#if it’s true i’m sure the leak is somewhere out there

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for anyone waking up to the news! a production member allegedly recorded and then leaked the footage of tucker/rubina and together in the HOH room along with footage of a scraped double diary room segement. this was allegedly leaked to a niche group chat with tubina fans. the existence of this was confirmed by hamsterwatch on twitter who claimed they watched it after news of it broke tubina twitter contaimination because people saw a series of suspicious tubina stan tweets. all the associated accounts with it deleted everything as soon as word got to bbtwitter. allegedly, it wasn’t graphic but it was obvious what they were doing.

and all of this is alleged because there’s been no widespread proof that this even happened beyond individual claims and this screenshot of the leaked double dr.

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Inside of You ~A Five Hargreeves / Female reader insert request

(5714 words) Rated Mature for sexually explicit content.

While joining Five for family night at his brother's house, he gives you an unexpected treat to add to the fun, ending the night by leaving you feeling more loved than you ever thought was possible.

Warnings and more summary: Five and Reader are adults, Smutty smut, Cock warming, Dom Five, cocky Five and sweet vulnerable Five, s4 setting-assuming that all that sort of went down only with a twist in brief mention that Five in the end saved the day (because he's the man of course and I can't do it any other way), also Lila and Five never got stuck in the subway-so no worries on triggers for that-pretending that didn't happen, this one's all about you and Five 😉

2 days ago, Anonymous asked:

Hi! Thank you, that other fic was amazing! Can I request maybe a dom five smut where he's really cocky at how quickly he can make the reader cum, maybe with overstimulation and cock warming? Thank you!

Answer: Sure, here you go. 😊😉 TY for the kind words.

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Inside of You

“Mommy!!! Daddy! we can’t sleep!”

“Me either!” Grace yelled.

“Bloody hell.” Looking tired, Lila glared at Diego. After finally agreeing on a movie to watch, it had only been quiet for about thirty minutes into the film, and this was the third time a little voice had called out, needing something.

“I’ll take Grace this time, if you take the twins,” Diego grumbled, already getting up. Stomping down the hall towards the kid’s bedrooms like a dad sized Godzilla, he turned back, looking at Five as he said, “I know you two kids are getting serious, or you never would have subjected her to one of our family nights, so I’m going to give you a little piece of advice. Unless you want to be interrupted every five minutes for the rest of your life, put a rubber on it.”

Casually swirling his drink between his legs as he sat there across from you on their couch, Five’s usual mask indifference was the only reply Diego got, but as soon as they were gone, he turned his attention to you, a playful smirk making him look so handsome but also so characteristically smug and dick-ish.

He knew that he didn’t need to wear a rubber with you, but he’d also made it abundantly clear that he wasn’t opposed to somewhere down the road performing the act of breeding with you with the intent of starting a family, not just to get you screaming his name.

All night long, Five had been looking at you like he was up to something, and knowing he was probably up to no good, you decided to stay in your chair on the other side of the room.

He quirked a dark brow at you, and his dimple deepened. Leaning back, his thighs spreading wide, undeterred, Five padded his lap. “Join me?”

A rush of wetness leaked between your legs from just looking at him over there, dressed in his slim-fitted dress shirt with his long silk tie dangling down between his legs.

You knew about the Hargreeves family and their powers and how they’d saved the world multiple times. Everyone knew about them after they averted The Cleanse, but even so, you swore Five’s real power was not in his ability to blink, or time travel, or in how he and a deli full of other versions of him had figured out how to destroy new elemental forces that were set to bring on the end of the world. His gift wasn’t even in his ability to have a cocky answer to everything.

No. All that was true, but Five’s real power was in how easily he could take away your ability to think of anything other than pleasing him, all with nothing but one of his mischievous smiles.

As if drawn to him by a magical force, you stood up, coming his way as you anxiously ran your hands down the front of your skirt to press out the invisible wrinkles.

As soon as you were within arm’s reach, Five reeled you in fast, knocking you off balance, making you land on top of his thighs, straddling him, face to face. The second you were touching him, he nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling deeply.

“I love when you wear these girly little skirts, and the way you smell,” he whispered as you delighted in the sensation of his lips pressing against your skin, and your bare thighs resting against the softness of his wool dress pants.

Springs, squeaking from two very naughty twins jumping on their beds down the hall, accompanied by the sound of glass smashing, and Diego and Lila simultaneously swearing, your head swung that way.

“Sounds like they might be busy awhile,” Five chuckled as he continued placing slow kisses in a carefully charted line along your throat.

Unable to help yourself, you tilted your head to the side, giving him more skin to work with as your hands ran up his arms, your fingers digging into his shoulders, shaking him a little. Your mouth dropped open. “We really shouldn’t- “

“Shooooosh.” Five laughed, cutting you off as his hand slid up your thigh, moving under your skirt. When his mouth reached your collar bone, he started sucking, making the blood rise to the surface of your skin.

Forgetting any argument you had about why this wasn’t a good idea, a soft moan fell from your lips. The feel of Five’s semi hard cock under you had you craving more friction between your legs, so you began to rock your body against him. The movement got Five growling so cutely in response, but it was the painful points of his teeth biting into you where your neck met your shoulder that made your entire body go completely still.

His firm hand moved further up your leg, blazing a predatory trail of warning along the creamy span of your flesh. Then one of his fingers glided along your underwear, playing along the slightly damped slit splitting the mounds of your arousal.

“So wet for me already, sweetheart. You are too easy,” he mocked, his lips spreading in a wicked smile against your neck.

With that shit, you no longer cared that Five’s brother’s family, all seven of them when you included Lila’s parents, were on the other side of the house. All you could think about was that unbelievably sexy jerk who was laughing at you for wanting to jump his bones.

Five wasn’t wrong. You never could get enough of him. You’d been dating for months, but almost as soon as you’d taken your flirtations past antagonizing each other daily while in passing, and into the more physical joys of getting to know each other, as soon as his hands were on you, a desperation like you’d never experienced before felt like it was going to consume you if you didn’t have him.

“Please, Five,” you moaned.

Giving in, Five’s fingers shifted the thin swath of material covering you to the side, so he could slide his finger up and down your soaking folds. Your breaths soon turned to pants as his thumb found your clit, circling the spot over and over.

Your forehead limply fell to Five’s shoulder. His erection was so hard underneath you, and as pathetic as it was, you were about to beg for him to take you, right there, hard and fast, on someone else’s couch, when you could be walked in on at any second.

To your relief, he seemed to be thinking what you were thinking because his thumb moved away, and just as fast, he was gripping your embarrassingly wet underwear.

“These need to go,” he gently whispered in your ear, just as he tore the small piece of lace from your body.

Your startled yelp was quickly followed by the sound of Five unzipping his trousers and your shocked state was made no better when his cock sprang free.

Knowing Five could blink you both out of there if you couldn’t finish fast enough, you eagerly attempted to rise to mount him, but he stopped you, gripping your hips, so he could forcefully turn you, so you were sitting on his lap, facing away from him. Your sudden change in position momentarily threw you off balance, but as soon as his hands gripped the outside of your thighs and his lips found your neck again, it grounded you to him.

The tips of Five’s fingers dug into your backside, his palms against your thighs as he urged your hips to move. He’d purposefully wedged his cock between your legs from underneath, and the sight of it being long enough to protrude out from between your thighs, making a little tent in the fan of your skirt, had you cursing under your breath.

Reaching around, Five flipped his hand under the frill of your skirt, and started in again, pleasuring you, only this time by pressing the warm tip of his cock against your clit.

From there, you fell into a smooth rhythm, of you doing the moving, and him letting you use him to get off.

You knew this couldn’t go on. You could hear your hosts tell their kids that this was it; we aren’t coming back in here even if Godzilla comes out of your closet!

You were dying to get Five as excited as you, to suck his dick, to have him fuck you properly, anything to have him inside you, but to your dismay, he didn’t seem to want that.

With what he’d been through with being trapped and alone, and being used and abused, over and over, normally all it took was the go ahead from you, and that chocolate haired menace would be slamming his dick inside you, grinning ear to ear, looking every bit the horny young man he was, while also proving he was the old deprived soul he claimed to be.

Five was always a paradox of extremes, but when he was with you in bed, he was like a man possessed, hell bent on making up for lost time. That was what you were used to. Not this…this poorly timed patience.

As soon as you started shifting your body up and down with any real spunk, Five’s hands flew to your hips, forcing you to slow your grinding.

“And they say I’m the one who has no impulse control,” he breathed in your ear, which earned him a frustrated groan. His chuckled laugh rumbled along your back, but again, he gave in, seemingly listening to your silent plea.

Removing his hand between your legs, Five readjusted your position, leaning back into the couch. He gripped your hips and lifted you, so you were hovering over him. After lining you up to his length, he slowly guided your body down.

He let out the sexiest sounding hiss of satisfaction as his slicked length impaled you.

You mewed and thrashed as the thick head of his cock came to a stop when your ass pressed back down in his lap. You couldn’t stay still. “Holy ff-ah-ck, Five!” you quietly stuttered as you moved up a little, only to fall back down when your legs went weak, causing the fullness of his cock to overwhelm you all over again.

Adjusting himself so the angle of his dick wasn’t quite as jarring had you both panting breaths of relief, but your quiet exclamations were still coming out much more panicked sounding than his. 

Again, when you tried to move, Five wouldn’t let you, going so far as to wrap his arms around your waist, causing you to have to lean back against him, fully flush.

“Don’t move,” he warned.

You felt helpless, like you were nothing more than an object put there for Five to use as he pleased, and as messed up as that was, that idea and reality of it happening was making you so aroused it hurt.

At the new sounds of Diego and Lila talking in the kitchen, only a room away, and the popping of popcorn, you were so wound up, just waiting for Five to take you over the edge, and end this, that your body started to tremble. You started rolling your hips, but Five’s hands gripped you tighter, insistently keeping you still.

“We tired the little beasts out this time! We’ll be right out,” Diego’s annoyed voice floated from the kitchen.

To that, you tried to get up, but Five held you tight with one arm, the other reaching for the throw blanket hanging over the back of the couch, covering you both like he planned on staying right there, and he confirmed as much when he said, “I think it’s time I give you a lesson in delayed gratification.”

When he shifted to better kiss your cheek, his cock buried snugly, ended up shifting too, and that didn’t help delay anything you were feeling. You let out a little whine from that reminder of how good it felt having Five moving inside you.

Five adjusted your thighs, spreading you wide, and getting even more aggravated, and knowing he wasn’t going to let up on this, you rapidly started bouncing up and down, your breathy moans of exertion bitten back by your teeth studding into your lower lip.

Behind you, Five’s body tensed each time you tried to fuck yourself down on his cock. Thinking you could get him to see the light, you reached back, running your fingers through his hair in way that usually made him turn into a mindless puddle of goo, but to that, he only started in again, peppering kisses to the nap of your neck, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

Letting you do all the work, only not very successfully with the way he had you detained, he moved his hold to your breasts, groping them through your shirt.

“What are you doing!” you huffed at him as you wriggled. He was still refusing to thrust himself up into you, even though you were wildly kicking your heels into his shins like he was a racehorse you were trying to get moving for the win at the finish line.

“I’m enjoying you to the fullest, but I promise I’ll make it worth it if you’re a good girl and you warm my cock until I say you can please me differently,” he calmly explained while dragging the tip of his nose along your hairline.

The feeling of his fingers skimming under your skirt left you burning up in confusion as your skin tickled with the prickle of goosebumps. You could feel the coil inside of you tightening with every second that this denial went on.

Five always felt so fucking amazing, and the things he did to you were, just wow…but holy hell! All he needed to do was… 

“Fuck me, Five! Please!” you begged, but he didn’t move, and not being allowed to do more than torment yourself, you defeatedly stopped fighting and flopped back against him.

Of course, that was when he started rocking his hips needily, pounding up into you, doing it hard enough to make the legs of the couch cry out in protest.

Your body strained as waves of arousal washed through you, making it feel like the temperature in the room had just increased by a zillion degrees. Your muscles squeezed around his shaft, trying to make him cum, so you could at least get the satisfaction of milking him dry before they came back.

Not having it, stopping completely, Five said your name in a very strained voice, followed by a hot puff of air blowing past your ear. “I told you to behave, and be my pretty little cockwarmer, and now look what you made me do, you willful little brat.” Five grunted so annoyingly adorably as he proceeded to rock shallow thrusts of his cock into you while you squirmed in his lap.

You were so turned on now as he attempted to punish you in your favorite way, your cries of pleasure rose with each tug and push of his dick. “Daddy, I am sorry. I need it! I need you,” you whimpered.

You gasped as the heels of Five’s shiny black shoes dug into the floor and his dick bottomed out, making it feel like he’d just stabbed you in the stomach.

Pushing his hands into your abdomen, feeling his own cock inside you, tearing you apart, Five’s hips stilled again, making you take it. You felt a pulse of excitement quiver up his length as aching pain filled you, and the breath you’d been holding came out in a flood of fucks.

Five opened his mouth, his warm breath hitting your ear as he started to say something, but he was interrupted by the loud beep of the microwave, and Lila talking about him. “That demented little pervert better not be trying to screw that poor girl on our couch.”

That snapped you out of your daze and both your backs stiffened. The smell of buttery popcorn wafted your way as Diego’s shadow began moving down the hall in your direction.

Your face felt like it was on fire as you moved to get off Five before they caught you, but to your horror, his fingers tightened on your rib cage, digging in so hard that you couldn’t help it when you started laughing uncontrollably.

“Stay put,” he ordered as he attacked you.

You whipped your head around, your eyes wild. “Are you crazy?”

“Yes,” he said, totally straight faced, then he gingerly kissed your shoulder, and removed his hands from under your clothes, just as Diego came around the corner with Lila right behind him.

It was impossible to ignore that Five’s length was still rock hard inside of you. You were frozen like a deer trapped in the headlights, but that asshole just sat there and nonchalantly plucked at the cuff of his shirt sleeve, glancing at his watch, like he was irritated they had taken��so long.

You were torn between getting up and putting as much distance between you and him as possible, or proving that he wasn’t the only bat shit crazy one, by staying there to finish what he’d started and making it to where you both were never asked to come over for family night again.

“Sorry. Like I said, kids are-” Diego started, then he paused, eying the blanket wrapped around your laps. He raised his eyebrows to the ceiling. “Well, well, well… You guys look cozy.”

Smiling innocently, Five pulled the blanket around you a little, making it cover a little more of your legs, but it still wasn’t long enough to hide that you were basically sitting not just between his legs, but on his lap.

Giving Five the stink eye, Lila smiled just as fake as him, then sat down in her recliner. “Here,” she said, reaching back, offering you the larger afghan in her hand.

