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honk4shelbi · 4 months ago

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🙂❤️ Charpim Fic Inspired by my followers !

I call this one.... Burger hot chocolate hands .. .

" Alright, here we are. You sure you don't want me to drop you off closer to your apartment ? " Mr. Boss parks his Ford F150 outside the local Salty's; its concerning this place is still opened after the murder case. Almost as concerning as knowing the Boss has a Ford F150.

Thank god he does though-- or Charlie wouldn't of been able to make it to work today, not during this weather.

" Uh, yea its fine. I'm like, five minutes from here." Charlie steps down from the truck, showing care to grab the assisting handle tightly. The roads, the side walks, the EVERYTHING was covered in a thin sheet of ice. One wrong step and he could eat shit on the pavement. " I haven't been able to get groceries; I'm starving. "

" Alrighty then. Sleep in tomorrow; I think the roads are suppose to be even WORSE so I'm closing up shop. Even I don't want to drive my baby on that. Isn't that right baby girl ? " The Boss proceeds to coddle the dashboard of his truck. Weird.

" Uh-- okaaaay.... Cya man. " " Bye Bye Charlie, Be safe ! "

Charlie couldn't wait to feast on one of his burgers. As he walked home, he scarfed one down entirely. What ? The weather does this to him-- its like.. hibernation or something like that. That's why he bought THREE of them.

After a long, precarious tread to his apartment, Charlie wasted no time curling up on his couch, wrapping himself in his Mr. Frog in Space throw blanket.

Siigghhh.... " Finally I can be warm again; I can't do this cold shit-- "

Suddenly, it goes dark.

" No. Fucking. Way. " The power was out. Of coarse this shitty ass apartment complex couldn't handle one winter storm. " God damnit. " Charlie, given no choice, gives up on watching T.V and instead crawls onto his mattress. There's nothing else to do without power-- he might as well sleep it off and finish the rest of his cold burgers.

The power will surely come on eventually...

Come several hours of shivering in bed, Charlie gives up. " Fuck-- will Pim even be awake at 1 am ? " He reaches over at his phone, which was dangerously only at 12 percent of battery. Have to make this count.

Come on Pim.. I'm counting on you.. He dials Pim's number.

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" Charlie you should of called me way sooner ! You're freezing ! I can't believe you thought you could sleep with no heat ALL night-- " Pim had to drive slow. VERY slow. His car was nice, but it wasn't meant for this ice. Thankfully, no one else is on the road so he can really pace himself.

" Yea yea yea. " Charlie breathes a fog of warm air into his hands, before holding them up to the heat vents. ".. Thanks Pim. "

Pim nods, " Of coarse. But I don't feel comfortable doing this again tomorrow-- you'll just have to just stay with me until the roads thaw. But I don't mind ! It'll be fun ! We can watch movies, and drink hot chocolate ! "

Charlie's cheeks start to warm up-- both a blessing and a curse in this situation. He just realized how utterly fucked he'd be without Pim right now... it's kind of embarrassing. Almost as embarrassing as how much he was looking forward to spending time with Pim. Damn him and his stupid crush-- " Pim, If you make me hot chocolate I'll be one happy critter . "

" Anything to see you smile." " What ? " " NOTHING. " Pim's cheeks glow red and he remains far more silent the rest of the ride. Looks like Charlie wasn't the only one looking forward to this..

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Not so surprisingly, Pim's place still had power. Charlie always felt self conscious when he visited Pim's apartment-- Pim is just... so much more put together. His apartment actually WASN'T a piece of shit. But Charlie didn't get to think about that long before Pim started speaking;

" Let me start the hot chocolate-- just make yourself warm. "

Charlie sunk into the couch; just happy to be warm. Then he used a nearby outlet to start charging his phone. As he waited, his mind began to wonder. Was he sleeping on the couch? Of coarse he would.. why wouldn't he ? It would be weird if they slept in Pim's bed together. . . . . .

" Here Charlie ! " " AHH ! "

The smaller critter gasps. " Oh god-- sorry I didn't mean to scare you ! " Pim ditches the mug of cocoa on the table and hops onto the couch; He scoots even closer, so he can pat Charlie's back. He's aware of Charlie's heart problems, so he was genuinely concerned. " I just got excited." He grabs Charlies hand tightly.

Catching his breath, Charlie squeezes the hand, enjoying the warmth of the other. A bit TOO much. " It's fine-- i was just distracted. "

" About what, Charlie, are you alright ? " " Yea I said it's f-- "

Eye contact. They both just realized how close they were sitting to each other. That time they kissed at Salty's replays in both their heads. It's almost as if they both were considering kissing each other in that moment but--

The lights go out.

" Oh no.... "

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Both tired and defeated, they get ready for bed. " Sorry about this Charlie-- Last year this didn't happen.. guess it really is bad out there. " He says as he turns the living room lamp off so Charlie can sleep more soundly on the couch.

" It's not your fault Pim, don't apologise. I just fucking hate it-- I ain't built for the cold like this. " In fact, his breath was already creating a small fog. He shivers. " Still better inculcated then my place though. "

Pim walks over towards his room, but lingers a moment, not quick to leave. He twirls the point to his sleeping cap. " Well.. Goodnight Charlie.... "

" Night bud. "

... ... ...

" Pim ? " " Yea Charlie ? " " Do you want me to sleep in bed w- "

" YES ! " Thank GOD he asked-- he wanted it SO badly he couldn't stand it. Pim fantasized about sleeping with Charlie ever since he got the call-- hell.. ever since they kissed he's thought about it.

Charlie bites his lip and hesitates; Just enough to build up the nerve to get up and hurry over to Pim. He lifts the smaller critter into his arms and carries him to bed.

They both giggle and immediately lock their bodies together for warmth under the blankets.

" Thanks for answering the phone, dude. " Pim grins and leans in closely. " Call me more often. " He coos before kissing his friend passionately.

They both had wanted this for so long.

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ssuperficialspacecadett · 2 years ago

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Crutches and Crushes

Chapter Three of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Four

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4.9K

TW: Unhealthy relationship and mentions of cocaine

Chapter Overview: You run into Frankie while you are out shopping.

Notes: Hey everyone ! I love that I'm still going to say no set posting schedule even though I have been consistent in my posting schedule. I just don't want to give a day and then miss it and blah blah blah. ANYWAY I'm absolutely beside myself that people wanted to be on the tag list for this series (i could cry) so thank you to the people that are investing time into this just like me (: my asks are always open if you want to chat about this series in particular or literally anything else !! happy reading <3

*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*

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With a whole week of work at Brass Knuckles now officially under your belt, your dad wanted to celebrate. He called you and asked if you would come and eat lunch with him on Sunday afternoon. You knew that this meant you would be the one selected to go pick up and pay for lunch at some restaurant, but it was the fact that he remembered in the first place. Your dad was the kind of man that remembered globally recognized celebratory events: Christmas, Valentine’s Day, and Thanksgiving. However, he struggled a bit with remembering ones that hit closer to home: your birthday, his own wedding anniversary, and any school function you had. You knew that he never did this with any malice or bad intentions, that wasn’t in his nature, but that didn’t ever numb the pain when it inevitably happened.

“Did you really have to get me a salad?”

You already knew that he was going to ask this. “Yes, I did.”

“Well could you have at least ordered me one that is topped with fried chicken and not this skinless bitch chicken.”

“Fried meats are one of the main foods that you have to avoid because of your diabetes,” You narrow your eyes at him. “So eat your ‘bitch chicken’ and be happy.”

“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry, Sweet Pea. Thank you for bringing the food and for putting up with me.”

“Of course, dad, but speaking of putting up with you…how has your physical therapy been going with Miss. Maggie?”

“I have my good days and my bad days. I actually managed to hold myself up on the uhh…what’s that thing called again? The one that has those horizontal poles on either side of me?”

“The parallel bars?”

“Yeah!” He snaps his fingers together. “I managed to hold myself up on the parallel bars, but I used all my strength focusing on not falling over which meant that I didn’t have much left in me when it came time to try taking a step.”

“I’m still really proud of you! Doing everything that you’re doing isn’t easy. All that anyone can ask is that you take it day by day and to try your best.”

“When did you grow up and get so smart?” His voice sounds airy.

“When you blinked.”

“Is that so? Okay, smarty pants, what’s the first thing that I’m going to do when I can walk on my own again?”

You lean back in your seat and ponder his question. It wouldn’t have anything to do with playing cards, since he has that poker tournament every Sunday evening. It wouldn’t be going on a date, although you suspect he might have a little thing for Miss. Maggie. As you rack your brain for the answer a car fires up its engine in the retirement home parking lot. Got it.

“The first thing that you’re going to do when you can walk on your own is go to a car show. Then after you’re done, you’ll probably go get the greasiest burger you can get your hands on just to spite me.”

“Fuckin’ hell. You got me all figured out.”

“How about this? We go to the car show together, but skip the burgers.”

“Or we go to the car show together, skip the burgers, and get a basket of fries instead?”

You know when you're in the middle of a losing argument. A frustrated sigh comes from you as you nod your head at his counter-proposal.

“Deal, dad.”

***

You should have known this was a bad idea. You should have turned your car around the moment you saw how packed the parking lot was. Days like today were the reason why online shopping and curbside delivery were invented. Unfortunately for you, you had no better way to spend the afternoon of your day off than braving the hectic crowds of IKEA. Your desperate need for items inside the store outweighed your hesitation to go inside. You have only just grabbed a basket when your phone starts ringing.

“Thank fucking god you called, Robbie. I just got into IKEA and I need someone to talk to so I don’t get completely overwhelmed here.”

You spend the next 45 minutes wandering in and out of different furniture sections while filling Robbie in about your new job and friends. You tell her about Benny and how he has become your closest friend so far down here. She audibly gags when you mention Brunson and how he acted when you first met him. Although you reassure her that Benny stepped in and shut him down, she still has a few choice words that you hope the family standing next to you can’t hear through the phone.

By the time you finally bring up Will, Pope, and Frankie your basket is quite full. You found all the kitchenware you needed: pots and pans, cups, plates, bowls, utensils, etc. Then for your room you got a nightstand, a dresser drawer, a lamp, decorative throw pillows, and a full length mirror to hang on your closet door. You wrote down the item numbers for some of the items that are too big to cart around, kitchen table and chairs and a couch, so you could order them on a later date.

“So, Santiago is Pope, Will is Ironhead, Frankie is Catfish, and Benny is…just Benny?”

“It’s weird, I know.” You laugh. “They’re all really sweet, but Frankie is by far the most attractive one in the group.”

“What did I fucking say?! I knew that you would have better luck finding a boyfriend in Florida than back home!”

“He’s not my boyfriend! I just think he’s cute, damn!”

“Tell me about him! I need a good mental image.”

“He’s a few inches taller than me, maybe 5’11? His hair curls at the end and is this beautiful brown which matches his eyes. Broad, and I mean broad, shoulders.” Robbie squeals on the other end of the phone. “Big nose and probably 10-15 years older than me?”

“I told you that you like ‘em older.”

You playfully roll your eyes at her comment as you walk into the section of the store that carries the bed frames.

“But I think you would really like Will. He’s tall, ruggedly handsome, has a sexy southern accent, and seems really smart.”

She’s quiet on the other end of the phone while you explain more about him to her. You love Robbie, but the men that she has dated in the past couldn’t match her on any level. She needed a partner that could challenge her intellectually and push her out of her comfort zone. Will is the kind of man that could do that for her.

“Basically, what I’m trying to tell you is that you should date men that are actually men.”

“Well, it looks like I’ll have some homework to do when I come down next month for spring break.”

“Just give him a chance, that’s all I’m asking. Hey, I should probably go. I’ve already been here way longer than I intended and if I keep talking to you there's no telling when I’ll finish.”

The two of you make plans to talk later and you hang up the phone. Now to find a bed frame and get the fuck out of here. You survey the room to see if anything catches your eye and something does. The only issue is that it's not a piece of furniture. Familiar curls peek out from underneath a black cap. He’s facing away from you which allows you to read the lettering on the back of his shirt.

