#i've been doing that but have better ideas for it now after my walk yesterday

[hislittleraincloud]

Still writing Jairo (and Wyler...🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢), and basking in it.

I'm in pain and my dog had another seizure this morning. Gave him his meds and he's sleeping now, which is what I want to be and will be, since I want to go back to being a Night Owl.

Re: Jairo, I had completely forgotten that I had written a weird foot thing with them. I was probably high. But it (so far) didn't involve her feet, but his. 💀

But that's not what I'm working on. It's the Day of Return to Classes that I'm writing and UVC Cairo has been fkd ten times through Sunday by that point and she is... almost recklessly horny. And she has a new phone. How will she ever survive her midterm testing? How will Jon survive her insatiable appetite as she sits and taunts him from her desk? 💩

Maybe you'll find out. 🫴🏽🎀💕✨

[bloodlineee1]

Your mine.

pairing: Roman Reigns x reader.

warnings: smut minors dni 18+

plot: y/n has been getting close with Damien priest and her toxic ex/boyfriend(it's complicated) doesn't like that at all.

disclaimer: this is my first fic so bare with me lmaaooaoa

"no way you said that" I gasped.

talking to Damien Priest is always unpredictable right now he's telling me the story of the bar fight he got into last night.

"I swear" he laughs.

"so then what happened?" I laugh.

"so he stands up and-" he stops and looks over my shoulder.

I turn around and see Jimmy walking towards us.

"hey, sis.....priest" Jimmy puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead before mugging Damien.

"hi Jon" I smile and hug him.

"Roman wants to see you in his locker room" he whispers in my ear.

"right now?" I question.

"yes right now" he mocks me.

"well he's gonna have to wait, Priest is telling me a story" I roll my eyes and turn back towards Damien.

"It's okay go, I'll tell you the story later" he smiles.

"Are you sure?" I question.

"yeah, yeah I'll see you later anyways" he nudges my shoulder.

"Okay, I'll see you tonight." I smile.

we start walking towards Romans locker room and I already know I'm in trouble I've been pissing him off for 2 weeks I blocked him on everything, I've been going out after every show, I've been posting revealing photos because I know he's watching some how and I've been avoiding him but he deserves it after the shit he pulled.

"what y'all got a date or something?" he lifts one brow.

"Don't worry about it nosey" I walk faster.

"Roman ain't gonna like the fact that his girl going on a date" he catches up and shakes his head.

"I stopped being his girl a while ago and you better not tell him because I know you told him I was with priest yesterday" I smack his arm.

"I ain't say shit" he sucks his teeth and rubs his arm.

"you didn't tell him?" i tilt my head.

"hell nah I ain't tell him" he says obviously lying.

"then who told him?" i question.

"oh shit we're already here" he pushes me into the locker room and closes the door.

"Jon-" I yell.

roman looks up from his phone and I can see in his eyes I'm in huge trouble.

"Wise man, leave us" he says still staring into my soul.

"yes sir" Paul basically runs out of the locker room.

"pussy" I mumble.

"I heard you've been real friendly lately"

"I heard you've been in my business" I reply smartly.

"you are my business" he stands up.

"I haven't been your business since you decided getting your dick wet was worth our relationship" I roll my eyes.

"how many times do I have to tell you I didn't fuck her shes lying" he raises his voice.

"even if you didn't you still gave her the idea that she could" I yell.

"I told you this before that wasn't my intention you know your the only one that gets my dick wet" he smirks and put his hands on my waist.

"Whatever" I try not to smile.

"You been giving my pussy to Priest?"

"This is not your pussy anymore so it's none of your business if I have"

"Don't fucking play with me, You've been giving my pussy away?" he grabs me by the neck.

i smile.

"you smiling?".

"I guess Damien just has that effect on me" I test him.

"oh yeah" he puts his hand in my gear.

"mhm" I moan when he starts to play with my overly sensitive clit that missed him so much.

"Damien makes your pussy this wet?" he rubs his nose on my cheek.

"ah...uhuh" I chuckle.

"get on your fucking knees," he says obviously done with my antics.

"or what" I push a little more.

"don't be a fucking brat you already in trouble, I said get on your fucking knees" he grabs my hair, pulling Me Down to my knees.

testing his patience is my favorite thing to do.

"take it out" he says sternly with no room for arguments.

I untie the drawstring on his sweatpants and pull them down with his boxers, his dick springs out begging for attention that I'm not ready to give him just yet so I sit there and I stare.

"I'm really not in the mood for your fucking games you know what to do stop fucking playing with me or you won't cum for a week test me if you want to" he grabs me by the hair and lifts my head so I'm looking right at him.

"threats?" i ask mischievously.

"promises, baby girl, promises now be a good girl and open up that pretty mouth of yours" he taps my face.

I kiss his tip then I open my mouth and take him as deep as I can tasting his sweet pre-cum on my tongue.

"that's it, just like that" he groans.

I take it out of my mouth and stroke him so I can catch my breath.

"stop playing with it, you know better" he grabs my hair again he loves grabbing my hair and I love it even more.

I take him back into my mouth and he wastes no time fucking my throat aggressively not letting me up for air.

"you think he can fill your throat like this? huh?"

i look up at him with my glossy eyes begging him to slow down.

"oh please you know your enjoying this you love getting me this angry don't you?"

i moan.

"oh shit, fuck i'm gonna cum fuck" he moans before cumming in my mouth.

i look into his eyes before swallowing his cum.

"good girl" he kisses me.

i smile at him.

"my turn?" I look at him begging for a release but I know he's not gonna let me cum because he's a fucking psycho.

"don't look at me like that you know your not cumming after the shit you been pulling for two weeks." he dismisses my plea wiping my face with a warm towel.

"wha- that's no fair" I gasp.

"oh its not fair?" he grabs my titty.

"no stop don't touch me if your not gonna let me cum" I push him away.

"mhm I'll handle that attitude later but for right now clean yourself up you have a match in 20 and after that tell priest its over" he smacks my ass.

"it never started we're just friends" I laugh.

"better be, you're mine" he grabs me by the neck and kisses me before I walk into his private bathroom to get ready.

[nonbinarywannabepreggo]

The last few days have been enough. After a particularly nasty fight, tomorrow will be our first morning together. Almost a whole week. But our bodies can't handle being so much apart. You came inside me in my building's hallway a few days. Yesterday, we fucked until we were dripping not only cum, but sweat. I was extremely wet from all the things you were saying about me being a good girl. You groped and sucked so much my titties that they are bruised. They are sore. I understand it's all in the path of correcting the mistakes of chopping my tiddies off. I am begging him to give lactation supplements to me, to buy gell estrogen and spread on my breasts. You said you'll keep marking them so I can't ever walk around without a shirt again. You said they already grew. Today I was supposed to do T. I won't. Maybe ever again, because my fiancé might like my feminine form better. I told him I would only full Detrans while pregnant, and he said there might be no going back from seeing the woman and tasting her. I was called several times by my birth name. We talked extensively about his current heterosexual status. How he gets off from returning females to their nature of birthing and nurturing.

You made me swallow your cum then stuffed me with cum so thick It wouldn't even drip down. I tried to make a pact with him, that he would breed me everytime I was able to cum only from taking dick like a girl, without stimulating my clit after I removed the IUD. You said you'd think about it. Today is the first medical step into my detransition. I should go off of T for at least a few years. I'm eager to get my periods and cramps, to have my breasts grow. I was stealth before, but now? I've already gotten fatter, and now I want to. The fat will be distributed even more among my ass and legs, making my already thick thighs and wide birthing hips even bigger. I am already so dysphoric. The only cure is to take dick and cum and realize that is my duty. I know I will detransition and retransition, all at your will. You'll cater to your pleasure. Today, my titties are sore because I wasn't a good girl and tried to get rid of them and you punished me for It. Right now, I'm wet thinking about what you'll do to me. I know there is no god because If there were, I'd be pregnant already. I want so much to be detransed by breeding and, most of all, I want to breastfeed. I want drippy tits, engorged with milk, veiny and so womanly. You think you're doing something by having me stop T. You have no idea what's like when I'm ovulating. I will be so over you, and your body will know that is time to inseminate me. The pheromones will beg you not to pull out. Your breeding instinct will prevail. You're having second thoughts about me getting the IUD removed, so I'll see to remember you how good it felt the first time he willingly bred me. I wish that seed had taken.