She was way too far away for you to reach it, and not at all thinking, you started to rise, but at the feel of Five’s cock slipping out of you, you quickly sat back down. Your eyes felt like they may have rolled back in your head, and your neck turned a million shades pinker from the feel of it. Also paying for that mistake, you heard and felt Five let out a sharp intake of breath.

“What’s the problem?” Lila asked, scowling at him.

“Just throw it over,” Five angrily grumbled at her, and your stomach quivered from the deep tenor of his voice, and your walls reactively clenched around him, trying to prolong the feeling.

Clearly aware something was up, coming over, taking the blanket, before either you, or Five, did something stupid, Diego kindly handed you the blanket and then Five the bowl of popcorn he’d bought for you to share.

“You think you two kids can be good and watch the rest of this movie?” Diego questioned, “Or do you want to call it a night?”

“We’re good. Start it back up,” Five cooly replied, and again, just the feel of his body inside yours as he spoke was making it hard for you to resist moving your hips. How he could act so relaxed was beyond you. You felt like you were going to burst at the seams, and when he leaned forward to set the bowl on the coffee table you almost came right then and there.

What the hell was he doing!!!!!!!

As the TV screen came to life, there was no way your mind could go back to the romantic comedy that was playing, not with Five moving himself, and you down, laying so your heads were resting on one of the end pillows. His warm, heavy cock slipped in and out from the motion, giving you the slightest friction from the adjustment, but just as fast, with one deliberate thrust, burying himself full deep again, he had you. “Oh! Shoooo.....ooot,” you accidentally cried out, quickly acting like you had your hair tangled under him in a way that hurt. 

Pretending like he was unaware of what he'd done, Five kicked his shoes off, and his feet joined yours at the other end of the couch.

“Isn’t this nice?” he whispered in your ear, and again, Lila glanced your way, but this time, you swore you saw her trying to hold in a smile.  

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing. The joy in Five’s voice proved he was thrilled, and that he knew just what he was doing to you, which was driving you insane.

Laying there, mostly hidden under the blankets, Five moved his arm that was draped over your body, his fingers soothingly moving along your side, then your stomach, up and down, over and over.

It felt amazing. This was so sneaky and dirty, but still, you’d never felt anything even remotely like this. All you think about was him. All you could feel was him.

As Five slowly caressed your body, every so often your hips would reactively start moving. You pushed your butt against him, trying to increase the sensation, and just that tiniest movement would make you want to cry because it felt so good.

Planting his feet on the arm rest, doing you even more dirty, Five slowly began to work his hips, fucking his cock into you, so shallow and so agonizing slow. Letting go, you shut your eyes, your pinched breaths falling into cadence with his.

Creeping his hand between your legs, Five was greeted with the fresh wash of wetness of his making. “I could hold you like this forever,” he whispered with his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

His loving words and the feeling of what he was doing made it feel like you were being lit on fire. You were sure that you were glowing with Five’s ethereal aura of blue light, and he was about to blink you out of there, but that didn’t happen.

Instead, gripping your hips to prevent you from grinding back against him, he stopped rutting himself against you.

“Perfect little cockwarmer,” he breathed, so quietly, only you could hear it.

As he worked a single finger, back and forth across your clit, the only sign something was going on over on the couch was the soft, wet sound of movement, but it was too quiet for Diego or Lila to hear it. That was until Five hooked his finger, dragging it up and down even faster. Holding the blanket away from you, so they couldn’t see the quick thrusts of his wrist, the quietest whimper crept from your lips.

Diego looked your way for a second, but Five had already stopped moving his hand, so his brother looked away again, and turned up the volume on the TV. When Five pulled his hand back out from under the blankets, your shamefully slicked thighs helplessly clamped together in protest, then he brought his finger to your mouth, pulling at your bottom lip.

“Open,” he quietly demanded, peering down at you with a glint of fondness in his darkened eyes.

Not wanting him to draw more attention to the fact that you weren’t just sprawled out, spooning on their couch like you appeared to be, you did as he asked, and Five slid himself inside your mouth, the weight of his finger firmly pressing down on your tongue.

“Suck,” he breathed.

Obeying him again, your lips closed, and you were met with the taste of your own lust.

Debasing you as he discretely fucked your mouth with his pussy-soaked finger, Five’s cock twitched with excitement. He was so hard, that he was throbbing. You knew that he had to be out of his mind by then, but then just like that, he pulled his hand away from your mouth and he reached for the bowl of popcorn, instead.

You were going to die.

Yup. This was it. You were dead. Klaus was going to end up being your only company.

On purpose or not, you weren’t sure, bringing a handful back, Five dropped a piece of the puffed corn, and it fell on the couch cushion right next to your face. Going all in with Five in this madness, you shuffled our hand out from under the blankets and popped it in your mouth, chewing angrily.

“I hate you,” you murmured, and Five kissed your temple in reply, then he continued to crunch on his salty treat.

At this point, it had been over a half hour with his cock inside you, stretching your walls, but hardly moving. You were so beside yourself, and you weren’t sure which you wanted to do more, kiss him silly, or slap him sillier. Both seemed like viable options, and knowing Five, he’d enjoy it way too much one way or another.

By the time the movie ended, Five had been quiet for the last thirty minutes, and so had you. You could feel his breathing, deep and slow, as if he was sleeping. When you’d looked back at him, even before the credits had rolled, his eyes were closed, his thick lashes laying in stark contrast to his flawlessly pale cheeks.

He was so beautiful.

Wanting to be with him, even in sleep, you closed your eyes too.

“Should I wake him up so he can get her home?” Diego whispered a few minutes later.

Lila’s reply was just as quiet. “No. Let him have this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen that evil little ghoul look so peaceful.”

The sounds of Diego and Lila turning the movie off, and the click of the lights going out, were followed by their feet, treading down the hall towards their bedroom.

You were sure that at some point during all that, you’d feel Five’s dick softening, but you hadn’t. You were also sure that he was out, sleeping just like they thought he was. Then, suddenly, the floor felt like it was dropping out from under you. You were floating through space, crashing through time and space, then thrown back into reality, met with the chill of cold blankets under your back.

Clinging to Five, even though his weight was holding you down, head spinning in a way that wasn't enough to make you sick, but was still plenty alarming, you shivered from head to toe.

Looking around, you realized you were back in Five’s apartment.

“Don’t worry, that feeling will go away in a minute,” he apologized. “You did so good, sweetheart. Now it’s time for your reward.” He pulled out of you, leaving your body bucking, and your cunt spasming from the loss of him filling your hole.

One second, illuminated by nothing other than the dim light filtering in through his bedroom blinds, Five was kneeling between your legs, tearing off his shirt, throwing his tie off in the darkness, and the next, you were blinded by a flash of light and he was back, totally naked, having ditched his pants and socks.

Bearing down on you with his dick bobbing against you, Five frantically worked your shirt up over your head. Once exposed, his lips came crashing down against yours.

“Five, please,” you whimpered as his tongue pushed inside your mouth. You couldn’t take it anymore.

Moving his kisses down your neck, then to your chest, giving your nipples each a few hot licks, Five braced himself on his forearms, then mounted your clit with his mouth, violently and relentlessly sucking you off.

The sloppy sound of him eating you out, and the heat of his breathy growls against your clit, sent jolts of electricity through you. Gripping his messy hair, you forced his face down harder, and Five took it like you knew he would, lapping at you, his tongue and teeth and his whole face fucking you delirious.

He was so fucking good at this, and you were so swollen from hours of him toying with you that all it took was less than a minute and your thighs were quivering around his youthfully smooth cheeks.

“Yes, Five, yeeeesssss!” you wailed as you came, seeing stars as your body writhed and twisted in his sheets and your walls tightened over and over, getting nothing but the empty ghost of him that had been there before. “Five…” you cried, tears streaming from your eyes as you looked down at the dark-haired boy who was giving you a misty-eyed look of his own that was so loving and broken it only made you want him more than you already did.

Barely a moment passed, and you were flipped over, blinked around in the other direction, and Five was entering you, fucking you with a messy pace, so hard and angrily as he slapped your ass, over and over, not hard, but hard enough. “That’s it, baby,” he growled in your ear as he draped himself over your back, using your arm to pull you up from the mattress. “You’re warming daddy’s cock so well.”

At that point, you could only repeat the words please and fuck like a broken record playing a background song of a porno. When Five finally let you drop back down to the mattress and his tightened balls started slapping into your body even harder from the momentum of him fucking you, your hands immediately balled into fists, your knuckles turning white from how hard you were clinging to the bedsheets.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he praised, “Daddy is going to fill you like the perfect little cock warmer you are.”

Again, you were thrown into space, your entire body feeling like it was being ripped apart, then slammed back together in a blast of blinding light that left tingles zipping up and down your spine and your eyes darting around, trying to understand what had happened.

Slamming you back down on his mattress as you both landed, falling from his portal, but with your body flipped the other way again, Five moved his hand under your thighs, pulling you to him. Once positioned, he gripped himself, giving his entire length a few long strokes.

“All I have ever wanted was this,” he whispered as he slid inside you, letting out a hissed, fuck as his jaw dropped open.

You could feel nothing but every slow thrust of him pushing deep inside you. You could hear nothing but the sound of your heart beating in your ears and the contented moans coming from his gently parted lips.

Rocking his hips harder and faster, Five jerked his head back, trying to whip his hair from his eyes. Looking utterly shattered, completely focused on you, his eyes narrowed with a darkness that you feared would always haunt him, but you weren’t scared of it, or him. 

Lifting you from the bed, thwacking his body into yours, he let the bulbous tip of his cock fuck into you just right, before he’d fuck you balls deep again, making you cry out his name even louder.

With the pattern he’d was laying into you, your second orgasm hit you fast and hard, turning your entire body into a warm pool of nothing, and Five followed you right after, his breathy groans and grunts sweet and innocent as he started to fill you.

You purred into his pillow as you felt the hot trickle of his fresh cum running out of you as he moved his hips, shifting back and forth, trying to coax more out of his orgasm and yours by not stopping even though he was spent.

This was your favorite part about sex with Five, him never giving in, of him falling down on you after you fucked, his breathy declarations of love softly caressing your senses as he kissed you sloppily, any where his lips could reach as he rut out his high.

Once the room was no longer filled with the sounds of you both blissfully losing yourself in the other, and the wet slow slap of skin-on-skin came to a stop. Five could no longer pump his softening cock inside you, but still, proudly knowing that he’d drawn out this moment he’d created to the absolute fullest, he finally pulled out, admiring his hot seed as it drizzled out of you until he reached for his shirt, carefully and gently whipping you down.

Reaching for him, Five was silent as he lay himself behind you with his sweat covered chest pressed to your back.

There was no need for words to say what doing this with you meant to him. You knew.

Five may seem all self-assured most of the time, but somewhere inside him there would always be that lost boy who desperately craved the warm feeling of human touch and the feeling of what it meant to be loved that he’d been denied for so long. Your heart felt so full. Out of everyone it could have been, he’d chosen you to finally have this with.

There was no one else like Five Hargreeves, and he was yours, and you were his, and you kissed the top of the hand that he had clinging to yours, for good measure, just in case he needed more proof of your devotion.

The quiet of the room remained, and you were lost in sleepy thoughts of happy things when suddenly your eyes popped open.

“Five? Where are my underwear?”

His adorable titter of boyish laughter shook you, then the cool feeling of his comforter fell over your bodies, and he threw a leg over yours, ensuring you couldn’t get away.

“Nothing says I am the dirty old pervert Lila said I was than the sight of your torn up panties laying on their couch in the morning. I just thought while I was taking full ownership of your heart, and your sweet pussy with my magical dick, I’d own up to that title too.”

“Five!”

Still chuckling, he snuggled himself into you, his smile plastered to the back of your neck as he breathed you in.

Within minutes of you stroking your hand along his arm that was still holding you tight, Five’s body relaxed into your touch. 

He did own your heart and he knew it.

With your eyes drooping, and a soft sigh, you both slipped away-together, warm, and safe and loved.

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Wow I have been nonstop thinking about tennis king yuuta and his little baby boy I’m going to kill you (affectionate) - @yuutito

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“Everybody thinks he looks like me, but I don’t see it that way. Maybe it’s because every time I look at him, I see my wife and I’m reminded of her […] I’m a little biased so I see her in everything.” 

You find yourself with tears welling in your eyes the more you read into Yuuta’s latest magazine interview. Between his sweet quotes and the pictures of him with your son, it’s taking everything in you not to burst into full-blown tears. 

Your boys look so handsome. You and Yuuta shared your concerns with publicizing your child at such a young age, but you two came to the conclusion that you’d rather have the control in the narrative than to let private family pictures be leaked uncontrollably. As another point of reassurance, Yuuta’s career provided him with just enough lime-light to be a household name without the crazy fame and criticism that came along being a true celebrity. Besides—Yuuta talked enough about you and your son in press conferences and interviews that it was bound to happen sooner rather than later. 

The article wasn’t entirely about you, or your family—or at least, you’re sure it wasn’t intended to be; you knew your husband had a knack for rambling about his loved ones, even where work was concerned. As you continue to read, you find a segment where the author compared Yuuta’s current statements with something similar he’d said about you twelve years ago—at the very start of his professional career: “If I owe this [winning Gold] to anybody, it’s my girlfriend. She’s always believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I wouldn’t have qualified or even thought to qualify if it weren’t for her.” 

It feels like you and Yuuta were just two kids in love back then. You didn’t think it could be more than that—you didn’t think you could love Yuuta more than you did all those years ago, but somewhere along the way just being in love wasn’t enough to describe it; Yuuta became your partner, someone you loved fundamentally, but also because you couldn’t stand to see yourself without him. And just when you thought you couldn’t love anyone nearly as much as you love him, you turn the page to a picture of your husband and son peeping through the holes of a racket and your heart feels full. 

When you scan the image more closely, you realize that it isn’t just any racket—it’s an old one, one you’d given to Yuuta as a gift probably back in high-school. You had no idea he’d kept it, but you suppose you shouldn’t be all that surprised; Yuuta is nothing if not sentimental. 

“Ah, there she is~” Yuuta’s voice cuts through your thoughts. When you turn, you see him, with your baby boy on his hip, sliding the back porch door closed. 

Both boys approach you with a smile on your face, and you set the magazine aside to sit up in the lounge chair to greet them. Yuuta presses a kiss to your forehead, then your lips before you do the same to your son. Immediately after, he reaches his arms out for you, and Yuuta chuckles, “You wanna be with your mama? Can’t blame you, I missed her, too.” 

