#hope he's okay bud!! let me know if you want me to use someone else

[heroexxs]

// @rosecored

what started out as a small argument was starting to turn into something much bigger that clark didn't want to be a part of. he and his girlfriend were out at a house party for the evening and with one thing leading to another about a spilled drink one of the other party-goers did not like something that clark said, causing them to get loud and in his face. while he would have been intimidated, he knew what bambi was like and it was one of the many things that he loved about her. out of the corner of his eye he caught hers and couldn't help but chuckle, which caused the other to become even angrier. "you know you could just stop now, leave me alone and pretend that this never happened." he said with a little shrug of his shoulders as he watched the other get close and in his face a bit more. clark knew he could stick up for himself in situations like this but the fire he saw in her eyes made his heart beat faster. "it really wouldn't be wise if you got any closer." he said trying to hide a small smile on his lips. "if you touch me, she'll kill you. trust me, she will."

[grison-in-space]

you know what else fucks me up about the US election? one of the things that has left me reeling in bewilderment and grief this month?

I'm a scientist, y'all.

That means that I am, like most American research scientists, a federal contractor. (Possibly employee. It's confusing, and it fucks with my taxes being a postdoctoral researcher.) I get paid because someone, in the long run ideally me, makes a really, really detailed pitch to one of several federal grant agencies that the nation would really be missing out if I couldn't follow up on these thoughts and find concrete evidence about whether or not I'm right.

Currently, my personal salary is dependent on a whole department of scientists convincing one of the largest and most powerful granting agencies that they have a program that is really good at training scientists that can think deeply about the priorities of the agency. Those priorities are defined by the guy who runs the agency, and he gets to hire whatever qualified people he wants. That guy? The Presidential Administration picks that one. That's how federal agencies get staffed: the President's administration nominates them.

All of the heads of these agencies are personally nominated by the president and their administration. They are people of enormous power whose job is to administer million-dollar grants to the scientists competing urgently for limited funds. A million dollars often doesn't go farther than a couple of years when it's intended to pay for absolutely everything to do with a particular pitch, including salaries of your trainees, all materials, travel expenses, promoting the work among other researchers, all of it—so most smart American researchers are working fervently on grants all the time.

The next director of the NIH will be a Trump appointee, if he notices and thinks to appoint one. NSF, too; that's the group that funds your ecology and your astroscience and your experimental mathematics and physics and chemistry, the stuff that doesn't have industry funding and industry priorities. USDA. DOE, that's who does a lot of the climate change mitigation and renewable energy source research, they'll just be lucky if they can do anything again because Trump nigh gutted them last time.

Right now, I am working on the very tail end of a grant's funding and I am scurrying to make sure I stay employed. So I'm thinking very closely about federal agency priorities, okay? And I'm thinking that the funding climate for science is going to get a lot fucking leaner. I'm seeing what the American people think of scientists, and about whether my job is worth doing. It's been a lean twelve years in this gig, okay? Every time the federal government gets fucked up, that impacts my job, it means that I have to hustle even harder to get grants in that let me support myself—and, if I have any trainees, their budding careers as well!—to patch over the lean times as much as we can.

So I've been reeling this week thinking about how funding agency priorities are going to change. I work on sex differences in motivation, so let me tell you, the politics reading this one for my next pitch are going to be fun. I'm working on a submission for an explicitly DEI-oriented five year grant with a cycle ending in February, so that's going to be an exercise in hoping that the agency employees at the middle levels (the ones that know how to get things done which can't be replaced immediately with yes men) can buffer the decisions of those big bosses long enough to let that program continue to exist a little while longer.

Ah, Christ, he promised Health & Human Services (which houses the NIH) to RFK, didn't he? We'll see how that pans out.

I keep seeing people calling for more governmental shutdowns on the left now, and it makes me want to scream. The government being gridlocked means the funding that researchers like me need doesn't come, okay? When the DOE can't say fucking "climate change," when the USDA hemorrhages its workers when the agency is dragged halfway across the country, when I watch a major Texan House rep stake his career on trying to destroy the NSF, I think: this is what you people think of us. I think: how little scientists are valued as public workers. Why am I working this hard again?

This is why I described voting as harm reduction. Even if two candidates are "the same" on one thing you care about, they probably aren't the same level of bad on everything. Your task is to figure out the best person to do the job. It's not about a fucking tribalist horse race. A vote is your opinion on a job interview, you fucks. We have to work with this person.

Anyway, I'm probably going to go back to shaking quietly in despair for a little longer and then pick myself up and hit the grind again. If I'm fast, I might still get the grant in this miserable climate if I run, and I might get to actually keep on what I'm trying to do, which is bring research on sex differences, neurodivergence and energy balance as informed by non-binary gender perspectives and disability theory to neuroscience.

Fuck.

[geralts-yenn]

Play Time

SoftDOM!August x female reader

warnings: 18+, Adult content, Minors DNI, dom/sub dynamics, Use of 'Sir' and 'Kitten', bondage, spanking, oral sex, vaginal and anal fingering, use of a butt plug, light choking, unprotected vaginal sex, hint of dacryphilia. If I missed something else, please let me know.

word count: 3,5k

A/N: Okay, it's been not even 48h since I told someone I don't know if I can ever write again. And here I am now. To be fair, I don't think my brain had much to do with this fic, it was all pure hormones working. Maybe I will regret posting this in a few days. We'll see.

I still hope you enjoy this little piece of filth that I totally didn't see coming until yesterday 😁

An eyebrow raised unamusedly, August looks up from his newspaper to you. 

You are still fiddling with your fingers, your wedding band clicking against your coffee mug relentlessly.

“What is it?” he asks you, and alone the severe tint in his voice manages to rile you up even more than you already were.

“I'm bored.” You pout at him with doe eyes. But August isn't that easy to play. 

“And?” He is staring at you intensely, showing no hint of the joy he actually feels in teasing you like this.

You try to avert your gaze, but August reaches out for you, guiding your chin with a slender finger to look him in the eyes. 

“Can we play a bit, Sir?” you finally ask him, biting your lower lip. August’s look immediately softens. 

“See, wasn’t that difficult to ask, was it, kitten?” He takes your hand and presses a kiss on it.

“Go up, I’ll be joining you in five minutes.”

Excitement floods through you as you open the door to your playroom. August has been busy for days, and you missed having him here with you. You desperately needed him to take you apart, to fuck you until your brain stops working.

First, you have to change into something more to August's taste. Your cotton pajamas might be comfortable, but are nothing that will inspire your husband to do the unspeakable things to you that you want him to.

Going through the dressers, your eyes fall onto the beautiful black leather harness that August has bought you not too long ago. It takes you some time to adjust all the straps and buckles around your neck, your waist and your thighs, but when you are finished, you watch yourself approvingly in the mirror. He is going to love you in this. 

Knowing that you spent most of the time he has given you to prepare with the harness, you kneel on the floor, waiting for your husband to join you.

The door opens not long after, and August lets out a content hum as he circles you, his eyes traveling over your body. With his shoe tipping against your knee, he signals you to open your legs wider, and you obey. A smile forming in the corners of his mouth, he brushes his fingers ever so lightly over your skin. When they reach your nipple, your body reacts, the skin tightening it to a hard bud. 

“Almost perfect.” August moves away from you to open some drawers. You don’t dare to raise your head and look, but it only takes him a few moments until he is back. He crouches down in front of you, and you appreciate his thick thighs getting into your field of view, filling out his slacks so deliciously. 

As he positions the first clamp on your nipple, a moan escapes you. Feeling the second one closing around your skin feels even better and makes you squirm.

August tucks on the chain that connects the clamps. 

“I didn’t give you permission to move, did I, kitten?” 

You swallow. “No, Sir!” 

Another tug on the chain makes you hold your breath for a second. But this time you are able to keep your composure. A deep exhale is all that gives away how much it turns you on to be exposed to August like this. 

“Good little slut! Now move your ass over to the bed for me!”

August’s hand brushes down your jaw and throat in a sweet caress, only to end up pulling a third time on the silver chain that is connected to your swollen nipples.

He holds out his hand for you when you get up from your kneeling position, and when you walk over to the oversized bed, you feel his warm palm on the small of your back. You drop onto your back on the dark satin sheets, spreading your legs. You want him to see how your juices are already dripping down your thighs. And sure enough, August’s icy orbs lock on the pulsing heat between your legs. His tongue shoots out to lick over his upper lip, and he swallows down the saliva that undoubtedly gathers in his mouth.

But the mischievous smirk that forms on his face just seconds later tells you, you won’t get what you desire too soon. His tongue will be used only to torture you with his filthy words. It won’t give you the release that you so desperately crave. Not yet.

“Turn over, kitten!” he orders. But when you don’t move immediately, August crawls onto the bed and with his big hands wrapping around your waist, he manhandles you onto your stomach with ease. 

“Are you being a brat on purpose here, kitten?” His voice is deep and gravely and tells you that he’s barely holding his own composure. You know he is burning to bury his cock inside you. But your husband is even more cruel to his own needs than he is to yours. 

“No, sir!” you breathe your untruthful answer that earns you a hard smack on your exposed ass cheek. Then, August pulls on your hips to move you onto your hands and knees, exposing your ass even more to him.

Kneeling beside you, he bends over, so his mouth is almost brushing over your ear.

“Don’t lie to me, little minx! You want to be punished, don’t you? Your sweet ass is yearning for a good spanking, isn’t it?”

August’s palm rubs over your stinging skin, soothing the sweet ache. His fingers dig into your flesh. 

This time your answer is honest. “Yes, sir, please, punish me!” 

You get a growl for an answer before his hand comes down hard on your other cheek. 

A wince escapes you, even though the sensation of the impact has you clenching your pussy around nothing. You need more, and your husband delivers. Time after time, his hand connects with your ass, leaving red marks on the delicate skin of both your cheeks as he alternates his slaps. 

You have long stopped counting when he finally stops. You breathe heavily into the pillow that your face is buried in. A warm, wide tongue glides over your tortured skin, leaving a trail of wetness behind that cools the heat of August’s imprints on you. 

“Good girl, taking it all so well!” He drops the sweetest and chastest kisses along your spine. After he arrives at the sensitive spot where your ass crack starts, he moves from your side to the end of the bed, kneeling between your spread legs. “That deserves a reward.”

You gasp when his fingers run through the slickness between your folds, rubbing over your throbbing clit and back to your dripping entrance. Then the time of teasing is finally over and August’s mouth closes around you. He sucks and licks on your most sensitive spot, his tongue pressing hard against it in a relentless rhythm. 

Soon, your arms give out, and you sink further into the mattress, your ass held in place by that beautiful face buried in your cunt. All the teasing and August’s little games have made you so incredibly needy that you are already close. You feel that humming warmth building in your core, getting stronger with every stroke of his tongue, with every little suck and nib. 

Then two callused fingers enter your drenched hole and make you cry out in desperation. 

“More, August, please! I need more!” 

August hums appreciatively around your pearl. He just loves to hear you beg for him. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide. His tongue moves more erratically over your clit, as if it’s he himself that needs to come so desperately. Curling his fingers to rub the spot inside you that he knows too well, is what finally pushes you over the edge. You come hard around his fingers, shouting his name, while he gladly laps off all the wetness that you leak.

August keeps on licking, and his fingers still plunge into you as you slowly come down from your high. As your heart rate slows a little, it’s starting to feel like too much. Your clit is throbbing and humming, your walls are pulsing, and your thighs are about to give out, but August doesn’t retreat. You move away from him for a few inches, but August doesn’t comply. His hands are wrapped around your hips in an instant, keeping you in place.

“Uh, uh, uh. We’re not done here, kitten. You can give me another one.”