I am not just a woman, I'm your bimbo. I will fatten until you're satisfied with my tiddies.

[empressofthewind]

Hey there, Meronia fan! Do you mind if I ask for Meronia fics recs? And, do you have any fav ships (from any fandom) that the dynamics remind you of Mello/Near?

You can't imagine, how excited I am to find your blog. Let's just say in my older anime/manga group who love Death Note mostly ship Lawlight & Matt/Mello, anti Meronia and are Near haters. So when I said I love Meronia, some blocked me and said I was the weird one. So, I never said it again. But now, after I got out from that group I feel better. Then finding your blog with amazing Mello and Near's metas, I'm so happy! Thanks for your blog...

Thank you very much!!! I'm so happy to hear this :-) in my experience most people on Tumblr are pretty normal about Meronia, and it's SO easy to block/filter users who aren't.

Unfortunately re: ships with similar dynamics, I can't think of any off the top of my head, but I'll put this post in the ship tag; I'm sure someone else will have an answer!! In terms of fic recs, I've actually set up my bookmarks page on AO3 to function like a rec list. I have 36 fics there each with a little blurb and I'm constantly updating it, so hopefully a decent amount that you haven't read! I'll pick 10 of them to link here for easy access (ordered by rating in case you can't/don't want to read the mature ones):

the roof by @lightningblade | 3692 words | Rated T

This is a college AU focused on the development of Mello and Near's relationship through a series of encounters on a rooftop. The writing is GORGEOUS, the progression is masterfully done, and it removes the element of the rivalry without removing the core of what makes Meronia such a great ship! There's also a companion piece up as of yesterday which I'm still recovering from (very very positive).

Dear Mello by @tzviaariella | 4158 words | Rated T

This fic is written during the canon timeline through a series of emails. It's an AU where Mello survives, originally written for the 2023 Meronia Zine but also posted on AO3 (which is what I've linked here). The format is really creative and I'm OBSESSED with the way Mello and Near's dynamic is written. The petty back-and-forth is very entertaining and in-character, and there's a certain familiarity and fondness underlying it that I adore. There are also a few artworks throughout which is a nice treat!!

How to Get Any Guy to Fall in Love with You by Sick_head_Sweet_heart | 7025 words | Rated T

This one has such a late-2000s fandom classic feel to it that I'm surprised it's only a few years old??? It's set at Wammy's House, in which Matt gives Near advice on how to make Mello fall in love with him. The dynamic is insanely cute and I'm obsessed with the way Matt and Near's friendship is characterised here. Them scheming together is something I need more of in fics!!

The Mihael Factor by spiritcrimson | 16 chapters | Rated T

One of the longest completed works I've ever read for Meronia and I have been DYING to find something like this ever since. It's a talent agent x singer AU, and it's literally everything I could have asked for in a longfic. A unique idea, compelling progression and a fun antagonistic dynamic that blossoms into a really sweet romance. It's a slowburn but it doesn't drag on at all, and the ending is SO well worth the wait.

3 + 1 by @squidish | 2423 words | Rated T

x + 1 fics are a favourite trope of mine, as is the general concept of Mello and Near behaving inappropriately in the workplace, and this one combines both of those perfectly. The premise is 3 times Mello and Near got walked in on by one of the SPK members, and 1 time they were caught by the whole group. The writing is SO delightful and there are several lines in this that are permanently lodged in my brain. I find humour in writing immensely difficult to pull off so I'm always in awe of authors who can integrate it naturally, and squidish's writing is a great example of that! (Worth noting that this one is slightly more mature than the other T-rated fics here, so I've put it closer to the M & E section; however the smut scenes are not explicit)

it's friday, i'm in love by @neallo | 2676 words | Rated M

You could read literally anything by neallo and it's guaranteed to be good, but to keep this list short, I've included one angsty fic and one lighthearted fic so you can pick the vibe. This one is more lighthearted, and it depicts a very tender moment in which Mello shows up at Near's door drunk and dances with him in the kitchen. This is a prequel to a bigger AU focusing on a casual relationship between them, but it also holds up as a standalone fic! It's unbearably sweet and there are many lines in there that made me audibly laugh.

Speculation on Demisexual Sex Drive by SayHiDestery | 4069 words | Rated M

The smut scene in this fic is so intimate and perfect, I'm melting just thinking about it. It's an established relationship fic in which Near has PTSD and has certain struggles with intimacy, and Mello guides him through it. It's quite slow-paced and takes its time to linger on the small details, which I absolutely adore, and the writing itself is vivid and beautiful. It also features demisexual Near!!

Winning the Game by clearmain | 4134 words | Rated E

This one is a PWP set mid-canon, immediately after the raid on the SPK. I'm a huge sucker for bold & bratty Near and that's EXACTLY what this fic serves. The way this introduces elements of rivalry and competition into their relationship is excellent and makes this fic feel faithful to their canon dynamic. It's a compelling push-pull with an open but hopeful ending that very succinctly captures the complexities of their relationship.

A Certain Hush by BlueberryAsh | 5434 words | Rated E

One of the first fanfics I read for Meronia and I'm not exaggerating when I say it changed my life. This fic has had SUCH a massive influence on the way I view and write the ship. It's a little glimpse into Mello and Near's relationship immediately after getting together. It's really cute and sweet in a way that feels authentic to the characters, and I'm incredibly impressed by the way it manages to give just enough backstory for their relationship to make sense without getting caught up in the details. Genuinely a masterpiece!

i want to hold you (hostage) by @neallo | 4 chapters | Rated E

The aforementioned angsty neallo fic! This one is an exes AU set during the canon timeline, and it is, as you can imagine, a very fraught dynamic done SO incredibly well. The tension is absolutely delicious and there are earnest moments littered throughout that are guaranteed to have you tearing up. Brilliant setup, brilliant writing, brilliant dynamic; just an absolutely stellar fic on all counts!!

[mcflymemes]

RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS FOR POST-BREAKUP MAKEUPS *  assorted dialogue for couples who want to try again

i never stopped thinking about you.

i didn't realize how good i had it until you were gone.

you were always on my mind.

so... what are we?

what we had was perfect.

i should have begged you to stay.

do you regret how it happened?

i want to keep trying. for us.

i replay our final argument in my head all the time.

after all this time? really?

i made a lot of mistakes. i said things i wish i could take back.

i didn't think you'd keep that.

i never forgot that night.

why do you keep looking at me like that?

you have no idea what you do to me.

for a while i saw other people, but none of them were you.

of course i remembered. how could i forget?

this place always makes me think of you.

i'm not giving up on what we had.

can we even go back to the way it used to be?

i haven't been back there since our first date.

of course i kept it. it reminds me of you.

i can't breathe without you.

i had a ring and everything.

no one ever made an impact like you did.

you were really one in a million.

i tried dating. i just couldn't get you out of my head.

i never fell out of love with you.

you were so good to me, and i blew it.

do you want to go out on a date? see what happens?

i really messed things up, didn't i.

i wish i could take it all back.

i've always loved you. always.

nothing feels right since you left.

the sight of you leaving is burned into my brain.

do you have regrets?

you sound like you're still in love with me.

would you ever consider taking me back?

i never moved on. not for a minute.

it was always you.

that didn't change how i feel.

i'll be better this time. i've learned from my mistakes.

i feel like i haven't seen you in ages.

you think you can just walk back into my life and act like nothing happened?

maybe i'm still in love with you.

you're everything to me. you always have been.

i never should have said that. i regret it all.

we're different people now.

what if we tried being friends?

i haven't smiled since you left me.

everything got colder when you left.

you could move back in with me, you know.

i still want you just as badly as i did back then.

what's your favorite memory from before?

i can still feel your touch as if it were yesterday.

you didn't deserve the way i treated you. i should have been better.

i'm sorry for everything. i really am.

we needed space. we were never going to work.

i missed you. more than you know.

could we try again? for old times' sake?

maybe this time we'll get it right.

you weren't there for me when i needed you.

they always said we were the perfect couple.

could i move back in?

do you still love me?

we both made mistakes.

the world lost its color when you left me.

how many years has it been since we ended things?

maybe we were meant to be together after all.

i never want to let you go. not again.

things didn't work out with them.

they think i'm still in love with you.

i said your name once. in bed.

i can't function without you.