He hands the baby off to you, and takes a seat on the other end of the chair, reaching over to coo at his son as you smother his face in kisses. 

“How was the farmer’s market?” you question, letting the baby settle into your lap. 

“Good, he picked out some very bright peppers, and we got some more strawberries, know you’ve been craving them,” Yuuta smiles, reaching over to pat your son’s head, when the closed magazine catches his eye, and he reaches for it, quickly flipping through, “Ah—I guess that interview’s out. He’s grown so much, even though it was only a few months ago.” 

You find the blush on his cheeks beyond endearing. Yuuta always finds room to be bashful no matter how many times he’s waxed poetic about his love for you, or his family—his cheeks always stain pink like the first day you met him. 

“It’s sweet. You’re sweet,” you smile, sparing a hand to run through Yuuta’s hair, charmed by the way he leans into your touch, “I didn’t know you still had that racket.” 

“Of course, I keep everything you give me,” he says, earnestly. He closes the magazine and scoots a little closer, taking advantage of the proximity and of your touch to lay his head on your shoulder, “Did you… read all of it?” 

“Almost, but no, why?” you question, with a light-hearted grin, “Did you say something that would lead the world to believe you’re somehow even more in love with me? Because you might already be past the threshold, dear.” 

Yuuta hums. He reaches to take you son out of your lap and carefully shifts himself to that he’s laying down, his head on your lap, and the baby in his arms, happily giggling and cooing as Yuuta holds him up. He lowers and raises him back and forth a few times, nuzzling their noses together when their faces are close, before sitting him up on his chest.

Then he tilts his head up to look at you, wide, love-filled eyes blinking slowly before he says, “Maybe… depends on if me saying I want more kids is past the threshold or not.” 

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Could you do headcannons for Undertaker with an s/o who has trouble cumming? 🥺

I love your Black Butler hc and scenarios💖

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Undertaker with an s/o who Has trouble cumming Headcanons + Drabble

Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Rated: 18+

Warnings: humping, praise, dirty talk, 18+ content in general

Genre: Smut

Admin Harmony: Wohoo guess who's back? It's me! I wanted to come out strong and I think I did just that baby! Thank you so much for the compliment and I hope you enjoy this!

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᯽Yeah, I understand the frustration of having trouble cumming. 

᯽So once you tell Undertaker about your issue with cumming, he will look rather intrigued. 

᯽ Obviously he will see it as a challenge. 

᯽And you know damn well he is going to try to succeed at doing it. 

᯽So he will suggest doing different things to see what will be the most effective. 

᯽He will finger you, eat you out, use of toys, the list goes  on and on. 

᯽He will also have you try different positions to see what can help too. 

᯽Hell, if there is a very weird or specific kink you have he will indulge in it happily. 

᯽*Cough* bonus if you also have a  spit kink as well.  *cough* 

᯽He loves experimenting and communicating with you. 

᯽He just wants to make sure you are comfortable so he will ask you questions while doing the deed. 

᯽”How does it feel when I touch you here?” “Do you like this, hm?” 

᯽”Tell me all of your fantasies, my love.” 

᯽ If he doesn’t make you cum the first time then he will take note of what to do or what not to do for next time. 

᯽definitely would want to try edging with you. 

᯽He loves edging so he would think it would be fun to edge you. 

᯽Also will love to use sex toys to also help with cumming. 

᯽He is so pro sex toys. 

᯽ Once he finally gets you to cum he will be so happy. 

᯽ He will feel accomplished, and again will take note on what to do next time. 

᯽It’s really all about experimenting and communicating with one other, and he is more than happy to do it with you. 

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You couldn’t help but squirm under his touch as his long, lengthy fingers expertly explored every inch and crevice of your sensitive nub. You weren't exactly sure how he was able to figure out what made you feel this way since you had so much trouble with cumming all by yourself. Your whimpers started to become audible, his fingers plunged deep inside of you, you could feel your arousal dripping from your wet cavern all the way down to his lap which was soaked. 

“You look so adorable like this, my love.” Undertaker teased, slowly curling his fingers to hit your g-spot, feeling your body shake with wanton lust. “Does this feel good, dear? Do you want me to go faster?” Your stream of whimpers sounded pathetic, not being able to speak up properly. “I need you to speak clearly for me. How else am I going to make you cum?” “Y-yes please go faster… I need it.” You pleaded to him, Undertaker let out a chuckle, entertained by how desperate you are for him. “Anything for you, my love.” He hummed, moving his fingers in and out of you softly, then gently moving faster, while curling his fingers inside of you, to make sure  was hitting the right spot. He watch as your arousal continued to leak out, wetting everything that was below you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, “Ah, that’s new my dear. You never reacted like this before. We are getting somewhere.” Then out of nowhere, Undertaker took his fingers right out of you, watching you whine loudly and denial. “Nooo Adrian why? I need you!” You begin to cry, you hated how empty you felt without him, he needed to go back in or you don’t think you will ever get to cum for a very long time. 

“Hush, if you really want to come, then you will have to put more effort into it. Ride my hand like how you would do me, I’m sure you are ready enough to do that.” You weren’t exactly sure if that was true, you didn’t trust yourself with making yourself come. “Go on, if you need any help then I will happily oblige.”

Those words were somehow very comforting to you. Undertaker places his already wet hand in front of you, low enough for you to sit on it. You did exactly that, placing yourself onto him, gasping at the touch of his hand on your warmness. 

“I think you know what you need to do next, don’t be shy, you’re doing wonderful.”

You wrapped both of your arms around him as you gin to grind yourself onto his hand. You begin to move slowly, your grinding was a bit sloppy as you tried to find the right rhythm and pace that could get you off. Then, you begin to move your hips faster, your breathing hitching as your arousal grew more and more, now it seemed that you were leaking even more now, “Ah ah ah, up at me. I want to see your beautiful face as you come on my hand.” His dirty words and silky voice did something to you, which caused you to pick up the pace of your riding. You looked pathetic, but in the cutest way possible. You couldn’t believe that you were about to come just by riding Undertaker’s hand. What sent you over the edge was when he randomly started to rub your sensetive nerves. You halted your movements, moaning as loud as you can, shocked but also very pleased that he started to pleasure you again. Then Undertaker randomly halted his movements, you whined out in frustration. “Now now, you need to also put in work for your orgasm as well, nothing is free, my dear.” You sighed, but you began to move on the palm of his hand again, you needed this, and you will do anything for it. Your hips moved along with the movements of his hands, the friction added something extra. Your streams of moans were music to his ears, his eyes never leaving yours as you finally reached your climax. You cling onto Undertaker, the feeling of euphoria filled every inch of your body as long as your mind. You never wanted this feeling to end but sadly, it did. Once you come off from your high, you begin to pant, not realizing how much of a mess you made Undertaker. 

“My my, that was very intense but it seemed like it worked out tremendously,” He said, looking down at his lap which was soaked in your arousal. You looked down as well, biting your lip out of  embarrassment, “Yeah…. I think so too.” 

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Finding Out Dean’s Your True Mate

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Warnings: smut

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Ten seconds after entering the bar your mouth was watering. Alpha. An intoxicating Alpha was somewhere inside. The air was thick, musk, hint of vanilla, hint of tobacco, smokey and warm like a crackling fire. It was in every breath you took in. Overwhelming. Your head swam, hand shooting to the bartop to steady yourself.

“You alright?” asked the bartender. You looked around, the place empty aside from him. “Not open yet, sweetheart.”

“I um,” you said, taking a seat and closing your eyes. Goosebumps formed and rippled over your flesh, eyes flashing open when you got a stronger whiff of the scent. The bartender was leaned over, close to your face. It was him. His scent. His scent lighting up little nerves you didn’t know you had. 

He stared only a moment before he leaned in, kissing you soft, sweet, deepening it when you grabbed his shirt collar. A pair of large hands hoisted you straight up and you kicked your legs over the bar top, sitting with dangled legs over the side. He moved a single hand to the back of your neck, keeping you close. 

Something in the back of your mind said to go with it, forget about the fact you were an unclaimed Omega.

That this guy was just…yours.

“Wait,” he said, stepping back but unable to tear his hands away from you. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Y/N.”

“Dean.”

“You an asshole Dean?” 

“Not unless I have a reason to be.”

“Good enough for me,” you said. You hopped off the counter and he pulled your body flush to his, sliding a hand down your back. He froze though, sweat breaking out over his skin. “Claim me Alpha.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re my true mate? Based on high school biology, yes, yes I’m sure.”

“I was never good at biology.”

“Who gives a fuck.” You grabbed his face, Dean moving back into action, tugging your jeans down. He undid his belt and zipper, walking you back against the bar counter. A very pleasant shiver ran up and down your spine, slick soaking your underwear. Dean pushed them to the side with a finger, his cock hard and leaking, Dean’s body reacting just like yours. “Dean. Alpha.”

“Omega,” he grunted, slipping inside, your body taking him in perfectly. His cock felt amazing on it’s own. Then he started to move, slow, deep. Grinding upwards and hitting your g-spot. It made your toes curl and you stood up even more, Dean’s lips finding your neck, hot panty breaths spreading across the skin.

It didn’t take more than a few thrusts for his knot to start to swell. He thrust it inside, hoisting you up, your arms wrapping firmly around his shoulders for dear life. You managed to kick off one leg of your jeans, curling your legs around him. He rolled his hips hard, sliding a hand between you and barely rubbing your clit before you were coming. 

Your mind went fuzzy when he bit into your bonding gland, eyes fluttering shut, opening them to find yourself sitting on the floor in Dean’s lap, loud breaths filling the quiet room.

“Hey Omega,” he said, soft, his scent subtle and welcoming now, no longer too much.

“Hi Alpha,” you said, kissing him gently, Dean letting you own it, his hands holding you close. “So my true mate owns a bar.”

“He does indeed. What about mine? What’s she do?”

“I just quit my job about twenty minutes ago. Walked in here for a drink,” you said with a smile.

“Doesn’t really matter. You’re mine now and that’s all that does,” he murmured, kissing over your gland, his instincts kicking in and tending to the fresh bite.

“Just as long as you’re mine too.”

“Oh I was yours the second you walked in here sweetheart. Promise.”

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[love2holdit]

True Omo story

This was like over a year ago. My Daddy and I had gone over to his best friend’s house. We must have have stayed there a couple of hours. Daddy likes me to stay hydrated so I drank like two bottle waters. Before we left I kinda needed to pee but I got distracted. Before I knew it we were in the car headed back home. All of a sudden I spiked. (That’s what Daddy calls it.) I went from like a 7 to a 9 on the pee pee scale. Daddy said we could stop at a gas station once we made it to the main road. The only problem is to get to the main road we have to cross a set of rail road tracks. We have been over those tracks a hundred times, no train. But guess what we hear coming in the distance as we got closer?you guessed it, a damn train! As we sat there I jammed my hands between my thighs and pressed hard. I told Daddy I think I’mma pee pee in my pants. He told me to grab the pee pee pad he keeps under my seat for emergencies. I’m glad I did because as I reached for it I started to leak a little. I knew my panties were a little wet but I could stop it. I got the pee pee pad situated and I leaked some more. I told Daddy I was leaking and asked him to help me hold it. He gave me his hand and I put it between my thighs. I kept squeezing and rocking back-and-forth. Daddy pressed his fingers hard against me, which kind of turned me on and I think that’s what might have caused it as the train was about to end I couldn’t hold on another second I told daddy I’m going to pee pee in my pants. Daddy knew I had to go really bad. He told me it was OK and he wouldn’t Be mad if I had an accident. Just then The idea of going pee pee in my pants in the car which is kind of public really turned me on. I told daddy I don’t know what is happening, but this is really turning me on .  it actually kind of excited me in a way that I hadn’t felt before . The idea of us going past cars while I’m going pee pee in my pants or sitting there in my wet jeans and them having no idea that I was sitting in a puddle just really turned me on . I told daddy and I think he got a little turned on by the idea too if he did, though he didn’t let it show. He just kept pressing his hand into me, which turned me on even more. I told him I am going to do it..I wanted to do it I wanted to pee pee in my pants. He said go ahead baby girl, daddy‘s here it’s OK it started slow at first then it made a loud hissing noise and it started flooding. I was wearing blue jeans and it showed up good. Daddy was driving but he could look over and see my jeans changing color and he kept his hand there the whole time pressing it hard against me and my princess parts as I kept peeing it felt so fucking good. I think I made a loud hissing noise like twice. Daddy looked at me and said wow you really had to go baby girl. I told him this was fun and I would actually like to try it again but next time not by accident but on purpose. Daddy said he would think about it, now sometimes before we go somewhere . I drink a whole lot of water and make sure that I don’t go pee pee before getting in the car. So far it hasn’t happened yet, but I sure am hoping it will again soon. Sadly, daddy has been working a lot and I have not had a lot of time to spend but we hope to hang out again soon and when we do I really really really want to pee pee in my pants in the car. 😈😈

[blue-aconite]

let me drown || chapter V - jake's summer part II

Summary: 

Warnings: Swearing, a lil bit of angst

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x OC (past), Jake Seresin x OC (future)

Authors Note: It's been forever since I've updated this series but we're finally getting somewhere! Minors DNI. Each chapter will be labelled with warnings individually.

Thank you to my beta @a-reader-and-a-writer, you're amazing! ♥️

California, Lemoore Naval Air Station, Spring 2019

Jake was cooling down on the treadmill after his morning workout when Javy’s name flashed across his phone. He lowered the pace on the machine as he answered the call. “Hey man, what’s up?”

“You’ll never guess what I just found out!” Javy exclaimed, a tone of excitement obvious in his voice. 

Jake rolled his eyes. “Uh, you found out Phoenix finally grew tired of your gossiping and decided to leave?”

Javy gasped on the other end. “If you’re going to be mean, I won’t tell you.”

“I’m very sorry for being so inconsiderate of your feelings, will you please share your news with me?” 

“You’re such an ass.” Javy complained and Jake could picture his best friend’s expression.

“Anyway, I found out where Bradshaw is now.” He sounded smug, like he was sharing something he shouldn’t, which was probably the case. 

But the tidbit of information intrigued Jake. Thanks to Bob, he knew something must have happened for Thea and Bradshaw to call it quits and for Bob to request a transfer across the country to get his sister away from Virginia Beach.

“Do tell.” Jake said as he looked around and found himself in a now somewhat deserted gym. Turning off the treadmill completely, he wiped it off before picking up his bag.

“Okay, but you can’t tell anyone. Nat swore me to secrecy.” Javy whispered conspiratorially, like he was leaking top-secret government information.

