushing out the door.

He hears the garage open, the rumble of the car’s engine starting up, and then it’s just him and Frenchie, and the quiet of the empty house.

“What do you think, Frenchie? Should we take a quick w-a-l-k?” he asks, and Frenchie’s tail begins to thump loudly against the floor. “Yeah? A walk sounds good?”

The dog stands abruptly, pacing back and forth behind his chair excitedly.

It’s a mild morning, chilly but with the promise of a warmer afternoon. He sets off with a brisk pace, hoping to get his heart pumping in lieu of an actual run, which he was advised to avoid for at least a few days. Frenchie trots happily beside him, her tongue lolling out the side of her smiling mouth.

He waves as he passes by familiar houses with familiar occupants, though he’s never learned their names. Lady-with-bowlcut and Short-shorts-guy are what he knows them by, but everyone knows Frenchie due to her tendency to go on adventures if the front door is left open when he runs the trash out to the bin.

“Morning,” he calls out with a wave, and Old-hunchback-man nods and raises his coffee cup in response.

They pass by a house he thinks of as The Children’s House, due to the lawn that is cluttered with ride-on toys and decrepit sports equipment. In the summer, joyful shrieks can be heard over the splashing of water from the back yard, and at Christmastime theirs is the house with the most lights. It makes him feel both happy and sad, The Children’s House, because it’s everything he hoped for and everything he doesn’t have. For himself, as a former child, and also as a person who had always imagined himself as a someday father, but never ended up walking that path.

As they near the driveway of The Children’s House, a small towheaded boy skitters down the pavement with bare feet, his eyes wide and zeroed in on Frenchie.

“Can I pet your dog?” the child asks hopefully, his hands held carefully behind his back as he waits for permission.

“Sure,” Jeff answers, signaling Frenchie to sit.

The boy runs his hand down her silky coat, smiling happily.

“Dogs like me,” the child declares, unashamed of his self-promotion.

“Aiden! Get back in the house!” a voice calls from inside the garage, and he looks up to see Mother-of-children standing in the open doorway, clutching her bathrobe closed.

He waves, and she bobs her head tersely, and the child gives Frenchie one last pat on the head and scrambles back inside. They finish their walk, each contemplative in the way that man and beast are, and then he dresses in khaki slacks and a white polo shirt before driving into Philly.

His office is a disaster. Books are strewn across the floor, intermingled with shards of splintered wood from the shelf that was lost in the scuffle. His first appointment isn’t until noon, which gives him a couple hours to get things back in order. He starts by picking up all the books and stacking them into the categories by which they’d formerly been organized.

The profession of therapist was never one he had in mind when he set out to study psychology. He’s always been fascinated by the human mind and corresponding behavior, and the links between what has happened to us and how we behave as a result. But sitting down in a room with a single person, unpacking their traumas and guiding them to a place of higher understanding that might allow them to overcome it, wasn’t exactly what he’d planned for. He stumbled into it, like so many things. And, as is often the case for people who are good at things that they don’t necessarily enjoy, it stuck.

He unearths a book from beneath a bust of Carl Jung and sits down, brushing his fingers over the raised letters on the cover. Parapsychology: The Controversial Science. It’s one he’s read many times, though not in several years. One that he and Diana used to discuss at length over coffee in his apartment in Alexandria. He wonders, not for the first time, how they’ve landed so incredibly off course from where they began. Two young professionals, both interested in strange and unexplainable phenomena, joining the FBI with the hope of being a part of finding the answers, but instead finding each other. Now, over a decade later, they are a lawyer and a therapist with a mortgage and a dog. A picture-perfect life, by all accounts. But not the one he’d imagined leading.

He sighs, standing and setting the book in a stack with others that fall outside the bounds of commonly accepted research. He finishes cleaning up the office, and by 11:45 all evidence of Mr. Porter’s tantrum is erased, save for the missing shelf. He checks his notes in preparation for his noon appointment, uses the bathroom, fills his water glass and restocks the tissues. He gets to work.