[harryxmarvel]

Shatter my soul ~ Part - 2

Summary : Harry has been suffering from an addiction and y/n decides to take time for herself or based on this ask

Pairing: rockstarboyfried!Harry x reader!y/n

Warnings: Angst

My masterlist

Read part 1 here

I love you and I've loved you since the day I met you. I'm sorry i couldn't realise how to be better for you for us when you were here. You were the only one who struck by me through it all and now I'd do the same for you but there are some truths you need to know before. I swore to be honest and I wanna be that way with you because that's the least you deserve.

All those your friends tell you they hate me but they spend the nights you are out in my bed. I had no recollection of the first time it happened. After a particular hars session I was high and drunk i thought it was you but when she showed back two days later I didn't stop it. I should have I knew I should have but I didn't and I don't know why I didn't.

I don't even remember what happened the night before because I was that high. It think I needed osme kind of relief that the drugs couldn't give me or maybe i wanted to hurt you. I'm an arrogant son of a bitch and you shouldn't be with someone like me. You should be with someone who would treat you well and take care of you like you deserve to be. Everyone taught us to chase money for happiness but they have no idea what losing happiness is an that's what's I felt when you left me. The last ounce of happiness walking out of my life leaving me with nothing and I wanted it back because it was everything to be an di didn't even know it until I lost it.

But i was never that kind of happiness to you. You loved doing you job, you lived little things around you that brought you happiness but I wasn't one of them because all I ever did was hurt you.

I wish there will be a day when I get to the place to be someone you deserve. I'll come find you if I ever become worthy of loving you. Untill then if that ever happens I wish you all the happiness because that is all you deserve in this cruel world.

I will always love with my whole heart y/n.

Love, your H

*

I love sunsets, the beautiful hues of colours filling the cloudy sky. Driving out to the suburbs and watching the chemtrails with her little brother every weekend was y/n's favourite thing.

"Harry called me yesterday" he says as he munches his waffles they got on the way.

"He wished me for my birthday and asked about you" he says as he side eyes her trying to see her reaction.

Nate's birthday was ten days earlier but y/n did give harry credit that he had called.

It had been almost a year since she moved away from New York. All she had there were haunting memories she wished to forget. The sun sets as they sit on the back of the truck eating the food. After reading the letter y/n knew what she had to do. And that was to get away from there as soon as possible.

She couldn't believe she had trusted people who would do this behind her back. Y/n thought moving back home would help her mend her broken heart but after weeks of crying over the betrayal and hurt she was numb.

Harry was her home. She doesn't even remember her life before him. 11years through thick and thin all for nothing. She moved out on her own after three months and adopted a puppy to keep her company. She doesn't know she would ever get over him. Would people ever get over their first love. She didn't know but she knew it will be better. It's going to get better.

Harry had been clean since their breakup and she couldn't be more proud of him. They hadn't talked or seen each other in a year. All y/n knew was she was miserable without him. After reading the letter y/n had disappeared from all of her friends life and while they were worried and had spammed her phone like they care she never replied. How do you trust someone when every single person you had trusted had backstabbed you?

*

The city was beautiful after a rain. A chill in the air making harry hug his coat tighter as he walks around. He had been doing well. His next album was ready to be released in few weeks, he was clean for almost two years but the hole in his heart didn't seem to be mending. It only grew bigger every day he was away from her. He knew she wouldn't forgive him. He also knew she was it for him but now it has all gone the drain and he has to live the rest of his life without her.

He stops to get a coffee and his eyes spots a familiar face in the corner her beautiful laugh echoing through the cafe. He spots a blond guy sitting opposite to her and his heart sinks further. Right as he was about to leave y/n's eyes meets his and a smile grazes her features and Harry returns it as y/n turns her focus back to the guy she was talking. Harry is about to walk away when y/n gets up nodding at the guy before hurriedly walking out.

"Hi Harry" she starts and Harry engulfs her in a hug which y/n happily hugs back. God knows she missed his hugs. They just made her feel like she was finally home and safe

"god....I missed you so much, how have you been?" he asks a little hesitant.

"I'm all good, created a whole new life. think I needed the change..." She ends nothing wanting to sound like it was all his fault.

"I'm really really sorry y/n... you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I just can't believe-"

"h, it's okay. I've forgiven you a long time ago." y/n cuts in much to Harry's surprise to hear she had forgiven him. " so how have you been?"

"I have been good, pulled my life together. been sober for almost two years now."

"that's really great to hear h, im so proud of you" y/n says and Harry nods with a smile. It's a little silent as they both decide how to go further from this. harry was in over his head about losing her again because that is what he deserves after everything so he was ready to bid goodbye and leave her life for good but y/n spoke up before him "You wanna grab a coffee?" she asks pointing towards the cafe.

harry was glad to hear y/n still wanted him in her life and vows to never break her trust again and to win back her trust no matter what and y/n on the other hand is ready to try to mend their broken relationship. it will be slow progress but as they sit there laughing as they share their life like they used to they both knew that they will be okay.

A/n : I know you guys wanted Harry to beg to take him back but I made this as them realising they were meant for each other. And the begging gave me another idea for a one shot so see you there. Thanks for the ask anon 🫶🏻

[jellybeanium124]

pathetic vent post lol

so the thursday before last, one of my coworkers told me she's quitting bc she got a job in the field she wants to have a career in. I was happy for her and told her so, but I also felt kind of sad, because she's a woman close in age to me and I've been thinking we could be friends if I wasn't technically her boss for a little while now. so finally near the end of our shifts (we were closing) I buck up and ask if her she'd want to exchange contact info and stay in touch and hang out after she left.

and y'all she looked so happy and excited to be asked that. absolutely 0 hints that her delighted response wasn't genuine. so she puts her number in my phone, and even takes a silly picture for the contact pic, and I send a test text and she responds to confirm it's her correct number.

on monday I text her about hanging out later in the week, with ideas. on tuesday I text her again, with new ideas if she didn't like my first ones. I didn't mean to double text two days in a row.

nothing.

I wait till yesterday and send her one last text, explaining that I really do wanna be friends, I am more chill outside of work and she's only seen Work Nina if that's what she's worried about, but that I don't wanna bother her.

it's been over 24 hours now, and nothing. part of me wonders if she changed her mind and blocked my number.

it's just really disheartening because I've had another person string me along and then not respond/continually cancel on me pretty recently. after my college friend group broke up thanks to the serial sexual predator (which is a whole nother story, dw he didn't do anything to me, in fact he refused to talk to me the first time we met when I introduced myself and tried to make polite small talk, and I realized several months later that he didn't engage with me at all because he didn't wanna fuck me 🙃) things have been kind of dire in the irl friends department and it's sad and pathetic and I thought finally here was a girl I really connected with, and she liked gossiping with me at work, and she seemed really really excited at the possibility of being real friends with me, and then nope... not a single response to any of my texts. zip nada zilch.

it's just hard... I was basically socially rejected by everyone in my film program at my uni, then I finally started to make friends at the jewish club and a serial predator with an apartment full of guns who sells stolen lego sets on ebay and does cocaine ruins that, and then I'm at work and now that I'm a manager I'm the boss of most people there and I wouldn't be close friends with most of them anyways and the one girl who I think I could be really close friends with fucking ghosts me after I was brave enough to ask if she'd wanna be friends. it's been like five straight years of rejection for me. I always had friends in k-12, I wasn't a "popular kid" but I was well liked among the venn diagram of gays, nerds, theater kids, and band kids and I had a lot of friends in high school. I don't fucking know what happened. and now I'm on meds that are finally giving me energy and happy chemicals so I wanna go out, I wanna do stuff, I wanna walk around, and I don't wanna be an apartment slug anymore but I don't have anyone to do anything with and there's only so much fun you can have by yourself. and I'm still too shy to go to a bar alone because I know I'll stand in the corner paralyzed by social anxiety. I'm trying bumble bff rn but I'm so shit at responding to people and I kinda hate myself for it and I'm trying to do better but I keep not responding to people for too long and yeah maybe my ex-coworker is stuck in that cycle too idk.

oh yeah and the whole past year of antisemitism makes everything worse because I'm deeply realistically afraid that any goyim I meet are going to be hateful hamasniks <3 so that's a fun lil bonus.

jesus man... idfk. it's just shitty. it's just fucking shitty.