B.K.B.G Sponsor of the Month

Tire Town Auto Body Repair Shop

When you first met Frankie, Benny had accidentally cut it short. You have been embarrassingly hung up on the fact that you didn’t get to talk to him the way you had with the other two men that evening. Now the universe has allowed you a second chance by placing him just a few feet away. You find yourself stuck in between feeling excitement and apprehension to approach him. Would he think you were weird if you came up and talked to him? Would he see you as Benny’s little receptionist and nothing more? These questions and countless more plague your mind as your feet guide you over to him.

“Uhh…Frankie?”

He turns around and looks down at you with those enchanting eyes. The wrinkles that form around them when he smiles softly at you echo the photo you saw of him. The front of his shirt has ‘B.K.B.G Friday Fight Night’ written in a large font across his chest.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

You shily gesture to your very full basket. “Turns out that one of the many consequences of moving quickly is having to buy all new furniture because you didn’t have time to bring the stuff you already owned.”

“Oh God, I’m sorry,” he chuckles and scratches the nape of his neck. “That was a stupid question.”

“No, no it wasn’t! At least I have a job now so I can pay for it all.”

“How is that going by the way? You just finished your first week, right?”

You try to convince yourself that him remembering how long you had already been working at Brass Knuckles for wasn’t a big deal. He had come into the gym on Monday and since today is Sunday, a logical person could conclude that you had completed your first week. Try as you might, you couldn’t stop the balloon-like swelling you felt in your heart.

“I did! It was pretty good, honestly. I feel like I’ve got the hang of everything I’m in charge of. Speaking of Brass Knuckles, I like your shirt.”

He looks down at the shirt he probably didn’t think twice about throwing on this morning.

“You don’t have one of the fight night shirts yet? I think this is the one my job sponsored.” You laugh as he tries to look over his shoulder to read the back of the shirt.

“No, I haven’t been to the fights yet. You work at Tire Town Auto Body Shop?”

“For the time being.” His eyes drift away while he says. You can tell that there is more to the story than he is letting on.

“Well it’s comforting to know that you work there,” His gaze falls back on you. “I have the worst luck with cars so it’s only a matter of time before I’ll need to find a shop.”

“I hope nothing goes wrong with your car, but if it does, just bring it over to me and I’ll take care of everything for you. Wait, wait…did you say that you haven’t been to the fights?”

“In my defense I have only known about them for a week! Benny is the only one I know there, but he is either preparing the fighters or organizing the event as a whole. I would feel out of place if I went by myself.”

“Well now you know me and Will and Pope. Come with us.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he rests his hand on the edge of your cart. “It’s actually a pretty fun time. I would love it if you went with me- me and the guys.” You watch his fingers pick anxiously at a piece of tape on the end of one of your boxes.

“Sounds like a plan to me, Frankie.”

Upon hearing you agree to go with him the corners of his lips curl into a smile. It’s so infectious that you find yourself beaming in the middle of the bustling store as well. His shyness makes you yearn to know what makes him tick. Makes you want to know how to coax that coveted smile out of him. Because maybe doing that will help you smile more as well.

It looks like he is opening his mouth to say something when he’s cut off by the blaring of his ringtone. He easily takes the device out of his pocket, but falters when he sees the name that's displayed on the screen. His once relaxed demeanor has now been replaced by something tense and foreign to you.

“I’ve uhh I’ve gotta take this. I’m so sorry.” He hits the answer button and places the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“No worries,” You whisper to him. “I’m sure I’ll see you later.”

You watch as he nods and starts to walk deeper into the store. Before he gets out of your ear shot you hear him say the name ‘Rochelle’. Leave it to you to be into a man that already has another woman first in line.

***

“Why do we always have to come to this dump? They don’t have any good drinks and the music sucks.”

Frankie sits across from Rochelle at a random table in The Barrel. He knew better than to let her sit at the guy's designated table. He didn’t want her to corrode them the way she had done with him.

“Why do you want to get back together, Rochelle? We never made each other happy. Our whole relationship was a coked out blur.”

“But you liked it.” She places her hand on his. It was cold and wet since she had been using it to hold her beer bottle.

“I’m not the same man I was before, Rochelle. I can’t do shit like that anymore. I don’t want to do shit like that anymore.” He forces himself to look her in the eyes. “You know what it cost me.”

She meets his plea with a scoff and brings her drink to her overlined lips. She never seemed interested in conversations where she wasn’t leading or the center of attention.

“You were fun. I was fun. We were fun. So what if we needed a little bump every now and then to get there?” Her fingers curl tighter around his hand. “I miss you, Frankie.”

He missed having someone ride shotgun. He missed having someone there when he needed to vent about the shitty day that he had at work. He missed having a warm body to sleep next to at night. He missed having someone to care for. He just didn’t know if he missed her. She gave him a distraction when he needed it in the past, but could she give him the support he needs now? The support he would inevitably need in the future?

“The only way I would consider revisiting ‘us’ is if it's just us. No more coke.”

He can see the annoyance in her eyes as he lays out his boundaries on the table. She slowly retracts her hand from his and coils it back around her glass.

“Fine.” Her tone is flat.

“I’m not kidding. I want a fresh start. If we are going to try again I want to do it right.”

“Then let's start with that woman’s voice I heard on the other end of your phone today. Who was that?”

“Are you serio- I ran into Benny’s new hire while I was out shopping for stuff for my place. She’s new to the area and doesn’t have a lot of friends here yet. It was just a friendly conversation, Rochelle.”

"Well,” Her voice is syrupy sweet. “You don’t need to be her friend because you’re already mine.”

He really wanted to believe her when she said that. He really wanted to believe that she cared for him enough to change and grow as a person. He really wanted to ignore the sound of the water calling his name the longer he sat with her.

***

By Wednesday, you felt completely at ease working in the gym. You recognized and chatted with regulars, became quite the sales woman for both memberships and Friday tickets, and were able to kick the washing machine into submission without Benny’s help. Your desk was also coming along nicely too. You had posted notes in your favorite color, a photo you and Robbie took together in a photobooth shoved into the top right corner of your computer, multi colored pens, and even a small filing basket so you could better organize your paperwork. Your new found confidence in the job gave you the push you needed to officially pitch the idea of gym wide air fresheners to Benny.

“I don’t want this place smellin’ like a fruity little spa.”

“You do know that they make dozens, if not hundreds, of different kinds of scents right?”

“People come here to workout, not pretend that they are on a tropical vacation.”

“People can’t workout if the smell suffocates them.” You retort.

“It’s not even that bad!”

“You’ve gone nose blind, Benny! Please know that I say this out of the kindness of my heart, but it is fucking rancid in here.”

“Now you’re just bein’ mean.”

“Listen, what if I buy some, only the most manly smelling ones of course, and let you test them out? It’s a win-win because you won’t have to charge them on the company card and if you hate them I can just return them all.”

“Alright, but you promise that I will get the final say?”

“You’re the boss, Benny. Oh, what should we eat today?”

The two of you have been eating lunch together during the week. There is a good window of time right after the gym’s lunch rush and before the after work rush. You even made sure to block off at least an hour in Benny’s schedule around that time so he could have a much needed break.

“Have you tried that burger place up the street? Goddamn, they’re so good.”

“Burgers it is then. Text me your order so I know what to get you.”

What? Just because your dad has to be on a strict diet doesn’t mean that you have to be on one.

***

Benny had wheeled his rolly chair all the way from his back office and crammed it behind your desk. Both of you sit snugly with your feast of burgers and fries littered in front of you. The silence is only broken up by the occasional ‘can you pass the ketchup?’ or ‘are there extra napkins in the bag?’. When you have eaten half of your burger you decide to set it down and bring up what’s been on your mind. You know you can’t just come out and ask it so you opt to bring it up gradually.

“I saw Frankie the other day while I was out and he suggested I come to the fights this Friday.”

“I’ve been askin’ you to come since you got here!” His mouth is still full from the last bite he took.

“Gross, Benny!” You swat him in the shoulder. “I know you have been asking, but you’re busy helping organize things! You’re the only one I know here.”

You can’t tell if he chooses to keep his mouth shut because you’re right or because you just reprimanded him.

“Frankie said I could go with him and the other guys. Plus I have no social life and it's starting to feel like the walls of my apartment are closing in on me.”

“Regardless of who convinced you to go, I’m happy you’re comin’! You’re gonna have a blast! Fish and the guys throw down pretty hard at these things too so you’ll be in good company.”

“Yeah I think I will be too.” You have to shove a fry in your mouth to hide the smile you can feel making its way across your lips. Only once you have finished chewing, you don’t want to be a hypocrite, do you bring up what you really have been wanting too. “Can I ask a question? It might not be my place though.”

The man across from you motions, burger in hand, for you to continue. You take a deep breath and rip the band-aid off.

“Well, Frankie and I’s conversation was actually cut short when he got a phone call. I wouldn’t have said anything except- except he looked so tense when he got it? I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining things.”

“No you’re definitely not imaginin’ things. I don’t want to get into Frankie’s business because that's his own shit to talk about, but long story short, a woman is tryin’ to come back into his life that shouldn’t have been there in the first place.”

You pick your burger back up and take a bite as he carries on with his story.

“The guys and I all found ways to cope with comin’ back to reality after dealin’ with the worst of the worst in and out of the service. Mine was openin’ this place, Will’s was helpin’ other vet’s, Pope’s was bein’ a military consultant, and Frankie’s was…well Frankie’s was Rochelle.”

“Rochelle.” You wanted to feel how her name felt on your tongue. “I heard him say that name when he was walking away.”

“Damnit, Fish.”

***

“So, remind me again why we are here?”

Frankie pulls into Brass Knuckles’ parking lot with Pope in his passenger seat. He knew he should have done this without him. If anyone was going to sniff out that he had a small thing for you it was going to be Pope.

“Benny left some clothes at my place last week and since we were in the neighborhood I figured I would just drop them off.”

“As opposed to giving them to him on Friday? Which is only two days from now, might I add.” He looks in the backseat and grabs the small cardboard box. “I think he would have made it until then without a t-shirt and a pair of jeans.”

“Shut up and get out of my truck, man.”

Frankie takes the box of clothes out of Pope’s hands when they both round the bed of the truck and start walking towards the door. He can see you entranced by something on your computer screen through the windows.

“I also invited her to come to the fights with us this week.” Frankie flicks his chin in your direction when Pope looks at him.

“You already have her number? Damn, Fish. I thought I worked quickly.”

“No, man,” He groans. “We ran into each other while I was at IKEA on Sunday. I just thought it would be fun, you know? It’s not like that, Pope.”

“Fish, you were a bad liar when we served together and you’re a bad liar now.” He turns to look at Frankie. “Come on, you think she’s cute don’t you?”

“She’s just cool.” He should have never brought Pope.

“Whatever you say.”

The chime of the door bell pulls you from your emails. You’re shocked, but not unhappy, when you look up and see the two of them coming through the door.

“Hey guys. I didn’t know y’all were coming by today.”

“I would have texted you, love, but I haven’t got your number.” Pope flashes his signature beaming grin in your direction.

“Well you never asked, love.” You tease.

“We wanted to drop some things off for Benny.” Frankie says as he comes up and places a cardboard box gingerly on your desk.

“Who's ‘we’?” Pope gabs.

Your attention stays on Frankie as you speak. “Oh, sure! He’s in the back office doing…actually I'm not really sure what he does back there.”

When Frankie doesn’t immediately move, Pope reaches over and slides the box towards himself.

“Hey, what are you-?”

“Let me take this for you, Fish. Why don’t you stay here and get her number for me? Strictly for scientific purposes of course.” You can see a playful look in his eyes when he turns back to his clearly panicking friend.

“Wait, no it’s-”

“It’s no big deal, exactly.” Pope whisks the box off your desk and starts walking into the gym, but not before tossing you a wink.

It suddenly feels a little harder to breathe when it’s just the two of you up front. You want to compliment the soft, yellow jacket he is wearing, but no words come. The only thing you can selfishly focus on right now is your heart and how it's beating so hard in your chest that he can probably hear it.

“It’s nice to see you again.” You think you can hear his voice shutter a bit.

“It’s nice to see you again too, Frankie. Still alright for me to come with everyone on Friday? I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing!” The words tumble out of his mouth. “You’re not imposing. I invited you, remember?” His tone settles.

“Thanks again for that by the way.”

A silence falls between the two of you. You both must have been racking your brains for something to say because you speak at the same time.

“Did you-?”

“Were you able-?”