-

He dozes during the ninety minute drive to his parent’s house, feeling the strain of his injury after only a half-day of work. Diana listens to talk radio and clicks her fingernails impatiently on the steering wheel, sighing with relief when they pull into the long paved driveway of the Dutch Colonial house.

“We’re here, Jeff,” she says, patting the top of his thigh to rouse him.

They park, retrieve a bottle of wine and a loaf of focaccia from the back seat, and approach the front door. He lifts his hand to knock, but before he can make contact, the door swings open and reveals the worried face of his mother.

“Jeff,” she says haltingly, giving him a once over from head to foot. “How are you feeling?”

He glances at Diana with furrowed eyebrows. It wouldn’t be like her to inform his mother of his little encounter with Mr. Porter, but it’s clear that she’s worried about his well-being.

“I’m fine, Mom,” he says lightly, but the concerned pinch of her face doesn’t let up. “Can we come in?” he asks with a shy smile, and she steps aside to allow them entrance.

“I’m going to put these in the kitchen, Teena,” Diana informs her as she makes her way down the hall. “Is there anything I can help with for dinner?”

“No, thank you, Diana,” Teena replies blandly, still inspecting her son as though seeing him for the very first time.

“Are you okay, Mom?” he asks, touching her shoulder, and she jumps a little, regarding him with surprise.

“I’m fine, Jeff. Just fine. Let’s go have dinner.”

He follows her into the kitchen, where Diana is uncorking the wine. His father is standing at one end of the long counter, a pleased smile on his mouth.

“What’s the latest with the Spurious deal? Any movement in Baltimore?” Diana asks, setting out four glasses.

“Everything is going swimmingly,” his father replies. “Perfectly to plan.” He turns to look at his son and his smile broadens, deepening the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. “Jeff! It’s wonderful to see you, son. How are you?”

“I’m good, Dad. Yourself?” he answers, offering his hand to shake.

“Nonsense, Jeff, give your father a hug,” his father insists, stepping past the proffered hand and extending his arms.

He smells like Old Spice and stale cigarettes, and the hug is brief and somewhat awkward.

“When did you become a hugger, Carl?” Diana asks teasingly, and Carl balks.

“A father should hug his son,” he says defensively.

“Dinner is ready,” Teena pipes in, her demeanor still standoffish and perturbed. “Carl, will you please cut the bread?”

“Of course, my dear. I’d be happy to,” Carl says jovially, and they file into the dining room, wine glasses in hand.

Teena has prepared meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas and a green salad, and they discuss local and national politics while they eat. Diana and Carl have an easy, practiced banter, while Teena is quiet and sullen. He catches her watching him each time he looks her way, an apprehensive expression on her face, and thinks to himself that he’d like to get her alone later and try to find out what’s on her mind.

“Oh, did you tell Jeff about the foundation, dear?” Carl interjects, and Teena shifts uncomfortably in her seat.

“No, you go on ahead,” she says, pushing peas around her plate with her fork.

“Great news,” Carl says, beaming at him. “The Children’s Leukemia Foundation has established a grant in Samantha’s honor. It will be awarded annually to the family with the greatest need, and will cover the complete cost of treatment and housing. Isn’t that incredible?”

“Wow,” Jeff says, taken aback. “That’s amazing. I didn’t know that something like that was in the works.”

“Nor did we, son. It was a tremendous surprise. What a beautiful way to remember your sister,” Carl says. “They’re calling it the Samantha Ann Spender Hopes and Dreams Grant.”

Jeff nods, forcing a smile. He looks over at his mother and finds her staring vacantly at her water glass, her eyes shimmering.

“Dinner was delicious, Teena. I’m going to step outside for a smoke,” Carl says as he pushes his chair back and stands.

“I thought you were going to quit, Dad,” Jeff says sternly, and Carl brushes him off with the wave of a hand.