[white-eagle-roleplay]

FO4 Memories #3

Happy Belated Fallout Friday, guys! Was feeling under the weather yesterday, so my post is delayed to today! Hancock's first affinity conversation with my sole survivor got interrupted by raiders, but his final one was as romanctic as you could get. Imagine this: you enter an abandoned church with Hancock late at night to escape the rain and catch some shuteye. Surrounded by candles, he nervously asks you if you have the time to talk, and gives you the option to romance him... So, being the writer that I am, I had to write a short drabble based off of a real affinity conversation that I had with Hancock during my last playthrough of FO4!

Pairings: Hancock x reader Words: about 1267

Hancock stumbled into the abandoned church after you, eager to get out of the cold, icy rain. By some miracle, it was completely void of raiders and super mutants—there wasn't even a single radroach. It was almost too good to be true, but after carefully scouting the premises, it became clear that the church was indeed empty. Breathing a sigh of relief, you lowered your gear onto a dusty pew while Hancock began lighting some candles on the tables behind you. It wasn’t much, and the roof was leaking in a few places, but it was better than nothing. If you pulled a few of those pews together and spread a sleeping bag under them, you could make a cozy bed… "Hey, uh… When you have a moment, I've got something I need you to hear." You almost dropped your bag in surprise at the sudden closeness of Hancock’s voice. The ghoul mayor had always been surprisingly quiet upon his feet, and tonight was no exception. You stopped what you were doing and glanced over your shoulder. “Of cour—” You froze, surprised at how nervous the ghoul appeared. This was very uncharacteristic of him, especially with his charismatic, flirtatious demeanor. Although now that you thought about it, he had been quieter and more pensive than usual as well… Concerned, you stood up and walked over to him. "Is everything alright? Hancock was quick to reply, his words rasping out before you had finished speaking. "Oh yeah, better than that. This is just… tricky." Hancock averted his gaze and rocked from one foot to the other before finally drawing in a deep breath and turning to face you. "It’s just… being out here with you… It’s made me realize that most of my life I’ve been running out on the good things I got.” His words were cautiously paced and carefully selected, as though he had been rehearsing this conversation in his head for quite some time. “I skipped out on my family, my life in Diamond City." Once the words started tumbling out, Hancock could not stop—so you just let him continue. “Took up with you just to get outta Goodneighbor.” He paused, his face contorting with regret. “Hell, running from myself is what made me into… into a damn ghoul…"

This caught you by surprise, because on the rare occasions that Hancock did talk about his past, he never referred to his ghoulishness so negatively. It made you realize that the mayor of Goodneighbor might be less secure about himself than he let on, and that all that confidence he exuded was just a facade. Your gaze softened, but you did not interrupt. He rarely talked about himself, let alone his past. If you said anything now, you might not get another chance to learn about the ghoul you had developed feelings for. “It’s just…” Hancock’s voice was soft, and his gaze even softer, “Being out here with you, it’s made me realize just how small time I’d been thinking, and that maybe all my running from my life, myself… maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all.” The ghoul seemed less nervous than when he initiated the conversation, but something told you that there was still more to come. You had no idea what, but you could tell that what he needed right now was an open ear and support. Finally, you reached out and laid a hand upon Hancock’s arm, your fingers brushing against the crimson velvet of his coat. “You may have run,” you agreed gently, “But you always ran for a reason.” Hancock’s lips spread into a small smile. “Been trying to convince myself of that for a long time,” he said, “but hearing that coming from someone like you… I don’t know if you understand what that means to me.” There was something about the tone of his voice that gave you pause and made your heart beat just a little faster… Thinking back to how nervous he had been at the start of the conversation, a sudden realization began to dawn upon you. Could it be… “So, lemme get to the point,” Hancock continued, “Throwing in with you has been the best decision I’ve ever made. It’s like I found a part of myself I never realized was missing… which happens sometimes when you’re a Ghoul.” He gave a wry smile, a small inside joke between him and himself. “If I hadn’t taken up with you, I’d probably be in a gutter somewhere, getting gnawed on by radroaches. You have been one hell of a friend.” One hell of a friend. Your heart sank at those words, and your chest felt as though a cold fist had just pummeled through it. You swallowed the bitter taste upon your tongue. Could it be that you had misinterpreted him? He did have reputation for being… very affectionate… But then, there were times when you suspected that there may have been something more, especially with the way his voice softened and his gaze deepened… "Have… have you ever thought about us as maybe more than just friends?” As soon as those words left your mouth, you wanted to take them back. What if you had misinterpreted everything, and were just about to ruin— "Heh," Hancock breathed, a sad smile spreading across his ruined lips. "It that obvious?" His voice seemed to crack, and when you looked over at him, his face was tight, as though he was struggling to keep it passive. Before you could say anything, he plunged on, trying to cover himself. "But come on, you don’t want to wake up to this mug every morning. Never wish that on anyone I cared for…" This last part was spoken so quietly that it was barely audible against the increasing storm. "Hancock…" It was then that you realized that he was terrified of rejection, and that he really was far more insecure than he let on. And here you were worried that he only saw you as a friend, when in fact he had been harboring deep emotions for you for who knows how long. Gathering your courage, you reached out and tenderly touched his jaw, tilting his face towards yours. "Hey…" you said softly, "D-don't call yourself that. You're perfect the way you are and… nothing would make me happier than waking up to your handsome face every morning." You felt your cheeks grow warm as you tenderly caressed Hancock's scarred check. "Screw anyone who makes you feel ashamed…”

With a smile, Hancock reached up and covered your hand with his, holding it against his cheek. "Wasn't thinking about the folks doing the shaming," he murmured. He brushed his lips against your fingertips in a delicate kiss, then pulled you into a tight embrace, his face burying into the crook of your neck. You could have sworn that you felt a dampness against your skin… Tentatively, you wrapped your arms around him and gently rubbed his back. “Hancock? You… are you alright?” “Yeah…” Hancock’s voice no longer sounded nervous, but rather relieved. He went silent for a minute, then exhaled slowly. “Heh… You know… moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull, because no one like me should be this lucky…" For a long time, he stood there, holding your body firmly against his. Time seemed to slow to a standstill, and the world reduced to nothing but the dust, empty pews, and flickering candles around you. The storm outside had long since ended, or perhaps it was drowned out by the beating of your own heart…

[scekrex]

I know you've wrote that you got a bit of a writer's block, but I've got an idea for you for later on when you're up in power of creativity.

So, I just woke up from, I'm not sure, a night terror, maybe (might be the hallucinations that are getting to me after yesterday, wooohoo, vicious cycle of not sleeping), and it might sound absolutely weird, but it got me thinking and I came up with an idea for a prompt where the reader gets a night terror, maybe something related to his family before he died like his godson or goddaughter are being tormented by some invisible force in a pram, the reader walks over to it wanting to release the kiddo. When he does, the child does what every kid likes to do which is sort of climbing when you get them into your arms, they like to completely change their arms position and try to get on top of your head, so the kid does that and the reader could feel like a sharp pinch on the back of his neck. The child suddenly dissappeared and he cupped the place where he felt the pain before suddenly waking up in cold sweat to Adam trying to calm him down to the best of his, we all know not the best, abilities, but he's trying! So a cookie for him. They just simply cuddle in silence until everything is fine and it's completely up to you if you want to make the reader talk about whatever happened in his night terror or not. I'm just feeling like some angst with a happy ending, cause jesuuus that nightmare/night terror/sleep hallucination was foking wild 💀

That's how I looked after I woke up, srs

No more writers block, bitches, ur boy's back at it again whoop whoop, (where's my fucking hype train huh??/jk) I also hope you slept better this time <3

Night Terrors

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, night terrors (I guess)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Screams and cries of a little child filled your ears and once you were able to focus on your surroundings, your eyes caught your adorable little goddaughter who was sitting in her pram.

She was screaming, crying out your name as she seemed to hit something invisible to your eyes, she was desperately trying to get whatever it was off of her but still being so small she had no chance. Her face was red and her lungs must have hurt by how loudly she's been screaming, tears were running down her cheeks as she tried to get out of her pram - to no success.