Comfortable laughter blossoms and it dawns on you that he might be just as nervous to talk to you as you were to talk to him.

“No, no you go first!” You choke out while trying to catch your breath.

“Did you end up getting anything else after I left the other day?”

“I actually did; thanks for asking! I found a bed frame I liked. It took me longer than I'd like to admit to put it together though.”

Frankie has never been more grateful for the front desk than in this exact moment. Images of your naked, writhing body cuffed to a bed frame flood his mind. God, he could do anything he wanted to you. He would take it slow at first, not wanting to leave any part of your body undiscovered by his tongue. Then, only when you were begging him, would he give you what you wanted.

“Frankie?”

“I-I’m sorry what did you say?”

“I asked if you were able to find anything? You didn’t have a basket when I saw you.”

“No, I didn’t. The thing I wanted was just out of reach-stock! The thing I wanted was just out of stock.” He corrects.

“Oh, that’s too bad.” You pray your voice doesn’t give away the curiosity you have about his little slip up. “Here. Let me give you something to make up for it.”

You take out a pen from its holder and move your stack of sticky notes in front of you. His eyes capture your every move. You write out your number slowly on the small piece of paper as you revel in the knowledge that you have his undivided attention. When you’re finished you sign it with your name and a tiny heart and pray that you haven’t misread this situation.

“I know Pope was the one that asked for this, but I want you to hold on to it.”

Your cheeks burn as you hand him your proverbial olive branch. When he takes it from you and reads what you had written he laughs quietly to himself.

“You know, so you can text me about this Friday.”

“Not for scientific purposes?” He mimics his friend's earlier statement.

“Unlucky for Pope, I was never really that into the sciences.”

“Lucky for me then.”

He folds up your note and carefully places it into his front shirt pocket. His timing couldn't have been better because Benny and Pope emerge from behind the brick wall as soon as he’s done.

“I hear that you managed to convince our girl here to come with y’all to the fights, Fish! Good on you!” He comes up and claps his friend on the back. “I’m not at all jealous that you did it when I couldn’t.”

“Benny.” you chide.

“Why don’t you make it up to Benny and come to the bar with us?”

“One step at a time, Pope. One step at a time. I do have something for you though.”

He comes over to you as you start writing your number out again. Out of the corner of your eye you see him give Frankie and Benny and thumbs up. Oh you poor, sweet, incorrect bastard. You nonchalantly pass it to him and hope Frankie see’s that there is no heart drawn on this time.

“Your reward for being such a big helper today by returning Benny’s clothes. If you text me in the middle of the night and wake me up I swear to God I’ll kill you.”

“What bliss that would be.”

“Hey! Unless y’all are gonna workout y’all better get a move on. Just because we are friends doesn’t mean y’all can take up valuable lobby space in my gym.”

“We’re going, we’re going.” For a man that is getting ushered out of a building, Frankie sure looks happy.

“Bye, guys!”

They both wave and say ‘bye’ to you and Benny as they open the door and head into the parking lot. Benny heads back to his office before they reach their truck, but you keep watching. As Frankie’s hand curls around his truck door, he looks back at you, and pats over his shirt pocket. Then he disappears inside and drives off with Pope.

Frankie could feel the note he placed in his pocket burning a hole through his chest the whole ride back to Pope’s place. It made it hard to carry on a simple conversation with him because that fiery sensation was all he could focus on. It was the type of heat that seeped into his very bones and made him feel as if he was glowing from the inside out. He knew you had unknowingly seared yourself onto his heart and that feeling scared him.

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flowers-in-your-basement · 1 month ago

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nobody asked for this but yet I deliver, not unlike a pregnant person giving birth at the worst time in the movie.

Anyways, wincest kink list time. (This is a long post) (Also after a certain point this is just stuff I want them to do...) I could continue this list and I might. Also I left out so much.

dean:

I meannnn, the classics, feminizing Sam like refering to his pecs as tits, calling him a girl, commenting on his pretty princess hair and stuff like that.

Also foodplay, even though I'm not a fan, Dean has full blown relationships with burgers and would take any excuse to make Sam eat his foods.

Blood kink but light, maybe only when somebody is already hurt (kissing it better, mayhaps?)

Knives... I mean... knives.

Guns, those are their lives and dean spends more time fondling guns then he does sam. Also (hot)

Cheating- hear me out! That all those girls that he's had short things with, just so he can get laid consistently. They might think that he's for them, but he's actually going home to his brother every night.

Also like providing pleasure for people without any in return, like sucking Sam off but not touching himself or cumming. Which ties back into all those other girls because with them he was just there to get his dick wet, now he has a long term thing.

Dare I say scent kink? The dirt and grime and sweat that those two live in... They've def fucked in an open grave at least once.

Some other smaller stuff too, obviously the incest.

Sam:

I feel like he'd match up with most of his kinks, maybe except for the food, I don't think he'd get it in the same way.

OKAY, so with Sam's constant insistance that he's inherently unclean, he'd want Dean to hurt him bad, especially once he knows that it's demon's blood. I'm saying scarification, stitching Sam up, some light wound fucking but like anything that hurts.

guns... I mean...

Also matching with Dean's service thing, he'd definitely enjoy being able to just zone out and let Dean make him feel good without needing to worry about giving back.

incest kink 10000% Sam would have Dean calling him baby brother every single thrust, and he would probably do the same with big brother. Also to a more extreme level, introducing themselves as brothers and really selling it, then getting caught on purpose fucking in an alley.

He would def have a monogamy kink, he'd make dean tell him about all those other girls while fucking him just so he can tell him that he's never gonna have that again cause he's all Sam's.

Roleplay, just roleplaying that theyre younger and that Dean's taking advantage of him (yes this is something that gets me going too, what of it?)

BONUS ROUND JOHN!!!

I don't actually have a ton to say on this topic but I still wanna talk about it to my dear captive audience.

Gun play... I mean, it's hot as fuck and also fits so well with how they handle guns so much.

Pet play OKAY HEAR ME OUT puppy Sam and dean have my heart and also have you seen Sam's puppy eyes 👀. But like his boys caring for him and obeying his every order, complete subservience.

#Haha this post is..longer than I expected #i just have a lot to say #Don't kill me #wincest #weecest #samdean #weirdcest #deanjohn #samjohn #Flower's stuff #<-tag for things I have written

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vino---delectable · 8 months ago

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Our unintelligent squint (e1 part 2/?)

Summary: It's y/n's first day at the Jeffersonian. You are being swiftly introduced to everyone!

Character pairings: Zack Addy x reader, Angela x Hodgins, Booth x Brennan

Word Count: 10.8k

Warnings: none

A/n: Hey... Finally got to p2... I hope you can tell me what you think!!!! Again, non of the words belonging to the case, or anything having nothing to do with y/n belongs to me! Enjoy! (If you haven't read the whole story click here. For my masterlist!)

(Y/n's pov)

I woke up a half hour before my alarm rang again… This is going to be a long day. Ick! I know it's not healthy for me to be so anxious. But what reputation will I have if I lose this job? I certainly don't want to wind up serving French fries and mini burgers again. Not if I can help it. Plus, what would my father think? No, I'll have to try my hardest to stick to this job.

I did my hair up with my two front pieces of hair, and pulled the back with a polka dot tie. I decided I'd wear a modest skirt and shirt. I at least thought I looked lovely and sophisticated. I didn't bother to eat breakfast at home. I could easily go to the cafeteria, and besides, it was only 5:30. My breakfast isn't until an hour later.

I took the bus because I didn't want to bother or wake up anyone this early in the morning. After all I'm still working on my driver's license. The ride was bumpy, but I was ok once I put in my music… The byrds, Celine Dion, green day, lynyrd skynyrd, def leopard… (I like everything ok!)

And finally… After me lip syncing the duet of phantom of the opera, I was at the Jeffersonian. I seriously wanted to cry. There's no way I'm ready! I thought as I jumped out of the bus. I started turning around to try to jump back into the bus, but I noticed it was already half way down the road. No, the only option was to go in. So I did!

I walked in with the self consciousness of my shoes squeaking. Everyone smiled at me. Most likely because they have seen me once or twice before with my dad. So I took it as no sign of approval. I walk into a beautiful woman with what I would imagine to be the warmest face I have seen in forever. And since I had no idea where to go, I thought it right that I should talk to her.

"Hello," I started awkwardly, sounding like I originated from Germany, "I'm new here. And I was wondering if you could give me directions. Like how to get a name tag, like the ones I see you and- well, everyone wearing.. And a tour of how the work, y'know, works…" I smile.

"Oh, hi!!! Quick question first. Are you a-," she reads from a card she took from her jacket, "Ms. Y/n y/l/n?" She smiles back.

"yes… Yeah, I was the one hired… Yesterday, actually."

"Well, Dr. Brennan asked me to give this to you if I ran into you, " she handed me my ID card, I took it and she nodded, "I'm Angela, Montenegro… Angela Montenegro."

"It's very nice to meet you!" I perked up.

"And yes, I can give you a quick look at the work place," she gestured with her hands for me to follow her.

She showed me my main working space first. A platform where the remains or artifacts are originally delivered. A room Angela says she mostly works in, where she designs holograms for the Jeffersonian. She showed me a room where all the skeletons are kept. She kept mentioning the numbers of the rooms, but I remembered none of them. "Now, you can call this one Hodgins sanctuary," She showed me a room full of a variety of insects and chemicals. "

"I swear I've seen this exact setting on Harry Potter," I teased.

"yeah, well, we have to be careful when this wizard waves his wand," she jokingly warned.

This guy with bright curly hair and a tolerable, well maintained beard emerges from the room of doom. "Hey Angie, check out what I discov-" he noticed me standing next to her, "you're new… And fresh out of diapers. Ange, we've got to by her some formula!"

I got defensive "I'm fifteen!" I say.

"It's alright, sweetie. He's just like that," Hodgins raises his eyebrows, approving what she said, "you said you discovered something?"

"I- it can wait!" He said , "you should show the kiddo more things… Or something," he turns and goes back into his "lair".

I turn to her in curiosity, " is this hairstyle fine to wear here?"

"Yes. So long as it's up, and won't get mixed into any of the particulates, or remains we find."

"Uhuh, gotcha. And my clothes?" I bit my lip anxiously.

"you can wear most things; jeans, top, skirt, blouse… For you to get approval, you should wear something modest."

"Good," I say, "because that's all I have."

We walk near the bones room where I see the one face I recognized when i first wanted to work here a year ago. The one who initiated the interview with me. Now he was walking fast over to us. And given how tall he was, he could walk faster than most people I've known.

"Ms. y/l/n. I was wondering if I could speak to you right now?" He said when he reached us.

"Uhrm, yes, Mr. Addy? Um, yeah… I seriously have nothing going on right now so…" I look around awkwardly.

He takes me by the arm, and drags me to the other side of the lab. Angela was so curious as to why he was being so secretive, based on her staring in our direction. I think I was more so curious than she was.

"Look. You have got to follow my lead, words and every move," He definitely could tell that my eyes were screaming the word "what", at him. He tried to elaborate.

" You know nothing about the names of bones, " he said.

"Yes that's true. But I know what they are and where they go when I look at-" I started.

"But the names are important to know in this line of work," Mr. Addy interrupted, "What's going to happen when Dr. Brennan asks you to hand her a tray with a femur on it?"

"A whater?" I raised an eyebrow.

He sighs, "This is going to be a long day," He looks me in the eyes in silence, I just twittle my thumbs as he does so, "Just do what I tell you to. Because if you get fired, I will most likely lose certain privileges, and eventually get fired. So, won't you, since you're already working just under me, do all I ask of you… Pay attention!" I just nod. Not really knowing how else to respond.

Dr. Brennan walks through the door. I recognized her because she always works with my father, occasionally visiting my house. Me and Zack's conversation ends. He hands me a dark blue lab coat with a rough texture, and smoothly gestures with his hands for me to attach my ID to it. We join Dr. Brennan along with everyone else. She always appeared so grumpy to me, like, to the point where she says jump and I ask how high. So, I assumed it was best l should follow with them.

We all walk in a group. While I was still pinning my ID to my coat while simultaneously walking up the stairs, I hear Hodgins saying, "The pond is not only warm and teeming with microbes, which accelerated decomposition, but it houses black carp and coy which fed on the body." We all walk up to this grossly muddied skeleton. It was interesting to me, because I had never, in person , seen a skeleton like this before. Thank goodness I'm only assisting for now!