“I’m an old man, Jeff. Let me enjoy life’s little pleasures, eh?”

“I’ll join you, Carl,” Diana says, stacking her plate on top of Teena’s and taking them both to the kitchen. “My little pleasure is inhaling the second hand smoke.”

Alone at the table, he watches his mother until she lifts her head and pushes her mouth into a thin smile.

“That’s great, about the grant,” he says, and she nods. “Still hard to talk about, though, huh?”

“Yes,” she rasps, then takes a sip from her water. “I think it may always be difficult to talk about your sister.”

He stands from the table and lays a reassuring hand on her shoulder, then clears all the dishes and cutlery. In the kitchen, he’s rinsing plates and loading the dishwasher when the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, and he has the distinct feeling he’s being watched. He flashes his eyes over to the window and finds Diana and his father standing side by side, her arms crossed over her chest and his hand holding a lit cigarette to his lips. Upon realizing that he sees them, Diana lifts one hand and waves, smiling. He waves back, but something in the back of his mind is sending him a warning signal that he doesn’t understand.

He’s grateful when Diana offers to drive home. Streetlights flash in bursts of red through his eyelids as he calls forth hazy memories of Samantha’s final days. Her pale, drawn skin, the dark hallows under her eyes, her dry, cracked lips. At twelve, he understood and yet also could not possibly understand what was happening. That his little sister would be gone forever, that there was to be no recovery, no coming back. For months after her death he dreamt of alternative explanations, of bright flashing lights and bad men taking her away. His parents finally sent him to a therapist in an attempt to help him understand the finality and the senselessness. Samantha was gone. Dead. Not lost, not missing. Never coming back.

They slump through the door at nearly midnight, and Diana hands him his blood pressure medication before she heads upstairs to get ready for bed. He swallows the pill and an entire glass of water, then takes Frenchie for a quick walk. By the time he crawls into bed, Diana is already snoring softly, but he finds himself tossing and turning, unable to succumb to sleep. When he finally drifts off, he has the dream again. The one where he is frozen in fear, and Samantha is calling for him, and there’s nothing he can do. He’s helpless, just like he was in reality, to help her.

It’s a truth he will seemingly never be able to recover from.

Tagging @today-in-fic ay

[elk96]

Connection -Part 1

J Robert Oppenheimer (Cillian Murphy's portrayal/ X reader.

Words: 1076

Warnings: idk...head injury? panick attack?

after young Robert attempts to poison his professor, and a disaster cooperation with (a shitty) psychiatrist, he visits y/ N for another take in his case. She is far more compassionate than the previous doctor-perhaps too much.

Dr. y/LN looked at her young patient with wide, curious eyes. He was picking at his fingernails, head tilted low and close to his chest. His jaw, however, was clenched, and his gaze fixed on the library to his left, stubborn.

“You didn’t tell me though, how are you today, Robert”?

“Terrible”, he blurted out.

“And why is that”?

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that”?

y/LN let out a small chuckle. “Not quite, not quite. See, I’m trying to hear your part of the story, understand you. That’s why I need you to talk to me. I could rely on your former psychiatrist’s diagnosis. Are you aware of it”?

Robert sighed-anger glimmered in his eyes.

“Dementia praecox”, dr. y/LN said. “Requires lifelong hospitalization. So”, she continued in a more joyfull tone. “Why are you so 'terrible'? You’re back at your university, I assume”.

All Robert could do was nod.

“They won’t let me be even in the same wing as him”, Robert whispered, and y/N could see the hatred in his eyes. Hatred of himself, she reckoned, not for Blackett.

“I’m told you read a lot. Poetry and books. You paint, you ride horses, you were interested in geology as a kid-and you excelled at it. In short, everything you’re interested in, you excell at. Talk to me Robert'', she urged him, moving in her seat. "Why do you do that to yourself"?

“Nothing changes”, he whispered.

“What”?