You walked over to her, not quite understanding what was wrong with her - what was wrong with the situation. You had goosebumps all over your body and it was only then that you noticed you were shaking. Where that feeling came from you didn't know but what you did know was that you had to get to your goddaughter. The poor little thing needed to calm down, her body must have been exhausted already and she was still putting up a fight.

“Hey there, little princess,” your words sounded unreal in your own ears, as if they were muffled by cotton, but you continued talking to her as you reached to pick her up, “Now, now, pumpkin, I’m here now, you don't need to be afraid anymore.” The little girl looked at you with curious eyes as she made grabby hands at you. You finally lifted her out of her pram and rested her on your hip with one arm wrapped around her body, the other supporting her head. “See?” you smiled softly at the little girl. “You’re all safe now, I won't let anything happen to you, pumpkin,” you assured the little human as you wiped her tears from her cheeks.

She, however, seemed to have different plans, because while she did stop to scream and she did stop to kick around, she was now climbing up your body - with your hands supporting her obviously. “Whatcha doing?” you asked, irritated by her behavior. She had done that before, it was simply what toddlers did, but she never went further than your shoulder. This time though, she covered your face with her small body as she wrapped her arms and legs around your head tightly.

You tried to pull her away, tried to get the child off of you but to no avail. You called out for help, somebody, anybody, but neither were your calls answered nor did someone step in. She was making it hard for you to breathe and then you felt a sharp pain going through your body, its origin at your neck where your goddaughter’s little hands and mouth had just been, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs. What the fuck was that? Had the little girl bit you? You weren't sure, to be completely honest, you didn't know what was going on entirely.

Suddenly the weight of the child disappeared and when you tried to grab the body that had just been on top of your head, there was nothing but air, nothing unusual and most importantly not your goddaughter. Your hand moved to your neck instead, where the pain came from and once your hand touched the area, your eyes shot open and your body was sitting upright on a soft mattress.

Your heart was pumping fast, so fast that if you were still alive you surely would've had a stroke. Sweat was covering your entire body which caused you to shiver violently, you didn't know if it was because you were actually cold or because of the panic that was still screaming inside you.

Then there were hands on your body, one big, warm and so familiar feeling hand was located on your shoulder, the other cupped your cheek softly. Your head snapped to the side where a warm body was pressed against you and with wide eyes you looked at your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

The fog that had made it hard to see your surroundings disappeared and all of a sudden your mind was clear again, silent, but clear.

Adam was holding you, your head was resting against his chest and the tip of his feathers gently caressed your arm, his heartbeat was normal, calm even and it helped you to calm down as well. Your eyes that had been wide open only seconds ago were falling shut and you leaned into the warmth the brunette offered you. “There you are, babes,” he mumbled with his face buried in your hair, visibly relieved about that fact. “Thought you were dying,” you knew just as much as him that you wouldn't die that easily but it gave you some kind of fuzzy feeling to think that, to pretend that you could've died, to pretend that you were still human. Just for the moment.

“No I-” you interrupted yourself. You wanted to explain to him what had happened, that you hadn't been dying. But the words never left your lips, instead you simply shook your head and repeated, “No.” Adam placed a kiss on your head, “Good.”

That was a thing about Adam that you adored, well one of the many things. He never pressured you to talk, he always gave you time and space if needed, even if it was hard for the both of you to understand and handle. So you silently cuddled up against him, your arms were wrapped around his hips and your face was buried in his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. Oh his heartbeat, one of the few things in heaven that were able to calm you down in an instant. His calm breathing helped you too and you breathed with him in order to calm your body down.

“Sorry for waking you,” you mumbled against his skin, pressing your face even closer to his chest in embarrassment. “Shut up, babes,” he simply said. You knew he meant ‘It doesn't matter as long as you're safe and well’ and ‘I love you, stop apologizing for such nonsense’. So you did. You did shut up and continued to listen to his body, in the distance you heard a couple of birds singing but that was quickly tuned out by Adam who was humming something - probably one of the countless songs he and his band had written. But you enjoyed it, enjoyed him humming to you, him giving you the comfort you needed without questioning it.

Soon he slowly laid back down, pulling you down with him. Your head was still resting on his chest - your entire body was laying on top of him. “Try to catch some sleep babes, whatever fucked up demon was haunting you, I'll fight that bastard off for you if he tries again.” You chuckled softly at that but gave a quiet hum in agreement. You felt how his wings came up to wrap around your body to underline his words, he'd protect you.

He always did.

[blacknwhitemood]

Depeche Mode - Condemnation / finding video's location "near God"

It was only 3 days after the Memento Mori concert in March, when I learned that Condemnation video was made in Hungary, not far from Budapest, near Göd, in a small village's border, Göd-Újtelep. When I wrote about it to @mijamija1234, she suggested that what if I visited its location? I liked the idea, I've started to make a research. Later I found some colored photos on Göd-Újtelep's website (under this text) and I posted them with words "Condemnation’s video was made near Göd". @mftm1987's reblog tag was hilarious: #well sure it was made near god. I felt love with the concept, so this is my "project's" name: Near God.

The only screenshot from the video (1st pic above) that I can use for finding the location is not very helpful, considering that it happened more than 30 years ago. 31 exactly. In 28th of July, 1993 the band and Corbijn went "into the f---ing woods" early in the morning after the day of they Devotional Tour concert in Budapest. Dave talked about it the gig's night in NME, while Gavin Martin was making his long interview:

I won’t even sleep tonight. I’ve got to get up and go and do some… I’ve got to go off with (Anton) Corbijn into the f---ing woods and do the ‘Condemnation’ bit. But, really, I have fun with doing that. It’s just the eight o’clock morning, you gotta get over it.

I quoted from this article first time here, my updated daves-first-tattoo post (scroll to the middle). Another source, Daryl Bamonte, Devotional Tour Diary, Bong magazine, 1994:

It was a long trek from Belgium yesterday, and we had to drive out into the Hungarian countryside today for Anton to shoot the “CONDEMNATION” video. Dave seemed to spend most of the day being dragged around by Sam and Hildia. He wasn’t complaining though. It could have been the other way round��

Near God

It's not easy to find a DM video's location (except Strangelove), Corbijn preferred countryside for his videos and the nature mostly in different countries in Europe (e.g. Belgium, France, Switzerland, Portugal, Scotland) or in the U.S. Hungary is famous for its "puszta", which is similar to prairie. Before the single's releasing he could shoot the clip during the tour. They stayed 3 days in Hungary, I read somewhere that Corbijn choosed Göd's area for the reason being very close to the capital. On imdb.com it is simply Göd.

I was searching for those dirt roads from the screenshot with the Google relief map, impossible task. 31 years. I googled many times a day if I got some new inspiration, suddenly I found a person on facebook who commented Göd's page' photo of the day: she was there in her 14 years, "half of Göd was there". I wrote to her, 3 days later she answered that she would help. Wow.

We met today and spent only 40 minutes together. She and her husband took me from the railwaystation on a truck to the location that she remembered - and of course that become famous in the village. She told me the short story: "My friend's sister was a big fan. We didn't have phones that time, someone brought the news by bike, no one believed that. Later many cars went to the place with 50-80 fans. We were hanging on the fence, like the children in the video. There were huge reflectors, the shooting took until the evening. Now there is a big battery factory in the fields."

When we arrived, we walked to a small road but it didn't resemble to the video's for the first sight. In fact it is a huge field with woods around, at the end of the road there was the factory, "It was built on that hill on the picture" she told. She was sure, so we took some funny photos with the printed screenshot (at the background with their truck), I wanted to walk more to find a better view but it was a very hot Summar day and my guide didn't have much time. To the right on this map I marked the point where we took the photos:

I think the trip was worth it. All this area from the village to the woods down was the location of the video making. 31 years later the fence with the small cabin and the sunflower field disappeared but there still have straw bales, dirt roads and habitants who remember.

The single released 6 weeks later, on 13 September 2013. Although MTV played the clip on time, its DVD version released much later in 2002 on Depeche Mode - Videos 86>98+ (I ordered the very last piece of it from Antal). This DVD originally released in 1999 but without the clip, you can find a live version instead of (I have the 2000 edition), because - it is said - Corbijn wasn't quite satisfied with the final result, the band seemed too tired in the video, especially Dave.