You wince and try to wriggle free, but August won’t let you leave. At least not until you use your safeword. And truthfully, you are far from using that word at this moment. So you take what August offers you and slowly try to relax as he keeps licking you. With a fingertip, he circles your entrance, gathering all the slick that is still dripping from you, then he moves up to tease your puckered hole. You buck your hips at the sensation, and August grins against your mound.

His breath brushes over your sensitive skin as he speaks: “Oh, you want me here, don’t you?” His finger presses down, almost slipping inside before he goes back to the light teasing circles. 

Not able to form words, you nod, even though you know that won’t be enough for August. The tickling that his tsks against your clit entice have you squirming, and both of you have to bite your lips to keep the laughs falling from your mouths. 

August clears his throat and takes a deep breath to refocus.

“I need you to tell me, kitten. Tell me what you want. What do you need?”

His fingers keep brushing over the sensitive skin around your hole over and over again as he waits for your response. He’s giving you time, knowing he has you already so worked up. 

You gather some strength and voice your needs, and when it finally slips your mouth, there’s nothing left unclear. You surprise yourself even more than August with your crude words. 

“I want you to fuck my ass with your fingers. Work me open until you can put the biggest plug into me that you can find. And then I want you to fuck me. I want you to use me. I want to be the play toy for your pleasure. Take me hard, fill me, and then watch your seed drop out of me.”

“Goddamn, yes!” August throws his head back, then crawls forward. He turns your head and bows down to kiss you. The kiss is hard, needy, demanding. You know it’s his way to show you how much he appreciates that you used your words. 

He moves from the bed and grabs a bottle of lube from one of the drawers. Next, he opens the one that holds your toy collection. He takes out a wide black silicone plug and weighs it in his hand before he drops it back and instead holds up a metal plug with a purple crystal heart. You swallow, knowing that this is, in fact, the biggest plug you own. Then August’s eyes fall onto something else, and another grin spreads over his face. 

When he’s back on the bed, he drops the lube and plug onto the sheets and guides both your arms with his now free hand behind your back. He wraps leather cuffs around your wrists and, after taking care that they are not too tight, he attaches them to the harness you are wearing. 

“You good?” he makes sure that you are still with him and your answer is a clear “Yes!”

Then you hear the telltale sound of lube getting squeezed out of the bottle and the next second, cold, slippery fingers run through your exposed ass crack. 

You moan in anticipation as August takes his time, rubbing his slicked fingers along your entrance, pressing in only for half an inch before retreating again and starting all over. The third time his finger enters you, your patience is running low and you buck against him, fucking yourself deeper on his hand. 

“Eager little slut,” he laughs. But you are lucky, August doesn’t punish you by retreating his hand. Instead, he keeps on going, working you open. You’re relaxed and with his second hand rubbing circles on your clit, it doesn’t take him long until he has three fingers inside you. 

It’s still not enough. You feel empty and you need to be filled. The fact that you are practically naked, your ass and pussy on full display, but your husband is still fully clothed is driving you insane. You want to rip his shirt from him, you want to free his cock so he can finally fuck you, but you’re tied up and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes and focus on the sensations that August gives you. You feel his wet lips dragging kisses along your neck, the warmth of his body engulfing yours and his fingers scissoring inside you. 

August bends over and cups your trembling jaw in his hands, his mouth brushing over your cheek as he whispers:

“Sh, kitten, just a little more patience. We will get there. Just a little more. I know you can do it.” It’s only then that you realize you are whimpering and tears are gathering in the corners of your eyes.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Doing so good.” 

You lose August’s warmth for a moment when he dives for the toy lying next to you but he’s back in a second.

He spreads more lube over you, and then you feel the cold tip of the plug. August doesn’t slide in immediately. He lets you get used to the feel of it, slowly moving it over your sensitive skin. Then, when you’re close to begging another time, he guides the tip to your hole and fills you. It’s wide, wider than you used to. But as August wraps an arm around your waist, keeping you tight, and sucks on that tender spot beneath your ear, you relax, and you feel the toy gliding home. 

“You’re such a good little slut. Now bend over the bench for me.”

You aren’t surprised that he wants you there. It was August's newest addition to your playroom. A wide, black leather bench with soft padding, fitted to your height, so you could bend over it comfortably. He had it positioned right in front of the big mirror because August still loves to see your face when he fucks you hard from behind.

He helps you to get up, knowing you are unsteady, with your hands tied behind your back and your legs weak from all the teasing. You feel the plug pressing inside you deliciously as you move, and the chain running between your tits gives you another sensation as it brushes over your front with every step. Every single nerve end in your body seems to be in high alert by now, and the anticipation that August is going to set them all on fire soon has you squirming.

You reach the bench and the cold leather feels good beneath your hot skin. It’s designed especially for you, so you can rest your shoulders comfortably on it. Your nipples scream as they rub over the surface, enticing a moan from you.

August chuckles. “I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already making the sweetest sounds, kitten.”

You lift your head to see August is right behind you, finally undressing. He is in no hurry, taking all his time to open button after button of his shirt, before he shrugs out of it. Satisfied, you notice that his chest hair is plastered to his skin, he’s sweaty and worked up, too. 

Still, he is way more patient than you are. With a gentle motion, he unbuckles his belt. He opens the button of his trousers and drags down the zipper. His slacks fall to the floor. The boxer briefs he’s wearing can hardly hide what is waiting for you inside it. His cock is straining against the fabric, and finally August has mercy with his underwear and you, and he pushes the waistband down over his thighs. 

The tip is wet and shiny with precum as it slaps against his abs. You let out more needy whimpers. Now that you can see all that you crave, you can’t go another second without him filling you. 

“Please, Sir! I need you inside me.”

August steps close behind you and bends forward. You lock your eyes in the mirror before he comes even closer and presses soft kisses on your mascara-stained cheek. 

“Lucky little kitten, getting all your wishes fulfilled today.”

With this, he slams into you. There was no need for preparation, no need to guide himself. August’s dick slides into you as if he’s home. And he is. 

You gasp as you feel him stretching you open. It feels so good, you could cry. Buried to the hilt inside you, August keeps still for an instant, pressing another kiss on your jaw. 

And then he moves. He pounds into you hard, fast and merciless. 

“You want to be used, little kitten?” he grunts breathlessly. You’re not able to answer. Only moans and whimpers leave your lips. Your look is locked on August’s beautiful face, his eyebrows drawn together, his teeth gritted, an unruly curl falling into his eyes with every thrust. 

One hand is holding you down against the bench, the other one wraps around your neck. He presses his thumb against your chin so you can’t avert your gaze. Not that you would ever turn away from this. There is nothing more beautiful than watching your husband lose himself while he fucks you.

His cock hits you deep with every stroke. You feel him moving over your most sensitive spot over and over. Tension builds inside you, more and more. You’re so close. 

When his grip gets tighter around your neck, you feel your pulse against his thumb, and that’s when you explode. Your orgasm rushes through you, catapulting you into another dimension for a moment. When you turn back into your body, you’re still floating, unable to move or form thoughts. So you just lie there in your bliss, a toy for the man who still pounds into you, searching for his own high. 

Your view gets blurry, and you realize that new tears must be running down your cheeks. A hot mouth joins your tears, a tongue brushing over the wet streaks along your face. Warm, soft lips are pressing kisses on you. 

His thrusts are getting more desperate, his moans loud and unrestraint, just like you love it. With a shudder, he slams into you one more time, a relieved cry leaves his lips, and then you feel how he grows inside you and paints your walls with his hot seed. 

August crushes down over you, his breath panting just like yours. You are both still pulsing where you are connected, and none of you is able to move for a moment. Then August slips out of you and removes the plug. You whimper, feeling empty and sticky, August's seed running down your thighs. But August is there to hold you, pressing kisses all over your skin. His chest presses against your back and he keeps you engulfed in his arms.

After what could have been seconds or minutes or hours, you don’t care, August finally retreats and leaves you shivering over the cold air that brushes over your sweaty skin. But August starts to take care of you immediately. He loosens the cuffs and massages your wrists and arms when they are free again.

He carries you to the bed and wraps a blanket around your shoulders, only lifting it wherever his hands are to open the buckles of your harness. With every move he whispers small words of love into your ear and leaves light kisses on your face and body. 

When you’re completely naked, August moves you a second time. He carries you to the bathroom, and you find yourself enclosed in the warmth of your husband's body and the hot water. You barely notice how August leathers your skin and massages your scalp as he washes your hair. He still holds you close when he wraps a big, soft towel around you and makes you sit. You notice a wide smile is spread over his face as he brushes a comb through your wet strands of hair carefully. 

You grab his face with both of your hands and pull him close for a kiss. It’s soft and gentle and sweet. When you pull back, you mirror his warm gaze.

“Thank you, August!” 

His smile widens.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.” He teases and kisses you another time. “Can we finish breakfast now? I’ve worked up some appetite somehow.”

[kteezy997]

Daddy’s Boy- Part Seven//t.c.

Warning: some angst

It was an extremely filling breakfast at the local diner, and you had a great time with the two boys. A part of you felt giddy, like you were on a date that your son just happened to join. You felt like something was really blossoming between you and Timmy again.

Timmy had forbidden you to pay the breakfast bill, and Theo was playing the claw machine piled high with stuffed animals nearby. You had an idea that had been brewing during the meal.

“So I was just thinking: maybe tonight Theo and I could stay at your place? Or maybe just him, if you want to spend time with him one on one.” you hoped he would say “Oh no, I would love for you to come, too.”

Timmy's eyes widened, and he didn’t immediately agree.

Your heart dropped and you were instantly embarrassed.

“Oh, well I would love to have you both, but I have plans tonight, actually.” he slid his hand into his pocket, retrieving his wallet to pay.

You nodded, feeling almost sick to your stomach, “I see. What plans do you have?” you shook your head, knowing you had overstepped, and maybe assumed too much. “No, it’s none of my business.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just…I’m meeting someone for dinner. A coworker. She, um, asked me to dinner. It’s not that big of a deal.” Timmy tried to brush the whole thing off in front of you.

“She? It’s a date? That’s nice, Timmy.” you weren’t being condescending, but you were masking your true feelings.

He looked at you, shook his head, his curls going wild just for a second, “Not really a date. It’s just dinner.”

“I bet she likes you. Everyone likes you.” And I have fumbled you.

“I hate that stupid game!” Theo grumbled as he came back over to the table.

You cleared your throat, looking at your son, “Hey, we don’t say those words, and you know that.”

“Sorry, Mom. It’s just that I never win anything.” the boy frowned, picking up his little cup of chocolate milk and taking a swig.

“It’s okay, bud, you have plenty of toys at home. And I’ll tell you something that’ll make you feel better.” Timmy said, leaning across the table.

Theo perked up, his eyes glued to his father, “What, what is it?”

“You are gonna come spend the night with me tomorrow night.” he grinned.

“Yeah!" Theo cheered, throwing his arms up in the air like he had won a prize from the claw machine after all, "Sleepover at Daddy’s! Can I bring my Hot Wheels?”

"You can bring whatever you want." Timmy said.

You gave him a look from across the table.

"Within reason." he added.

.............

You were a bit of an emotional wreck for the rest of the day. Timmy went home and you talked Theo into spending the night at your parents' house. You needed a break. You needed time to think.

You needed to talk to someone about your situation with Timmy. You had begun to think that you had let him slip through your fingers, and now you were worried that you would only be Theo's mom in Timmy’s eyes and not a potential partner.

You asked your best friend Lucie to come over and she came through with pizza and her listening, compassionate ears. You had told her everything. She had always liked Timmy; she thought that you were a great match together, and she adored Theo.