"Can I, as the only normal person in the room," Angela said, "Say EW?" I looked to her wondering why she didn't see me as normal. I thought I was normal.

"I got three larval stages," Hodgins continued, "Of trichoptera, chironimidae…" I've heard of these flying insects before, I thought, I must've read them in a book.

"As we cut to the chase," She clearly didn't want to be explained anything today.

"The body was in the pond one winter and two summers," he said quickly.

"Spring before last," Dr. Brennan said.

Hodgins smirked, quickly changing topic, "You really think I'm Lesty?"

Temperance looked to Angela with furrowed brows and gaping mouth, in confusion of his sentence.

"The book," Angela explained.

"No, no, no," Dr. Brennan says shaking her head, "you're not in the book."

"Sure he is! we all are," Zack said, amused.

"No none of you are in the book. Those are fictitious characters based on…" As she tries to defend herself Hodgins almost rudely interrupts her to show her bone scans on a computer. I believe it to be the ribcage, maybe.

"I found some small bone fragments in the silt," He said.

"We're out of the book now, we're back in real life," Angela said to Dr. Brennan.

"I guess rana temporaria," Hodgins said.

"frog bones…" How does this woman get frog bones from what he just said? I wondered.

"Also some tiny gold links," Hodgins monitor points where, "Those from a fine chain."

"Point of clarification," began Zack, talking about the book again, "I'm not a virgin. Nowhere near in fact," I looked beside me at his smirking face in awe. How could you be so confident in that? Again, I'm wondering too much.

"Who you captured perfectly was booth," Angela started, touching Dr. Brennan's hand slightly in excitement, "Buttoned down but buckets of sexual confidence which, uahh, I for one would love to tap," She says with a slightly mischievous smile.

"It's not right to discuss tapping asses in front of a soaker," Zack said, looked toward the body.

"You could also say it's not right to discuss your virginity level here as well," I smiled at him, "It also might make those who have never … Oh, what's the term, "" done it"" feel a little bit pressured. "

"You mean- you're saying you've never?" He looks me straight into my eyes. I simply look everywhere but his eyes, "I seem to be forgetting that, some girls at 15 prefer not to."

"Or," I continued , "Some girls, regardless of age, have a few morals." I was low-key angry now.

"Ms. y/l/n," Hearing Dr. Brennan mentioning my name made me turn my head quickly to her, "I am very glad you were available to work with us, but arguing in such a manner should be permitted while you are working," I quickly shut my mouth and meekly nodded, "Anyways, I can't bounce back and forth between my book and real life. Since we're stuck in real life, let's just forget the book." She directed.

"I haven't analyzed whatever it was the victim was holding in her hand," Hodgins looks to the bone scans on the computer, "But it looks like cellulose."

"Paper?" Angela inquired.

"mm, possibly," said Hodgins.

"I found microscopic grit embedded in the skull fragments. I need you to identify those too," Dr. Brennan says to Hodgins, To Zack, She orders, "Remove the remaining tissue, I'll debreed the skull fragments myself, reassemble it so Angela can put a face on our victim."

"Good," Angela is relieved, "I prefer holograms, they don't stink."

Hodgins and Angela begin to walk away. All that's left is me. Yay. "And you, Ms. y/l/n. I will have you thoroughly look around the dirt before it gets removed. Most importantly , I would prefer you to specifically focus on the areas surrounding the phalanges, to see if anything is missed. But be careful of whatever it is the victim is holding in her hands. Understood?"

She looks at me with eyebrows raised. I just smile like an idiot and look to Zack, who is just as freaked out as I am. It takes him a second to contemplate, but he then lifts his hand and wriggle all his fingers. Ahh, now I understand, I thought, I got this!

"Of course, Dr. Brennan, I will get right on that." In a hurry I run to the bodies side, trying my hardest to examine the fi- phalanges! Barely hearing what is being said behind me…

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oddballwriter · 1 year ago

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A Piece of Cake

Summary: You work at a food truck that sells baked goods, dessert foods, and other such things, named The Sweet Spot, with two other people who you've grown close to. Close enough that they know about your crush on the cook who works at the circus-themed food truck that you share one stop with. They're tired of you being too shy to make a move, so they help you get the ball rolling so that you two can actually talk to each other.

Warnings: Mentions of cakes and sugars. The reader gets teased by their co-workers a bit but nothing too harsh. Billie and Penny kind of ruining the moment while also making it a bit better?

Author’s Snip: I love this series and I wanted to make something for the sake of having something other than two sparse headcanon posts.

Notes: Go watch BigTop Burger and support the creator WorthiKids in any way you can. This show is such a delight and I love everything about it.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

"I'm gonna go stretch my legs." you tell your co-workers, almost out the door but their odd, almost sarcastic-sounding 'uh-huh's made you pause. "What? We hardly get customers at this stop, and our stock of food is fine. You can handle some customers while I'm out for a few minutes, can't you?" you question.

"Oh no. We'll be fine. For sure." one of your co-workers, Daniel, says, before speaking up again. "But how come you always want to walk while we're parked at this stop instead of all the others we do?" he asks, giving you a knowing look. "Like I said, we don't get customers here. It's half past noon. No one eats baked goods and desserts at noon." you say, trying to make up to defend your reasoning as to why you want to take a walk break at this spot.

"People also don't eat dessert at 1 pm, or 2am, maybe at 3pm, but those two other spots for one and two are okay to walk at too, don't you think, Y/N?" your second co-worker, Helen, suggests, with that same knowing tone.

"What's so wrong with me walking here. It's a nice walk around this block and there's some nice looking things here?" you ask.

"I bet there are." Daniel comments.

"Quit acting dumb. We know you just want to see that Circus Burger guy you have a crush on." Helen accuses. "What? No. I mean- I see him when I walk around sometimes, and I say hi, but I don't like him." you deny, even if Helen is right on the money. "And it's BigTop Burger. Not Circus Burger." you correct, trying to make her feel dumb for getting the name wrong, but you realize that it just makes you look more interested in him by knowing the actual name of the food truck he works for.

To be honest, they don't really care about your interest in him. They just like to tease you because of how much you deny it. And also because he wears clown make-up as part of his uniform and that makes the whole idea of you two kinda silly.

You look at your co-workers with a flushed face, knowing that even if you make a whole argument that you don't have a crush on him, they would know better.

"What's his name again anyways? Tom?" Helen questions. "It's Tim." you correct, again, this time with no defense. "Well. Why don't you take something for Tim and you two can talk. Maybe work up the courage to ask for his number too." Helen offered. "Or maybe just take him something for a couple of days and then ask for his number. One of the best ways to get to a man is through his stomach." she suggests.

"What should I take, though? We have so much stuff here." you say, looking at the plethora of cakes, cookies, brownies, rolls, and bonbons, the list could honestly go on forever and so could the various flavors, looks, hybrids of said things that you carried.

"Here," Daniel says as he moves towards the display and picks something for you. It was a slice of the funfetti cookie crust cheesecake. You look up at him with a 'really?' readable across your face. "What? His job has a clown theme. He might think it's funny." Daniel explains. You glance back down at the slice in its little plastic container that your truck usually puts your slice orders in before sighing and taking it.

"Go get 'em, Y/N!" Helen cheers as you actually step out of the truck and also hear Daniel shout "Don't worry, I'll pay for the slice!" as you walk forward.

The BigTop Truck wasn't that far from yours. It was just a turn around the corner and a small stride forward. It was impossible to miss the blue-colored brick of a truck once you turned the corner. As you got closer, you could see Tim leaning against the truck, on his break. As ashamed as it is for you to know that this time was usually his break time. 'Okay, Y/N. You can do this. Just walk up to him. You've done it before.' you think to yourself as you walk closer and closer. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you probably would have passed right by the BigTop truck and Tim if it weren't for him saying something.

"Hey! Y/N, right, from Sweet Spot around the corner?" Tim greets. "Out to stretch your legs again, huh?" he says. "Yeah. Sorta." you choke out, trying to both keep your cool and lower your excitement. "I brought you something." you say, holding out the slice of cheese cake to him.

Tim takes a second to look at it. "Oh wow. That's really something isn't it?" Tim comments. "Yeah. It's... something new on our menu. Some people have mixed feelings about it and," you explain, trying to come up with a reason why you'd just give him a piece of cake for free. "I was told to have someone kind of settle the score to see if we should keep it or not?" you conclude.

"I see." Tim says. "Well, I'll see how I feel." he remarks as he takes the container from your hands.

You somewhat avert your gaze so as to not make the situation weird by watching him eat. He uses the taped-in fork and takes a few bites pausing in between chews and taking pieces of certain parts to get the food as a whole.

"It's pretty good." Tim finally says, "No doubt, there's enough sugar in here to make a blood sugar monitor explode. But still good." he comments, trying to make a joke. "Yeah. I'm sure there is. If I'm being honest, this hybrid abomination feels like a culinary crime, but you know how it is with food trucks. If it's crazy enough it gets sales." you agree smiling a bit to show that you appreciate the joke.

Tim nods and even makes a few bashes himself. "Hey. I'm pretty sure we only have one or two people who actually like our food. I think everyone else is just trying it for the sake of seeing what it's like." Tim remarks, "I mean, our burger buns literally have sprinkles on them." he adds.

You think about the idea of how that would even taste and understand that that also feels like some type of crime against food as well.

"But hey. Your truck can get away with sprinkles. That's basically the go-to strategy for everything you sell." Tim explains. "I haven't eaten anything from there till right now with this, but your stuff looks good." Tim compliments.

You see Tim try and say something else after a long beat of silence but the window latch of the truck pops open and smacks him hard in the back of the head with a faint bunk noise.

"Hey, Tim. Steve wants us to head to the next stop early, for whatever reason, so-" a person with blue clown make-up and a cap on says, speaking low and monotone voice before pausing upon seeing you and their co-worker who was rubbing the hit spot, who was shooting them a quick glance.

Another person, this time a shorter, rounder woman with pink makeup, pokes her head out. She sees you and Tim as well but she changes to a brief shocked expression and speaks, "Sorry for the interruption. Tim, take your time. I need to talk to Billie for a second.", the woman takes hold of the window door and quickly throws it down to close it, but in the process hits Tim in the back of the head again. You hear her shout a muffled "Sorry!" from inside.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "I'm fine. Just fine." Tim assures. "That was Billie and Penny by the way. In case you wanted to know," he says.

"Thanks for the cake by the way it was really neat of you to offer me some." Tim thanks. "I'll keep that as a highlight of the rest of my day. Whatever that may entail." he says as he starts to walk around to enter into the truck.

You try your best to not squeal at the fact that he just called you, well, more like the cake, a highlight in his day.

You wave goodbye to each other before he gets into the truck and you turn to walk back to your food truck. Upon getting back, you find Daniel and Helen seemingly waiting inside for you.

"So, how was your date?" Daniel jokingly asks.

"He liked the cake," you say, "And I met his co-workers." you add.

"Ooh. Sounds pretty serious." Hellen buds in with a joke of her own.

#bigtop burger #bigtop burger tim #bigtop burger x reader #worthikids #youtube series #btb tim

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alicepao13 · 23 days ago

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Hudson and Rex S02E13 - In Pod We Trust

This is a serious episode. Somewhat.

I can't get over the fact that they all want to listen to true crime podcast when not only are they with the police but they deal with murders all the time.

What the hell, dude? Do you not have a home?

Rex: I don't know what the fuck a podcast is but it allows me to eat Charlie's burger while he's distracted so it must be good.

Me neither. Although, in S3 we learn that Charlie had followed the news of a case of a notorious serial killer when he was like in high school, so I guess it's the true crime aspect of it.

"How did he get up there? That dog is a ninja". You haven't seen anything yet.

This is a better cops-done-wrong episode than the one that was written during the BLM movement period. The latter was basically trying to placate the audience and was presenting cops reacting unrealistically as they find out that they're part of the problem, coming off as disingenuous. Cops would not react that way. Still, it's Hudson and Rex, so I don't expect much of a balanced script in terms of that, and I've seen other (bigger and more expensive) crime shows go off the deep end when when the time came to write such episodes. They do try to handle difficult issues respectfully, I'll give them that. However, this is still a cop show. I mean, if you're ashamed that you're making a cop show... don't make it?

lol Jesse saying that the case files from 20 years ago haven't been digitized because they're ancient, in front of Joe who was already a cop back then. "I think you've just bought yourself a one-way ticket to those ancient archives". That's fair.