I love this song. Not my favourite, but it's in my DM top 20. One of its reasons that the video was shooted in Hungary and Dave loves it. He has frequently mentioned Condemnation as one of his favourite songs. In this interview from 2006 you can hear directly from him at 00:37. As fandom.com wrote, Dave still gets goosebumps when he recalls recording the song:

I immediately knew the song. It wasn't necessarily completely accurate to the way Martin wrote the melody line or the phrasing or the timing. I just sang it, and [after] I sang it, the tape stopped rolling and it went on quiet. I've got my headphones on and I hear [producer] Flood's voice go, 'Yeah, I mean, you could do another one. But I think we got it.' / 2021, Exclaim!

Well, at Memento Mori Tour they sang to us twice in Budapest, in 28 July, 2023 (yes, this day <3) together with 50000 people and in 26 March, 2024 to 16000 happy fans. Honestly, I like Waiting For The Night much better, I really wanted to hear it live, I hoped that they don't sing the same song at the same city as first encore duett, Condemnation is difficult to sing, they've sung Waiting For much often at this tour... but I was wrong. I was confused with my feelings, I was disappointed. I was looking for the answers of they decision, and later I understood that somehow Hungary might mean Condemnation to them. They gifted us with Dave's favourite song. Twice.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

brother i swear to you your saul/reader fics got me creaming for my life I've never been fed this well ever in my entire life. may i make a request/suggestion? I'd kill for you to write some overstimulation involving one of those remote controlled vibrators while on working hours, that shit would slap so hard from you omfg

hi!!! hope ur ok w/ a drabble for now :3

You swore one of these days you were gonna look for a new job. 

Today was not that day. You had left work yesterday carrying a delicately wrapped gift box, courtesy of your boss, who told you very specifically not to open it until you were home. And that you were to come in to work the next day wearing it. You remembered being flattered by his generosity, excited all the way home about what it could’ve possibly been. 

And then you opened the box and remembered your boss was a gigantic pervert. 

Still, you figured you didn’t fare much better, especially since you were the one standing outside your job with a vibrator inside you. It was off, thank god. You considered it a stroke of luck when you realized you had no idea how to turn it on. You fished your phone out of your pocket, about to text him that you were outside, when the front door swung open.

Saul Goodman was there to greet you with a shit-eating grin. “Right on time, kid! Come on in.” He was as giddy as a kid on Christmas, and it was fucking irritating. You thought about the pros and cons of cold-cocking him in his smug face, but figured great sex and steady income were worthwhile rewards of being his sexual guinea pig.

He pushed open the doors to his office, beckoning you inside. When you entered, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you to one of the columns. You were understandably caught off guard, which he saw as the perfect opportunity to start kissing and sucking your neck. His other hand wasted no time in getting to your crotch. He pulled away to ask you, “So… did you follow my instructions?”

You yelped, your mind racing to find the answer to his question. “Yes, sir. It’s… it’s inside.”

He pressed two fingers down hard against your clothed sex, searching for the toy. He gasped in delight when he felt it. “Good boy. Can I see?” He asked, letting go of you and stepping back.

He had you trained so perfectly. The second his hands left your body, you were scrambling to undo your belt. You slid your pants off and braced yourself against the marble before spreading your legs. Between them was a hot pink vibrator nestled inside you, just barely touching you where you needed it.

Saul gave a wolf whistle at the sight of you. “God, I knew this was a good idea. Though, just one more thing…” He reached into his pocket and grabbed some small plastic thing. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but you figured it out seconds later.

He clicked a button and the device ignited inside you. Your knees buckled and you grabbed the column for support, already a whimpering, disheveled mess. Just how he liked you. He stepped closer to you, forcing his leg in between yours to keep you upright, and grabbed your chin.

“Look at me,” The command made you feel even weaker than you already were, “Here’s how today’s gonna go. We’re gonna have all our scheduled meetings in the morning. Then we break for lunch, and do walk-ins after. Regular day, right? Except you’re gonna keep that toy inside you the whole time. And you’re gonna do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?”

You nodded frantically. Verbal confirmation would have taken too much brain power.

Saul was not impressed. You knew he expected a verbal answer. “Hm. You wanna act like a brat today? Fine,” He tapped the up button on the remote a few times, and the vibrations grew stronger. You shrieked, back arching, knees buckling, your body practically liquifying but for his firm grip keeping you up. “Act like a brat all you want. But I’m in control here, and I’m not gonna let you forget it.” He turned the vibrator up to its max level. “Now I’m gonna ask you again. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” You cried, already on the precipice of an orgasm not 5 minutes into your shift. “Yes, fuck! Yes, Mr. Goodman! I understand!”

“Good boy,” Saul answered, clicking the vibrator off and letting you go. You whined at the lack of closure. He’d snuffed out your flame before it barely got to burn. “Get dressed. First client is gonna be here in a minute.”

You couldn’t even do that in peace. When you bent over to pick up your clothes, Saul flicked the vibrator on and off a few times just to watch your body jolt in response, laughing to himself each time he did it.

This was gonna be a long day.

[tippedarrows]

I opened freaking google docs for this omg- Nevermind, lemme put here a lil warning: eng is not my native language, so I might misinterpreted lyrics, also That’s mostly how I see certain pairings, you can see them differently ofc! Hope it’ll be at least fun..

Ocelord (Lukas/Aiden)

Angst Version:) House Of Memories – Panic! At The Disco. Feels like this would be their song in a scenario where they were dating before the WittherStorm, but broke up shortly after that cause Aiden couldn’t cope normally with Jesse being a Hero, meanwhile Lukas knew they should be thankfull to them. After Sky City events it’s Aiden who this song belongs to. If you're a lover, you should know The lonely moments just get lonelier The longer you're in love than if you were alone Memories turn into daydreams, become a taboo. He thought he would be fine without Lukas, but those believes faded very fast, so now it’s him admitting that he misses blonde boy. I think of you from time to time More than I thought I would You were just too kind and I was too young to know That's all that really matters I was a fool Aiden still can’t let go, he knows he’s the one who messed everything up, he knows Lukas was too good to him. Those thoughts of past lovers, they'll always haunt me I wish I could believe you'd never wrong me Then will you remember me in the same way as I remember you? Baby, we built this house on memories Finally him accepting everything they’ve been through. He won’t try to pull Lukas down again, he knows blonde deserves better. The only hope Aiden keep is that Lukas kept the best memories of them to himself. More Of Happy Ending Version! I Bet My Life – Imagine Dragons. The scenario is basically the same, but this time Aiden actually redeems himself and refuses to let go so easily. He knows he’s been in wrong, he wants to prove to Lukas that he’s can be better and he will be better for him. I know I took the path that you would never want for me I know I let you down, didn't I? So many sleepless nights where you were waiting up on me Well I'm just a slave unto the night He remembers how he hurt Lukas, he’s ashamed of it, he left him all alone simple because of stupid rivalry thing with Jesse he made up for himself. I've been around the world and never in my wildest dreams Would I come running home to you I've told a million lies but now I tell a single truth There's you in everything I do Explanation how he spent time thinking about all thing he's done, wanting nothing more than be with blonde again, but declining the idea out of shame. Don't tell me that I'm wrong I've walked that road before And left you on your own And please believe them when they say That it's left for yesterday And the records that I've played Please forgive me for all I've done FINALLY he apologizing. Like, real mindful apology, admitting everything he done wrong without trying to justify it. They finally have a chance together again.

I've never done those things before and haven't seen anyone else do it (I know people did, I just didn't saw one ever before) so that's my first shot ig? Idk, if you'll like this one, I'll do the rest of them in no time!

oh woww I actually love those so much. the breakdown of the lyrics actually had me completely stunned. I was like.. hm.. I wonder how it'll line up and it went WONDERFULLY

both songs fit SO WELL!! I SEE THE VISION! Also your english was completely fine, I had no idea.

I absolutely loved this. so much.

[greenlotusleaf]

((I'm a D&D nerd you got my attention with this game idea!))

I'd most likely be the small petite nerdy spellcaster who's very self conscious about her lack of curves. While on watch one night I was messing with some alchemy to try and help me with my body confidence, but at some point I had accidentally split the potion on you. Thankfully we had just finished an exhausting dungeon so you were in a deep sleep while it absorbed into your skin overnight.