“All I do is study, fail at the lab, search my desk for letters. And wish I were dead. Even the few people I was friendly with won’t even look at me…”.

y/N kept her eyes closed, the crack in his voice lingering on the back of her head.

“When was the first time you tried your skills at laboratory work”?

“In middle school”.

“And what happened? Do you remember”?

“I broke something”, Robert answered without thinking. “Dad had to pay for it”.

“You know, sometimes, our feelings may strongly affect our actions, our behaviour-

Robert’s eyes shot up. “Are you saying that it’s psychological”?

“It’s a combination of things, Robert”, y/N answered, sitting in a more comfortable position. She crossed her legs, her skirt flowing weirdly to the floor and down her thighs. Robert was surprised to say the least, but she continued, oblivious to his feelings.

“If you go to the lab, thinking the glass will shatter the moment you walk in, it’s mathematically certain you will break something”.

“I don’t think there are any equations for that”.

“Aren’t you better at theoretical physics Robert”? she asked cockily. “What I’m trying to say, is, try to focus on the work you’re doing at the moment, not whatever lecture comes next. And try to enjoy it, for God’s sake. Even a little”.

Robert clenched his jaw again, eyes fixed on his watch. Dr. y/LN gestured towards the door.

“Thank you Doctor”, he said in a haste and got up to leave.

y/N sprang up behind him against her better judgment, blocking his way.

Let go a little, go find a girl, have some fun for fuck’s sake, was what she wanted to tell him. Instead, she found his forearm, gave him a little reassuring squeeze.

“If you ever…find yourself in distress, don’t hesitate to let me know. Please. I’m here to help you”, she said, her voice warmer than it should be.

Robert swallowed thickly, blinked a couple of times.

“I know that it’s hard to open up to people-especially doctors that might as well lock you up in a…Whatever. Let me know Robert. I mean it”.

He stormed out of there as fast as he could.

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Blackett cursed as he dropped his books, their hard covers thundering as they hit the floor in the nearly empty corridor. Robert stopped at his feet, feeling his chest empty at once. Blackett bent down to pick them up, and caught a glimpse of him.

“Oppenheimer! What the hell are you doing at this hour”?, he asked full of surprise. His voice was too loud-it shot right through Robert’s brain.

“I-I was-I was just finishing up some equations sir”, he blurted out. His heart was hammering in his chest.

Blacket didn’t dignify him with an answer, he just left.

Robert leaned on the wall heavily. He shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that, he shouldn’t have done that….

Damn he couldn’t breathe. Footsteps echoed-someone was approaching. He couldn't breathe. He fainted before he managed to sit down. His head hit the last step of the staircase, but he couldn't feel it.

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Something warm was touching his face. He was aware of a shadow falling upon him, changing the lighting of the room. He tried to open his eyes.

"Come on Robert, that's it. Wake up", a familiar voice urged him.

He gasped loudly, finally taking in his surroundings. Dr. y/ N was with him-her of all people! Last thing he wanted was her seeing him like that. He tried to sit up but his head felt heavy. He tried to breathe but it hadn't gotten any easier. His heartbeat was rapid and the rising of his chest swallow, big eyes gone even wider. He needed to leave.

"Relax Robert, calm down", she said softly, pressing a cloth to his head. He was faintly aware of an ache there, but he couldn't quite concentrate to it. He struggled to sit up.

"Relax, it's okay". y/N layed a heavy arm on his shoulder. "It's okay, try to relax. We're alone".

We're alone, he repeated in his head while closing his eyes. She was his psychiatrist. He was allowed to be vulnerable around her-she would fix him.

He managed to escape the iron grip in his chest, exhaling deeply with gratitude. y/N sat against him on a desk, and Robert realized they were in a classroom.

"What happened "?, y/N asked, visibly sad.

"I…I fainted", Robert answered. Shame burned on his cheeks. "What are you doing here"?

"I met with Dr. Blackett, to discuss some matters".