"I don't know, Luce, what if he goes out with this other woman and they start dating? My life would be ruined having to see him with someone else.” you put your hand to your head, “And it would be another thing that Theo would have to get used to. Things were going so good. I should have just told him that I wanted to be with him."

"Y/n, you have trauma, not necessarily from Timmy, but from the breakup and not having Theo's father around. Of course, you were skeptical about putting yourself back out there, and you were right to not rush something that you weren't sure about. Especially since you also have Theo’s well-being to consider.”

You sighed, knowing that she was right. "But if it was the right thing, why do I feel like this? It's too late to do anything now."

Lucie frowned, "Who says it's too late? You could leave right now, and stop him from going on that date."

You laughed, "Right now? That's crazy! He could be gone already.

"Let's go, let's go right now!" she said, "We can try to catch him." Lucie grabbed your hand, pulling you, and rushing out of your home. "You are going to tell that man that you love him, and you want to raise Theo together and make more babies." she said, matter-of-factly.

"This is insane!" you yelled, getting into your best friend's car and she sped off into the night. You could feel the adrenaline and exhilaration that the moment was bringing.

…….

You knocked the door of Timmy's apartment, not even certain if he was home. All you had was hope. After a moment, your stomach went sour as there was no answer. You decided to give up, as he was probably out on his date.

You swallowed your pride and realized that it was time to come to terms with your relationship, or lack thereof, with Timmy. This night could be detrimental to your life going forward. He could have a new girlfriend, and everything between you and him would wash away with the changing tide. You decided to walk away.

You were walking away from the door, when suddenly, you heard the turning of a the door knob.

"Y/n?"

You turned around quickly, seeing Timmy standing in the doorway that you had just left. "Timmy." you said, going back over to him, feeling a little dazed because you couldn't believe he was actually there. It wasn't too late!

"Are you okay? Is Theo okay, wh-where is he?" the concern in his eyes made you feel terrible guilt. You had caused him to needlessly worry.

"Oh we're fine! Everything is fine! He's with my parents for the night." you assured him. "I just had to come and see you."

"Y/n, what's going on?" his face softened as he looked at you.

"Timothee, I don't, I don't want you to go on this date tonight, I'm sorry I didn't say anything sooner. And maybe I have no right to say that to you, but-"

"I won't go if you don't want me to." he shook his head, gazing down at you, so tenderly.

You couldn't help but smile a little at what he had said, and for the first time, you felt like your feelings and assumptions were validated. "I love you, Timmy. I've always loved you. I love the man you are and the father you are becoming to our son. I think we... should be together." you felt your throat tighten up with the nerves you were feeling.

He grinned, saying, "I hate that we were ever apart." He took your hand, pulling you close to him.

In an instant, you felt warm and tingly in the best way. You were mush when you were this close to him. You felt at home.

"Come here." He put his forehead to yours, wrapping his arms around you and shutting the door behind you. "I love you too." he kissed your lips softly, then parting to add, "And I love our boy more than anything."

You threw your arms around him as well, and you pressed your lips to his. Your heart and your body were on fire. After a moment, you were making out shamelessly.

Timmy picked you up and took you over to the couch.

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👿👊

👊 - The Eddie Punches Tommy Fic

Titled: "He's Not a Saint (And He's Not What You Think)"

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“Hey, we need to talk,” Eddie said, in lieu of a greeting. 

Buck cast him a sideways glance before focusing on packing up his gear. “What is there to talk about?”

“Well, I kinda punched your boyfriend in the face the other night,” Eddie let out a soft nervous laugh, trying to cut the tension. “And I wanted to tell you what he said to make me do that.”

“Oh he already told me what he said,” Buck huffed. “What else is there to talk about?”

“H- He told you?” Eddie’s brows furrowed, wondering why Buck was upset with him over Tommy calling his kid a slur, Buck slamming the door to one of the engine’s side compartments shut. 

“Look, Eddie, I know you’re having a hard time with Chris right now,” Buck seethed, “but taking it out on Tommy isn’t okay. Especially when he didn’t do anything to deserve it.”

“Didn’t do anything?” Eddie frowned. 

“Yeah,” Buck rolled his eyes. “He told me that he and Sal were just talking about sports- that you came up out of nowhere and punched him. I’ve gotta say, Eddie, I thought you almost killing a guy would be enough to cut you out of this violent streak, but I guess not.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Eddie asked, frustrated confusion beginning to surge through him.

“Just that if you wanna punch someone, join another fight club,” Buck spat. “Don’t use my boyfriend as your personal punching bag. You’re not the only one who misses Chris here, but you don’t see me assaulting people over it.”

“You don’t fucking know what you’re talking about,” Eddie shot back. 

“Oh, no?” Buck scoffed. “Well, I guess we don’t have anything to talk about then. But don’t expect me to come crawling over to coddle you when you’re feeling bad about missing your son again. I’m not trying to get punched here.”

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my son again,” Eddie growled, fighting the urge to pin Buck against the truck. How the fuck could Buck be defending Tommy in this situation? How could he be so thoughtless about Chris? “You don’t get to fucking do that.”

“Buckley! Diaz!” Gerrard’s enraged voice carried across the street. “On the truck. Now.”

Buck said nothing as he spun around and stormed off to climb into the cab. Eddie watched for a moment before Hen walked up to him, glancing from where Buck had climbed into the truck to Eddie with a frown on her face.

“What the hell was that?” she asked.

“Buckley siding with his ‘innocent boyfriend’,” Eddie snapped. “Because apparently I’m the violent attacker in this situation.”

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👿 - The Homophobic!Marisol Fic

Titled: "I Don't Wanna Miss You Like This (Come Back, Be Here)

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“What’s wrong, bud?” Eddie asked, sitting down next to his son, rubbing his hand up and down the teenager’s back.

“I’m just tired,” Chris said softly.

“Okay,” Eddie nodded. “You wanna just go ahead and go to bed? Call it an early night?”

Chris nodded and stood from the couch, slowly making his way towards the hallway, Eddie standing to follow him- usually he would wait for Chris to ask for him to help if he needed it, but Eddie was attuned to his son’s behavior enough to know this was a help-from-dad-night. 

“I hope you sleep well, Christopher,” Marisol told him from where she still sat on the couch.

“Thanks,” Christopher replied, stepping into his room. 

Eddie shut the door behind the two of them as Chris made his way over to his bed, climbing in as he passed off his crutches to Eddie.

“You sure everything’s okay, superman?” Eddie asked. 

“Is Buck mad at me?” Chris’s voice came out small.

“Why would you think that, bud?” Eddie moved to sit next to Chris on the bed, wrapping his arm around him.

“He said he wanted to see pictures from the nature walk,” Chris told him. “I sent him a lot earlier, but he never replied- I saw that he looked at them, but he didn’t say anything. I hope I didn’t do anything to hurt him.”

The tightness in Eddie’s chest twisted at that. Buck avoiding Eddie was bad enough, but Chris? Something had to be going on here.

“I’m sure Buck was probably just busy,” Eddie said. “He will probably reply tomorrow.”

Chris nodded slowly as Eddie ran his hand up and down his back, comfortingly. Eddie pulled him in close for a hug, tucking his chin over top of Chris’s head.

“I love you, kid,” Eddie told him. “More than anything, you know that?”

“I love you too, dad,” Chris returned the hug, Eddie melting into his son’s embrace.

“Now-” Eddie planted a kiss on Chris’s curls before pulling back. “You, my good sir, need to get some shut-eye. Don’t want you falling asleep in class.”

“Goodnight, dad,” Chris said, laying back into bed as Eddie adjusted the comforter over him.

“Goodnight, mijo,” Eddie smiled before planting one more goodnight kiss on his head.

He flipped out the light, taking one more look at his son before shutting the door behind him and returning to the living room.

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Make Me Write!

[lgbtimelords]

a fanfic i'll never write, part 2:

scenes from the future and feelings from the past

Behind knowing everything ends up okay and that one should always be hopeful, there's something else Kara knows wholeheartedly: people always leave, eventually.

People leave like her grandfather did. One day he was telling her how excited he was to see her join the science guild and the next her parents were telling her he would not be making it to the ceremony.

People leave like her parents did. Or maybe she left. Still. Someone leaves. And she ends up alone again. And then came back, again. And leave, again.

Jeremiah left. Cat left. Mon-El left. Winn left. James left. Kenny left. Lucy left. Kal never showed up to begin with. They’re all a small missing piece inside her heart she had to take away so it’d stop hurting, leaving an empty void instead.

She hates the loneliness. Hates it more than darkness and villains and kale on her food. And yet, the feeling of being alone is the one thing that never seems to leave her.

Alex’s and Kelly’s car flies away. Up and away in their happily ever after. It brings tears to her eyes again and it warms her heart, that her sister got it all- everything she wanted, everything she deserves.

It all ends rather suddenly after that. The guests start to leave one by one- Kara doesn’t even know over half of them. Winn leaves, too- something about his wife and daughter and some weird movie franchise. Brainy and Nia leave together, rushed and with a tint of red already covering their cheeks.

“Are you coming with us, auntie Kara?” Esme says, two little arms circling her waist as bright eyes look up at her.

She smiles at the girl, throws a look to Eliza- receiving an understanding nod to her silent question.

“Sorry, bud. I have a thing,” she says, running her fingers through Esme’s hair, “but you’ll have so much fun with grandma.”

And so, Esme and Eliza leave, just for today- she wonders how long it’ll be before it’s permanent.

The waiters take everything down. The tables, the flowers, the chairs. They clean up every glass and every fork. They pick up every dirty napkin and mop spilled drinks from the dancefloor. All while Kara watches from the side, sitting below a tree in the corner of the property- light blue dress already filled with dirt.

“Hey, you,” a soft voice she knows so well calls out, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Lena wastes no time before sitting down beside Kara. Her knees, still cladded in her sinful and gorgeous purple bodysuit, bump against Kara’s playfully. The action brings a small smile to her face. Knowing how much they’ve grown, how they went back to the playful and subtle touches again, the ones Kara had missed so so so much.

And somehow, something in the back of her mind, as she watches Lena’s knee move from side to side, always touching Kara’s when it moves to the left, tells her that Lena has already left, once, but Lena has always been the only one to ever come back.

“I’m tired,” she ends up confessing, even though perhaps they had already used up their emotional conversations quota of the day.

“Then let’s go home,” Lena whispers, care and warmness wrapping around Kara like a soft blanket. “I can make you some hot chocolate.”

“I mean… I’m tired of… everything. Everyone leaving”

Worry takes over Lena’s features. Kara has to look away in case it turns to pity, she doesn’t think she can deal with pity right now. “Alex isn’t gone,” she says, her hand taking Kara’s, “You know this.”

“I know. I know.” A tear rolls down her cheek anyway, “But she’s… Nevermind.”

“Hey, no, tell me,” Lena’s hand pulls, urging Kara to look into her eyes.

“It’s selfish,” she whispers.

“I don’t care,” Lena says back, “I won’t judge.”

“She’s no longer only mine,” she confesses, bites her lip in shame but she doesn’t find confusion in Lena's eyes, she doesn’t laugh at Kara’s words, she doesn’t tell her how selfish and ridiculous she’s being. She smiles sadly and squeezes her hand, asking her to keep going. “She’s no longer only my sister. She’s a wife. And a mom. And I love that, I do. But I’ve lost so much and now Alex can’t be my rock anymore, because if I drown Alex then I drown Kelly and Esme down with me, too. I can’t do that to her.”

“Just because Alex has new people to take care of, care for,” Lena says, “doesn’t mean she’ll stop taking care of you.”