The next morning you felt a little bloated and sluggish, shrugging it off as just being sore and still tired from yesterday's dungeon crawl. I'm constantly looking your way while returning to town praying that you don't notice, the slowly swelling of your body or my stare. You have to loosen the bands and belts on your leather armor, hoping the others don't notice but I do and jot down the effects in my journal while walking. We arrive in town in the late afternoon and you say you're going to head back to the inn, hoping sleeping in a proper bed will make you feel better. I excuse myself from the others a little bit after you do and make my way to the inn as well. Later that evening I hear a knocking on my inn door and to my surprise it's you, you're out of your leathers and in what was once baggy clothes that's now clinging a little tight on your swollen body with little bit of your belly poking out from the bottom. You ask me what's happening to you, explaining the events to your knowledge from this morning and just feeling yourself bloat and get fatter throughout the day. I lie by omitting the fact I'm the one responsible for your new growth and say that I can try and make a potion to try and reverse it. But it being the same potion that start this, using you as an unwitting test subject pushing your grow as long as you'd let me try.

I'm fat, I announce unnecessarily as I push past you into your room, closing the door behind. My body jiggles, wobbles, pushing against my nightshirt as I stride over to sit down on the bed, explaining what I know. I've been getting fatter throughout the day. People are going to start noticing! I grab at my body as I show you the details: the flab on my arms, the little roll when I hold my chin like *this*, the way I can't pull my shirt down to cover my whole belly anymore. And while I don't mind what it's doing to me up *here*, it's a huge problem everywhere else. A *huge* problem. I need you to mix me up some kind of cure, as fast as you can. I'm here in just a nightshirt because I'm already too fat for my pants, and it's still happening. I can feel myself *oozing* out, while we're sitting here talking!

Maybe I'm too trusting, but I drink whatever you mix for me, too lost in my own problems to notice the way your eyes linger on my waist, on the growing plushness of my ass, on the new depth of my cleavage. Worried and exhausted, I fall asleep on your bed in only a nightshirt, thickening thighs exposed, belly slowly imposing itself. You're such a good friend, taking care of me like this. I fall asleep knowing the cure is working, must be working by now. When I wake up I'll be my old self again, light as a feather and quick as the rain. You take notes as I sleep, watching me as I dream, and blow up.

Are your notes about the version of this formula you still wish to try for yourself, or have you shifted your focus, designing new formulas just for me?

[footballfanficwriter]

Time of the month

Summary:the reader is on her period and Jude is looking after her

I'm in pain, my stomach cramps are fucking killing me, and i can't move

"Hey babe what's wrong?"

"It's that time of the month"

" I'll go make you something to eat"

He walks out of the room and 15 minutes later he comes back with food on a tray

"Ok here you go love"

He puts the tray on my lap as I sit up, I look down at the plate and seeing a full English breakfast

Usually I would be enjoying or eating it but the sight of the food made me wanna throw up, I glance at the food one more time.

Next thing I know I'm shooting out of bed going to the bathroom, with Jude following me close behind holding my hair back

I throw up in the toilet until I feel a bit better, then I start crying and sobbing feeling stupid for what I just did

"Why are you crying love?"

"You just made me breakfast and when I saw it, i wanted to throw up, you put so much work and effort and the sight of your food makes me puke" I say in between sobs

"Oh babe it's alright , I know you're not feeling your best right now"

"Are you sure you're not offended?"

"Nope not one single bit , how bout I step out and get you everything you need and we can just chill, hows that sound?"

"Great"

"Ok let's get you back in bed first"

He helps me up and Carriers me to our bed, but before that he puts a bucket on the floor filled with a little bit of water"

"The bucket is for if you need to throw up and I'm not here"

"Ok, I love you"

"I love you more babe" he says and walks out the room

An hour later I hear the front door open and close

"Hey babe I got all of your favorites,here, I didn't know which candy to get so I got all of them"

"Jude can we just please cuddle, I really missed you"

"You know what I've noticed"

"What"

"Is that when you're on your period, you become very Clingy, like super clingy"

"Whatever,can you come to bed now"

"But what about the snacks, we need bowls and glasses"

"We can eat from the bag and drink from the bottles"

"Fine"

He takes his shoes off and slips into the sheets,I lay my head on his chest and he puts his arm around my shoulder

The next day I'm no longer puking and my stomach cramps have slighty reduced so I decided to take a walk around the house

"Jude,why are these towls not folded properly?"

"What towels"

"The ones in the bathroom"

"I did fold them though"

"Well not properly it seems, look let me show you, you do this, then this and then this, then you put it like this, do you see"

"Ok love I see"

"Ouch"

"What is it"

"Cramps"

"Ok c'mon let's get you up to bed"

"But I've been in bed the whole day ever since yesterday"

"C'mon I'll give you a massage,then afterwards you have to get something into your System, so you don't throw up again"

He Carries me to the room bridal style and gently lays me on the bed

He grabs the tissue oil and lifts my shit just enough to expose my back and he starts rubbing the tissue oil on my back

Just a few minutes after he massages me I feel myself falling asleep

But before I can drift off I hear him speak I think he thinks I'm asleep

"You're one crazy person y/n but I love you anyway,you have no idea how happy you make me,I'm so whipped i sometimes think , what if we break up, I'll be so heartbroken if that happens I know it will physicality hurt me, if you ever leave, I just hope you'll stay with me forever"

That's the last thing I hear before falling asleep

"Babe wake up"

"What?"

"You have to take your pain killers and get something into your System"

"I'm not hungry"

"I'll cuddle with you afterwards"

"Your bribery is not working by the way"

"C'mon love, please do it for me"

"No"

"Y/n"

"No"

"I'll cuddle with you"

"That's not enough"

"And we can do face masks and I'll even take part in your night routine"

"Ok I'll do it , but only because you're so instant"

"Sometimes I ask myself how I landed with you in my life"

"By Luck, you were blessed by the heavens above"

"Yeah no I don't think so"

I throw a pillow at him and he laughs

"Now come cuddle with me, you promised"

He gets into bed and hands me my food before turning his attention to the TV in front of us

"And Jude"

"Yeah love"

"Ofcourse I'll always be there with you forever, there's no way we're breaking up,and I love you too"

"You heard that"

"Yeah I did"

"How much of it"

"All of it"

"Well I meant every part of it"

"Even the part where you said I was crazy"

"Especially that part"

"You know what, I think we should breakup"

"Ok we were just playing around, you took it way too far"

I laugh at him but he doesn't seem to be laughing with me

That's when I realize he's upset

"Jude"

"Jude"

"Babe"

"Baby"

"My love"

"Love of my life"

"My better half"

As I say the words I see him trying to hide a smile

"Oh so you don't wanna talk to me"

"No"

"Baby, I'm sorry"

"I'll let it slide only this once cause you're on your period

"But you're the love of my life as well"

"I know"

I peck his lips and watch the TV

[crownmemes]

Castle Sentences, Vol. 3

(Sentences from Castle (2009-2016). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You have quite a history of trying to kill people."

"I've always been good with locks."

"You don't have to be mean about it!"

"Really, that's your line?"

"I think my daughter may be keeping something from me."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

"You really think that I'm beautiful?"

"I'm taking you to a hospital. No arguments."

"Haven't you learnt to forge my signature yet?"

"That sounded dirtier than I meant it to be."

"I know I couldn't sleep last night. Could you?"

"What part of 'diplomatic immunity' are you not clear on?"

"You see, every time you say something like that, it makes me think that you have something to hide."

"Well, well, well - look who's doing the walk of shame now!"

"Do you remember the last time we danced?"

"I missed you, and I didn't realise how much until I saw you yesterday."

"You had me under surveillance?"

"We just kissed! That's all that happened!"

"What? You telling me you've never had a thing for bad boys?"

"Once you make a deal with the Devil, you belong to him."

"I will do anything that you need - including nothing, if you want."

"I have a hard job, and having you around makes it a little more fun."

"How is it, for a man surrounded by women, that you know so little about us?"

"That photo in the paper did you no justice. You're much better looking in person."

"You are such a catch!"

"Your reputation? What about my reputation!"

"Believe it or not, there's a lot of women in this town that like the idea of being romantically linked to me."

"I need a date."

"Despite what you might think, the world's not going to end just because you disappear for the night."

"I'm not going to be here forever, and who's going to look after you then?"

"Doesn't it bother you that you don't know who your dad is?"

"Hey! I would drive if you let me!"