Robert wished the earth could open up and swallow him whole. He buried his head in chest.

"Careful", y/N warned him as he moved. "You'll need stitches".

"I'm not going to a hospital", he stated immediately.

"How about you come to my place? I have a medical kit there"y/ N suggested as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

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this is once again a silly little oneshot turned into sth more because it's late and I want to post sth. If you read please please leave a comment -even a short one- or reblog it would mean a lot.

[thecurrator]

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @lumiambrose

Your ideal match is…Hiori Yo!

The guy who is closest to fulfilling the traits of being unpredictable and intelligent that you're looking for. I believe you would find him interesting once you get to know him. He isn't a social butterfly, but he isn't antisocial either, so it's likely that he is the one to approach you for a conversation. Perhaps you'll find that he matches your energy too.

He appreciates your logical thought process when it comes to your career since he also thinks the same way (self-proclaimed ultrasadist). But he's pretty chill when off the field so he understands your desire to follow your heart when it comes to more casual things. You both have a sort of gap moe in that way.

He doesn't mind your sudden switches from dependent to independent. His ideal type is someone who can leave each other alone, so he appreciates having his alone time. That being said, he's more than happy to spoil you when you feel like being pampered. I can imagine you falling asleep on his lap sometimes so he's pinned there for the rest of the afternoon, patting your head occasionally in between video game matches.

Gaming. Need I say more? He seems to play a lot of shooter games, so you both could play them together! He wouldn't mind your bad aim, since he isn't competitive or that serious about video games, he just plays them to destress. He isn't interested in playing gatcha games himself, but he'll celebrate with you whenever you get the characters you're pulling for.

A great listener. He'll listen to you ramble about the characters in your romance books or anything interesting you've learnt about psychology lately. He would appreciate your psychology knowledge too since some of it could come in handy for his job. If you're interested in hearing about his peers from blue lock, he'll spill the tea. Pretty much everyone from blue lock is a whole case study so enjoy thinking about the mannerisms of his friends.

He shares your love for cats! Cats totally love him since he has such a calm presence. You both can never walk to a destination as soon as hoped since you're both always stopping to either point out any cats you see or pet them if they'll let you. But that's okay, life is about enjoyable moments like that.

Overall, a rather calm presence in your life, quietly supporting you when you work towards achieving your goals from the sidelines. Not too clingy, but not too distant either. Everything is just right.

Runner-up: Michael Kaiser (Your love for psychology and performances could be something you both bond over, but I think Kaiser would be interested in someone more active, haha.)

[bodexjames]

INTRODUCING...Bode James.

STATS:

Nicknames: B, Bod, BJ.

Character Age:  41

Neighborhood: South Hills

Occupation: FBI Agent

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Birthday: February 28th, 1983

Faceclaim: Ricky Whittle

Hometown: Wilmington, NC.

Years of Residence: Born and raised until he joined the FBI at 32, just arrived back to town

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Character Inspiration: Angel (Buffy The Vampire Slayer), Stefan Salvatore (The Vampire Diaries), Derek Morgan (Criminal Minds), Gil Grissom (CSI), Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

tldr;

Schizophrenia TW, Murder TW, Kidnapping mentions TW, gun injury TW.

-- BODE JAMES was born and raised in Wilmington. With a father that was a truck driver and a mother who struggled with her mental condition, Bode helped raised his younger brother, LT when his mother was institutionalized when Bode was fifteen. As someone who loves responsibility, Bode thrived in UNCW, where he studied Criminal Justice and Sociology and eventually became a professor. While there, he began investigating the case of a missing persons by himself and somehow ended up consulting in the actual case with the FBI. They couldn't find the missing person until it was too late but that got him an offer to join the team at Quantico, VA. Three years ago, Bode got shot on the arm while on the job and was forced to take a sabbatical, he spent it at Wilmington, but returned back to work as soon as he could. Now he's back in town because his dather is very sick, but we'll be helping the local police with multiple cases, including the recent disappearances.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

random facts

is a car aficionado, and owns one too many

cannot start his day without going on a run

despite the badge, bode is more of an scholar than he's a cop

doesn't drink any type of alcohol, but smokes socially

would do anything for his loved ones

his philosophy is saving people before getting justice

has been injured at work a handful of times, the last time made him consider leaving his job

will probably be overdressed for most occasions

doesn't know how to sleep more than four hours a night

is so clumsy that he sucks at any sport that isn't running

biography

Born and raised in Wilmington as the older son of his parents, and LT’s brother. 