Jake rolled his eyes as he walked back to his bunk. “So you’re not supposed to share this with me?” Coyote hesitated for a moment, making Jake smile. “I swear that I won’t utter a word of what you’re about to tell me.” 

“No, I’m not supposed to share but now that you’ve sworn…-” Javy dragged out the ‘o’ before continuing. “He’s off the coast of Japan, with the Golden Warriors.” 

“I knew the Warriors were deploying, I spoke with Badger when I was visiting Athena and he said they were leaving after Christmas.” Jake recalled, remembering meeting up with his friend from flight school while in Virginia Beach.

They discussed the new information for a while and Jake made sure to leave Thea’s name out of it. He still didn’t know anything except for what Bob had told him. And while he knew Javy would keep his trap shut, he didn’t want to speak about something he had limited information about.

“Well, I guess they broke up? Do you know why?” Javy asked.

Jake sighed. “No. Bob just told me it was over and that Thea wasn’t doing so good.”

Coyote hummed. “Well, count me in for dinner. I haven’t seen Floyd in forever.” 

Jake promised to text the address Bob had given him before they said their goodbyes and hung up. 

It still bothered him that whatever had gone down between Thea and Rooster, Thea was the one who was suffering for it. He wanted to be there for her but he also didn’t want to push his luck. After his last message, he hadn’t reached out, deciding that he would let her decide if she wanted to continue the conversation. He wanted to let it happen on her terms. 

His stomach still fluttered whenever he thought of her but Jake tried his best to push it aside. Even if Thea’s smile made him feel like he could soar, he stayed true to his words to be her friend. 

Javy had teased him relentlessly about his crush, taking the opportunity that he was the one pining for once and not the other way around. 

Thea had texted him back but their correspondence was inconsistent at best, a few late night messages here and there. Jake was happy she wanted to speak to him at all, so he gladly told her about his day or whatever he thought she’d enjoy reading about. He’d sent some book recommendations, remembering how she had talked about how she needed to get back into reading books while they met in Virginia. 

After forwarding the address that Bob had given him to Javy, Jake decided the best way to stop obsessing over tomorrow was to just try and not think about it. He could at least try.

On the way over to the Floyd residence, Jake felt oddly nervous. He hadn’t seen Thea since his trip and he was excited. It would be nice to talk face to face instead of the texts they had exchanged. 

Javy had picked up on his nerves on the way over and snickered but Jake made sure to shut him up before they arrived. 

“Just be quiet about it, yeah? Can you do that?” He asked as they walked up to the cottage, a bottle of wine and a freshly bound bouquet for Thea. 

Javy laughed, bouncing on his toes. “You’re very adorable, Hangman. But yes, I will be quiet. I’m looking forward to meeting the girl that’s made you all cute and shit.” 

Jake retaliated by punching Javy in the arm playfully as they waited for someone to open the door. They could hear footsteps from within and after a few moments Bob opened the door, bbq tongs in one hand. 

“Hey, come on in!” He invited, beckoning them inside. “Shoes off, please. Thea has weird rules.”

“FLOYD, c’mere boy! It's been too fucking long.” Javy grabbed onto Bob before the poor man could escape, trapping him in an embrace whether Bob wanted it or not. Jake shook his head at Javy’s actions, subtly looking around the hallway. When he found no sign of Thea, he turned his focus back to Javy and Bob, only to find both of them already looking at him.

Javy was wearing a shit-eating grin while Bob was observing him with a calculated stare. It wasn’t hostile but Jake felt exposed under the older Floyds’ gaze so he held out the bottle of wine as a distraction. “Thanks for having us, man.”

Bob rolled his eyes, stepping forward to trap him in an one-armed hug. Jake returned it, careful not to crush the flowers. 

“I’m glad you could make it. Yes, you too Javy.” Bob joked as he led them into the kitchen. There were boxes in the hallway and a few more stacked against the corner of the living room. 

Bob offered them both a beer as they sat down at the kitchen island, an offhand wave towards the boxes. “Sorry about those, we haven’t really unpacked everything yet.”

“Do you live here or on base, then?” Javy asked, taking a handful of peanuts from the bowl Floyd offered.

“On base, I’m just keeping a few things here for storage. Thea doesn’t mind and most of the boxes are hers anyway.” Bob said as he grabbed a few plates from the cabinet. 

Upon closer inspection, Jake could see how bare the cottage looked. There was furniture and the like but it lacked a personal warmth. It made sense though, it hadn’t been long since the siblings arrived. 

Jake wondered how it would look after Thea put her personal touch on the place. Thea herself was so warm and kind, so maybe that was her choice of decorations too. Jake hoped he’d get to see what it looked like then.

“So, when do I get to meet this sister of yours? I’ve heard a lot, and it feels like I know her already.” Javy clapped his hands together as he looked around.

Bob pointed to the open sliding door leading into the backyard. Jake could spy a wooden deck and grass beyond that. 

“She’s outside by the grill. C’mon.” Bob took the plates with him. Jake grabbed the pitcher with water and followed him outside. 

As promised, Thea was standing behind the grill placed on the deck, staring at the ocean that could be viewed from the backyard. She looked smaller than Jake remembered, curled in on herself. His heartbeat picked up as he studied her, feeling strangely at peace now that he was in her presence again. He had missed her, despite their brief interaction last time they saw each other. 

“Tiny! Come say hello!” Bob called, breaking his sister out of whatever trance she was in. Jake could tell that her smile wasn’t genuine as she approached them, but said nothing. Javy beat him to greet her, smiling gently. 

Jake watched as Javy extended his hand and introduced himself, trading hellos. He felt uncertain about how he should approach her. She had hugged him goodbye after their roundabout of golf and lunch but he wasn’t sure if it was appropriate now. 

“Earth to Jake. Hello?”

He was broken out of his inner monologue by Javy smacking him on the chest. Jake slapped his hand away and refocused his attention on Thea. She was standing close to Bob now, almost hiding behind her brother’s 6’2 ft frame. 

His heart thudded against his chest as she smiled timidly at him. Thea didn’t speak so Jake decided to go first. “Hi, Thea. It’s nice to see you again.”

Thea awkwardly looked around, wrapping her arms around her midsection as to protect herself before greeting him. It hurt him to see her look so small.

“Hi, Jake. It’s good to see you too.” She was more soft-spoken than he remembered but when she smiled at him, Jake still felt those flutters return. 

Bob and Javy moved away towards the grill, chatting animatedly and leaving him and Thea by themselves. He wanted to ask how she was doing, how she was feeling and if there was anything he could do. But Thea beat him to speaking. 

“I picked up a few of those books you recommended.” 

While it wasn’t what Jake was looking for, Thea looked so on edge that he figured it was a safe topic for her. Revisiting his earlier attitude about space, he smiled happily. “I’m glad. I hope you enjoy them.”

Thea smiled then, a tentative small smile, but a smile nonetheless. “Crime isn’t really my thing but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to branch out.”

After hesitating, Jake decided to stop beating around the bush. He opened his mouth to ask her if something was bothering her but Bob interrupted him, calling out that the food was ready. 

Thea made a vague gesture towards the seating area. “We should join them.” She almost looked relieved to be interrupted, as if she could sense what he was about to ask her. 

DInner was pleasant, the conversation between Jake, Javy and Bob flowed easily but Jake kept an eye on Thea through the entire meal. She participated whenever Javy asked her something or Bob turned to her but she was more subdued than he remembered from his dinner with the siblings back in Virginia. 

Whatever Bradshaw had done, it had obviously done a real number on Thea. And Jake hated that. He hated that his gut feelings about the man had been correct. Bradshaw was the same man he remembered and he loathed that Thea had seemingly paid the price for his actions. She deserved better. 

“So, Bob mentioned you graduated from UPenn? Architecture, right?” Javy asked, directing his attention to Thea. 

Thea nodded, putting down her glass. “Mm. You know anything about it?”

Javy laughed, chewing on a potato. “I think my cousin’s wife is an architect and I know you guys design buildings. That’s about it.” 

They all laughed and, with some more prompting, she launched into an explanation of her degree and new workplace. She lit up when describing the project she’d been put on and it was clear that this was her passion. 

“Okay, I admit defeat. You guys do a lot more than designing buildings.” Javy mused.

“Yeah but I know that’s what most people think about when they hear the word architecture.” Thea assured him, stabbing a broccoli with her fork.

They had let Thea talk without interrupting but it felt safe to ask questions now. “What’s your focus?” Jake asked, leaning back in his seat. 

“Focus?” Javy asked at the same time as Thea answered his question. “My main one is landscape architecture but I’ve done some projects in interior design as well.” 

Javy looked bewildered between the two of them. “There’s different fields?”

Bob snickered behind his glass, the upturn of his lips making Jake smile in return. Thea smiled as well and Javy grimaced. “I did not know that. Interesting.”

She angled her body towards Javy more, explaining the different types and what had prompted her to choose that specific field. 

Jake took the opportunity to turn his questions towards Bob. “So, how’s Taylor?”

Bob shrugged. “She’s fine.”

“You don’t sound too sure.” 

Bob faltered, shifting uneasily. “She was supposed to hand in her notice. She said she could find another job here, that she was willing to move but when I asked her about it, she admitted that she hadn’t turned it in yet - and she couldn’t give me a straight answer as to why.”

Jake’s heart went out to Bob, who was obviously struggling with this dilemma. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t understand though, you said she was coming with us.” Thea spoke up, having listened in on their side conversation.

“She’ll be here, Tiny.” Bob reassured but it didn’t sound as confident as Jake guessed Bob wanted to come off as. 

The conversation came to a halt, nobody knowing how to continue. A few moments passed before Bob spoke up. “It’s fine, you guys. Does anyone want coffee?”

They all helped clear the table, the tension from the previous conversation ebbing away. Thea shooed them from the kitchen, rinsing the dishes in the sink. Javy and Bob took her gesture to heart and headed back outside but Jake decided to linger. 

“You don’t have to stick around.” Thea busied herself with the plates, keeping her eyes on the sink. Jake leaned against the kitchen island, shrugging his shoulders.

“Figured you could use some help.”

Thea laughed, a genuine sound this time and Jake’s heart did a somersault in his chest. He immediately scolded himself silently for his reaction, keeping his face neutral. “What?”

“I know you three haven’t been around each other in a while. You really want to help me load the dishwasher instead of catching up with your friends?” Thea snorted, rinsing another plate. 

Jake rolled his eyes. “I’ll have you know my mama raised a gentleman, I’m nothing like those two heathens who just abandons a lady with chores.” 

He went for the joke, hoping that it would ease up on the slight apprehension he could feel from her. She was smiling but her body language told him she wasn’t totally at ease with him. He wondered why. 

“Hangman! Get out here!” Bob called, waving at him through the window. 

He turned towards Thea but she waved a hand in the direction of her brother. “Go. I’m almost done here. Take the mugs with you, please.” 

He did as she asked before casting one last glance her way as he left the kitchen. She didn’t notice, busy with cleaning off the counter. 

He watched her through the window, noticing how she relaxed slightly the moment she was alone. Trying to not feel hurt by Thea’s apprehension, Jake took a seat again, easily catching up with the conversation between Coyote and Bob.

No one mentioned anything when Thea didn’t join them again until he and Javy were standing on the porch, saying their goodbye’s. 

Javy trapped both Thea and Bob in a hug before either could protest, which made him smile. Jake was used to his best friend’s behaviour but Bob looked like he might have forgotten since they were all together last time. 

“Listen, don’t be a stranger! You need anything, just give us a call. If Bob can’t help you, of course. And when she gets here, I’d love for you to meet my girlfriend. I think you two would like each other.” Javy rambled, adding himself to Thea’s contacts. 

“Nat’s visiting?” 

Javy nodded happily. “In two weeks. Maybe we can all go out to dinner?”

“Sounds good! We’ll plan later.” It doesn’t go unnoticed how Bob chose to not put Thea on the spot by asking her to tag along even though the invitation was there. Jake echoed his agreement instead of saying anything and Javy immediately started planning a group chat.

Turning slightly towards Thea, Jake decided against a hug, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “It was good to see you again. Like Javy said, if you need anything -”

“Thanks,” she interrupted, biting her lower lip, “I appreciate it. I’m glad you guys stopped by.” 

They waved their goodbyes when he’s reversing out of the driveway and Jake could feel Javy’s eyes trained on him.

“What?”

Javy shrugged. “Nothing. Thea seems nice. A bit quiet though and sad.”

He didn’t answer, instead choosing to focus on the road despite it being nearly empty. He didn’t want to think about all the reasons Thea had changed so much since he first met her. While she was still there, Jake could see how much the breakup from Bradshaw had changed her.

“But I liked her and most important of all, I can see why you’ve got a massive crush on her.”

Jake snorted. “It’s not like that.”

“Sure it isn’t. Man, she’s been the only thing you’ve talked about since visiting Oceana. And, I’ll admit, I did tell you to not get involved because she had a boyfriend and a protective older brother. Also because I didn't want to see you get hurt, y’know?” Javy had taken on a more serious tone now.

He continued without letting Jake talk. “And at the time, I was right. But maybe you should now.”

The last part made Jake turn his head, eyebrows rising. “Seriously? Were you not at the same dinner as me? She was uncomfortable around me, although I don’t know why.”

“Maybe you should ask her why? You can’t fix it if you don’t know what’s wrong.” 

Jake pulled into the parking lot, killing the engine. “I don’t want to back her into a corner and it’s not like she owes me her friendship or anything. We hung out twice and while we really clicked, something has obviously changed. I’ll see if she even wants to spend time together first before making demands.”

“You know, you’re smarter than people give you credit for. I guess you’re more than just a pretty fa - HEY!” Javy swatted his hand away as Jake tried to slap him on the side of the face, laughing as he ran away.

“I’m reporting you. You can’t go around damaging government property!” Javy cackled as he headed in the opposite direction. Jake flipped him off even though Coyote couldn’t see him.

“Sleep with one eye open, Machado!”

“I’ll talk to you later, Hangman!” was the only answer and Jake could hear him still laughing in the distance. 

Javy had sent him 10 snaps when he got back to his room but he went straight to bed, wanting to catch some much-needed sleep. 

And despite everything, Jake thought about Thea as he fell asleep.

“Can I ask you something?”

Bob shrugged. “I don’t guarantee an answer.”

Jake hesitated, sparing one moment to wonder if he should ask or just forget about it. Floyd didn't seem to notice, immersed in his phone. 

“Have you heard from Taylor?”

Bob fixed him with a stare that reminded him of his own mother, one eyebrow slightly higher than the other. “That’s not what you want to ask and we both know it. But to answer it, not really? We’ve texted back and forth but she still can’t give me a straight answer.”

“You don’t seem too worried.” Jake observed.