"I went [to the crime scene] to make sure that you didn't bury the truth, again". There's a misunderstanding. See, Charlie is a good white cop™.

Hi, Vicky, who later got a redemption storyline a lot of characters would have dreamed of.

Rex, huh?

Protestors using the imaginative slogan "Do your jobs". Awful. Do yours, writers.

"But... But... they still love me, right?"

Joe: "We have to be really careful with the optics on this one". You've put an innocent in jail, I think you should care more about that.

She totally said SJDP instead of SJPD. Oops.

Dude, I know Charlie is white but you don't have to tell him a hundred times that this case is a hot potato.

"If you come peacefully, you'll be treated fairly," he says to a man who was wrongly incarcerated for 20 years!

Booking the black guy, releasing the white police guy. I mean... I'd have asked the question too.

Well, that lasted all of 2 minutes. You can argue and have tension for like 5 minutes. It won't kill you guys.

Yeah, I wouldn't trust him just for that. I mean, that was 20 years ago. During which Joe continued climbing the ranks inside the police, which means that he could have easily stopped caring about justice more than he could afford to.

This show's attempts to write some of the jargon and phrases that would otherwise be said in a proper police procedural but can't be said on this "family show" is hilarious. I assume we can't say "ass"? Like, I have no issue believing the actress in her role, I think she's good, but the dialogue...

Enjoying Charlie's on-screen suffering once again.

Joe, like 10 minutes ago: We have to be careful about the optics in this case. Charlie: Nah, I have a murder to solve.

I bet Charlie is reminiscing the good old days where suspects were intimidated by the police right about now.

"You think I murdered Ty for ratings?" People have killed for 20 bucks.

Police corruption in the SJPD is rampant. The only clean cops are our cops lol

Okay, you need at least a second paperclip, amateur. Also, in the second shot, the paperclip is not blue.

I like that line. And she's partially right. Except for the whole murder thing.

I can't help thinking that Joe was right not to get involved further back then. That way, he kept his job, he survived a toxic environment, and even managed to rise to a rank where he can now make an actual difference. And he kept his soul. I'm sure if we were to delve deeper into it, we'd have seen the cost of that on his conscience, but it still led him to where he is now. And where he is now is not a bad place. Camilla cannot understand any of that because she hasn't been nor will she ever be in that position.

Well, turns out they did all this for nothing as Tyler had recorded his own confession and it just arrived to Phoebe a few days after solving the case.

Yeah... I don't think Romeo would want to see a cop within a hundred yards ever again. But we have to get our happy cheesy ending.

#the great hudson and rex rewatch of 2024

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bigboigorgeous · 2 days ago

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We'd been chatting for a while - real casual stuff. You enjoyed messaging me just to tell me how fat you'd make me, and often comment on my pics just to tease me over my growing belly. I wasn't actually looking for a feeder, of course. I'd made that clear from the get-go. So far this has all been a fantasy for me. I've always been a chubby dude so I know I can't indulge too much without quickly outgrowing my clothes. You were fine with this, just happy to tease me, encourage me, fill my mind with imaginations of me with a double chin, a bulbous belly, and jiggly man-tits.

So when you mentioned you'd be traveling to my city for a day, I didn't hesitate to ask you out for lunch. It was just to meet up, to finally get to chat face to face. You were limited on time, after all - and as I'd made clear, I wasn't looking to get into anything. This was just a friendly chat, maybe I'd order a big meal to show off, then we could go our separate ways.

You're all smiles when we meet. I purposefully wore one of the shirts I've been outgrowing and the jeans that sinch my belly over the waistband. I didn't care when other people looked at the way my t-shirt stretched over my tummy, but the moment your eyes were on it I couldn't stop blushing.

I did order a big lunch. A huge lunch, actually - appetizers and a pitcher of beer included.

"I hope you know I expect you to eat all that," you laugh.

"I came extra hungry," I assure you.

I talk big, but the fact is I haven't been gorging myself as much as I claim I'd like to in my tumblr posts. All the same, I easily down the mozzarella sticks and two glasses of beer, then move onto my plate - a big greasy burger and house fries. I clear about half of it before I'm absolutely stuffed.

Feeling proud of the way my belly has begun to peek from beneath my shirt, I sit back and let you admire the site. The look on your face is one of morbid fascination and rabid arousal. Just for you, I shove a few more fries in my mouth.

And then you do something I don't expect - you slide from your seat, confidently taking a seat alongside me in the booth. Without hesitation or seeking permission, you place a hand on my stomach and give it the gentlest of rubs. So effortless, so casual, like we'd done it a dozen times before.

"Look at how much you've grown," they say in a tone that's half praise, half condemnation. "But you know I need you to finish."

The laugh that escapes me is a nervous one. "Ahhhaha yeah - yeah I know, but I think I'm cached and-" You reach for a bouquet of fries and bring it towards my face. Without thinking, I open my mouth and I let you stuff them inside.

"I need you to finish," you insist.

The more I chew, the more a blossoming heat swells between my legs. I'm so fucking full - but in no time I'm letting you feed me, I'm letting you guide the food to my mouth, always acquiescing for another gulp of beer. God, I'm so full. I've never felt this full. I'm going to regret it as soon as this horny hazy clears but for now all I can think of is eating so much for you that my stomach begins to push the table away. I can feel it just begin to squeeze against the edge of the wood before the last bite of burger is down.

Fuck me, that was glorious.

I tell you as much, and you beam with pride, hand possessively gliding over my swollen gut as you marvel over what you've done to me.

"Shame I can't be here every day to do this," you say. "But now that you know what it's like, I think you can carry on on your own."

"Sorry to disappoint, but I really shouldn't do that again," I say.

That's when I notice the waiter approach.

They ask if we'd like to see the dessert menu.

"No need," you tell them, and for a moment I can't decide if I'm relieved or disappointed. At least until you add "You can just bring us one of everything."

#feedee story #feeding kink #feedee encouragement #feedee feeder #fat piggy #reader x feedee

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hazbinned · 6 months ago

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@angie-long-legs @cannibalxroses Connected to x. 🌹

{ If we remember to tag each other, the post order can go Angel Dust, Rosie, then me again? }

"Remember, Angie: nosotros podemos hacer esto. We're better than everyone here."

Valentino's limo was parked outside the venue, and within it sat Angel Dust and Valentino himself, side-by-side and looking quite smushed because of the utter size of Angel's flowery dress. Valentino's outfit complimented it, though... at least somewhat. His blazer was also light pink, and rose-themed, for what it was worth. It was where the harsher black and gold aspects of the getup came into play that the moth branched off into his own realm.

Anyway, whatever had possessed him to give the porn star this little Cannibal Town pep-talk was unknown even to him.

"Nobody's going to eat us. We don't have to eat any gross food unless we want to. Just keep repeating that."

Speaking of food, he reached for the drive-thru burgers they had acquired on the trip over, still fresh in their wrappers, and urgently passed them off to Angel.

"Hide them in your dress!"

Smuggling food in may have been sketchy... but could he be blamed? He didn't know if they would be serving anything normal here! He hadn't even read the invite-- Vox had! All he knew was what the dress code was, and that the Cannibal Overlord was hosting it!

He waited for Angel to comply, and then pushed the car door open and stepped out, scanning their surroundings through black-tinted heart glasses. The mask could wait until they actually got closer to everybody-- he didn't need to obscure his vision even more.

"Do you have everything?" he asked, and cast a glance down at Angel Dust.

When the spider was ready, Val wrapped an arm across the other's shoulders and together they entered the venue.

The party was bustling. There was an odd smell in the air. Everyone was dressed to the nines, but in a weird way, like they were in a fantasy flick or some shit.

Valentino put his gold-feathered mask on, and squinted, hard... trying to seek out the masquerade's gracious host.

"I think I see her," he hissed to Angel, and cupped his fingers around his eyes. "Yeaah, that's definitely her. Come on, we gotta go say hi before we get settled in."

The moth stalked through the ballroom toward the woman clad in red, intent on greeting the older Overlord. Didn't want to make enemies, now, did he?

When he reached her, he mustered up a huge, feigned, pink-toothed grin.

"ROSIE! Mamacita! Long time, no see! How have you been, girl?"

Hopefully the mask would obscure the fact that his eye was twitching. Valentino continued his praise.

"Great thing you've got goin' here! You're looking fabulous!" he said, and then waved at his plus one. "This here is Angel Dust. You know, like from TV?"

Did she even watch TV?

#angie-long-legs #cannibalxroses #RP Blood Ball: Reply #♠️ : big v / valentino.#♠️: events.#{ He says “We can do this.” in the beginning hahaha. Val? Scared? Nooooo...! }#{ You guys don't have to match length! }

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saltygilmores · 1 year ago

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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 17, "Dead Uncles and Vegetables", Part 2

Read part 1 and all other episodes in my pinned post. Luke is giving Lorelai the run down on the Life and Death of Uncle Louie, which is terribly un important. Think it's funny that he doesn't tell Lorelai about the existence of his family members until there's a crisis like his uncle croaking. Lorelai didn't know he had a sister or nephew until Jess was practically on his doorstep. Frankly, the life story of Liz Danes is infinitely more fascinating than Dead Louie's. I have to make a small correction: in the previous post, I stated that Teach Me Tonight was the next episode, but there's actually another wonderful, glorious, absolutely pointless filler episode next. That one where Richard helps Rory with a project for the Chilton business fair and Madelyn invents the Amazon Alexa a full 12 years before Amazon does but Rory sidelines her invention because no one at Chilton knows how to build a robot.

I can't think of a more gruesome place to spend the afterlife. If I happened to die in The Hollow, I would come back and haunt you. I'm gonna haunt you so hard, Lorelai Gilmore. You, Dean. Boom, haunted.

A little healthy competition for Taylor Doose. Just a warmup before Walmart eventually moves in and flattens both markets.

Love Miss Patty. Back at the Inn, Michel notices the 9 rooms that Lorelai reserved for Luke but there is no credit card on file to pay for said rooms. What's that sound? Could it be the sound of Lorelai Gilmore’s gross financial irresponsibility? Could it be that Lorelai just gifted Luke 9 free hotel rooms with no way to make that money back for the Inn?

Ha!

To bring everyone up to speed on the low stakes drama currently under way: Sookie is planning her wedding, and after a fateful soup tasting, Emily has wormed her way in to the wedding planning. Lorelai is predictably miffed. I fear that a day without a Miffed Lorelai would throw the Earth off it's axis.

For at least the second time in so many weeks, Lorelai has just up and left work in the middle of the day to help Luke do something and no one tries to stop her, on top of that she is leaving her real job to go work another job filling in for Luke.

Lorelai Gilmore is an HR rep’s nightmare. Meanwhile at the diner: the war for small town economic dominance rages on between Taylor and the gentle farmer's market hippie, while Lorelai works behind the counter and Rory....

WHHHAAAAA???! First Rory paid for her food, now she's working.... a job??!

Gross. Kirk just ordered lunch, Lorelai is about to bring Luke a turkey burger, and another customer asked Lorelai if they were still serving breakfast, so are we to assume it’s like, around 11am? And Rory is not in school. My word! She pulled a Jess and skipped school to work! It's even funnier when you think about how Luke is basically nobody to Rory at this point but some dick her mom is quietly chasing and her mother pulls her out of school to wait tables at his restaurant. (before anyone says "maybe it's a weekend", Rory was in her Chilton uniform just moments ago). Taylor, observing Miss Patty across the street at the farmer's market: "Since when does Patty eat so much fruit?" This is the woman who told 15 year old Rory that plums were better than sex.

Taylor is quaking in his cardigan, he knows deep down that at any moment his power and stranglehold over Stars Hollow could be usurped in a blink. Hippie: My market is so busy I don't have time to take a break and eat a meal. Taylor: A well groomed businessman with a good staff can afford to take a break now and again. Kirk:

The exquisitely timed, deadpan delivery of this line delighted me #TomatosSign #KirkMayBeATouchNeurodivergent

In other Low Stakes Drama, Lorelai has gone upstairs to bring Luke his lunch. He informs Lorelai that none of his relatives are coming to Dead Louie’s funeral, and they both pretend to be sad about it. Jess is nowhere to be found, so I guess unlike Rory, he’s at school, not jerking off for once.