Their dad was a truck driver and their mother the owner of a paranormal shop in town.

Bode was unlucky enough to be older when his mother’s mental condition began deteriorating and she was diagnosed with schizophrenia, which meant that he had to see it all; how much it changed their lives, how a shop that used to make him so happy became a place that he dreaded. 

With his father never around, it was fourteen-year old Bode who made sure his mother took her pills, who made pancakes for LT before school and walked him to daycare. He found refuge in books and comfort in knowing that, at least, LT wasn’t dealing with this alone.

But one day, Bode arrived home from school and found his mother trying to drown his younger brother, LT. At fifteen and four years old, the brothers hid and locked themselves in a room until help finally arrived.

It wasn’t like much changed after their mother was institutionalized since Bode had been taking care of everything while his father worked. But that event was still a turning point for him, because now he knew that it would have to be the three of them making things work, all while missing his mother. 

His teenage years were easy enough, he helped his father, he helped LT, he went to school and had a solid group of friends who made everything worth it, and also worked at Rizzo’s Diner for several years, even after he started his college classes. 

Although he’d once related to his mother with her curiosity for the paranormal and occult, after her diagnosis, Bode started to believe that he could have helped her, had he had the right tools. He enrolled in UNCW, getting a full-ride scholarship and with the intentions to study Psychology. It was at this age that he developed an interest in true crime instead.

A year after starting college, Bode changed his major to Criminal Justice and his minor to Sociology. In a lot of ways, this made him feel closer to his mother, almost as if understanding her condition could help him figure her out.

It was after he graduated and then finished his Master’s degree in Psychology that he found himself teaching in his alma mater. Bode actually loved his job, adored being able to not only provide students with the knowledge he possessed, but also to give them advice in general. It felt like teaching ticked off several of the boxes for a job that made him happy.

When he was thirty-two, a local missing’s person case was what made him reconsider his calling. A teenage girl went missing and local authorities hadn’t been able to find her. Bode had already been doing some sleuthing himself, providing tips to the local PD. But the FBI took over the investigation and somehow, after talking to one of the agents in charge, Bode became a consultant for the case. They fought tooth and nail for weeks, but when they found her, there was no saving her. 

Bode didn’t know what to do with himself, after everything they’d done, it wasn’t enough. He was destroyed, inconsolable. A month later, the FBI sent him a letter, offering him a position in their Behavioral Analysis Unit. 

Walking away from home, more specifically, from his brother was the hardest thing that he could have done, but something that Bode knew that he had to do for himself. He knew he would find his way back home eventually, but for now, he thought it was important to help where he really could help.

Bode has lived in VA for the past nine years, covering multiple cases and suspects. He loves his job, despite how hard it can be and the things that he sees and despite how haunting some of the cases can be, he thinks it’s all worth it. 

During the past nine years, Bode visits home on any holiday that he can and takes all his vacation days off to visit his family and his friends. Most of his life is in Quantico, but his heart remains in Wilmington somehow.

Three years ago, Bode took a sabbatical year after a particularly hard case that earned him a bullet in his arm and with a few months of recovery. But really what hurt most was how much it affected him emotionally. He eventually was able to return back to work in VA, but is now returning home after finding out that his father is very sick and plans to stay for long enough to help his family.