Bob sighed. “I am but I also have other things to think about.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Jake voiced his concern. “Like Thea?”

Bob rolled his shoulders back, cracking his neck. “I still worry about her. I thought moving here would help and it has but I guess I was being a bit too convinced it would fix everything. And the whole situation with Taylor isn’t helping, at all. I feel like I’m being stretched too thin at this point.”

Jake felt bad for his friend, wishing he could help. “If there’s anything I can do to help, I’d be down. Don’t want you to run yourself into the ground worrying about everyone.”

Bob huffed, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve been worrying about Tiny since the day she was born, it’s not going to stop anytime soon.”

He was reluctant to add to Bob’s burden but a question had been eating away at him since dinner last week. Jake had tried to let it go but he couldn’t. 

“Thea appeared a bit off at dinner. Which isn’t a surprise, considering what has happened. But I couldn’t help but notice that she seemed uneasy around me. Uncomfortable. I’ve been chalking it up to just being nervous but something has changed.” Jake spoke slowly, spilling his thoughts.

“I know it’s not my place and you said it’s not your story to tell but even I can see that whatever happened between her and Rooster has hurt her. And I just want to help.”

Jake knew he sounded a bit pathetic at the end of his rant but he didn’t care. He was worried about Thea, and Bob to an extent, and while his reputation painted him as a man who only cared about himself, Jake did care about his friends and family. 

Javy was right, he could be an asshole but not when it came to the people closest to him. 

“Do you really want to know what happened?” Bob asked, observing him with a calculated look that oddly enough made Jake sit up a bit straighter, as if he was being judged. 

He ran a hand through his hair. “It’s not as much as knowing what happened but about helping and being there for your sister. I really care about her.”

Bob closed his eyes briefly, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you. But you have to understand, not even I know everything. She won’t say anything but I know there are still things she hasn’t told me. But promise me one thing, same as I promised Thea concerning Rooster.”

“What did you promise?”

“I promised I’d stay out of it. That I wouldn’t go after him.”

Jake cleared his throat, trying to picture Bob hunting Bradshaw down. It wasn’t crazy but he had a hard time imagining it. But if Thea had made Bob promise not to, he would as well. “Well, I swear I won’t hunt him down.”

Bob laughed humorlessly, clenching his jaw. He was angry, Jake realised. “After I’m done telling you, you might want to.”

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kenstewy fic recs?

oh god… so many… first of all anything and everything by ao3 authors leoandsnake (especially tsd i & tsd ii) and stewyonmolly (im particularly fond of lesbian kenstewy & their senses series)

MORE RECS UNDER CUT!!!

coefficient of variation by trill_gutterbug

summary:

"No, it's not—I just want to. It's not like, a thing, you know?"

"You want to lie here slobbering on my limp dick while I read forty-seven thrilling pages of Macroprudential Policy Regulation, but it's 'not a thing.'"

Kendall's face, already hot, pulsed feverish with a livid mix of embarrassment and arousal. He shut his eyes. "Something like that, yeah."

Telemachus’ Detachment by magnoliabud

summary:

There’s one thing Logan hasn’t used against Kendall yet: his relationship with Stewy. Kendall decides to jump in front of it.

Or: thirty years of something.

Set from the middle of Series 3, after the shareholder’s meeting.

tenderness of heart by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy,

My assistant said that you told her if I wasn’t using my phone “to at least send a fucking letter or some shit” and I don’t know whether you were joking or whatever but here. You know that being online is bad shit for me man. So here’s this: I’m OK. Is that good enough? Do you need a stool sample or something too? Vial of my blood? Let me know

Kendall Roy

*

Kendall goes offline. Stewy sends him letters.

we’ll meet in even greater darkness later by moonrocks

summary:

Kendall isn’t exactly sure what Stewy’s doing here, if this is a booty call for old times’ sake or there’s something else they need to discuss. Maybe Stewy’s just doing him another solid. Since his dad died, it’s been hard to be stagnant in his apartment all alone. Between the studio in LA and the corporate retreat in Norway, Kendall has actively avoided it, but the election is coming up, and there’s nowhere to run now. He’s in the bullpen and the beast is rearing its ugly head.

(Set sometime between 4x04 and 4x08).

some little language by strangeluvz

summary:

Stewy says, “Dude, sometimes. I think I, like, love you so much, it physically hurts.”

Kendall replies, without thinking, “What the fuck.”

*

Post-canon: Kendall goes to Stewy. Stewy’s arms are always open.

Make Good by Springandastorm

summary:

"I don't think…" Kendall trails off. His shoulders hang heavy.

"You don't think, or you do?" Stewy asks, the usual smooth scale of his voice a little softer, like he's talking Kendall off a ledge somewhere.

"I think I'm pretty fucking hollow."

"Yeah. My voice echoes when I talk to you." Stewy agrees, leaning a little closer and knocking his shoulder into his. "That's okay."

a current under sea / picked his bones in whispers by ingwertee

summary:

God, he’s been picking up the pieces for a mopey, strung out, kicked puppy version of Kendall for over a year now. Kendall’s sudden surge of confidence, however unjustified, turns him on, reminds him of the Kendall he had started to think only existed in his daydreams.

a little of the collapsing space by ohtempora

summary:

“I’m not gonna say you should have told me,” Stewy says. “You absolutely should not have told me fucking anything."

what did you tell me, mary by harukatenoh

summary:

In which Kendall and Stewy attempt to answer: what have you got in your fucking hand?

i figure you with love by alaczije

summary:

Stewy manages to do a decent job of forgetting about Kendall, and him-and-Kendall, and all the neuroses contained therein, until the pap photos leak.

Luxe / Redux by orestesfasting

summary:

He’s not sure what he’s more angry about, is the thing. The betrayal or the subsequent lie.

Or—maybe that’s not quite true. He knows which one he’s more angry about, and he knows that rationally it should be the other one. But needless to say, if Kendall had told him the truth about why he did what he did, Stewy wouldn’t be heading to his place uninvited at 11PM on a Saturday night, brimming with righteous fury like the proverbial woman scorned.

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line for each letter

tagged by @laufire like two weeks ago, but I didn't have enough written then to fill out the letters lmao. but we're here now!

my word is LYRIC. here's a line (using the world's most generous definition of "line," because I'm me) starting with each letter, all from the upcoming chapter of Through His Stomach:

L

Legend says the Cook has been here forever. Men have died at sea in search of this hut for decades, centuries. A witch concocting vile brews; a lone magician on an island; fucking Shakespeare wrote about the Cook. (James recalls his lied assertion to Miranda: you are nothing like him. A matched determination in their eyes, a lineage of push, prod, provoke. She’d call him Prospero if she were here.) Most who look upon the Cook see only the legend, only the aggrandized myth—they must, for it to propagate. Thomas speaks like legend’s all but shorn away and left behind a man like any other, a man aged not a millennium but younger, even, than himself. A man who pets his cat and prunes his plants. And James with head-splitting dissonance sees them both, sees myth’s ghostly apparition like a translucent mask over the Cook’s face, a glamour, a shade. A visage false, and the true one, identical, just beneath.

Y

“You braved such a squall to get here,” the Cook says. “I’m flattered.” “A ship-killer,” Mr. McGraw says in between long swallows of broth. “That’s what they’d have called it in the Navy.” “You didn’t consider turning back?” “Never.” The color returns to him with every sip, that ghoulish seasick blue rightly rendered red again, enchanting to behold. “Besides, I was already halfway here when the rain started. The closer I got, the more it escalated—it knocked me back a few times, but if I could just push through… I knew what was on the other side.” Hunger flares in the Cook’s chest. “The sea tried to keep you from me.”

R

Redundant thunder doubly cuts the thick air that had cocooned them—Mr. McGraw will surely sputter and scoot away, ashamed for having been so near, and the Cook doesn’t want to fucking deal with that, so he stands first. When he turns, the cat swipes with extended claws at the leaf of a tomato plant, reaching down from its pot as though to pet her. His shoulders tense with agitation: the tomatoes know she’s irritated by them, but they simply cannot help themselves. Now they’ll sulk, petulant, their fruits gone limp and wrinkly in the wake of this most grievous injury, the slight nicking of a single leaf. Ridiculous. The Cook stalks across the room and snatches the cat off the floor one-handed, mug still clenched tightly in the other. “Behave, both of you,” he says, glaring alternately at her and the tomatoes. “What did I say about keeping our hands to ourselves?”

I

“If you’d like me to be comfortable, good sir,” Thomas says, “then please, for the love of all that is holy, I beg you, call me Thomas. I am not a lord, and I had no interest in such deference or formality when I was. No man should be above another—thus, all being equals, I would like you to call me Thomas.” “As you wish, my lord,” says the Cook with the sort of playful grin that’s sure to set Thomas alight. Of all the words James has used to describe the Cook, he’s never said playful before, and Thomas loves nothing so much as play.

C

Cardamom and quince, maybe—the Cook knows about that. No, he can’t quite pin the taste, casting about in the dark for anything that might melt on his tongue. The Cook’s cavernous throat: down, down, the infinite falling; whatever melts may never come to rest. Anyway, he drinks his broth. He wishes it would fill. But there’s a leak in him, somewhere, a hole through which everything pours, and nothing stays. It must be near his heart, he thinks—between esophagus and stomach, some missed connection. Yes, the hole is near his heart. Perhaps it is his heart.

ooh okay I'm gonna tag @etoilesombre @boasamishipper @grasslandgirl and anyone else who wants to! idk who's working on any wips right now. absolutely no pressure

your word is INGOT (because obviously if I have to pick a five-letter word, it's gonna be ingot lmao)

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The Secret's out Part 4

An: I have no Idea how this started out as Christian and the readers' relationship getting leaked to becoming a whole ass horror movie. This will most likely be the last part! This part is also written in Christian’s pov because I felt like switching it up! Hope you enjoy and thank you all for the love on this story! 

Word count: 2153

Warnings: Violence, swearing, weapons, serious stalking, overall horror vibes

Summary: LuFisto kept her promise, making sure to make Y/n’s life miserable. Death threats, stalking and harassment ruining the family. It didn’t help that she was 8 months pregnant and now on bed rest. What happens when one stormy night their worst nightmare comes true. 

Main Masterlist Christian Cage Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Christian’s Pov: 

I remember Y/n telling me about the night terrors she used to get when she was a kid. They had gotten so bad that she got sent to a sleep clinic, which seemed to do the trick. Now here we are 25 years later experiencing the same thing. Although she said they were not the same as when she was a kid, she didn’t wake up screaming or crying but the waking up in a cold sweat, confusion, scared, paranoia and insomnia remained. It hurt me seeing her like this. 

I wasn’t a doctor but I knew this stress wouldn't be good for the baby. This drama with LuFisto had gone too far, she was sending us death threats. Isla was getting home schooled and Y/n was always worried that someone was out to get her. Of course if you have a stalker one of the first things you would do is get the hell away from wherever it was you were. In the meantime while Y/n and I looked for somewhere else to move we upgraded our security. Most nights having a car outside the home. Although the price was ridiculous I didn’t care we could afford it and if it helped Y/n’s peace of mind I didn’t care. This whole situation was ruining my family. 

Currently I sat in the kitchen, phone in hand. I had called the police for the third time this week and because no one had physically done anything they couldn't help. Just as I was about to head upstairs I noticed Y/n sleeping on the couch. Poor thing hadn't slept in days, doctors advising her to remain in bed for the duration of her pregnancy due to all of the stress. I placed a blanket over her and sat next to her. “I promise, everything is going to be ok. I am going to fix things” I knew Y/n was asleep and won't be able to hear me but my words were true. I took to twitter giving my two cents. ‘I am sick and tired of LuFisto and her goons harassing my family. I’m sure everyone knows that Y/n has done nothing wrong here. She is eight months pregnant and on bedrest because of your bull shit. You have been continuing to stalk us for months and I will be filling a restraining order. My daughter is getting homeschooled and I am not working because of your bullshit. I honestly don’t get it, it has been over a year and we are still dealing with your shit. I would appreciate it if you leave me and my family alone.’ 

I decided that I would join Y/n on the couch this evening. No way I was going to wake her up. Just as I was starting to get comfortable I heard Isla calling me. “Daddy, there is a monster under my bed” I went into her room and turned on the lights, searching under the bed and all over the room proving that there were no monsters. Hoping that she would go back to bed. Just as I was about to leave something caught my eye. I went to the window in Isla’s room and swear I saw someone standing outside next to the large tree in the backyard. I immediately ran outside and was greeted by nothing. I searched the whole yard looking for anything, nothing. By the time I came back inside Y/n had awoken and she was comforting a scared Isla. “Is everything ok?” She asked. I lied, not wanting to scare my already terrified daughter and get Y/n worked up about probably nothing. “Everything is fine. Isla, how about you sleep in our room tonight? Grab your blanket and your stuffies and meet us in our room ok?” She instantly took me up on the offer running up the stairs to grab her things. I walked over to the sliding door to the back yard and made sure it was locked. “You saw it too, didn’t you?” Y/n asked me as she walked up to me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You see I’m not crazy. You can see it too, what do you think it wants?” For the past few day’s Y/n had claimed to have seen something outside during the night. I went and looked for whatever it was she saw and always found nothing, this time I saw it with my own eyes. I didn’t know what to even say. I wasn’t scared, more creeped out, I was mainly angry at the fact that we had a stalker. “I don’t know” was the only words I could say. My brain was too invested in whatever it was that I saw. “How much longer until we can leave?” Y/n asked me as she lit some incense. I turned to look at her, meeting her green eyes before I looked at the boxes around the room. We had finally found a place to move, hopefully it would be temporary until we found a nicer home but the sooner we got out of this place the better. “Mover’s are coming next week, hopefully we get everything done within a day” I told her. Y/n gave me a sad smile before saying “We should go to bed, busy day tomorrow” to which I followed her. I tried to sleep but the uneasy feeling of being watched never left. 

***

It had been a few days since I saw that creature outside. I couldn't stop thinking about it. Everything had pretty much been packed away in boxes, waiting for the movers to take our things for the new home. I woke up this morning with a gut feeling that something was wrong and I knew Y/n felt it too. I sent Isla to be with my mother for the weekend so she didn’t need to deal with this. I felt like my life had become some kind of horror movie. Hard rain and fog setting the mood for this spring day. Y/n had been clensing the house everyday for the past few months, I’m not too sure exactly how that stuff works but I know Y/n. I trusted her that whatever witchcraft she was doing would help in some way. Last night the house alarm went off and I swear I heard someone walking downstairs but when I got there I saw nothing. That had been going on for the past two nights in a row and something told me today would be no different. I went downstairs to grab a few flashlights and lanterns in case the power went out due to the storm.