“But I want her to stop taking care of me,” she exclaims, “I’ve held Alex back for so many years, Lena. So many. And I can’t be selfish enough to expect her to be there for me when she’s got so much good in her life now.”

“You are not a burden, Kara.”

“I know I’m not,” she sighs. “I know that if I ask for help, Alex will come running. But I don’t want to do that to her anymore. It’s just… It used to be us against the world. Alex was the first person I ever had since coming here. And I was the first person Alex ever truly confided in. And now that part of her has a new life, I realized… I don’t have anything that’s truly mine, now.”

She throws her head back against the tree. She wishes it could be full strength. Yet knows, full strength will break the tree in half. She plays with the ends of Lena’s fingers, tries to ground herself after letting out so many feelings.

“I understand what you mean by that,” Lena says softly. “I’ve never really had someone that’s truly mine either.”

[hippolotamus]

Hello friends, work has been kicking my ass and I am soooooo behind on tags. I am slowly but surely catching up and looking forward to reading all the things! So, small confession... I've been reworking pieces of come close (let me be home) so some of the snippets might look familiar from before. Hoping the writing beans will soon allow me to make new words. Until then, have this Eddie and Christopher moment before the first ball (all prev snippets here) 😘

“This awful, cursed thing— Argh!” Eddie drops the ends of his bowtie in frustration. It’s not like he even wants to attend this wretched ball tonight. Least of all to placate his mother.

It would be different if he were going as someone who could casually stand in the background, sipping lemonade and observing his surroundings. If only it were that simple. Instead he’s expected to not only be there, but socialize, dance, and interact with potential partners. How is he meant to choose who he’ll spend the rest of his life with – someone to care for his son – based on how well they can perform the quadrille or regurgitate meaningless facts? It’s utter insanity.

“Daddy?” The timid voice reaches out from behind him.

Eddie turns to see Christopher hovering in the doorway, watching intently. The welcome sight is enough for the weight of tonight’s expectations to fall away, finally allowing him to breathe. He goes to his son, picking him up and drinking in the surprised sound.

“What can I do for you, sir?”

Christopher’s nose scrunches in amusement at the endearment before he gets a very serious look on his face. “Can I come with you?”

“I wish,” Eddie huffs out a humorless laugh. “It would make things way more interesting. Although, honestly, I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Why don’t you then?” Christopher blinks owlishly behind his glasses.

Eddie envies his youthful ignorance for not yet understanding the pressures and politics of adulthood. He sighs and rubs his temple with his free hand, trying to think of an explanation that isn’t an outright lie. With everything that’s happened in Christopher’s short life, Eddie always strives to be honest with him.

“Well, because,” he stretches the words out as his brain continues to configure them into an acceptable arrangement. “I– promised your abuela I would go.”

Chris nods thoughtfully, seeming to accept the answer he’s been given. But, of course, he’s always been more perceptive than Eddie gives him credit for.

“Is this because Abuela wants me to have a new mom?” His voice is quieter, the tone colored with hesitation. Eddie wants to somehow pull him closer, to carve a space beneath his ribs to keep him safe.

“Not a new one, exactly. You know that no one could ever replace your mother. This would be someone else to love and take care of you.”

“But I thought that’s why we have Carla,” Chris protests.

Eddie chuckles at his son’s logic and thinks he might be the one person who could match wits with Helena Diaz. “You’re right. She does both of those things. Carla loves and cares about you very much. It’s just… your abuela has some different ideas. She’s a little stuck in the past sometimes.”

“Okay.” Christopher grins brightly, removing any traces of his serious persona. “Then I hope you have fun and find someone nice for us.”

“Me, too, bud. Me, too.”

Eddie’s brought back to reality when his valet announces the carriage is ready. He presses a kiss to Christopher’s temple and gently sets him on the floor. “Be good for Carla?”

“I’m always good for Carla.” Christopher proudly puffs out his chest.

“Of course. How could I forget?” Eddie teases. “I must be remembering a different little boy that got covered in mud while playing and had to be scrubbed clean.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “One time,” he mumbles.

Eddie snorts as he jogs down the staircase, hoping in vain to burn off some of his nervous energy that’s returned. His cloak is nearly arranged when Christopher calls from the upper floor.

“Daddy! Your tie!”

Right. Eddie sighs and makes a final attempt to knot the material together in front of the hall mirror. Miraculously he makes it in one pass this time and turns with a flourish so Christopher can make his assessment.

His son beams down at him with a toothy grin. “Be good for Abuela!”

Eddie responds with an exaggerated bow, drinking in the giggle that floats down. He snaps it up, like something he could keep in his pocket. A protective barrier from whatever he might have to face tonight. With a heavy sense of dread sitting like a stone in his stomach, Eddie waves goodbye and walks outside to the carriage. As he steps up to the plush, velvet, forest green bench, he wishes it felt less like marching to the Tower of London.

“Ready, sir?” His driver asks from the front.

No. “Ready.”

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There’s Three of You?! Pt. 9

FINALLY!!! New chapter’s here. I’m sorry for the delay, hope you enjoy it, and again, thank you for giving this story a shot!

Warnings: foul language, might be some medical inconsistencies.

CHAPTER 9

Will gave me a ride to the hospital today, we spent some hours at Molly’s last night with Jay -I told them about the baby and how I really wanted to strangle the young mother, but they both helped me calm down-, we arrived and checked on our patients, discharged the ones that needed it, and as the day started, we received one of the most complicated cases I’d ever seen.

“Trauma 4. Incoming.” said Maggie, Will and I turned to look, I grabbed my protective glasses and put them on, just like Will did. And just in time.

In came Brett, her partner, Severide and another firefighter holding the chandelier on top of our patient.

“45-year-old male, multiple penetrating injuries to the chest. GCS 12, BP's 90 over palp.” Brett gave us the rundown.

“Did you give him anything for pain?” asked Will

“We've given him 4 morphine and 500 saline.” said Brett’s partner.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Chandelier fell from about 20 feet and landed right on him.” said the Lieutenant.

“How long ago was this?” asked Will.

“Maybe 30 minutes.” answered Severide.

“Did he lose consciousness?” I asked.

“No.” answered Severide again. Now that’s impressive. I got into position, near the other firefighter and close to the patient’s head.”

“All right. Let's get ready to move 'em.” said Will.

“Very gently on my count.” we said at the same time, we looked at each other and nodded. “One, two, three.” we said again and we all lifted, placing the board on the bed.

“Ah!” the poor man moaned in agony.

“All right, can you tell me your name?” asked my brother

“Ru-Russel Ro-Rollins.” answered the patient, very clearly struggling to speak.

“Russel?” asked Connor as he walked up to the patient.

“Connor, oh, thank God. Help me.” said the man on the bed.

“All right, we're going to, bud.” said Connor

“All right, airway's in tact. Get me a set of vitals. Someone draw a gas and get a chest X ray.” ordered my brother.

“You know him?” I asked Connor.

“Since I was a kid. Russel, can you move your fingers and toes?” said Connor.

“I think.” answered Russel with difficulty.

“Where did this happen?” asked Connor.

“At the store.” said a woman’s voice, making Connor turn.

“Claire?” he asked, I turned to look at the woman, then at Connor and then back at the patient.

Not my place to pry in.

“Sat's 90. Heart rate's 124.” said my brother.

“All right, everybody, quiet.” ordered Connor, the room was engulfed in silence, only the monitors were emitting sound. “Russel, take a deep breath for me, huh?” said Connor, having put on his stethoscope and placing it gently on the patient’s left back side.

“I don't hear much on the left side. We're gonna need a chest X-ray. It's not optimal, but we're gonna do it from here.” Connor declared, I started to worry about what might happen if done wrong.

“Am I going to die?” asked Russel

“Hey, Russel, listen to me. No, you are not.” said Connor, I looked at him.

“No, you are gonna be fine, Russel. You're gonna be fine.” said the young woman.

“You have to wait over here.” said April, gently moving her to give us doctors room to work.

The X-ray machine arrived, as well as the coats, I was handed one, as well as everyone else who was close to the patient.

“All right, I'm gonna hold the plate from here. You just shoot as head on as possible, okay?” said Connor.

“Here, Russ. Listen to me. You're doing great, buddy. I just need you to keep as still as possible, please.”

“X-ray. Everyone clear?” said the technician.

“Clear.” we all answered.

The machine makes its distinctive sound, then the sound of the monitors comes back, I’m just waiting to see the result of the X-ray.

“Big hemopneumothorax with some shift. He needs a chest tube.” said my brother, he went to get the tray with the chest tube kit, when Connor pretty much took it from Will’s hands.

“I got it.” said Connor, moving the tray. “Who's the trauma attending on call?” he asked, I saw Will pretty much ripping off his gloves and glasses as he stepped out of the trauma bay, pissed off at being pretty much pushed aside from the case, I stayed behind to help if needed.

I just hope its not…

“Dr. Zanetti.” said April.

God fucking dammit.

“Page her. Tell her we need her down here right now.” ordered Connor.

“Got it.” said April.

“I'm sorry, are you family?” Maggie asked the woman.

“I'm--I'm his employer.” she answered then made a pause. “Claire Rhodes from Dolan Rhodes.” she said then.

“The department store?” asked Maggie

“Yeah.” she answered.

“Dr. Rhodes, is he–” Maggie started, but the woman Claire interrupted her.

“He's my brother.” she said.

That explains why Connor seems to want to avoid his last name… not that I would think of him any differently, he’s one hell of a good doctor.

Just then, my personal nightmare arrived.

“What are we looking at?” Zanetti asked.

“45-year-old male. Impaled glass in his left chest. Arrived hypotensive, but responded to blood and fluids. Left tension pneumo.” answered Connor from where he was finishing with the tube.

“That's a cluster.” she said.

No kidding.

“Oh, God.” I heard Claire say from outside the trauma room. One look from Zanetti and Maggie got moving.

“Ma'am, let me show you where you can wait.” said the head nurse and ushered the distraught woman away.

“Got a chest tube in on the left side.” said Connor.

“Pressure's improved. Base deficit was 8.” I said, just then Zanetti turned to look at me, clearly not expecting that I was even helping with this case.

“We need to get this thing off to see what we're dealing with. What did you sedate him with?” she asked again, turning his attention to Connor.

“Got two of Versed with the chest tube.” said the raven surgeon.

“Which one of you is in charge?” asked Zanetti.

“That's me.” answered Severide.

“I need to remove it without allowing this piece to vibrate in the slightest, so I'm thinking cuts here, here, and here.” she said, signaling the places and parts necessary.

“Yes, ma'am.” the Lieutenant answered.

Then the blonde woman turned to me.

“Hey intern girl, you’re not a surgeon, leave my trauma bay and let us real doctors work.” she said, with that damn self-satisfied smirk and her holier-than-thou attitude I despise so much. Connor’s expression, as well as April’s and Severide’s was one of pure surprise and shock.

“Oh, I’m sorry Your Majesty. First of all, I was one of the primary when the patient arrived, second of all, I’m not an intern, I’m a junior resident now.” As soon as I said that, Zanetti’s expression changed to one of surprise. “Third of all, he’s my patient too. I’m not leaving, deal with it.” I said, she looked like I had just smacked her in the face. I hold my ground.

At some point Reese came in, I didn’t want her to experience Zanetti’s horrible attitude, but there was no escaping that woman’s ego.

“I want a CTA of his chest ASAP. Figure out exactly what's bleeding.” Zanetti said.

“Got to get him on his back before we get him upstairs.” said Connor, getting one of the hand saws to cut the glass.

“Oh, you're gonna use--“ started Reese, but Zanetti cut her off in a very rude way.