He will be covering a few local cases during his stay, including helping out local police and authorities with the situation regarding the Mayor’s and all the disappearances surrounding the previous people in that position.  

possible connections

friends, childhood friends, fwb, hook ups, one night stands, enemies, rivals, drinking buddies, partners in crime, love interests, anything you can think of that your character can fit into his life!

[stars-tonight]

hi!! could i have a matchup? ur super cool for doing this, i know it means a lot to so many people. and i love ur writing too!

i want to be this emoji pls 🥭

long

romantic matchup pls

i use she/her pronouns and id like to be paired w a guy pls

my ideal partner is the perfect balance of serious and unserious, someone who’s quietly smart (like they don’t make it super known and won’t rub it in your face if you need help with something academic but also aren't like dense), and will indulge my odd interests and hyperfixations without judgement

i am 5’10” which is one of my favorite traits about myself

so i actually have no idea how to describe myself cause im scared of sounding vain but my friends have said: “witty, introspective, passionate, strategic” or “confident, loyal, hardworking” and idk which is more accurate to people around me, so im giving both

i’ve been playing field hockey and lacrosse since i was 11 as a defender for both. never had a knack for offense. wish I did though. (had a coach ruin lacrosse for me though so i’m going to quit though… love field hockey though)

i also love any form of media. classical lit, films (love psychological horror, letterboxd, and my amc subscription). anything i can find deeper philosophical meaning in is right up my alley. 

my love language for giving is physical touch. i love giving hugs, getting them is another story

receiving is definitely quality time and words of affirmation. i get a little nervous that people don’t actually like me so i really appreciate when people make time for me.

stargazing and a picnic. i study astrophysics in school and the amount of deep conversations i’ve gotten in while sitting with friends at night is astonishing. also will totally be judging to see if people let me rant about the constellations and philosophy of the universe.

here are my biggest pet peeves: slow walkers x1000, slow drivers, traffic, people who cancel plans last minute, really anything that wastes my time

you're so cool! thought u should know that in case you don't hear it enough <3 hugs

headcanons

🥛 i know we always focus on kuroo for that "docosahexaenoic acid" comment

🥛 but i believe in the manga yaku also made a chemistry comment

🥛 so he's definitely not dumb

🥛 and while kuroo would probably tease you first if you asked for help with homework or a project, yaku definitely wouldn't say anything

🥛 probably swears by flashcards as a study technique

🥛 hopefully you don't mind that he's shorter than you lol

🥛 he probably wouldn't mind since it's not like he's insecure about his height

🥛 but he WILL get made fun of

🥛 especially by kuroo

🥛 and especially if you wear heels

🥛 yaku would definitely be attracted to your confidence and work ethic

🥛 he's also very strategic and passionate (especially when it comes to volleyball) so you have that in common

🥛 he also strikes me as a bit of a media lover

🥛 so you'd definitely spend a lot of time watching movies or reading books

🥛 i don't think he's a horror or psychological guy though

🥛 more like . . . documentary

🥛 or science / historical fiction

🥛 also strikes me as the type of guy to lowkey get road rage

🥛 he feels very no-nonsense, especially post-timeskip, so he'd also hate people who waste time

🥛 man is loaded with money and is determined to keep making it

🥛 so he tends to live life at a fast pace and doesn't always make time for the small things

🥛 he'll definitely appreciate it if you hold a deep conversation with him or teach him a bit about astrology

🥛 he's never given much thought to the stars before but once he looks at them closer he realizes they're pretty cool

🥛 will definitely walk away from a stargazing date with a new worldview and a higher level of appreciation for you

🥛 even though yaku is very busy, you can tell he really appreciates you because he always makes time for you

🥛 he's definitely not clingy so it's perfectly fine if you don't want to be hugged or cuddled all the time!

🥛 however he'll never turn you down if you want to hug him

🥛 actually sees it as cute that you trust him enough to want to hug him

runner up for you was sugawara kōshi!

A/N: there you go 🥭anon, i hope you like it! and thank you for the compliment, you're so sweet!