 As I looked in the dark closet I heard something. It sounded like someone had left the tv on. Going into our home theater I watched the image that played on the tv. It was Y/n’s and LuFisto’s match. That was weird, I was pretty sure no one went down there today and I just found it weird how of all the things that had to be playing. It freaked me out, the weird things just kept happening. Just then I heard Y/n scream. “Christian!, Christian, There is someone in the pool. Christian Cage I swear-!” I ran up the stairs to try and get to Y/n. I guess the basement door closed behind me and for some reason it didn’t open. We didn’t have a lock on the door or anything but It felt as if someone was leaning against the door, preventing me from opening it. When I finally got the door open I saw Y/n running towards me. “There is someone outside, floating in the pool.” I started walking towards the backdoor when I stopped in my tracks. There was something outside. I saw what looked like a person floating face down in our swimming pool. Whatever it was looked dead, I looked away for a second, going to reach the biggest knife we had to confront whatever it was that was outside. Just then I heard “It moved” I looked back and it was gone. Still, I told Y/n to call the cops and I went into the backyard. When I came back Y/n had tears in her eyes. “I promise I’m not crazy. You believe me right?” I knew what I saw, she was not crazy and if she was then I was crazy too. “No honey, I believe you” I told her, trying to give her a hug despite the bump in the way. 

For a few moments we just stood there in silence, just then I felt a kick. “Did you feel that?” 

“Yeah, she’s been very active” I knew it was only a matter of time before our daughter would be born and we had to create some stability within our life. This is no way to raise a child. 

Just then I felt my stomach drop. I heard glass shattering and looked up to see the glass sliding door that led to the backyard had shattered. Someone threw a brick wrapped in some sort of material through the glass, landing only a few feet away from us. Now it really felt like a horror movie. The storm had died down but night came fast, darkness surrounding us. With just my luck the power just had to shut off and I heard it. Footsteps, the porch creaked as the footsteps became louder and closer. “The cops are on their way right?” I asked Y/n “Yeah I called them, hopefully they will come soon” I grabbed the knife and Y/n stood behind me holding a bat. “I am going to kill that fucker” I muttered mostly to myself. 

In a matter of minutes that thing stood in front of me. Although it wasn’t armed you could tell that it wanted to inflict harm. Y/n and I stood back to back, she faced the front door and I faced the back. Just then the doorbell rang. “Why did you let me get that creepy doorbell?” Y/n asked, as the bell rang throughout the mostly empty house. She went to the door, trying to look at who it was, hopefully it was the cops. Of course it wasn’t, It was LuFisto. “It’s LuFisto, I’m still going to open the door. I’m going to bash that bitches brains in with this bat” I heard Y/n yell. 

She opened the door and like she said, whacked LuFisto in the head with the bat, causing her to fall to her knees. Y/n just kept hitting her with the bat, causing LuFisto to scream out in agony. On my end the mutated person who stood in front of me did nothing. Standing a few feet in front of me doing nothing. Just then the creature pulled a gun out of its pocket, shit. “Umm Y/n, I think you should stop” She turned and I heard the bat drop. She saw the gun pointed directly at her. I never broke, keeping eye contact with the creacher standing confidently showing that I was not scared even though I was terrified.

Just then as if on cue, I hear sirens coming down the street. Finally, just then I heard a shot. I looked and thankfully Y/n was fine. The bullet had completely missed, hitting the front window next to the door instead. Just then I heard several police officers enter and they yelled to drop our weapons to which I did no problem. The creacher did not. 

I stood next to Y/n as we watched LuFisto and that thing get arrested and put into the back of a cop car. We both gave our statements and handed over all of the security footage we had. Luckily for us everything was on film. Weeks of stalking and harassment filmed as proof, hopefully leading to some serious jail time. For the first time in a long time I felt relieved, things should go back to normal. We were safe now. 

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

The past year has been the craziest year of my life. It didn’t even seem real, this was something from a sick movie. If this taught me anything it would be to live in the moment and not take things for granted. Hold the ones you love close and remind them how much they mean to you. This whole experience made me realize how much I loved Y/n, the things we went through together making our bond stronger than it was before. I was so in love with her and would do anything for her, anything for this baby. Anything to keep them safe, this sick and twisted experience made me realize I wanted to spend the rest of my life with Y/n. I was going to Marry her!

[nerdieforpedro]

Common Ground

Part Five of A Safe Place for Us

Dieter Bravo x Aisha Smith (plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Aisha and Dieter have been busy. So busy that Aisha thinks about something Dieter hasn’t requested yet. That quickly falls by the wayside as they have a conversation about what their future could look like.

Warnings: cum play, being sore, unprotected p in v, dirty talk, coherent communication (in romance? Say it ain’t so!), bad jokes (it isn’t a true Nerdie fic without a few odd references), music choices, food mention, papers

Word Count: a little under 1.8k

Notes: Is there a schedule for this series? No. Am I working on it? Yes I wrote two sentences of chapter six. 😅 If one squints, there might be a reference or two to a certain musician, which I giggled thought about taking the jokes out and then said, nah staying in. I enjoy these two idiots in love. They’re cute. 🥰 And this is a series I write for comfort and to laugh. You know, I’m between the angst and dark stuff. 👀 (My bad to Jack and Pero).

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ AO3 Link

Waking up to Dieter takes getting used to for Aisha. It’s not unwelcome, she’s just not used to someone clinging to her like he does. Every morning he stays at her apartment is one where he has his arm and head somewhere on her. Chest, stomach, thigh, back, ass one time because he enjoys scissoring her entrance wider and scooping his spend that drips out of her back in before pumping his fingers to stir his cum within her.

She feels she needs to tell him to maybe stay at his place for a bit. Not because of the sex, if anything, she’d want him to stay longer for that. But Aisha is sore. Her pussy is sore, her legs are sore, breasts are sore, back and the only reason her mouth isn’t is that Dieter descends on her whenever he stops by. There’s no time for her to fumble with his pants when he’s already dropped them and is working to get her wet enough to enter.

Aisha notices though, over the almost two months they’ve been at this, Bravo’s been more prone to want her to climax before he does. It’s not that she’s never seen Dieter work hard. He’s dedicated to his acting craft and his art but not like this. Not in the same level of effort she sees his leaking head smearing drops on her thighs and the look on his face tells her he’s held off just for this. Just to be inside of her and to fill her. It’s when Dieter has her put her knee on the stool that’s in front of her small kitchen island that doubles as a counter that she mentions it before he enters her for the third time today. “Dee, don’t you want me to suck your cock? Sometimes…” She wants him inside, her walls are clenching in anticipation, but she and her cunt are tired. He pauses and kisses her shoulder, Dieter likes her in simple dresses for easy access.

“You want to Ai?“ He uses his teeth to nibble at her skin, Aisha groans, feeling herself lusting to having him inside. It’s becoming a need, and if she was honest with herself, it’s been one after the first week. “Haven’t gotten you pregnant yet.” Dieter knows that Aisha may not be handling such an increase in frequency of their joined bodies well. His libido is strong and is worse now that his best friend who he’s imagined in this very kitchen and on this island so many nights, morning and in his various trailers finally gave him access to her body. Bravo wants her to crave him like he does her, and wants his Aisha ravenous for him.

“Just let me do it once-“ Her yelp cuts out midway as he enters her slowly, testing her always to make sure she’s not pushing him away. She doesn’t. Laying her forearms on the counter, Aisha uses the leverage to push back, needing more friction than Dieter’s slow pace. He always enjoys teasing her, at least that's what she thinks. Lips at the back of her neck are wet from the small beads of sweat as he quickens to match her pace. Soon just slaps of skin and grunts are heard from Dieter as Aisha calls his name in forced whispers between breaths. It’s now that he has a hold on her hips and thrusts become rougher. The Oscar winner sees Aisha lay her forehead on the cool marble as she stretches her arms out, “Dammit, god you feel amazing Dee.”

“Make up your mind Scribbles.” Dieter leans over and coos in her ear before licking it. “Your pussy’s already swallowing my cock.” He slows his pace to last a bit longer, feeling her squeeze around his shaft is a haven he wants to remain in a bit longer. Bravo isn’t able to keep it slow and speeds back up, pumping Aisha full and rolling his hips while he reaches down to circle his thumb around her sensitive bud. “Give me one more Ai. One more.” With a string a ‘fucks’ her core grips Dieter’s dick as she comes again, when he doesn’t feel her body spasming, they both slump to the floor next to the kitchen island base. Aisha’s sitting in Dieter’s lap as his now limp cock slips out of her. The sudden cold has her groan. “You’ve always got one more in you Scribbles.” Bravo laughs and so does Aisha.

“More like I’ve always got you in me Dieter.” Her comment had Dieter run his hands down her thighs, rubbing them slowly.

“That’s our goal isn’t it? Keep you full so soon you’ll have a bun in the oven. Right?” He reaches up and pats her belly, Aisha places her hands over his.

“It is. It’s just we haven’t talked about what this is going to look like Dee. Not really.”

“You want to talk about it now? Or in a few after we wash up?” Dieter stands first and assists Aisha to her feet as they make their way to her bedroom.

“Yeah we should.” After cleaning up, they sit at the edge of the bed. “So say I’m pregnant this week, what do you expect to happen Dieter?” Scratching the back of his head, Bravo knows it’s serious when she calls him his full first name.

“Assuming I’m not on location or at some press thing, I’d want to celebrate with you. Have some cake and ice cream or something.” Aisha touches his face and traces the heart that grows in his patchy beard, she starts to say something but Dieter pats her knee. “But before that, no matter if you’re pregnant or not, I want you to move in with me. I don’t want you here by yourself and I’m going to hire an assistant for you.”

“Dieter Bravo you-“

“Hear me out Aisha.” His face is stern, a look she remembers from when she first brought up going by herself to the clinic. “You’ll still be in charge of what’s going on, I just want to be sure someone’s with you and I’m tired of going back and forth between our places.”

“Dieter what’s going to happen to my apartment? I’ve lived here for years. There’s so much stuff to move.”

“I know, but I told you I was going to do this with you. So I’m going to your next appointments and we’re going to come up with a birth plan with candles, a baby pool, some Enya and-“

“I plan to have the baby in the hospital Dee. And why Enya of all the music you could possibly think of? Not even like a lofi beats or classical? Just right to Enya?” Aisha’s hand grips Dieter’s shoulder as she laughs, shaking her head at the thought.

“But you’ll live with me right? To co-parent the hell out of this kid? You know once they get old enough they’ll try and pit us against each other.” Dieter plops back on the bed, “Mama! Daddy said I could have the Kit Kats! I swear!” Aisha lays down next to him and pokes his forehead.

“I know that’s a lie. You don’t share those, ever. The kid would be in so much hot water.” Curling up on Bravo’s chest, it’s a pleasant dream that could be a reality any day now. It’s frightening but he’s willing to be by her side. “So this is most days huh? In addition to the baby making, I mean.”

“Just so you know Ai, I’ve been down to fuck you since we shared leftovers from ‘Graceland.’ The more I got to know you, the worse it got. You were always so sweet, despite those delightfully smutty books you call novels and now the latest one with some woods fairy hung dude.” Aisha pinches his tummy as he continues, “I know what sad girl music you listen to. You want me to start howling when I get home?”

“I knew you listened to his music!“ She pecks his lips, “that’s from his first album too. I’m glad you don’t howl. I don’t want to imagine it. I don’t think it would sound the same coming from you Dee.”

“Of course not.” Dieter lays back and gives Aisha a cheeky grin. “It sounds a hellova lot better to you doesn’t it Scribbles?”

“You’re impossible. And we’ve gotten way off track.” Putting her head on his chest, she listens to his heart beat, it’s steady. Dee’s relaxed. “I have an appointment with my doctor next week. My primary, the OBGYN is in two weeks.”

“You know what we should do, merge calendars so we can keep track of everything.” Dieter’s hand runs his hand along her back.

“Sounds good Dee.” Aisha agrees and they doze off.

The next morning, Dieter does manage to make eggs and toast, they eat breakfast together and Aisha is dropped off at a meeting with her editor and publisher after riding with Bravo on his way back to the set. It turns out that there have been some script changes so he has half a day instead of a full one. He thinks about popping by Aisha’s place but decides to not to.

Dieter Bravo normally doesn’t plan much, but it seems it would be best to set up a meeting or two. He needs to start planning for the future.

The supernatural romance book Dieter had playfully mocked, was well received by her publisher and editor so Aisha calls Bravo to ask when he’s going to be home, she wants to celebrate. She declined the lunch that was served and hoped he’d be up for dinner, the scent of the garlic from the bread bothered her nose. Ai figured maybe the scent was just too strong and didn’t think much of it. Dieter answered and told her to be ready to be picked up and eat some Korean BBQ. Just the thought of the food was enough to grin with excitement.

That night, they went to a small hole in the wall Korean BBQ place that Dieter had found. They laughed and ate so much beef that both of them waddled to the car full of food.

Sleep that night came easy and was a bit gassy. With the sunrise and morning coffee, Dieter presented Aisha with a thick Manila folder. She sat across the kitchen island and opened it curious at what he’s cooked up.

Turns out the Oscar winner is more clever than people give him credit for.

Chapter Four. Chapter Six

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13 Terrifying True Tales of Abandoned Asylums and Hospitals

Could there be anything more nightmare-inducing than an abandoned lunatic asylum? Not really. Haunted hospitals and insane asylum stories are the stuff of legends, often places of trauma and death it’s hardly surprising when they become a source for a ghostly tale or two.

Here are 13 frightening ghost stories of abandoned asylums and hospitals as shared by urban explorers and security guards

1. The Old Operating Room

Abandoned hospital in my town is very active. It was also used in the movie Bone Yard. When they blew the hospital up in the movie apparently they actually burned some of it. So they abandoned it completely. Still have tables, desks, chairs, boxes and boxes of files. Not sure if half of the sightings are squatters or paranormal but friend of mine snuck in and had a series of lights turning off and on that lead him (and his friends) to an operation room. The light turned off and they panicked and ran out. They also had batteries drained and could only make out the light outside through the roof access hatch they used.

Also had a co-worker who worked at a renovated sanatorium turned tree farm. The basement had screams and grabbings. Still had an attendance board where the old nurses still signed in for duty even though there wasn’t any chalk. Some other things, that I cannot remember, happened that led him to quit.

2. 911 Calls

I’m a nurse that worked at a psychiatric hospital for five years. That place was haunted as shit. Police would call us in the middle of the night saying some little girl who identified herself as Satana was calling 911 from a certain extension in the hospital.