“Yes, he is. Can you hold the patient steady please? Thank you.” she said in the worst possible tone.

I was holding the patient’s head, stabilizing his neck.

“Would it kill you, Dr. Zanetti, to be nice? Or is that stick you have so far up your ass that it's your default mood now?” I asked, I then heard a snort come from where Connor was standing, Zanetti looked at me like she wanted to kill me, I didn’t care.

“All right, hang in there, Russ.” said Connor, having regained his composture, turning the saw on and effectively cutting the glass.

“All right, we're gonna flip him over onto his back gently on my count. One, two, three.” Zanetti said, we all moved to reposition Russel.

“Okay.” Connor and I said at the same time.

“All right, let's start to package him up. Newbie, start a femoral line.” said the blonde surgeon. I had moved from my position at the head of the bed to be closer to the exit, but I ended right beside Reese.

Reese got the kit, but started to take too long in Zanetti’s eyes, before she could intervene in the worst way possible, I took charge.

“I got this Reese, Maggie support his neck for me please. Connor, you need any help?” I asked him, he looked at me, I moved my eyes towards Reese and then back at what I was doing, and it was enough for him to take the hint.

“I do, actually. Reese, get over here and help me splint the glass to keep it still.” he said, Reese moved over to him, they got to work. “One wrong move on the way, and he could have a massive hemorrhage.” Connor added as an afterthought, I wanted to slap him, rich guy or not.

I was finishing the line when Zanetti spoke again.

“Maggie?”

“Yep.” asked the head nurse.

“Call the blood bank. Tell them I want five more blood, five plasma, and six platelets typed and crossed.” ordered the blonde surgeon.

“Yes, ma'am.” said Maggie.

“All right, are we ready?” just as Zanetti asked, I covered the line, signaling I was done. And just like that, they rolled the patient out of the ED.

I took off my gloves and glasses, and nodded to Reese to follow me. We made it to an empty room and we both got inside. As soon as I closed the door, I turned to look at the other girl.

“Reese, you good?” I asked her.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“That would be Dr. Zanetti. The trauma surgery attending. A woman who believes that, because she’s a surgeon, she’s better than us 'mere mortals': the ED docs, interns, med students, residents, etc.” I explained, she looked down.

“She’s awful.” said Reese, I snorted.

“Yeah, she is. Don’t let her get you down. You’re talented and a very good student. You’ll make a great doctor one day.” I told her honestly, she looked up and I smiled at her. “Come one, let’s get back to work.” I said, she nodded, then placed her hand on top of mine over her shoulder.

“Thanks Dr. Halstead. I needed that.” she said, I let out the Halstead Chuckle®.

“It’s always a pleasure working with you Reese. If you ever need help with anything, I’m here for you, okay?” I asked her, she nodded, “Oh, and before I forget.” I added, Resse turned to look at me. “Call me Lilly, Dr. Halstead actually gets confusing when there’s two of us.” I say to her with a smile, and just like that, we went back to the ED.

Done! Again, I’m sorry for the delay and I’ll try to post next chapter later today.

Thanks for giving my story a go, love you all!

[readerhead]

Hits different

summary: it has never been so difficult getting over a guy

pairing: Matt x reader

warnings: some angst? idk, maybe if you have abandonment issues can be a little triggering (let me know if you think I should add any)

word count: 1.2k

a/n: okay, I'm really excited because it's my birthday! I wanted to gave you a gift because of that (I don't care that they should the other way around, I'm a giver <3). Now that I'm of legal age in Thailand, I want to communicate you: ANOTHER ONE BASED ON A TAYLOR SONG. Sorry, it's just midnights always makes me think of Matt. It's my first time writing "angst" so I hope you have an enjoyable time reading this :)

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The reflection on the dirty mirror of Josie's was judging you. You were a complete mess, from your hair to your makeup. The long hours taming your hair, quickly went to the trash. All frizzy and disheveled now. The burgundy lipstick, blurred. The mascara, smudged and dry under your eyes. Your dry throat made you gulp and the acid on your taste buds reminded you of how you were throwing up in a stranger's shoes moments ago. A stranger you briefly made out with. Not that you really wanted, but your friends told you you needed this. Finally, you finished washing your hands of your vomit and decided it was time to call it a night. Why was everything feeling so wrong?

Someone called a cab for you. Was it one of your friends? Josie? Perhaps the stranger? Once inside you started weeping, trying to not make any sound. The driver gave you a sad look from the rearview, as if your emotions were contagious.

You remember clearly why your stomach had that reaction. While kissing that guy, you started wondering if he was also kissing others. Did he like another? Was that the reason he disappeared? Was he in love with another? Did he even think of you? The image of him kissing a random woman, being there for her, loving her was what made your insides turn around, leaving a disgusting gift near the bar's door.

“If he’s the one, you’ll know” your friend started comforting you when you started shedding tears at the song that played on the radio on your first date which was blasting through the speakers.

“But he treated me so well. I love him. I’m so in love with Matt that it hurts.” you didn’t remember how you started talking about him, but you also didn’t remember talking about anything else.

“What hurts?”

“My heart. It’s like a little rodent is gnawing it bit by bit, after being sanded down with sandpaper and then burning every piece in the sun. And the worst is that I can't do anything to stop it.”

“Come on, girl. Love’s just a lie. A trick from companies, lawyers and the government to take your money.” another friend tried to cheer you up.

“You’re literally gonna get married in two months.” she shut up knowing you were right. “I wanted him to move in, even gave him a key, and he ran away.” you took another sip from your drink. “He was so perfect. Like out-of-a-Jane-Austen’s-book perfect.”

“He wouldn't be so perfect if he let you go.” you were quiet, thinking. “You know what you should do?” You look at her hopefully. “You should flirt with other guys, maybe kiss a few and if one of them’s lucky enough bring him home. That always made you get over any guy before.”

“Exactly. You used to switch from boy to boy like they were toys. Always saying you needed space or ghosting them. That the freedom felt like a beach breeze.” you were so disgusted. Matt wasn’t a fleeting random guy, he was the man that made you want to settle down. “Always shunning commitment.”

A couple weeks had passed. You woke up from dreaming of him. This time you blamed it on the movie you watched last night. ‘This ending is more realistic, otherwise he had left her’ this was what you said to the screen with your mouth full of popcorn when the love interest died. You found one of his blue shirts in your closet. Damn, you loved how those fit him. You took it and when the scent of him started invading your nose, your eyes started watering like a reflex, without your permission. That morning, every time you closed your eyes you remembered something about him.

“Do you think I can do it?” with his head in your thighs, you were massaging his hair while insecurities about your work were eating you alive. The feeling of his locks and his relaxed face were the only thing easing up your stress.

“Of course you can. You are the most capable person I’ve ever known.”

“But do you believe in me?”

“The faith I have in you could make the big guy up there jealous.” the outside of his eyes wrinkled. The reason? Easy, the sweetest smile you have contemplated in your life. All your self doubting was gone at those words accompanied by that view.

That’s the memory that popped up to your head when you passed the couch in your living room. The next one happened when you were waiting for the coffee to finish.

“That can’t be true! It’s not fair.” the wooden spoon pointing at Matt.

“Yet it is.”

“Bullshit.” he laughed.

“I doubt Columbia taught me wrong.”

“Maybe your professor lied to you.”

“And he took all the time to learn braille so he could change what was written in my books?”

“Maybe. There are a lot of creepy crazy people out there.”

“Could you just stop arguing and give me a kiss?” he said, grabbing the wrist that was still threatening him, getting you the closer he could.

“Only if you agree with me.”

“I agree that it ain’t fair.”

“It works for me.” you gripped his shirt, sealing the conversation with a kiss.

Before him you would have argued that injustice was inherent to human kind, however he made you believe in the good, in people, in this world.

You looked at your phone, killing time scrolling to social media. You saw a post of your friends, they went to a bar last night and you didn’t blame them for not inviting you after the little show you put up on the last night you went out.

Taking your mug you sat in the stool nearest to your fridge, the one that gave you a better view of your hall. Perhaps he would show up. At least that's what you told yourself every morning when you had breakfast sitting there, boring your eyes in the door as if it was going to make him materialize.

People usually talk about opportunities as trains and you were more than willing to take it, but you were waiting in a disused station waiting for one that never came again. You were exhausted from all these metaphors in your life, reminding you how you lost him. You had enough with literal events. It wasn't easy seeing him in the news a couple days before when his firm won a big case against some big fish called Fisk.

You were so immersed in your thoughts that you almost didn't hear it. What was that sound by your door? You didn't want to get hopeful, it could be just your neighbor. Was that a dingling in your lock? The only one with your house keys was… It couldn't be him, could it? Were you still dreaming? The expectation had you holding your breath and, when the door finally opened, you didn’t know how to feel.

“I know you probably just want to kick me out,” did you? You had daydreamed hours and days about this, how would it be like the next time you see each other, if he would be the one reaching out for you, if he would really want you back. “you have every right to do it, but at least I think you deserve an explanation. Then, if you want me to leave, I’ll understand.”

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a/n: am I a bad person for leaving an open ending?Maybe? Anyways, the song is 'Hits different' by the genius Taylor Swift. I know it's in the title but I put it here in case someone doesn't know it :)

[dozing-marshmallow]

Mind if I request a continuation of your Chris McLean x reader angst? Where Chris ends up reaching out becuase he does genuinely want them back in his life but they decline, not wanting to get hurt by him again?

Apologises I took a while to answer this!! I hope you like it nonetheless, enjoy! <3

CHRIS MCLEAN ANGST (PART 2)

You had forgotten about Chris.

Until a Summer day when you needed to go grocery shopping on one of the streets you used to go with Chris all the time.

Like his prominent being would be there on a busy Saturday now.

Would it be wrong to try relive the memory with someone else?

Yes... Yes it would.

“(Y/N)!”

Huh? Someone here knew your name?

You turn around to see the caller and gasp.

The very man in his dark-turquoise shirt and stubble.

Looking right at you.

“Chris?” What was he doing here?

“Sure is! How you been?” he smacks a hand on your back, then looks around the ageing shops, much more vibrant when you were younger,“We...used to come here a lot, didn’t we?”

“Yeah... We did.” you block out your brain’s motive to flash a teen memory montage.

Clearly Chris hadn’t,“Yeah! Back when I wasn’t as popular and as famous. I wonder if I was always destined to be as cool as I am today. Must be nice living without the paparazzi constantly trying to get shots of you living ordinary, right?” who the hell starts a conversation like that? Oh, you wanted to move on, but he wouldn’t let you,“Hey, where are you going?”

“Sorry...” you turn back around meaninglessly,“This...meeting wasn’t on my mind when I came here. I have errands to do.”

“Aw, seriously? You can’t leave them for a day to spend some time with your childhood bud?” he walked towards you, trying persuasion with his perfect smile.

...Why does he care? Did he intend to find you here?... He couldn’t even get the timing of your friendship right,“We met in middle school.”

His unchanged eyes slide around his sclerae,“Whatever, same difference. But I do miss our glory days! When we didn’t have a care in the world and we did things together all the time!”

This was very illogical,“I don’t understand... I texted you almost everyday and you never replied to me, but you had no problem updating your story.”

“Uh, maybe because I was busy and I updated it to show my contacts not to expect an answer from me anytime soon? Seriously, ya gotta learn to pick up on these things, (Y/N).” If he was gonna say that, he could have at least put the phone he was holding away to make it more believable,“But you know, seeing you here made me reminisce about the good times we had and how with my new luxurious lifestyle, I barely had time to fit you in it! If you really have to go though, I’ll just text it and post, okaaay?”