Luke laments the lame excuses that his no good relatives gave for skipping Dead Louie’s funeral, like “I can’t miss work.”

If only they had the generous “Leave work in the middle of a shift to go help the diner guy” PTO package that the Independence Inn provides to Lorelai.

Luke begins the ol’ “name and shame the family members who have stood me up” and to no one’s fucking surprise Liz is among the funeral skippers who isn’t answering his calls (and at the same time isn’t seizing this opportunity to visit her own son and brother).

Oh Liz Danes you are SO getting haunted.

Now this just throws more Confusion Dressing onto the Dead Uncles and Vegetables Salad. On top of the "Rory gets pulled out school to chase her mom's Dick Goals", Jess also isn’t at school, and Luke says he’s…playing basketball. Ha ha ha. From the fantastical imagination of one Miss AmyShermanPalladino, who bought us “Dean likes/knows how to read”, comes its thrilling sequel, “Jess plays sports!"

Okay. Okay. Nothing is as creative or fantastically fictional as “Dean being literate”. And that being said, I could see Jess shooting hoops, I guess? Like maybe he spent time at the parks and playgrounds of New York City to blow off a little steam. Maybe it’s not a terribly ridiculous notion.

Anyhow, much like “I was playing football with my friends” ala the big fat lie in Swan Song, Rory just accepts this statement without question and then calls him a "little punk". Why? The hell did he do? First ya'll are mad he's causing "mischief" and now he's found a wholesome activity to keep him occupied and off the mean streets of Stars Hollow and you're still mad.

That brown shirt looked fucking stellar on him and he had to go and ruin it with a poofy lifejacket. 2000's fashion, man. I love how there is clearly nothing for Jess to do plotwise so they made up this z-plot where Rory keeps getting mad at him for taking time off from work, as if it matters to her, and as if he doesn’t have the most solid work ethic in Stars Hollow and shouldn’t be allowed take a break and play his little basketball game if he wants.

The low stakes drama continues: Jackson shows up at the diner and is not pleased about the intrusion on his wedding…by his fiancée’s coworker’s mother, of all people. I’m sure he had a lot of questions for Sookie about that.

Poor Jess. I'm sure he tried so hard to hold onto that fleeting moment of bliss today, a brief time when he was free, playing basketball, by himself most likely, skipping school, no one bothering him, then Rory shows up and drags him back to work/home for some reason and then Luke forces him to go to a town meeting, He never even got any time to jerk off. I don't understand why Luke goes to these things. Clearly any time there is a meeting he is there not of his own free will, so what are the terrifying consequences for staying home?

Here sits a defeated man. Taylor: You're late Lorelai, I banged this meeting in a half hour ago. Lorelai: Ooh, dirty. Miss Patty's reaction:

Dirty old bat. I love her.

Das a good question.

Tell me again why he should care about The Town? Why should anyone care about The Town? Fuck Stars Hollow.

The many faces of Milo. What a cutiemuffin gumdrop. Ah the famous scene where many claim to see Milo mouthing "I love you" at Alexis across the seats, to me it just looks like he's chewing his lip. The way he is looking at her is incredibly precious and adoring nonetheless. Lord, I think I just popped an ovary. Ow. Camp I Love You, Camp Lip Chewer, I respect you both, now let's just meet in the middle where we can all agree Dean Forrester sucks. To be continued.

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ickynights · 1 year ago

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◦ 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝗜𝗰𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 ◦

contents: emeto, slightly nsfw, brief (and i mean brief) mention of scat

Eating out had always been quite difficult for Daniel and Doyun. Most places don't offer gluten free options and when they do, they're either the grossest thing Doyun's ever tasted or they're completely mid and not worth trying again. So when Doyun's favorite restaurant announced a new limited time only gluten free burger he knew he had to try it out. Daniel was a little hesitant considering the ad looked a little sketch but there was no way Doyun was going to give this opportunity up.

Once they arrived, they were immediately seated and ordered right away. Doyun was practically jumping in his seat when their food came. His burger looked perfect and so did his side of french fries.

"See Daniel, It looks perfect!" Doyun exclaimed and smiled widely.

"It does look good. Try it, is it as good as it looks."

Doyun nodded and picked up the burger. The closer he looked at it the more he noticed the unusual smell admitting from the meat patty. It wasn't necessarily a bad smell but it also didn't seem like something you'd want to consume. Shrugging it off, Doyun took a big bite and tried to decipher how he felt about the burger.

Honestly it wasn't bad or anything but the patty itself wasn't that good and when he swallowed he felt his stomach rumble softly.

"Well how is it?"

Doyun didn't really care for the burger but he couldn't let him know that. He had to beg Daniel to come here and admitting defeat just simply wasn't an option in Doyun's mind.

"It's actually really good." Doyun lied and gave his best fake grin.

Daniel noticed how Doyun's lip twitched, the younger was clearly lying. "Are you just saying that so you can 'prove' you're right?"

Doyun gasped dramatically at the accusation. I mean yeah Daniel was correct but how dare he accuse Doyun of such a thing. "I'll eat the whole thing and prove to you just how good it is."

Daniel playfully rolled his eyes and went to start eating his meal, "Whatever you say..."

Doyun continued to eat his burger. The more he ate, the more he felt his stomach bloat against his jeans. It wasn't rare for Doyun's belly to get bloated after eating but it never really happened during the meal. Once again Doyun ignored his bodies natural warning and finished off his burger.

"See babe, it really was that good." Doyun said and patted his belly with a sly grin on his face.

Daniel was impressed that Doyun actually finished the whole thing. At first he started to believe the younger honestly did like the burger but once he saw him try to secretly rub his stomach, he knew his boyfriend was a hundred percent lying to him.

"I'm glad you liked it. Why don't we get desert then? You aren't too full yet are you?"

Desert was the last thing Doyun wanted right now but if he denied it Daniel would definitely know somethings up. "The apple pie sounds good."

Daniel raised his eyebrow but agreed. It seems Doyun was going to pull all the stops to prove his point, and Daniel wanted to test just how far he was willing to go.

The two ordered their treats and talked amongst themselves while they waited. Once the food arrived Doyun realized what he just set himself up for. The restaurant was known for their filling deserts and even without a rumbling belly Doyun could rarely finish one.

"I'm sorry baby my stomach's feeling a little upset. You wouldn't mind eating mine too? I don't want it to go waste."

Oh that asshole. Doyun knew exactly what Daniel was doing but still he refused to fall into the older's trap. "Of course I'll eat it for you. They both look so good anyways." Doyun fake smiled and picked up his fork.

He was only a few bites in when he felt his stomach start to gurgle thickly. He'd ate far more than his belly was used to and the burger from earlier was starting to slosh around almost tauntingly. This could be considered his last warning. One last plead from his belly, to please for the love of god, stop eating. Yet Doyun still continued till he was done with every last bite of the two pies.

Daniel watched in shock and mild pleasure as his boyfriend ate. He was truly committed to his act and Daniel had to hand it to him. Forcing down a less than mid quality burger, and two overly sweet apple pies- just so he could prove a point was almost as impressive as it was embarrassing.

"Wow babe, you must be full." Daniel joked and took a sip of water.

"Only a little. Honestly I could eat more but I should probably stop now." Doyun wanted to puke just saying that sentence but he had to make it somehow believable.

"You know we still have some ice cream left from last time." Daniel was truly starting to get evil. There was no shame in his game. If his boyfriend was going to go as far as he was Daniel might as well play along.

Ice cream would not only send Doyun over the edge but also make him nauseous and crampy the whole night. The mention of the sweet cream had Doyun's belly rumbling in horror. "I don't know if that's a good idea. I'm comfortably full and don't want to upset my belly." Doyun replied and rubbed his stomach.

"The drive home is long anyways. I'm sure your food will start digesting by then, so you'll have plenty of room by the time we get home."

Saying no was completely an option but Doyun still wasn't taking it as an option. "Hm fine. Just let me change first when we get to my apartment then." God Doyun hated his stupid ego. Why can't he just admit his belly is full and anymore food would have a large chance of being lost in his bathroom toilet.

The drive home was uneventful. Doyun was playing a game on his phone in hopes to distract himself from the angry gurgles that were rippling across his guts.

Daniel pretended not to hear them, and just turned the radio up when a particularly loud noise would admit from his boyfriends stomach.

When they got home, Doyun walked into his closet and picked out the loosest pair of sweatpants he owned and a stole a baggy shirt from his boyfriends side of the closet. Taking off his clothes made Doyun realize how much damage he’d really done.

His belly was puffed out and taunt to the touch. Doyun’s belly was normally flat but now it looked like he was ready to hold a gender reveal party. Even the his boyfriend oversized shirt couldn’t hide his belly. He had to roll the sweatpants under his bloat after he almost gagged when they pressed tightly against him.

Sighing quietly Doyun rubbed his belly and whispered an apology. “Trust me, we’re never doing this again.”

“Come on babe, you don’t want it to melt do you!” Daniel called out from the living room.

Doyun was almost certain his boyfriend had caught on to his lies. He’d always been very observant and rarely did Doyun get away with a fib. To be honest Doyun didn’t care if Daniel believed him anymore. While eating the second piece of pie, Doyun noticed how turned Daniel looked.

Last time they attempted something like this Doyun got way too sick to continue any real action but dairy didn’t effect him the same way gluten did and Doyun was sure something real was bound to happen tonight.

Now giddy with excitement Doyun quickly left the room and met his boyfriend on the couch.

“Isn’t that my shirt?”

“If you’re gonna force me to eat a bunch of ice cream, you could at least let me wear your shirt.” Doyun rolled his eyes and placed himself on Daniel’s lap.

“I’m just kidding baby. You look adorable.” Daniel wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist. He almost gasped when he felt how bloated he was. “Are you sure you want to continue? Seems like you’ve already put your belly through enough.” He put his hand under the younger’s shirt and rubbed softly over the swollen skin.

“I’m sure babe.” Doyun leaned back into his embrace. “You and I both know how much you’ve been waiting for this.”

“Don’t tease me baby.” Daniel warned and pushed lightly into Doyun’s lower belly.

Doyun cringed as his stomach gurgled in protest. The poor thing didn’t even know the hell it was about to be subjected too.

He would have felt guilty if it weren’t for the spoon that was shoved into his mouth. He swallowed the ice cream quick as another spoonful was being pushed into his mouth almost directly after.

Only a few spoonfuls in and Daniel could feel as Doyun’s belly started to switch from it’s loud gurgling digestion noises to a low and deep rumble.

They were half way in when Doyun suddenly lurched forward with a loud and guttural burp. “Need a break.” Doyun moaned and put his hand against his belly.

“You still have so much to finish baby.” Daniel attempted to convince the younger but the green twinge that tinted his cheeks told him it was best he didn’t push much further.

“My belly really hurts.” Doyun whimpered and leaned down to lay his head against the couches arm.

“Do you want to cuddle for awhile and let some of it go down?” Daniel asked and positioned himself to lay behind the younger.

“Please, feels like it’s trying to come up.” Doyun admitted and scooted further into Daniel’s hold.

“Shhh baby. Just let it digest.” Daniel comforted and rubbed soothing circles around his belly. The sounds coming from the churning belly sounded like there was an angry bear thrashing his way through Doyun’s body and Daniel wasn’t sure where exactly it planned to come out through. No matter where Daniel placed his hand, he could still feel the upset rumbles wrecking havoc in his boyfriends gut.

They were cuddled on the couch for a good thirty minutes when Doyun’s stomach rumbled harshly and a bit of sick splashed into his mouth. He slapped his hand over his lips and shut up.

“Woah babe, what’s wrong?” Daniel got up and held the younger in place.

“Gonna puke.” Doyun mumbled through his closed lips.

“Oh shit, um okay come on let’s go to the bathroom.” Daniel quickly pulled his boyfriend up and ran them to the bathroom.