That extension? The arts and crafts room. Nobody goes there at night. Nobody. I assure you. Yet there’s obviously something there. And it calls 911 a lot.

Lots of other stories from that place but that’s the craziest, creepiest one.

3. The Power Was Still On

When I was a teenager (20+ years ago) my friends and I trespassed on a condemned insane asylum called Eloise in Southeastern Michigan.

The worst thing wasn’t that it was at night with shitty flashlights, the dirty patient records scattered on the floor, the broken furniture, the torn up walls, the leaking water pipes or the huge fungal bloom from the leaking water. The worst part was finding a tunnel and following it to a place inside where power was still on. There was a light, an ominous looking double doors and an active security camera.

It was like why is this here? What’s going on?

Later on, I found out that the asylum and a nearby hospital were connected. However, the wikipedia page says it closed in 1984 but we were there several years after that.

I think I saved one of the patient records somewhere.

4. The Footsteps Above

I was the night watchman at an abandoned mental hospital turned state park for a summer in college. The only creepy thing that happened was one night I was with one of the state park police and we saw flashlights in one of the buildings. Kids constantly broke in and other people broke in to gut the old buildings of any copper they could find.

So as I was saying one night we saw flashlights moving around so we went in. The officer pulled her gun and flashlight and in we went. We could her footsteps on the floor above us and we slowly and quietly went upstairs. We checked every room and found nothing. Then we heard footsteps above us again. This happened for a few floors until we were on the top floor below the roof. We heard footsteps up on the roof so we went up there. Still nothing. We never found anyone or any indication that anyone had been there. It was friggin creepy.

5. Things Moved In The Night

There is this abandoned mental hospital in my town called Prudhoe hospital which is sort of the scary place kids go to show bravado. It’s surrounded by woods so obviously you hear lots about it.

You hear lots of stories from people after it was abandoned but the spookiest things come from when it was still in service.

My mam worked at an auxiliary nurse there for years and she said at night the crippled kids who couldn’t move due to severe diseases and birth defects would somehow get out of there cribs and into the middle of the floor on the wards. Whatever was doing this would also go around and remove blankets from all the patients and again pile them in the center of the room.

Eventually security was hired believing it was someone getting into the hospital at night and doing all these things to scare people or to just be trouble.

However even with security they never found out who was doing these things at night.

6. The Praying Nun

My dad worked at a mental hospital that used to be connected to an abandoned nun’s home by underground passage. He says that one night he was walking down there when he saw a praying nun. He walked by her and said hello. She did not acknowledge him.

My dad does not believe in ghosts but he says there was a nun down there that night.

7. The Séance

I had a guy I worked with who used to be a hospital wardsman. He was telling me about a night where a few young nurses and some of the other wardsmen were going to hang around late one night and conduct a seance in one of the older unused wards.

Anyway, he agreed and one night they did it. He didn’t believe a word of it but took part for fun. He said they called through one spirit who identified himself as ‘Nigel’ and when asked if he was good or evil the planchette flicked straight to evil. At this stage my mate assumed people were pushing it and just laughed it off. After some more unintelligible responses the planchette started going ballistic, flicking from one letter to the next. Someone asked the scribe what it was saying and this guy goes ‘I can’t make it out….errrr hang on it’s saying ‘KILLBABYCASSYKILLBABYCASSYKILL??? Is it saying Cassy Kill Baby?’ One of the female nurses ran screaming and absolutely lost it, one of the girls running to help her.

Turns out this girl was named Cassy and she had had a secret abortion two weeks prior. She had told no one about the pregnancy, not even her boyfriend.

8. The Late Night Walk

A few years ago my cousin and his friends were walking in the woods outside of Fredrick and found an old abandoned Insane Asylum. It was all boarded up, grown over, dark, dusty; it looked like it was out of a movie.

Obviously my cousin and his friends broke in to look around.

The first room they went into was full of file cabinets holdings records of all the patients that used to be there, and they found a bunch of really creepy ass pictures. Another room was nothing but concrete and drains on the floor. The walls had chains attached to them, and in the center of the room was a table that had what looked like torture tools and beating sticks. Other than that they didn’t really see anything but they claim to have heard talking, footsteps, and demented giggling.

9. The Little Boy

I work night shift as a CNA in a hospital. I had a patient last year. He was in his 50s, totally with it. I had him for a week or two and never showed signs of confusion at night or otherwise. He liked to keep his door open at all times and he was in a room close to the nurse’s station, so he saw myself and plenty other staff walk by throughout the night.

One night, around 2:30 in the morning, he sees me walking by and calls me into his room.

“Is that your son or something”?

“Who”?, I asked.

“The little boy that’s been following you all night”.

I proceeded to ask what he looked like, because I could not see him. He said he looked to be about 7 years old, with short, dark hair and a baseball cap. Both of us were freaked out about the situation and he requested to keep his lights on after that.

I’m getting chills thinking about it now

10. What was running around with us in that asylum?

It was about 16 years ago (I’m old now haha), when I lived in Topeka, Kansas. Now some of you will know what I’ll be talking about already, but for those of you who don’t, keep reading. I was a keen urban explorer, there was just something thrilling about breaking into abandoned buildings and exploring them. I had always known about the Topeka State Hospital due to the numerous ‘haunted’ stories around it, but I had never really thought about exploring it. My friend of mine, Reece, was also an avid urban explorer, and one night he suggested to me that we go check it out at night. Not believing in ghosts or scary stories as such, I instantly agreed to go. We got our bags ready with torches, phones and a snack or two (you have to travel light) and waited for sunset.

On arriving it was already pitch black, there were no lights as the place had been closed since 1990, so we flipped on our torches and crunched our way up the gravel to the front entrance. It was locked, as we expected, so we made our way around the red bricked exterior, looking for a way in. About halfway around, we came across a boarded up window. I offered Reece a parting glance and a slight nod of his head indicated we were thinking along the same idea. I braced my shoulder and bashed into the window. The sound echoed around the empty halls and the surrounding forest for what seemed ages. A second bash proved successful as the wood splintered and fell to the ground in a large bang. Reece whispered in my ear ‘honestly if nobody comes after us after that then we’re safe’.

I climbed in through the small gap, before lending a hand to Reece to do the same. Once we were inside, we flipped on our torches and were met with a view of peeling wallpaper and a heavy, musty smell. We crunched our way through the first room, just enjoying the rush of adrenaline as we tiptoed our way through the halls before we heard footsteps running in the room above us. Immediately my heart skipped a beat and I glanced at Reece who put up his finger to his lips and indicated that we should turn our torches off. In the pitch black, I must admit I started getting scared, but I carried on and we made our way up to the second floor to see who was with us in the house. After three minutes of looking, we turned up empty and were about to leave when we heard more footsteps running, and this time we were sure that we weren’t just hearing things as a light rain of dust fell from the room. We immediately thought we were being pranked, so we ran up to the third floor in hope to catch this person. But once again, it turned up empty. We had had enough and just started going down when we heard a door creak from above. This was it, our chance; we sprinted up, barged though the door and we ended up on the roof of the Asylum. Empty. Just then we heard a door being slammed from the floor beneath us and some guttural whispering noise.

11. She Was Right Behind Me

A friend of mine was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis and was so upset over it that she made a suicide attempt. She landed in the mental health wing of the big hospital and I went to visit her one evening. Had a hell of a time finding the right place and felt like I’d walked through miles of increasingly decrepit hospital before I found the right wing. Went through a set of double doors and found myself staring down a dimly lit hallway with an incredibly creepy, weathered-looking old lady in a housecoat standing right in the middle of it.

I walked down the hallway nervously, not taking my eyes off of the old woman. She didn’t take her eyes off me, either. I flinched as I walked by her, but she didn’t move. Ten feet beyond her was the doorway to the waiting room of the ward I was looking for. I breathed a sigh of relief as I reached the doors, then glanced over my shoulder to see if the woman had moved.

She was right behind me, staring into my face. I don’t know how she managed to silently cover that ten feet just as fast as I had moved, but she did.

12. The Night Shift

A few years back, prior to sworn LEO, I worked as a Security Guard at a hospital. Sounds cool and it was, except for the fact it was 9pm to 7am, I worked alone and the hospital I guarded was abandoned.

A year prior, the hospital built a brand new facility to replace their five story tall, 1900’s building. When the employees and patients left, they left everything in place. It looked like the people just disappeared in a hurry. Partially full coffee mugs, uniforms hanging on coat racks, wheelchairs in the halls, everything as it was, with a good coating of dust.

I was always a 3rd shift kind of person, I don’t get night ‘jitters’ or scare easily. But this place could do it to the best of em. Every night I would walk (or ride a wheelchair) through the halls that were supposed to be empty/unused. Every night I would end up having to close doors and re-lock them. I would walk one floor, move up to the next, and continue on.

I got a little shaky when an hour after already walking a hallway, I would have to turn off the same hall lights and close the same doors AGAIN in the building. Or when I would be walking a hall and then I would hear footsteps on the floor above me, doors opening and closing, elevators moving from floor to floor, phones ringing, nurse call lights going on, etc.

There were only 3 times I got the “I hate this sh*t” feeling. 1st time I was checking offices on the 4th floor. There was a light on in a locked hallway (no surprise). This hallway hadn’t been renovated since the place was built, short of electricity, so everything was from the 1920’s. Unlock the door, flip the lights, walk out, re-lock the door, and turn to leave. Behind me I hear the “flip” of a light switch. Through the frosted glass I see the lights went back on. I left the hallway alone that night.

2nd time was riding an elevator between floors. I was taking the elevator to the top floor, when at about #4 of #5 floors, I hear laughing and muffled talking. It kept getting louder as it got higher. Elevator makes it to #5, doors swing open, and absolute silence. Of course, every light was on on the floor, even in the patient rooms. I checked high and low, not a single living and breathing person in that place except for me.

3rd, and worst of all, was just an average night. I’m on the lower level locking a door in a corridor. The door had a glass middle but on the backside it was covered by white tape. The room it led to it was dark and the hallway a few feet behind me was partially lit, so the glass acted like a perfect mirror. Everything normal, key in, lock clicks, turning the key. When behind me I see the full outline of a person walk past me in the hallway. Clear as day, just a full shadow of a person walk past. I froze only for about a second, and then ran into the hall after the supposed ‘person’. No one, just silence.

Awesome gig, but after a year it felt like I should’ve been an exorcist with all this stuff happening. The other guards that worked on the days opposite to mine had the same stuff happen, except they always saw nuns walking into rooms just outside of an old rectory/chapel on the 3rd floor. Better nuns than something else I guess.

13. The Ambulance

One fall afternoon a buddy of mine and I decided to visit a massive abandoned mental hospital to take some photos. We’re talking 11 wards of two floors and a basement all connected from ward to ward. In total it must be 200-300 linear yards of winding connecting hallways on each floor. You get in and see open cell after cell after cell, peeling paint and graffiti all over the walls. We check the basement, walk through the majority of the wards and are now at ward 8.

We got there early in the afternoon maybe around 2 or 3 because we were too pansy to go at night. Mind you, we’ve heard there are cult gatherings and people have been known to stumble across the occasional hobo on their visits, so we came equipped with a couple of kershaw’s, praying not to get in some fucking knife fight. But, shit, its better to have one than not right? So. Ward 8.

We’re in a connecting hallway with a couple of wired off windows that can see outside, and my buddy say’s “yo, yo get away from the window”. We look outside and there’s an ambulance, no lights on, creeping slowly around the hospital. He must’ve been going at about 5 miles per hour, so we thought dammit, if there’s an ambulance, there must be a cop somewhere. The ambulance disappears from our line of sight from the windows and must’ve driven around all of the other wards at the same pace because a minute or so later, we see the ambulance pass right alongside the hallway we were standing in. Still fucking creeping. Thank god, the ambulance drives away, so we think, okay shit that was just a scare, there’s no cops around, let’s just keep on going.

We slowly advance for another 3 or so minutes and come across a huge lobby, probably the cafeteria and start taking a couple shots of the collapsed ceiling. we walk a bit further into the cafeteria and are by the windows again. The see the ambulance again! Creeping, just like last time, along the perimeter of the building. We hide from the windows hoping that we weren’t seen as the cafeteria is full of windows to the exterior. This time, we start to shit ourselves a little bit more.

He disappears from our line of view again, and of course, comes across the other side of the building, circling it just like last time, 5 mph, just like last time. This time, however, he doesn’t go leave the complex, he drives up to ward 11, the last ward and parks in a cove with no exit that was right out of our line of sight. We hear the door open and close and another door open and close. We were able to tell that there was only one person in the ambulance from the first time we sighted it. What the fuck is going on?? Was this guy here to shoot up? seemed like a bad place for a trip. Was he here for some sort of drug deal? Or was he back to “play” with us because he saw us on his last ride around?

We stay put, and at this point, we’re maybe 50 yards from ward 11 and 100-200 yards from the exit that we came in from. We know of no other exits except for the ones at each end. Trying to be as quiet as possible, we begin to hear footsteps on the floor above us. seconds later the footsteps turn into running. Towards us! NOPE, we both instantly go for our knives and begin to book the fuck out of there. The fastest 200 yard dash I will do to this day.

We finally reach the exit. We’re safe goddammit we’re safe. We continue to book it a ways out of the hospital till we’re on the path that gets us back to our car. On the way back to the little lot with my buddies car we see there’s a truck, one of those ford rangler types parked right next to my buddies car. We get maybe 50 yards away from it when he turns the car on and starts driving down the road towards us. In the car is another middle aged man, looked real real sketchy. He drives past and thats the last we saw of both of them.

I never got a shot of the ambulance as I was too scared to go near the windows and that my flash would go off, but I did get a shot of the rangler in the parking lot.

What the fuck were these guys doing there? An ambulance??? I’d love to hear what you guys come up with, we’ve been playing it over in our heads for quite a while now…

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Why CometCare is the best ending (AKA why the public knowing about SparkleCare isn’t possible)

Let’s say, by some insane leak from a government official mad about their paycheck, the events of SparkleCare got leaked to the public, with enough evidence to back all of it up. Hooray right? Everyone knows what the patients and staff went through. Now this is the best ending! Here’s several reasons why this happening would be AWFUL for the Comet family (and nearfamily)

-Staff would be arrested | Imagine that you hear that the hospital you thought was safe and caring for their patients was actually torturing and killing them instead, while siphoning money out of their insurance. What would be your first reaction? The likely answer is get everyone involved imprisoned! And the government, now having to clean up their mess, would likely follow through with this in an attempt to show that they’re not incompetent. Now who do we know that was involved? This does include immoral characters like Sunny and Cuddles, but this also includes ALL the staff, like Boxa, Lovella, and most importantly for the Comets, DOOM, Mood, and Rem. I don’t think I need to explain why DOOM being arrested would be devastating for the Comets.