"Come on, haven't you ever wanted to do something with your handcuffs other than arrest criminals?"

"Killing is an act of dominance."

"Did you ever want to be a cheerleader?"

"Tell me more about this murder."

"You almost sound like you admire him."

"So, how long have you two been sleeping together?"

"I've been profiling people for a long time. I'm hardly ever wrong."

"Put the taser down!"

"How does it feel to know that you have failed?"

[wise-0ne]

Please: PART ONE

SUMMARY: ~𝙋𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙀, 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋~

After Sarah died, Joel found his new happiness. He loved his daughter, Hailey.

But when the unexpected comes, he's in need of help and happiness.

What will Joel do when he loses the people he loves?

Joel Miller x Daughter o/c

No trigger warnings just swearing.

You can't live in fear here. It just doesn't work that way now, or that's how my dad put it. These days, living in fear is a weakness. Living in fear will get you killed. Fear is not an option.

I was born after the outbreak. I'm 16 years old, my birthday was yesterday. It's 2023 and everything is just as bad as when it started. City's ruled by FEDRA, raiders, smugglers. Nothing is safe.

Even though I feel safe, I'll never know if I am. I know that as long as I have my parents, I'm safe. My parents made a promise to me when I was 6. They told me that they would never let anything happen to me as long as they were here. Luckily, for ten years, they've kept that promise.

My dad, Joel, had a daughter. Her name was Sarah. She was his ray of sunshine and my dad loved her more than anything. But Sarah was shot back in 2003 when the outbreak happened. My mom said he wasn't happy, nice, kind until I came.

When he found out my mom was pregnant, he told her that it was a bad idea to keep me. I was a one night stand baby. My parents were best friends and they got drunk one night.

He didn't want the same thing that happened to Sarah, to happen to me. He was scared for my mom and me. He didn't want to lose more people than he already lost, so he tried to convince my mom to get rid of me. Obviously it didn't work.

But when I was born, he was a different person. My mom, Tess, said he was so happy. From what I've been told. When he first laid eyes on me, he cried and said I was a miracle. His miracle.

Since then, he's always made sure I was safe and protected. I'm not allowed outside without him and I can't go with them anywhere that isn't in the QZ. They never let me outside until I I turned 15 because kids were supposed to be in the FEDRA school. They didn't want that for me, so they kept me locked up in our apartment.

I know they want to keep me safe, but it gets annoying. Knowing that I'm safe and loved makes me feel better about that though.

I love my dad and my mom. They would do anything for me, and by anything, I mean anything.

They are smugglers, so I am home alone sometimes, but they always have someone check on me. They usually have something to bring back to me. No matter if it's food or games, I'm always happy.

I love my parents, and if I were to lose them. I don't know what I would do.

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It was a long day of sitting inside, reading, and watching the civilians walk around while I sat on the couch in the living room of our one-bedroom apartment. The bedroom is not even really a bedroom. More like an open space with a wall. It was small, but in the QZ, we're lucky to even have this apartment. There are people who live on the streets, so we are really lucky.

The QZ is very full and most people don't have a lot. Like us. We live off of food rations, cards, and whatever my parents smuggle in. I'm very glad we are here. Dad said if we weren't, we'd be dead.

Both of my parents are working, and I was inside, alone. I was used to being alone in the daytime, but I made sure the door was locked at all times. So I was safe. You can't trust people.

Mom and dad were gone most of the day. I knew dad picked up an extra job, and mom was out dealing with things. For all I know she could be dead, but I know she isn't.

I was sitting on the couch, reading, when the door knob rattled. I looked up and saw the door swing open. It was my dad. He looked mad, he didn't see me and he just walked into the bedroom. I put my book down and scoot over to the other side of the couch so I could see what he was doing. I heard him stomping and then he bent over to move the dresser that covered his stash of stuff hidden under the floorboards.

Under the floor was some maps, an axe and more things that he kept hidden.

I watched him pull out a map and then he walked into the kitchen area and sat down with a map at the table. Dad was obviously mad about something, so I know not to bother him. I adjust myself on the couch and watch as grabbed his bottle of bourbon and stared at the map. Pointing and dragging his finger on the map, he sighed and took a drink. He drank half the bottle and didn't even look back at me.

I watch him put his hand on his forehead and sigh. I know he's stressed and angry. I wish I could help him in some way, but I don't want to make things worse.

I watched him take some pills and without looking at me, he got up, went to lay on the bed, and passed out.

This was usually the routine when he was having a hard day. He has a lot of those.

I then got up and walk over to the bed. I check his breath make sure he's alive. He's kinda old so I worry. And while he slept, I cleaned the apartment. I cleaned the table, did dishes, and organized the cabinets to keep me busy. I waited for mom to come home, but eventually, I sat on the couch and drifted to sleep.

Usually, we all share the one mattress we have. It was big enough for all three of us, but I didn't want to wake him up. He needed sleep.

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In the morning, I woke up to my mom making tea. I stood up off the couch and rubbed my eyes. I stumbled a bit but walked over to the kitchen. My dad walked into the room at the same time I did.

Sitting down at our table, I looked at my dad. He sat at the other end of the table and he was hungover and looked tired. My mom then walked over to us. I look up at her while she sets a cup of tea in front of me.

Her face looked terrible.

"Mom, your face," I say in a concerned voice.

Her face was bruised and cut. She had a black eye and looked terrible. She then sat down by my dad.

Dad looked over at her. His face said it all. He was pissed.

He slammed his hand on the table and almost got up.

"I got jumped by a couple of guys." She said calmly. Grabbing his hand

"What guys?" my dad questions her.

"Just a couple of teenagers." Dad then grabs her face.

"Said some shit probably shouldn't have," Mom said while my dad moved her face around. He then got up. My mom grabbed her cup and took a sip.

"Come on. You know these guys were born after the outbreak. Never learned how to argue." She said trying to calm him down.

"They just start swingin'." She took another sip.

"Fuckin' 19-year-old pieces of shit." I chuckle.

It's always funny when she those jokes. She made them a lot because she knew they made me feel better in these types of situations.

My dad came back over to the table. He had a bottle of alcohol and a towel.

"It's a miracle you're alive." He says while he pours some of the alcohol on a towel, he gently taps her face, making sure not to hurt her. She chuckles "It's a miracle any of us are alive."

I take a sip of my tea. I know my mom wasn't safe at the time, I was just lucky she was now. Honestly, I don't know what I would do without her.

As my dad tapped her face, he turned her head, "These aren't new."

"No, I was in FEDRA lockup all day."

Dad pauses. His face looks confused.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter." My mom says. She then takes a breath and grabs my dad's hand.

"I need you to take a breath," she says calmly

"What?" My dad says, putting down the towel.

"Joel-"

"What?"

She takes one more breath "The guys who jumped me were with Robert." She pauses.

"He sold our battery to someone else."

I set my cup down and hear my dad's chair scoot back. Looking over at them, I see my dad put his face in his hands.

"What the fuck." I say angrily.

"Nothing is lost. Shit like this is gonna happen. Now we shake it off and get our cards back or the battery." She says looking at me and my dad.

"We need the battery, Tess," Dad says and slams his hand on the table. He gets out of his chair and walks over to the bedroom.

"Trucks no good without one." He yells "And if I don't get to Tommy soon, he's gonna die out there."

"Okay, Fuck it. We get our money back, and the battery." She says, getting up out of her seat and walking over to dad.

"But Joel listen, Robert is terrified of you." She looks him in the eyes. "If you go to him about this, he's gonna get wind of it and skip."

I then get up out of my chair and walk over to them. I sit next to my dad. I lay my head on his shoulder, "Take a breath." I tell him. He looks at me with sadness and anger in his eyes.

While still looking at me, he asks mom "Who'd he sell it to?"

"Don't know."

"Well, where is he?"

"Don't know... Yet" She says.

"But we're gonna find out quietly."

"Understand?" she asks my dad. He nods and looks at the floor.

"Now I promised Robert you wouldn't hurt him, but I would very much like for you to hurt him," Mom says smiling.

She gets serious again, "So let's go hunt that mother fucker down, and get our battery, and our truck and go find Tommy." she takes a breath "Alright?"

My dad nods again "Alright."

Mom gets up and walks over to the other side of the bed.

I pick my head up, and my dad leans down to get his gun.