Doyun instantly pulled the seat open and retched harshly into the bowl. A thick sludge of artificial green coloring and apple pie chunks came splashing into the toliet. Another harsh gag sent Doyun almost face first into the toilet but thankfully Daniel grabbed him in time. He only had a few seconds to catch his breath before a third wave took over him. Doyun lost his balance and fell back into Daniel’s hold.

Daniel gently sat them down in front of the toilet. “It’s gonna be okay baby. I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

No amount of reassuring phrases could make the nausea less intense and Doyun felt himself start to become delirious with how sick he felt.

“Hurts, want it to sto-“ Doyun was cut off by an unexpected burp that brought up more of his stomach contents.

Daniel cringed as puke sprayed all over Doyun and the front of the toilet. It was only a second later when Doyun’s belly decided to gurgle up another large wave of sick. Daniel attempted to move the younger towards the toilet but he wasn’t fast enough and his arm was now covered in vomit.

“Didn’t mean to.” Doyun sobbed and dry heaved into the bowl.

Daniel rubbed the younger’s back with his good arm and kissed the back of his ear. “It’s alright baby, I know you’re not feeling good. Just let it out.”

They sat a few more minutes but Doyun’s belly seemed to settle down.

“I’m gonna start the shower. We can take a warm bath after, I just wanna get everything off first, okay baby?”

Doyun nodded and flushed the toilet. His stomach was somehow still slightly bloated despite him feeling empty at the moment. He didn’t feel nauseous anymore but his lower belly was still rumbling and it was only a matter of time till it sent him straight back to the toilet but for a different reason. He really was in for a long and messy night.

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At first I wanted this to be like a food poisoning type of fic but honestly i like stuffing style way more rn. Hope you enjoyed, thanks for reading! <3

-not proof read-

#belly ache #emeto #emeto kink #sickfics #tummy ache #nausea #belly rubs #doyun oc #daniel oc

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sadcupcake · 2 months ago

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Winchester in Mystic Falls Part 2

Stepping back into the Grill was like traveling back into time. Nothing had changed in the building or in the town as it seems, the ever present cliques are scattered around the Grill making conversations amongst themselves. My sister and what I assume are her friends are in a booth talking, they seem happy. Seeing her free to be happy talking with friends is like a slap in the face, seeing her have the life I could have had if it wasn't for her. Resentment and hate is all I can feel looking at her, at her life. To survive in this town long enough to finish my hunt getting along with my sister will be essential, which means playing the act of the good sister returned from the dead. I'll have to act like all the terrible things she put me through during our childhood are behind me. Like all of it doesn't matter anymore and that I'm just happy to be here with her again.

Apart of me wishes that was true. That I could forget everything she caused, the path she put my life on. To have a sister and to be happy. But I can't, I'll never be Elena Gilbert's sister. Besides I don't need her when I have my brothers. They may not be my blood brothers but they are more family than what Elena ever was to me.

Walking in I sit in an empty booth, No one has recognised me yet which is the only comfort I have remaining. My only upper hand right now is my ability to hide in a crowd. I still need to learn about this town, as I would any other on a hunt. The vampires living here must have human friends to blend in so well, finding these humans will lead to other vampires. To save this town I'll need to kill every last vamp in it.

Someone who looks familiar comes to take my order " what can I get for you?"

"just a burger and a coke thanks" I can't shake the feeling I know his face, wouldn't surprise me if we went to school together. Based on his interaction with me who ever he is he didn't get the same familiarity that I did.

I eat my burger while looking at my surroundings. The town seems to engrossed it it's own gossip to notice a new comer yet. My sister has what seems the biggest group here, two girls and three guys sitting with her. They seem to have switched from their happy demeanor to a more serious one now. Their voices are hushed and sharp, and their faces are contorting in all sorts of venomous ways. What I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall of their conversation right now. What ever it is I'm sure it won't matter to me anyways, My sister isn't the type of girl to involved with vampires.

After finishing my food I sit in my booth for a while longer pretending to read a book, not that I wouldn't prefer to actually be reading the book but you'd be surprised what kind of things people say and do when they think people aren't paying attention. So far I have noticed that the most of the people in Mystic falls are oblivious to what's actually going on. They are too carefree, no looking over their shoulders, no worrying when they'll be taken into the back alley and have their blood drained. My sister and her friends for sure something big going on in their lives, but not vampires. And lastly my attention kept going back to two men sitting at the bar, something about them not sitting quite right with me. My gut telling me something is up.

A blond girl gets up from her friends to go to the bathroom, the two guys get up to follow her. I follow them both waiting to see if they are just creeps, or hungry vamps. When they follow her into the female bathroom I follow in behind them. The first thing I see is one of the guys with his holding the girl, hand over her mouth so she won't scream and his head in her neck. Vampires, While the one feeding is distracted the one waiting not so patiently for his turn notices me. He must be thinking it's his lucky day by the smile on his face, a unlucky girl just so happens to wonder in when he's waiting to feed. Not so lucky for him this girl knows how to kill vampires.

I make quick work of the bystander, killing him quickly with a small wooden stake I had on me. I rip it from his chest eager to use it on his greedy friend. The other vamp still hadn't looked up from his victims neck, too consumed by the blood to even notice his friends death. Not that I think he would have cared all too much. Ripping him off the poor girl he finally notices me, he rushes me to the wall holding me against it with his strength.

"Run" I yell too the poor girl with blood running down her neck. She stumbles out of the bathroom as best she can. Turning my attention back to the hungry vampire I kick at his knees, knocking him off balance. Getting the upper hand while I can, I lunge towards him jabbing the stake into his chest as hard as I can. He falls to the ground dead and grey along side his friend.

Hoping that these vamps are new to town and that they don't have friends in this town already that will miss them I drag their bodies into the alley behind the Grill and into the dumpster. With any luck garbage day will be tomorrow, but I've never really been that lucky have I. Deciding walking back out into Grill with blood on my shirt may not be the best of ideas I continue down the alley way and head for my hotel. Today was more eventfully than I would have liked, but two vamps down is never a bad thing. Only god knows how many more to go.

After a much needed shower I look over the news reports Sam and Dean had put together for me. The animal attacks had made national news, apparently when one town has more animal attack deaths than the amount of deaths in the last decade put together in one year people tend to notice. The reports of the deaths have slowed down the longer they have been here, no doubt trying to avoid hunters coming or locals finding out. Too bad I'm already here, I won't stop until all the vampires of Mystic falls are dead.

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

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Sam and I were reading a newspaper article about this guy named Dustin, who died in very suspicious manner, when Dean comes outside, laughing and waving a wad of cash in the air. "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while." Sam remarked. "Hunting's our day job. And the pay is crap." Dean said. "Ain't that the truth." I grumbled as I look over the article.

"Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world, guys." Sam said.

"Well, let's see honest." Dean said as he holds out one hand. "Fun and easy." He holds out the other, and gestures that fun and easy outweighs honest. "It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do." Dean said to Sam. "Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked." Sam said and Dean shrugs. "Yeah, says you." He said then he looks over at me.

"We got a new gig or what?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes. "Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - not far from here. A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob." I said and Dean gives me a confused look.

"Human mad cow disease." Sam clears up. "Mad cow. Wasn't that on Oprah?" Dean asked and I looked over at him.

"You watch Oprah?" I asked and Dean, with a look of embarrassment, can't think of anything to say. "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less." Sam explains as I nod with him. "Okay, that's weird." Dean said. "Yeah. Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin' much nastier." I said.

"All right. Oklahoma." He said and we get into the car. "Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money." Dean grumbles as he starts to car. "But seriously...you watch Oprah?" I asked him as we drive off.

*****

Dean pulls up to the gas and power company then we get out of the car as we see a man standing outside. "Travis Weaver?" I called to him and he turns to us. "Yeah, that's right." He said, looking at us confused. "Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?" Dean asked him.

"Dustin never mentioned nephews or a niece." Travis said. "Oh, I'm actually his girlfriend." I said, quickly grabbing Sam's arm. Sam looks over at me but I give him a look that says go with it. He smiles and places an arm around my shoulder and holds me to his side.

"Anyway, their uncle always mentioned you. He said you were the greatest." I said as Sam said. "Yeah."

"Oh, he did? Huh." Travis said while I noticed Dean's eyes were narrowed as he looks at Sam and I. I raise an eyebrow at him then he let's out a sigh then turns to Travis. "Listen, we wanted to ask you... what exactly happened out there?" He asked and Travis looks down for a moment. "I'm not sure. He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh... by the time I got back..." he stops and swallows.

"What did you see?" I asked him.

"Nothin'. Just Dustin." Travis replied as he looks up at us.

"No wounds or anything?" Sam asked.

"Well, he was bleeding... from his eyes and his ears, his nose. But that's it." Travis replied as he looks between the three of us.

"So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?" I asked him, curiously l. "I don't know. That's what the doctors are sayin'." Travis said, shrugging. "But if it was, he would've acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control. You ever notice anything like that?" Sam asked him. "No. No way. But then again, if it wasn't some disease, what the hell was it?" Travis asked as he looks between us.

"That's a good question." Dean said as Sam takes his arm off of me. "You know, can you tell us where this happened?" Sam asked as he walks up to Travis. "Yeah." Travis said, nodding.

*****

A while later, we arrive at the scene of Dustin's death. The sinkhole is surrounded by police tape. "Huh. What do you think?" Dean asked as we look at the sinkhole. "I don't know. But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast." Sam said and we duck under the police tape and look into the hole with a flashlight.

"So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?" I asked them. "No, there'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside." Sam said. "Huh. Looks like there's only room for one. You guys wanna flip a coin?" Dean asked and I look over at him. "Dean, we have no idea what's down there." I said while Dean picks up a nearby coil of rope.

"All right, I'll go if you're scared. You guys scared?" Dean asked and I rolled my eyes as Sam said. "Flip the damn coin." Dean chuckles and takes a coin out of his pocket. "All right, call it in the air... chicken." He said and he flips the coin, but Sam catches it in midair.

"I'm going." Sam said.

"I said I'd go." Dean said and they began to fight and I sigh and roll my eyes. "Oh for God's sake, I'll go." I said and the boys look over at me.

"You sure?" They asked and I sighed again. "Yes...plus it'll shut you two up." I said as I begin to tie the rope around my waist.

"All right." Dean said, with worry.

"Don't drop me." I said to them and they nod as I make my way over to the sinkhole and began to look around.

*****

After examining the sinkhole, Sam examines the dead beetle, I found, in his hand while Dean drives the car then he looks over at me through the rearview mirror. "So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground." He said and I nodded. "There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there. You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it's usually dead meat, but..." I trailed off as I think.

"How many did you find down there?" Sam asked me while he continues to look over the beetle. "Ten." I replied. "It'd take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain." Dean said. "Well, maybe there were more." I said, shrugging.

"I don't know, it sounds like a stretch to me." Dean said, shaking his head and looking back out towards the road. "Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before." Sam said as we drive through town.

As we do this, I notice a sign for an open house, decorated with red balloons.

"What?" Sam said and I look over to see him looking at Dean, who was looking out towards the sign. "I know a good place to start." He said as we pass another sign, which reads, Models Open. New Buyers' BBQ Today! "I'm kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how 'bout you two?" Dean asked us. "I'm down for it." I said while Sam gives us a knowing look.

"What, we can't talk to the locals?" Dean asked him. "And the free food's got nothin' to do with it?" Sam asked, looking between us. "Of course not." Dean and I said in unison. "I'm a professional." Dean said and I nod in agreement then Sam let's out a scoff. "Right." He grumbles.

*****

We pull over and get out of the car. Then we begin walking down the street to the open house. "Growin' up in a place like this would freak me out." Dean said as he looks around the neighborhood. "Why?" I asked him. "Well, manicured lawns, How was your day, honey? I'd blow my brains out." He grumbles. "There's nothing wrong with normal." Sam said to him. "I'd take our family over normal any day." Dean said and I shake my head.

"Oh, tell me you don't dream of having that apple pie life?" I asked Dean. "Hell no. Don't tell me you do." Dean said and I look over at him and sigh. "I have my moments." I said and he looks at me in shock. It's true, there are times where I wish I did live a normal life. Sometimes I wonder what I'd be doing if I wasn't a hunter:

Would I be in college?

Would I be single or with someone?

Would both of my parents be proud of me?

Hell....would I even know Dean or Sam?