“You’re...gonna text me?” That liver of hope...with that alone, you forgot everything. To ask why he was even there in the first place, the acceptance of your rusty ties with him. Just that you...had something bright today,“Okay... Sure, I’ll reply to you as soon as possible.”

You got home and spent the next few hours at your desk, getting on with some studying and allowing your brain to soak in the promises of the interaction you had. Could it be that he missed you? Was thinking about you? Would always have chosen you out of the dozens of women he talked to everyday?

This could mean really great things, you know! This had to mean something. Maybe he’s staying in your life for good now!

Your phone pings. They always said that phones were a bad distraction, and looking back on it, you should’ve listened.

“You know I had to scroll to get to your number”

“We really haven’t talked a lot have we!”

You didn’t answer in hast. You didn’t want to show him how this desperation chained you.

“Yeah we haven’t”- we being he. That doesn’t matter. Chris was online and was talking to you. Your best friend from middle school was talking to you. This was a blessing!

You had yourselves a good catch up conversation. Well you say good when most of it was very one sided, your chat overflowing with more messages from him in neglect.

Though, your enthusiasm is zapped back up when he sends this:

“Sooo I looked at my schedule and found the only day I’m free is Monday. You wanna meet at Tim Hortons and just talk about life stuff?”

Tim Hortons... He remembered that as well? And Monday?... You used to always go out on that specific day. Was that intentional?

Was there a reason why he didn’t bother asking you how your life’s been then? Because he wanted to save it for when you two were person to person?

This is it... This was happening! He wanted you back in his life!

But why does your stomach feel so upset?

Maybe because it’s when and where he wanted to go the most.

Oh, right...

Your smile is erased.

Everything falls back for him at the end.

And maybe your organs had caught you, before you got reattached to this man.

They never change. He’s only talking to you because none of his celebrity friends can.

And once they do, he’ll forget about you all over again.

Exactly. It’s about time you stop crying over something that’ll never happen again.

You type, every letter cutting the tip of your finger like a thorn.

“We don’t need to. I think we should just be the way we were before. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice having you talk to me again and being friends with you. Congrats on all the success!”

After that, a whirl of messages from his end bombarded your phone. You take a glimpse of some of the words, “kidding”, “why”, “problem”, “jealous”.

Wow, his temper was launched into space quick. He was like a bird, getting all the useless stuff, but too full for the real goods.

I get it. You’re angry. No one’s ever said no to you. Everything has always been about you.

You put aside your phone satisfied, unresponsive. It felt good to finally have that closure.

Not tonight.

[irondad-defensesquad]

I'll send an SOS to the world

Also posted on AO3!

This takes place in Iron Man 3.

TRIGGER WARNINGS - presumed dead, mentioned character death, and grief/mourning.

P/ROSHIP DNI.

--

The TV is on but he doesn’t pay a lot of attention. He’s tired from work and is just relieved to be home, even if for a while. He’s sort of spacing out while drinking his coffee, when he hears a tiny sniff that brings him back to reality – or more specifically, to his nephew with tears in his little eyes.

“Pete? Hey, buddy, what’s wrong?” Ben asks, immediately leaving his chair and the coffee.

The boy sobs. “H-He’s gone…”

“Who?”

“I-Iron Man! They destroyed his house!”

Peter starts crying louder. While May comforts him, Ben goes to the living room, finally seeing what’s on TV. That huge mansion in Malibu that Peter always loved… was gone. There was nothing left there. So much of it sank in the ocean.

They had heard that Tony Stark was challenging the Mandarin, but the atrocity of this destruction, and the effect it has on Ben’s nephew…

May hands him Peter, who wants his comfort more than anything. Ben hugs him close, as Peter avoids looking at the television. Eventually the man switches channels so they don’t have to keep seeing that tragedy. Of course, that doesn’t calm Peter down completely.

Ben, unfortunately, has to go back to work. He knows Peter will be with May, but he’s worried about the kid. He’s crying as though he lost someone close to him. Tony Stark was his hero, after all. Peter had so much merch, he wanted to grow up to be just like him… there was always a spark in his eyes, a sense of comfort. Now imagine having that stripped away from you.

Late at night, Peter is in bed. May is still awake. She says Peter cried all day and stayed alone in his room. It was a struggle to get him to eat at all. Knowing Peter, Ben is pretty sure he’s still awake. His guesses are correct when the soft lamp in the kid’s room is lit.

The older man knocks on it gently, smiling at Peter.

“Hey, bud. You alright?”

He can’t actually see Peter’s face, but he knows he’s listening.

Ben sighs quietly, sitting on the corner of the bed. He can half see the teary face. Peter is probably drained of tears at this point. It breaks Ben’s heart seeing him this miserable. He hasn’t seen him like this since…

He wishes he could say something to make the little guy feel better. He knows he can’t. And Ben hates that so much.

Hugging his Iron Man blanket, Peter finally speaks, his voice small, maybe hoarse.

“Uncle Ben?”

“Yeah, Pete?”

“D-Do you think… he’s really gone?”

Ben hesitates. He doesn’t want to lie to Peter, but he doesn’t want to worsen his grief. Peter has already lost so much at such a young age, to lose his hero on top of it all…

“Look, Peter… I’ll be frank with you, I’m not very sure,” he answers.

He thinks about it a bit more, carefully. He realizes something.

“... But honestly, he’s a lot smarter than everyone thinks.”

The boy turns to him, hopeful. What Ben would do for those little eyes…

“He made it out of Afghanistan, right? When everyone else gave up on him, he surprised us. That guy is incredibly resourceful. He survived so many things. Remember the wormhole, Pete? He survived that, too. I’m not saying he’s invincible… but that man, Tony Stark, he’s a genius. He’ll do his best to come back and do the right thing.”

That spark inside Peter finally returns. “You think so, Uncle Ben?”

“Of course, kiddo. You believe in him, so I believe in him, too.”

The boy smiles for the first time today. It’s still broken and scared, after seeing so much destruction, but he hugs Ben tightly. The latter pats his back, grinning as well.

“Alright, bud, you should get some rest. You call me if you need, okay?” Ben says once he lets go.

“Okay.”

“Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yes, Uncle Ben.”

“Alright.” Ben kisses his forehead. “Good night, Petey.”

“‘Night, Uncle Ben. I love you.”

“Love you too, champ.”

He tucks Peter in and turns off the lamp, eventually closing the door. Ben realizes he’s feeling more relieved now. He also hopes Tony Stark makes it out alive. He’s a good man and he makes Peter happy, so who’s Ben to be against that?

--

When everything is silent enough, Peter turns on the desk lamp. Then he grabs a pencil and some pieces of paper.

Peter has always written letters to Iron Man. His first ones were sent, but he never got a reply. He knows that Iron Man is famous and probably receives millions of letters, so Peter wasn’t too bummed out about it.

He still writes letters, but they become more personal, so he will never send these.

Still, it’s nice to think his hero reads them, somehow.

Dear Mr. Stark,

I saw what happened in Malibu and I got so scared! I’m really sorry you lost your home. I was so sad and afraid you were gone, but Uncle Ben told me you’re gonna find a way out of this. You always know what to do, Mr. Stark! You’re a genius! I know you’ll come back somehow and defeat the bad guys. I’m rooting for you!!

Sincerely,

Peter Parker

Once he’s done, he feels… lighter. Peter grabs a small letter envelope and stores the letter inside, so no one else reads it.

His smile fades a little seeing the poster on his wall.

It’s not just Iron Man, the armor, it’s the man inside it.

Yeah, he’s not invincible.

Peter hopes things will be okay.

Finally, he goes back to bed.

He dreams that Mr. Stark returns home and somehow Peter’s last letter did get sent to him… AND Mr. Stark replies!

Of course, that’s just a dream. An amazing one, of course.

But it would never happen. Why would Tony Stark notice Peter Parker?

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1156: Nightly Christmas Shopping Around Southtown (King of Fighters)

6:45 p.m. at Southtown's Stanfield Mall: Clothes Store........

Rock: So that's what a onesie looks like, huh?

Shingo: (Happily Shows Off a Blue Colored Cat Onesie He's Currently Wearing in Front of the Dressing Room) Yep! Comes with various different sets and colors: cows, horses, elephants, lions, King of Dinosaurs, you name it and they're probably selling a few of them elsewhere. I'm thinking of getting another cat one for Leona-san for Christmas this year so we can match. Different colors though, I'm hoping Teal colors are still in stock.....

Rock: (Nodded in Agreement) Yeah, I can see her wearing something like that on her off days. You two would look more like a cuter pair than you are already.

Shingo: More like cuter trio. We can't forgive about Heather in the equation. Check it! (Presents Rock Another Onesie, Kitten Size)

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) They actually cat sized onesies too?

Shingo: I know, crazy right? I just found out about it after I left the house. It's looks so adorable~ (Presents Rock a Wolf Onesie in his Other Hand) I even got you cool wolf one if you ever wanna join in on the club.

Rock: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll.....give it some thought later, bud.

Few Minutes Later at the Candy/ Sweets Shop

Rock: (Picks Up a Tall Looking Candy Cane From Out of a Barrel) How about we give the girls this candy cane? It's nothing too special, but I have no doubt she'll enjoy it regardless.

Shingo: (Nodded in Agreement) Sounds good. (Shows Rock Four Chocolate Bars in his Hands) We could also give them these Willy Wonka's Chocolate Bars as a bonus, but we're gonna have a find a really clever hiding spot for all of them.

Rock: ('Sigh') That's easier said than done really. Kula has a nose of a bloodhound.

Shingo: ('Sigh') So does Naomi.......You think Terry still have that Mini Fridge of his?

Rock: Probably? I'll have to ask him tomorrow. But for now, let's try and hide them somewhere neither of their noses can find.

Shingo: Right.

Few Minutes Later at a Sunglasses Store

Rock: (Sighs While Looking for the Coolest Looking Sunglasses They Have in One Selection) I swear, of all the things he could want for Christmas this year, why does it have to be pair of sunglasses? (Turns to Shingo) Doesn't he already have enough of them back home or something?

Shingo: (Shrugs) Probably. Even then, that won't stop him from getting more.

Rock: (Forms a Bit of a Teasing Smirk at Shingo) Sounds like a certain someone else I know with notebooks.

Shingo: (Starts Pouting at Rock) Hey, at least I use my notebooks for strategic and research purposes. K' has a million sunglasses under his belt and I have YET to see him wear anything different than the one he's wearing now!

Rock: True, but you can't deny some similarities you guys have from each other

Shingo: ('Scoffs') Oh please. (Crosses his Arms Together While Turning Away) I'm way more mature and proactive than that mopey, lazy bones wishes he would be!.....(Slowly Turns Back to Rock) D-Don't tell him I said any of that, okay?

Rock: Help me bake a few treats for the party in a few days and I'll pretend this conversation even happen. (Put his Hand Out)

Shingo: (Gives Rock an Agreement Handshake) Deal.

Few Minutes Later at the Pet Shop Store

Rock: (Looks Down at Some of the Items He Got inside the Basket He's Carrying) Okay. I got one two marten plushies for Itokatsu to play with, a star-shaped chew toy for Antoine and a mini Terry costume for Ukee to wear.

Shingo: You know, I always keep forgetting you guys used to have monkey for a pet.

Rock: Yeah, it has been a while since we last saw him, but I heard from Uncle Andy that he's been doing great in hus and Aunt Mai's place as of late. Speaking of which.....(Pulls Out a List From his Coat Pocket) After we leave here, we gotta head to the Besuty Shop to get a hair spray for Aunt Mai, a Swan Soap for Mary, and a Sakura Flower hairpin for....(Clears his Throat a Bit While Blushing) Hotaru.....

Shingo: (Chuckles Lightly) D'awww~ You're buying your girlfriend a Christmas gift already?~

Rock: (Sighs While Rolling his Eyes) Don't start. She told me was going to get me something days ago, so I figured I would try and return a flavor. I just hope there's still some more left in stock. Heard they ran out quicker this time of year.

Shingo: Then we'll just have to get it before anyone else does. Im sure sure it won't be that hard to do, right?

An Hour and a Half Later at the Beauty Shop

'Door Opens'

Rock and Shingo jumps out of the store in an exhausted state.

Rock: (Starts Panting Along with Shingo) Thank.....GOD.....we got out of there......

Shingo: Right!? It was like.....a freaking WARZONE in there!.....

Rock: And those perfumes.....Who idea was it spray them all over the place!?

Shingo: I dunno, man.....But those ladies in there.....REALLY weren't holding any punches at all.....

Rock: They didn't. (Pulls Something Out From Inside. Bag) But at least we got what we were looking this whole time- Ah dammit! I got the wrong flower!

Shingo: (Takes a Look at the Rose Shaped Hairpin Rock's Holding) Well, you can never go wrong with anything rose related.

Rock: ('Sighs Heavily') I guess....At least it's better than coming out here empty handed. I'm never going back in there for as long as I live.

Shingo: Neither will I. (Notices a Bench Sitting Right in Front of Them) Wanna go sit down for a bit? I'm too exhausted to walk now....

Rock: (Gets Himself Up From the Ground Before Helping Shingo Up Afterwards) Sure. We could use a bench break right now.

The duo makes their way to the bench and sit themselves down, exhaling plenty amount of relief from out of their systems.

Shingo: Don't know about you, Rock, but I think I might be done with Christmas shopping for now

Rock: The list is near completion, so we'll get more done in a day or two. Maybe have K' and Kula tag along next time around.

Shingo: I'm down with that motion. It'll give me more time to think about something special I wanna give you this year.

Rock: (Turns to Shingo) You don't have to go out of your way to do that for me, even if it is for the holidays.

Shingo: (Turns to Rock) I know, but you're the first new friend I've ever made since I've moved here. So I wanna show just how much I appericate you and our friendship so far, you know?

Rock: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness) I appericate you too, man. Our friendship alone is more than enough of a Christmas gift for me to have going forward.

Shingo: (Heart Starts Melting in Happiness as Well)

Rock: (Shrugs) Buuuut if you still insist on getting me something regardless, then I won't stop you. Just don't get me something too expensive, yeah?

Shingo: (Starts Smirking a Bit) Give me a hug and I'll get you cheapest looking jacket known to men.

Rock: (Chuckles Lightly) Sounds good to me! (Gives Shingo His Much Need Hug) Thank you.

Shingo: (Hugs Rock Back) No problem. Happy Holidays, Rock Howard Bogard.

Rock: You too, Shingo Yabuki. You too.

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[martinys-world]

The Girl (2)

so chapter 2 is out. please let me know what you think in comments. the drawing took the longest. also because the movie is new at the time of typing this. I was stuggling with doing all of this by mermory --love you all

“SLIVER! Wake up dog.”

I launch forward. Breathing heavily. Feeling my surroundings soft floor. Car windows in front of me. I am on earth I am in reeks car, in the Back seat. 

“You look like you were going to mess someone up.” 

Now I am differently on earth.

“Hey reek.” 

I slowly climbed out of the backseat of his car. There was no way I was going back to sleep any time soon. 

“Are you fighting that monster again.” 

“Yea something like that.”

Monster was the excuse I used to when I toss and turn. No one ask anything more. I  pulled out my two bags. They were basically my lifelines. A mini purse backpack I put around my waist. While the black and green on was on my back. I got to do a lot today.

“Thanks for letting me crash in the back seat.”

I was shaking my head getting the bed rest hair gone. 

“No problem. You help me more than I can ask for it’s the least I can do.”

“Either way thanks and call me if you need me.”

“Hey before you run off will you be okay.  I have seen you toss and turn in your sleep and beating up those “monsters” before, But not like this.”

“I mean it one of those dreams where it seems like a memory but it’s not.”

“what’s the memory?”

“I don’t know, it wasn’t being clear.”

My watch began beeping. 

“I’m going to be late. I got to go.”

“Hey, be careful and No more disappearing without a word.”

“I’ll try, can’t promise.”

Someone holding a bag of apples when one apple began falling to the ground. I put my knee out and let it bounce back. In the bag. Putting the ear buds in my ear so I can dim the world around me. I pulled random granola bar out my purse. I need something in my stomach, Or I will be the monster in real life. This will have to do. Substation was my fast possible route to get to where I am needed.  The subway gets me a moment to write in my journal. I always wrote in something, ever since I little I would wright anything that was worth remembering. That not the first time I dream about something like that. but this is the first time interacting with the environment. 

These dreams play out like a movie. I was always on the side just watching everything unfold. like people do in a theater. most of the dreams that I do remember are fragments. I had one were two lover’s kisses. I had one where a farther is knocking down his daughter. There are too many that I remember. my mine can't remember the last time a thing like this happens. This is diffidently first time some being has died. 

Why did he say midnight. Who midnight I am sliver and no one else. After sitting in a spot that was safe as you could be. I open my big bag and pull out a notebook the said ‘I need space’ and it had a galaxy in space background. It a sketch book but I write and draw in it. a ton of people have called it many names. Reek called it a journal before. I had many people call it my dairy. Buster jokingly said before it my evil planner. Yea right buster. I can't hurt a fly even If I wanted to. In a way It’s a journal of me. my life, people I meet, my dreams. I hope this journal shows that I was not perfect. I am human just like everyone else. 

After going to a blank page. I was sketching the whole dream; the face of the ape was first thing that came to mind.  The sequence was mushy, but I did my best on all the important parts. 

Above the guy that won the battle.  I wrote scrouge in big sharp letter. Underneath him. I wrote bad guy with a question mark.  Because to everyone can be a bad guy to a family like scourge could be bad to just this ape and his family. Then have no fire with me. I have a feeling that not the case. it a possibility can't full rule out the. ‘Proven until guilty’ what the cops say.  Above the ape I wrote Apeling. Leader of the maximal.

Why did I write that and why did that feel right. Who are the maximal? Confusion filled my brain with how I know any of this. Let alone where did these works come from?

“You will know soon.” A whisper came from my left.  there was no one there when I turn my head. the seat was completely empty and there was no one behind me that could be close enough to say it. 

“Next stop Broadway Ave. “

Closing the book and grabbing my bags. I slip past people.my body has a flow. I slip pass people without touching them knowing I was there. anyone would use it to their advantage when its places like this.    At these times it almost completely true and I used it. I have gotten to the top of the stairway without any issue. 

“I don’t want to, but I need too.” I spotted the clinic with its massive red plus sign. Speedy across the sidewalk to reach it without any difficulties walk over. I pull out a 10 I had in my pocket and put it in buster cup. 

“Hey sliver.” 

“Hey buster. Keep both of stomachs full.”

“You know I feed him before I feed myself.” 

 Buster was a homeless guy with a lot mental and physical problems. He is ex-military soldier, who lost his arm in battle. With the battle on top of that he has severe PTSD. Then there Altan a small brown and white boxer, that found his way in buster arms.  Altan means second chance. Buster even admitted feeling like he gotten a second chance, ever since he meant the boxer. 

“That is loyalty, at its finest”

I open the door. where there was no line, making me not delay any longer. 

“Here for sliver.”

 The lady behind desk. Look at her Monitor. 

“Ahh yes for your shots right.”

“Yea” I said grimly. 

“It will be over before you know it.” She said with an empathetic smile and pointed to the waiting room.  

No one hates them like me. me and needles have a VERY bad history. Before I can go down memory lane. I spot an eleven-year-old by his self. Seem like Noah was trying to speed up the waiting process again. 

“Hey tails”

“Hey sliver, you getting your shots done?” 

“Yea, you know me and needles. Did you finish that level with bowser?”

No, I gotten him down like 5 percent. One attack away from wining. Then I died.”

“Oh man. You were almost there. You were one hit away?”

“Yea.”

“how about this, I help you beat him tonight?”

“It sounds like fun.” 

“Okay I have nothing planned after this, so I can follow you home.”

“My brother has an interview.”

“I can still follow and keep you company. An interview takes about an hour.” 

“SLIVER.” Said a nurse in blue.

“Looks like my que. Hey, can you watch greenie I have a feeling you would be here a bit.” Only grabbing my purse and my journal that still in my hand.

“Sure.”

“Be back tails.”

Nothing special happen. They ask the classic questions. Took my measurements, and weight. Am I don’t any drugs. Am I smoke so on so forth. 

When I was left in the room, I wrote in my journal my weight and height. I still average size, but I grew an inch. Now, I am 5’5. I went to the page with the monkey and robot. I know I need to add more. Like that ball or sphere in my dream and they shape of that key. Just trying to do whatever to distract myself.  Form mine understand this “scourge” is linked to this “Unicron” in some way.  I am guessing, that this Unicron eats planets to fill their hunger. These Maximals are keeping this key away. I drew just a diamond because the closest I can draw it because it went with that second ape.  I barely saw him for a minute.

Okay main thing to take away from this dream so far. key from Unicron. This Scrouge and Terrorcons do whatever Unicron says.  These Maximals are this guardian of this key. That would make him more powerful. They swore to play keep away.

This is all to my understanding. Many questions are going through my head. what is this key. where did the rest of the Maximals go. what more is out there? who is this ‘midnight’? the biggest question that I have was, why me? I just a nobody that just run and knows a lot of random facts. 

I just kept sketching I just let my hand wonder.

 A doctor in white coat came in. my right sleeve was already rose up for her. So, I can get this over.  my legs were crossed, so this book was in some what a stable condition.

“that’s a nice wolf you are drawing there.”  

A black wolf was under the word midnight. Was that midnight?  My gut was saying yes but didn’t want to trust it on something as a drawing. I can't seem to find a reason to disagree. 

“Thank you.”  I said trying to be polite. Now realizing she was cleaning up.  

This wolf was nothing like me. I am a human from my planet earth. I am walking on two feet not four. I have hair, not fur. There so much that different between the two of us. could the ape confuse my kindness for her, or Mr. Apelinq could have been having a life flash before his eye’s moment. 

I HATE not knowing. I also know that I am not getting an answer.  While I was going down this worm hole of possibilities or theories. The appointment was over before I know it. Prefect timing to as I was walking out sonic, and tails were about to start there’s. 

“I got it tails, go.” 

I traded places with him. I pull out the last cholate chip cookie I had in the green bag. Staring monkey with graphite eyes. Like he could talk back.

“How can I solve this mystery?

Tag: @apexprime.

[tainted-by-skeletons]

Reader X Sans X Grillby (Part 3)

NSFW Warning

“Why are you two talking about me like I'm not here?” Grillby interrupted.

“Eheh. Sorry.” I apologized.

“You're being weird today Grillbz.” Sans butt in. “What are you trying to do?”

“What do you mean? I'm just having fun tonight.”

“Nah. I don't believe you. Are you trying to get in bed with us?”

Grillby's expression gave everything away. Still, he tried his best to keep his secrets.

“Now why would I do that? I wouldn't risk ruining your friendship. That would be terribly awkward. Wouldn't it?”

I shrugged as Grillby slid us two tall red drinks. I personally didn't think it was weird to have a drunk fling with a friend. If feelings got involved then it would be weird.

“I can't believe you. We're not your toys ya know.”

“Not yet.” I said before I took a sip of the drink.

“Ugggh. You're way too horny.”

“Heheh. I can't help it. I'm a man. Hey, that reminds me. Do you gotta dick?”