*****

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and a man answers the door. "Welcome." The man greets. "This the barbeque?" Dean asked. "Yeah, not the best weather, but...I'm Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are... ?" Larry said as he looks around at us. "Dean. This is Sam and (y/n)." Dean greets and we shake Larry's hand.

"Sam, Dean, and (y/n) good to meet you. So, you three are interested in Oasis Plains?" Larry asked us. "Yes, sir." Dean said, nodding.

"Let me just say - we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation." Larry said and I just realize what he is trying to say.

"They're brothers..." I said as I gesture towards the brothers then I grab Sam's arm. "We're the ones that are together." I said, smiling, and Sam nods. I look over at Dean and see him rolling his eyes in annoyance while Larry was slightly embarrassed.

"Their father is getting on in years, and we're just lookin' for a place for him." I said to Larry. "Great, great. Well, seniors are welcome, too. Come on in." Larry said then he takes us outside to the backyard where there were lots of people walking around, chatting and eating.

*****

"You said you were the developer?" Sam asked Larry "Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We're the first family in Oasis Plains." He explains as we walk over to a woman.

"This is my wife, Joanie." He introduced and she smiles at us. "Hi there." She said. "Hi." The three of us said and we shake her hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Joanie said, smiling. "Sam, (y/n) and Dean." Larry said. "Pleasure." Joanie said, nodding her head towards us. "Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses." Larry said to her. "Right." She said and they laugh.

"Gentlemen and lady, will you excuse me?" Larry said and he leaves. "Don't let his salesman routine scare you. This really is a great place to live." Joanie said to us when a very energetic woman approaches us. Her black hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Hi, I'm Lynda Bloome, head of sales." She greets. "And Lynda was second to move in. She's a very noisy neighbor, though." Joanie teased and then she leaves.l while Lynda laughs. "She's kidding, of course. I take it you three are interested in becoming homeowners." Lynda said.

"Well..."

"Y-yeah, well..."

"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or...sexual orientation." Lynda said and I began to chuckle a bit. "Right. Um...I'm gonna go talk to Larry." I said then I look between the boys. "Okay, honeys?" I said then I smacked both of their asses as I walked away and give a sway to my hips.

****

Inside the house, Larry leads me back down the stairs, finishing up the tour. I gotta say this place is really nice. "You've got three choices - carpet, hardwood, and tile." Larry said to me and I nod but look over and noticed a jar full of bugs on a nearby table.

"Whoa. Someone likes bugs." I said, shocked. "My son - he's into insects. He's very... inquisitive." Larry said and it seemed that he was annoyed by this.

*3rd Person POV*

"Who can say no to a steam shower? I use mine everyday." Lynda said as her and the brothers were standing outside of the house. "Sounds great." Sam said, uninterested, while Dean just thinks about what happened a few moments ago. He couldn't help but think about when (y/n) slapped his ass and the way she swayed her hips when she walked away. It made Dean's heart beat faster and made him swallow the large lump in his throat.

Which made Dean wonder, did he really have feelings (y/n)? He always thought she was very attractive and he always thought she was a good person but the more time they've spent together, the more this feeling he's held for her has been growing and growing each day. But he's been a worried and scared to even say anything to her cause he figured she doesn't hold any feelings towards him. So he had been keeping it bottled up but everyday it's been getting harder and harder to hide it.

****

While Lynda continues talking, Sam notices a tarantula crawling towards her hand, which is resting on a table. A few feet away, a young boy was watching excitedly. "Excuse me." Sam said and he pushes Lynda out of the way and picks up the spider, bringing it over to young man.

"Is this yours?" Sam asked him and the boy takes the spider from him. "You gonna tell my dad?" The boy asked Sam and Dean. "I don't know. Who's your dad?" Dean asked him and the boy scoffs. "Yeah, Larry usually skips me in the family introductions." He mutters. "Ouch. First name basis with the old man - sounds pretty grim." Dean said.

"Well, I'm not exactly brochure material." The boy said.

"Well, hang in there. It gets better, all right? I promise." Sam said. "When?" The boy asked when suddenly, Larry shouts. "Matthew."

They turn to see Larry and (y/n) walking towards them. "I am so sorry about my son and his... pet." Larry said to the boys. "It's no bother." Sam said. "Excuse us." Larry said and he walks away with Matt.

"Remind you of somebody?" Sam asked Dean and they look over at Larry, who is yelling at Matt. Dean looks back at him, confused. "Dad?" Sam said. "Dad never treated us like that." Dean said. "Well, Dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember?" Sam asked him. "Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"Right. Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bowhunting." Sam said. "Bowhunting's an important skill." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "Whatever." Sam grumbles and (y/n) looks over at the boys. "Okay, boys. Calm down....wouldn't want to attract any attention." She said and the boys look over at her.

"Right, right. How was your tour?" Sam asked her. "Oh, it was excellent. I'm ready to buy." She said and Sam and Dean laugh. "So, Sam, you might be onto somethin'. Looks like Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here." She said.

"What happened?" The boys asked. "About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this severe allergic reaction to bee stings." (Y/n) replied.

"More bugs." The boys said and she nods. "More Bugs." She said.

*(y/n)'s POV*

While Sam drives through the neighborhood, Dean looks through their father's journal while I was sitting in the backseat. "You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" I asked them. "Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations." Sam said. "Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity." I said. "Yeah, me neither." Sam said.

"Same here. Maybe they're being controlled somehow. You know, by something or someone." Dean said. "You mean, like Willard?" Sam asked. "Yeah, bugs instead of rats." Dean said.

"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals - elementals, telepaths." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, that whole Timmy-Lassie thing." Dean said then he thinks for a second and realizes something.

"Larry's kid - he's got bugs for pets." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "Matt?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula." Sam said. "You think he's our Willard?" I ask them. "I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess." Sam said, shrugging.

"Ooh, hey. Pull over here." Dean said and Sam pulls into the empty driveway of one of the Oasis Plains homes. "What are we doing here?" I asked them while Dean gets out of the car. "It's too late to talk to anybody else." Dean said.

"We're gonna squat in an empty house?" Sam asked him. "I wanna try the steam shower. Come on." Dean said but Sam and I don't move.

"Come on!" Dean shouts and Sam and I look at each other. Reluctantly, Sam pulls the car into the garage and Dean closes it.

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On Grief and Loneliness (Excerpts From My Journal Since My Dad Died)

content warning: grief, loneliness, family member death, family member illness, suicidal ideation, existential crisis, loss of childhood home, animal death (nothing particularly graphic; just being thorough)

December 26, 2022

One month later… I miss him. That’s all there is to it, really. The immediate trauma of it all–seeing his face every time I close my eyes, hearing myself call out to him–has passed for the most part. Now it just feels like there is this empty space in my life. I keep half expecting to see a text or missed call from him, keep wanting to check in, even though I know he’s not there. Going back home and having him not be there… I try not to think too long or hard about it. It’s been a lot of that lately, just choosing not to think too much about it.

Christmas was low-key. I didn’t feel much of the magic of the holidays. Part of that is just because of getting older, I think. Next year, I want to be more festive. I just want to live life to the fullest to the extent that I can. I know my dad would be proud of me no matter what, so now I just want to make a life that I can be proud of, too.

I’ve had a few moments (or days) of really bad anxiety/depression, feeling like nothing is going right and it’s not worth it to keep trying, but I keep going, still. I am trying to be present and feel things as deeply as I can, especially the good things, and hopefully, I can find a balance between burying my sadness and feeling it to the point where I feel hopeless.

January 14, 2023

Often, grief is found in the little things, just like joy or love. I drink his tea and remember making it for him when he couldn’t do it himself, when standing was too difficult, when I was desperate for him to have something in his stomach. A splash of milk and a spoonful of honey or sometimes sugar. How he said I made it extra sweet. How I was adding as much milk, honey, and sugar as I could get away with, trying to give him as much energy and strength as I could. How he would fall asleep waiting for it to cool. How I had to remind him to drink. Reheating it again and again. The desperation those mugs held. Now, it is warm and comforting.

March 17, 2023

My dad loved Ireland and Boston and the town we lived in (all the places he was from). He loved rock music. He loved hiking. He loved stamps and antiques and magic tricks. He loved pizza and sushi and steak, lobster rolls and burgers and desserts. (He really loved food. He even liked trying vegetarian options and eating them with me.) He loved cats and dogs and owls. He loved people; he saw the good in everyone. He loved my sister and me. And we love him.

March 24, 2023

The wind is loud, and everyone is safe inside their homes, and I am safe, too, but this doesn’t feel like home.

June 14, 2023

It hits me that I’ve lost so much all at once– a family member, a home, so many things that used to be mine. I’ve lived so many places that it feels impossible to settle in, to feel secure. So much of my life has been spent on the outside, always feeling like an afterthought, never a first choice, and I wonder if I’ve ever belonged anywhere.

June 15, 2023

I’m not a holiday person. At some point, I realized that assigning too much meaning to one particular day is a great way to end up disappointed. It doesn’t matter what I think, though. Every calendar will still tell me what I’m meant to be celebrating, or what someone is meant to be celebrating who believes in something I don’t. I don't believe in much, actually. That never felt more true than after my father died. I told my mom I don't believe anything happens to people when they die, that I think they are just gone, and she cried. I don't cry much, either, especially not when other people do. I cry because I’m frustrated, because I’m stressed, because I’m tired. I cried when my dad died, but not as often as I felt I should in the days that followed. I know grief is individual and no way of grieving is right or wrong or normal. That doesn’t make me feel any less alone when my grief isn’t crying, isn’t seeing signs of him or talking to him, because to me, he isn’t there. He is gone. My grief is anger. It’s frustration that I will never see him again. It’s missing him, and it’s aching, and it’s emptiness. It’s a hole in my life where he used to be. It's the time I spent on phone calls now allotted to something else. It’s one less text message to send, one less person to tell stories to. It's the unsettling feeling that my life has already been the best it will ever be, because he will never be in it again. It's listening to songs and looking at photos and feeling something that doesn’t feel like enough. It's wanting to comfort the other people who lost him because they are sadder than I am. It's having regrets about how it all happened and then realizing it’s pointless to feel that way because it’s over. There's no changing any of it, only learning from it. And feeling like nothing matters because everyone I know will die, and I will die, and what’s the point of anything anyway. I'm terrified to forget anything about him. I write down every memory that comes up so I won't lose it. I hold tightly to the things he gave me and the things I have of his. I am halfway waiting for it to hit me, to feel some overwhelming wave of sadness, too late for anyone to understand it, but I also think maybe it will never come.

July 13, 2023

Grief spirals outward. Hope spirals inward. But I don’t want the grief to lessen. It makes me feel real. It makes me feel human.

August 26, 2023

Buyer beware–I don’t believe in ghosts, but the last two owners died in this house, and I know a part of me will live here forever.

September 1, 2023

Four bedrooms. Four names in permanent marker on the workbench in the basement, four letters each. Four cats buried out back by the property line.

December 4, 2023

A year passes, and every change creates a new version of me that he’ll never know, and how different can I become before I’m no longer the person he knew at all?

May 15, 2024

I feel like I’m cursed to forever be running in this race where no matter how hard I try, how fast I move, I will always be in second place (if even that). Never the first choice, never the favorite. They think they know what loneliness is, but they are discussing it with each other while I watch from afar. I can grow and reach and try and try and try, but I will never be enough.

May 19, 2024

How am I supposed to be a grown adult but still have the same feelings as when I was a child? Is this just going to be my entire life, never feeling like anyone actually cares about me? I don’t want to give up on people, but I am so fucking tired of trying and never getting what I want in return.

July 2, 2024

I’ve tried to make it sound pretty, tried to make it sound wise, twisted and turned the words around in my head, but I can only come back to: the only person who ever made me their first choice is dead and gone forever. And I don’t know how to make that sound nice.

#resurrecting the what kate wrote tag because i basically had an 'oh.' moment where i realized that the reason my loneliness has been #even more crushing than usual is that i no longer have the one person who made me feel like i was his favorite person #which should've been obvious but it took me a year and a half to put it together so yeah #and i just thought maybe this will resonate with someone. maybe it will mean something to someone. or maybe not.#either way i think we should all post more of our emotional ramblings on tumblr. because why not.#anyway i'm off to throw up over the concept of being vulnerable goodbye now #wkw*

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