Sans spit out his drink and Grillby started literally roaring with laughter. I laughed along with him but I didn't stop the pressure on Sans. I stared at him until he answered me.

“You don't need to know. So I don't need to tell you.”

“So like… it doesn't matter if I grope you because I don't know if you have genitals.”

“That is not how it works!”

“So if I take your clothes off, it's okay if I see you naked. Because I'm under the reasonable assumption you have nothing you need to hide.” Grillby joined in.

“No! You're not stripping me!”

I didn't know how far I could push the subject. Sans wasn't threatening to leave but I didn't think he would threaten to. I was pretty sure he'd just go.

“Yeah. I don't wanna see that anyway. It probably looks weird as hell.” So I tried a different strategy.

“Dude. That wasn't cool.” Sans said.

Just as I planned, my comment infuriated Grillby. He slammed a hand on the table and leaned in towards me.

“What gives you the right to comment on someone else? Are you directing attention away from yourself?”

“What?!”

Sans snickered. That didn't go as planned at all. I was hoping Grillby would start defending Sans’ honor by complimenting him and gushing over him. But instead my four inch was at risk of exposure.

“If you want a dick to be seen I have an idea to accomplish that. Why don't we take a look at your body then? Since you seem so excited to use it tonight.”

“Woah! Hey! T-th-there’s no need for that!”

“Heh. Know what? I think I'll let this slide. Since you seem like you deserve it.” Sans said as he sat back in his chair and took a sip of his drink.

“What?! Hey! What happened to you u not wanting to do that! I-I’m not gonna strip for you guys!”

“You're gonna have to, little boy. Or I might hurt you when I burn off your clothes.” Grillby threatened.

“Aah! Nooo! You monsters are crazy!”

“Heh. Humans. You guys are such pussies. It's just a little fire magic.”

One thing I've learned about monsters is that they get seriously hurt a lot and they don't seem to mind it. Assault and serious injuries aren't really a big deal to them. It's just part of their culture. It keeps them strong.

Grillby put out his hands and made a groping motion as he came around the bar and started moving towards me. Sans was laughing his ass off as I backed away from Grillby. My body started shaking very obviously. It seemed to entertain the two.

“Poor little boy. You really don't want us to see your dick. Do you? Hmhm~ Is it that small?”

Sans attempted to say something but he couldn't get anything out through his laughter.

“Grillby please! You don't have to do this!”

“Ohhhh don't you want me to? I thought you were trying to get in our pants. It's only fair you sacrifice yourself to us first.”

“Noo! Why do you have to say it like that?!”

“Aw come on bud." Sans said. "You're not scared of us. Are you? Come on. What am I gonna do? Throw a bone at you?”

“You're not the one I'm scared of! I'm still one man against two and one of them is made of fi-*gasp!* H-how!?”

Something on my lower back tingled and before I could figure out what it was, my pants were pulled down to my ankles. But nobody was behind me.

“Awww. I was right. Poor thing~” Grillby cooed in a demeaning tone. “You know what? I should stop bullying you. Hmhm~ You're unfortunate enough. You already got what you deserve.”

By that I'm sure he meant I was so obviously small just looking at my underwear there was no need to remove them.

“Heheh. Your face is so red." Sans laughed. "I didn't know humans did that too. Cute.”

“Hey! Don't call me cute!”

“Oh it's much too late for that.” Grillby said as he slid next to me and grabbed my crotch.

“Eeaaa!”

Grillby, a tall man especially compared to me, leaned down next to my face. Still groping me, he whispered in my ear.

“Y/N. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so mean about your size. I'm sure once you're erect you’ll be quite delicious- ah. I mean, impressive.”

“A-aahh~ wha… mmnnn~”

My flacid friend was quickly gearing up to show Grillby it's full size. But that also meant that Sans would see too. I didn't mind that idea before I was put on display in such a humiliating way. I tried hard to mask my expression and noises but I hadn't been touched like that in so long. I didn't want to see how Sans was looking at me, but eventually I couldn't take not knowing. I didn't hear him laughing so maybe he wasn't. But seeing him look disgusted would be even worse. I opened one eye and looked up at Sans sitting on the barstool. When he caught me looking at him… Sans smirked and looked me up and down in a way that made me get even harder. I didn't think he was capable of making such a sexy expression.

What's getting him horny now?! Is he a sadist?! Oh God. This was a huge mistake. A sadist and a monster is a very terrifying mix!

[my-names-kris]

Chosen, Taken

A FGODSwap One-Shot about Blue's reaction to Fate taking Faith from his universe.

Blue had never wanted to join Ink and Error's conflict. It was so much, their constant back and forth, Error trying to convince someone who couldn't be convinced.

It's not like he wasn't ok with Error's arguing, was okay with Ink's behavior, it's just...

He wanted to just have some peace. Talk with Fresh about who knows what, watch his chosen live out his peaceful life.

His chosen, one very similar to himself.

The Sans was happy and cheerful, believing in who he believed in without a doubt. Of course he would choose somebody like that, someone with as strong a belief in others as himself.

He knew that the way he picked him out was different from the others. All of the other three deities, Error, Dream, and Nightmare, had either approached Ink or Fate to create their own god.

Blue did not do that. Blue knew if he had approached either Ink or Fate, they would have messed up his life one way or another.

Ink had made Destiny stuck in a constant cycle with Fate. Fate had made Karma's path a harsh and unforgiving one. Hope was lucky to come out unscathed, but only because Fate favored him.

But still, his chosen's life was ruined.

Because Fate could not live her life without taking another god for herself.

"Why would she do that to him?" Blue exclaims, facing Ink.

The liquified deity only makes out a shrug in response.

"I don't see any problem with it." He responds. "It's not like she's harming him or anything, yeah?"

"She's harming him enough by taking him out of his universe!" Blue exclaims. "Now she's using him for her own benefit! He's going to get hurt, Ink!"

Ink rolls his eye. "C'mon Blue, bud, buddy, it's not that big of a deal. How do you not know that Fate just wanted another friend?"

"Because..." He groans, shaking his scarf's arms. "Because she isn't like that! Why would she pick him out of anybody else in the multiverse!?"

Ink shifts into a thoughtful pose. "Hmm... Dunno! Luck, I guess?"

"Do you even know why I chose him?" Blue exclaims, furious.

Ink still thinks. Or doesn't, nobody knows what goes on in his mind. "Uh... For funsies?"

"No! I chose him, because unlike all the other chosen, I wanted him to live a normal life! How can you not understand that?!" Blue snaps, angrily thrashing his scarf around.

"Blue, please..." He wraps his gooey arm around Blue's semblance of a neck. "It's more interesting this way, isn't it? Don't you think so?"

The other jerks away from Ink's grasp. "No! It isn't! Why would you think that!?"

"Blue-"

"No." He interrupts. "I'm going to see Error. Maybe he was right. Maybe I do need to get involved after all."

"Huh." Ink says to himself as Blue disappears. "Wonder what's up with him?"

• ⭐ • ☄️ • ⭐ •

Error usually spent his time watching over his chosen, Destiny, talking with his partner, Nightmare, or trying to convince him and Fresh to join his side.

Right now, he was doing the first.

Silently watching, with a hard ">:(" on his face.

Him choosing the form of a text box didn't really give him many options for expressing emotions, but it was pretty clear how he felt watching her.

Upset.

"Error?" Blue starts, tapping him on his "shoulder". "I need to talk... It's important."

The deity turns to face him, text box buffering before displaying and letting out a noise. "What about?"

"I- It's something you've been trying to convince me about for a while..." Blue sighs. "I'm sorry I didn't listen before."

Error jolts up in shock, and places his cursor on the center of Blue's scarf. "The balance? You're finally going to help?"

Blue places on of the "arms" of his scarf on top of Error's cursor. "Y- Yeah. I kind of regret not helping before. There's something that could've been avoided if I had joined sooner."

Error buffers yet again.

"It's your chosen, isn't it? Fate finally got him?" He eventually responds.

"Spot on... Heh..." Blue laughs softly.

Error moves his cursor over to Blue's head, and pats it. He always seemed like the older one out of the two, despite them appearing at the same time. Right now, he's grateful for that.

He really needs an older presence right now, and Ink wasn't cutting it.

Speaking of...

Error speaks. "Did you try talking to Ink? Something tells me you did before coming to me."

"Spot on, again..." Blue sighs.

The other moves his cursor so it appears as if he's crossing his arms. Well, arm. He only has one string connecting that arrow to his body.

"Of course he'd be of no help... Even now, when it's something less serious and major than what I'm approaching him with!" He exclaims.

"B- But-" Blue stutters.

It is serious...

Error notices his dismay, and takes it seriously, unlike another deity. "Oh, I uh," He buffers. "I mean in comparison. Apologies, Blue. I know how much this means to you."

Blue lets out another sigh. "Thank you, Error."

"No problem. Anyways, will you help me?" Error requests. "We really need you on our side right now. Just karma and destiny isn't doing it."

Blue reaches out his scarf's arm. Error meets it with his cursor. "I think you need some faith on your side."

[vampkitty66]

New Manga Alert!

-Kimi O Wasureru Koi Ga Shitai-

May contain spoilers!!

These are my opinions

So I started a new manga the other day, its brand new, only one chapter so far and boy do I have some things to say.

So I'm going to give a rundown of the entire chapter. Shino (the FL) and Seno (the ML) used to date back in highschool, super in love blah blah, and then Shino(FL) finds out he's moving. (Keep in mind she finds out from someone else) Anyways so he's all like lets break up and so they do. Now we are transported to the future where Shino is in university now in Tokyo! I forgot to mention that Seno(ML) plays the guitar and shit and because of that Shino I guess developed a love for music more. Shino goes to a music club at this university and guess who she sees, smacking lips with a girl.... the janitor.. no of course not, Its Seno. (Jeez i'm sorry, I think i'm a comedian or something, bear with me here) So obviously seeing your ex is awkward, especially when they're swapping salvia with some chick you don't know. After this interaction they end up sitting with the other club members and are kinda introducing eachother. Seno literally tells the other club members that he barely knows Shino at all, they just went to the same school before. At this point, Seno was getting on my goddamn nerves. Also he just acts like hot shit too and its freaking annoying. Shino just kinda goes along with this, and as the night goes on, a club member tells Shino they should go grab a drink and seeing this, Seno comes to her rescue. Wow, thanks a lot you pompous ass... you can tell that I love this ML lmao. But no in all actuality it was a good thing, but instead of redeeming himself, he just goes ahead and made me dislike him even more. He literally insults her by saying

"no wonder guys target you when you're being all friendly like that"

😐

Like yeah okay bud

At least at this point the FL knows better and is able to stand up for herself, telling him to fuck off pretty much. Does Seno leave her alone? Hmmm no instead he flirts with her and confuses the hell outta her. And to end this cake with a cherry on top, he proceeds to ask her if she wants to start over and if they want to head to his place or a hotel. I mean my jaw dropped when I first read that. I will say im liking this FL though, she knows her worth and isn't afraid to say stuff to him. I'm really hoping it stays that way. Forgot to mention that she rejects him but then he kisses her and that's the end of the chapter! Yeah so the ML isn't my favourite to say the least, but I have read and watched many things and there is a thing called development but at this point I just find him so not attractive. Words and actions speak volumes here and i'm so over reading toxic relationships (I still read them though... that's a me issue)

I like the exes getting back together trope, i think it can be wonderful and cute if done right but so far I'm very iffy about this but I will continue to read it. Really hoping for some great character development with Seno and I really hope that the FL doesn't cave to his disgusting behaviour.

Are you going to read this one? Or pass?