-EVERYONE finds out | The only person we see in CometCare that knows anything about SparkleCare outside of those involved with it, is Faerie. Faerie has a strained relationship with their parents, ESPECIALLY Boxa, due to him knowing what she did to people. Now imagine how characters like Marco or Cream would react to finding out one of their parents tortured and killed people. It’s stated in DOOM’s Toyhouse page that Marco’s respect means the world to him, and he does everything he can to make sure he doesn’t lose that respect. And Cream is noted for latching onto a bad thing about someone and never being able to move on from it. Needless to say, if DOOM somehow got out of being arrested, this would devastate him just as much. And this also affects the other parents, Uni, Polly, and Barry. A lot of their kids definitely wouldn’t understand why they were lying to them about all of this, and this would harm their relationship with their kids greatly. While this does mainly affect DOOM, I’m pretty sure finding out that their parents kept something like that hidden from them would sour their relationship quite a bit.

-Internet being the internet | Now this is mostly unsupported information, but considering that NO ONE believed the patients that broke into the music festival, covered in their own blood and wounds, it wouldn’t shock me if there were still some Bwitter users that think all of it is a government coverup for something else. Personally I would prefer everyone having mostly forgotten about SparkleCare’s existence, over having a bunch of True Crime podcasts talking about my trauma for money, and seeing a bunch of morons try to prove how all of it was a coverup to raise gas prices by 2%. This would be horrible for all the patients and staff, as well as their kids having to see that. Uni is also somewhat of an influencer online, so I’m sure that info coming out would be very traumatizing to both her and her fans on KneeTube.

While it sucks that all the atrocities that Cuddles committed are locked down in a government database somewhere, forever hidden from the public eye, this is just how it has to be. CometCare is the “best case scenario” for a reason. It’s simply impossible for that info to be public, AND have the victims live normal lives.

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How did you stop being shy and how old were you? I think you mentioned being shy in the past. I’m 22 and I recently started a job after graduating uni and I feel like my shyness has gotten worse. It’s something I’ve had to work on for many years so it’s super disheartening lol. I wish I could do so many things, but I’m so scared all the time!!!

Hi!!

I used to be shy. I think it's helpful to see social skills like a muscle. Some people are the social equivalent being naturally fast and strong but everyone can get faster and stronger : ) I feel like around age 17 to 20 I wasn't shy anymore. I was still odd at 17 but I was social , around 20 I was fearless

I started working on it around age 13/14 and didnt have the internet to research anything. I got tired of being marked absent because the teachers couldn't hear my voice lol so my first task to myself was to speak louder for the register. I'd find small things like that, that I did everyday to work on. Sometimes I push my pen or pencil off my table to force myself to feel comfortable getting up out of my seat , standing up and picking up my pen. Genuinely had to teach myself how to stand up normal style lol and it worked That helped me feel less watched because It didn't feel unsafe to do anymore. You can break down whatever you want to improve into the smallest chunks. I would sometimes ask to use the toilet to practice walking up and in front of my class without feeling nervous. If I was feeling like a daredevil I'd stand up, walk up to the teacher desk and ask. Id make sure not to walk too fast before I walk into shit, no slouching and relax my arms at the side of my body. Even now, if I feel nervous I run through this so my body is relaxed so my brain is relaxed.

If I found myself starting to get nervous, I'd find a reason to go to the toilet or walk somewhere so I didn't help like I was stuck in X place. It helps to make places not feel like it's out of bounds. For me, noticing when I'd start to feel nervous and soothing myself then instead of letting that feeling get so giant I feel out of my dept helped. Generally that's a good thing to practice shy or not. At my current job I turned down going to lunch with my coworkers because it was loud as hell and I told them " sorry it's too loud and It's going to make my head feel like mashed potatoes" and they laughed, one agreed " yeah it's very loud" and they left. I said that to them because it was true lol, I didn't sleep and noise would send me over the edge. Being honest about why I don't want to do something in a light way was something I found out early on I'm very comfortable with saying

Ohh this got long lol

If I found myself getting nervous I'd force myself to fix my posture and stretch. My main thing was, learning to feel comfortable existing in my body in a space and the few times I spoke, speaking loud enough. Also I'd observe the things I didn't feel anxious or dumb doing, and volunteer as much as possible doing those things hoping the skills I learned there would leak. I loved PE so I'd let myself go for it with PE and that's helped me feel more settled in my body.

It helps to wear comfortable clothes and practice things you might want to say to someone or questions you think someone will ask you. Sometimes having something to play with to direct my nervous energy helped so rubber bands around my wrist, a tag in my pocket etc

The great thing about work is it's a nice structured environment you go to all the time ( like school) where you can find little challenges to give yourself to do everyday. It gives you a clear benchmark where you can feel proud X is easier for you. Every little victory helps

Learning to not be embarrassed or at least let on I was embarrassed when I made a mistake. Even if I knew I'd think about it for days, Id force myself to give a short simple answer and to remember to breathe slowly. It's worth coming up with a plan for when you feel anxious and what you will do to soothe yourself to build up your tolerance for being uncomfortable and the more you do that then things that were uncomfortable becomes like nothing

I worked on tolerance building, soothing strategies and a couple of responses and questions I could ask. I think I learned to hold a conversation in my late teens lol it didn't occur to me that people are generally sort of curious, even about very boring shit.

Also, figuring out how to let someone leave a conversation or how you can leave a conversation. When I didn't know how to talk to someone and I realised my nervousness was killing the vibe, I worked on some things I could say to let people leave a convo or leaving the convo myself

I sort of figured alot of this out through trail and error. I was running field experiments and I was the experiment lol. Seeing it like that made it mentally easier to deal with. It was easier to accept, that thing I thought would work didn't than telling myself off for being bad at talking to others. It felt removed from a personal judgement of me which helped me feel less embarrassed when I was being weird. Sometimes even if you're struggling with being in a situation, just finding somewhere to sit and exist there without feeling uncomfortable is an important thing to practise while you slowly learn to talk to people. Always give yourself options so you don't feel like a trapped animal in really hard social situations

It's worth paying attention to what people say and what questions very outgoing people ask to understand what makes a nice convo, it's often very similar questions until people find a nice sweet spot and things just flow because they hit a shared interest and even if that doesn't happen, small talk is nice. Learning to love dumb pointless yapping about the weather is a great thing to practice. The elderly love a chat, go to your local library and talk to an old person lol

There are channels on YouTube about learning to talk to people but you will run into manosphere content tho and I think it helps to build up your tolerance for discomfort and embarrassment first. Small discomfort and embarrassment first. No need to overwhelm yourself.

Not all convos will be good. Some will be short and sometimes you don't feel like talking. You don't get graded for saying weird freak shit to people lol and people will still talk to you again if you say something very dumb

[out-with-the-boys]

The Dance- Chapter 11

Homelander x Supe OC

Notes: 18+ No warnings apply for this chapter. Each chapter will have individual content warnings as they apply to avoid spoilers. Find this work on AO3. Tumblr master post here.

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Morgan tightened her fists, feeling the sweat beading on the back of her neck under the glaring set lights. Adam was barking orders, repositioning the camera crew for the third time in an hour, but her mind was elsewhere. Homelander’s presence loomed nearby, as it had all week.

She could feel him watching her from the sidelines, his attention too intense, too focused. They’d all been dealing with the fallout from the leaked video. She’d had to keep a close eye on him because of it too. 

Though, keeping that close eye on him wasn’t hard at all. He was always there, hovering. First it had been saving her a seat at meetings, then ‘accidentally’ showing up at her gym time, and most recently, a handful of uninvited visits to her apartment under the guise of checking in.

Today was no different.

“Alright, let’s break for lunch, people!” Adam called out, snapping her back to reality. “Psyren, you good?”

She nodded, trying to shake the weight of Homelander’s gaze. 

“You sure?” Adam asked, his voice getting a little quieter as he approached, gently placing a hand on her shoulder. “Something about your performances today has been a little stiff. Your ribs aren’t still bothering you, are they?” 

Morgan had to fight the urge to roll her eyes at him. One glance into his head told her that he wasn’t really concerned about her wellbeing. If anything, he was just trying to find a reason why she wasn’t doing as well as she had the last time she had been on set. If anything, he was holding back a tidal wave of frustration.

“Listen, Adam, I know I haven’t been on my A-game today.” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I think I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed is all. Let me just get some food, and I’ll see if I can’t get back into the groove of things, alright?”

Blinking, Adam questioned for a moment if she’d sensed his true intentions. 

“Ah… Right.” he said with an uneasy smile. “Yeah, go fuel up and we’ll go at this again after the break. Just… Try to loosen up, okay?”

Nodding, she turned and bit back an exasperated sigh as Homelander sauntered up to them. 

“Hey, I’m stealing you for lunch.” he stated, giving her no chance to decline. “What sounds good? Burgers? Thai food maybe? I know there’s that taco truck that parks somewhere around here you seem to like.”

“Oh, is that the one that does the ramen birria?” Adam chimed in. 

“Yeah, but honestly, I made my own lunch today.” Morgan cut in before Homelander could get out the snippy remark that sat on the tip of his tongue. “I’m just going to head back to my trailer and have some of that.”

She couldn’t even so much as pray he wouldn’t jump on that before he had invited himself along.

“What’s on the menu then, chef?” he asked, offering her the crook of his elbow. Lips pressing into a thin line, Morgan looked to Adam for a split second– as if he’d be able to save her…

Gently folding her hands in his proffered elbow, she gave Homelander a soft, crooked smile. At least he wasn’t out there causing trouble. That was something she would have to keep telling herself.

“It’s nothing fancy.” she said with a shrug, gently leading him toward her trailer. “I just pulled together a pot of chicken and dumpling soup last night. It’s my mom’s recipe.” 

To her surprise, there was a small flicker of excitement. It seemed like her mom’s home-cooking had struck a chord with him when he had visited those few weeks ago. There was another element to it too, that for a moment, Morgan found somewhat endearing. In that same breath, it was almost sad that nobody had really made him a meal beyond hired food-service workers or professional chefs.

“Janelle’s recipe? Well then, I’d say that’s fancy.” he said with a wry grin as he opened the door to her trailer for her. 

Something about him saying her mother’s name in such a familiar way almost made her want to cringe. Oddly enough, it had nothing to do with the way he seemed to be trying to worm his way into her inner circle. If anything, it was just strange to think that her mother had encouraged him to be on a first name basis. Even Charlie still called her Mrs. Todd well into their short-lived marriage.

Stepping into the trailer, she felt the small space immediately shrink in Homelander's presence. She moved to the kitchenette, setting her things down, her mind already working on how to navigate the conversation.

"She’s a great cook," she replied, trying to keep things light and doing her best to ignore the knot in her stomach. “Taught me most of what I know.”

He lingered by the door for a moment, eyes tracing over the small details of her small, temporary retreat from the busy movie lot. "Bet she’s proud of you," he remarked, his tone casual, but something in his voice felt heavy. 

Morgan shrugged, opening the container of soup and preparing bowls. "She’s proud of all of us," she said, a faint smile crossing her lips as she thought of her family. Her parents, her siblings, even her niece—they were the reason she hadn’t completely lost herself in all of this. "Always has been."

Homelander’s gaze lingered on her, and she could feel the intensity of it without having to look. “You’ve got a good family,” he said, softer than she expected. “I could see it when I was there.”

She hesitated for a moment, feeling the shift in his tone. There was a familiar vulnerability in his words again–a longing that she was coming to recognize. For a brief second, she allowed herself to feel a flicker of sympathy for him, but it was quickly smothered by the reminder of who she was dealing with.

“Yeah,” she said quietly, “I’m lucky.”

He stepped closer, watching as she stuck a bowl in the microwave to warm it. His expression had changed, the smugness fading as something more genuine flickered beneath the surface. “Not everyone has that.”

The shift in the atmosphere was palpable, the way he seemed to be peeling back another layer of his defenses. She couldn’t deny that it tugged at her, the sadness that lingered just beneath the surface of his words. But she knew better than to let herself be pulled in too far.

“You’ve got... people,” she offered cautiously, choosing her words carefully. "The Seven. Vought..."

His eyes darkened slightly, the mask slipping back into place. “People, sure.” He paused, his gaze sharp as he set his soup down. “But family? That’s different.”

The quiet between them grew heavier, and Morgan busied herself with warming the second bowl of soup, unsure how to respond. He wasn’t wrong—he had power, fame, influence—but the kind of unconditional love that came from a family like hers? That was something he couldn’t buy or demand from anyone. It was something she wasn’t sure he could even fully understand.

“I guess it is,” she murmured, the heaviness of the conversation settling in the quiet space between them. She could feel Homelander’s eyes on her, sharp, assessing. There was a beat of silence before his expression shifted, the vulnerability hardening into something more familiar—a simmering resentment.

“I tried to see the Seven as family.” he murmured bitterly. “Starlight’s probably still sneaking around with that little weasel Hugh Campbell, though. So I can’t trust her. Maeve was hiding things from me too, and A-Train’s on his way out the door. And don’t even get me started on Stormfront.” His jaw tightened, his expression sour.

“And then there’s you,” he continued after a brief moment, his expression shifting into something more tormented. “Mary fucking Poppins, practically perfect in every way.”

Morgan scoffed, unable to help herself. “Perfect? Believe me, I’m far from it. I’ve made my fair share of mistakes,” she said, her voice quiet but firm.

Homelander’s eyes narrowed, his curiosity piqued by her sudden deflection. “Really? Because all I see is someone who hasn’t been dragged through the mud like the rest of us. You’re still Vought’s golden girl.”

She could hear the envy simmering just below the surface. He was angry—angry at the others, angry at the situation, angry at her for seeming untouched by all the bullshit they had to put up with. His words stung more than she expected, and something inside her shifted. She wasn’t the darling he made her out to be, and she couldn’t let him sit there, pretending she was infallible.

Hesitating for a split second, she made a pivotal decision. If he wanted to see her flaws, she’d show him. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer, her voice softer now. “Let me show you something.”

Catching the way his gaze had shifted, something softer and almost searching, she felt her heart give a strong beat. There was something raw in his expression, and it pulled at her in ways she hadn’t expected. Swallowing hard, she gently brought her fingertips to his temples. Homelander watched her carefully, his gaze suspicious, but he didn’t pull away.

She could feel the tension between them, the way he was waiting for something to happen, unsure what she was about to do. Their proximity wasn’t exactly necessary, and neither was her touch, but she needed to feel grounded to that moment. This wasn’t something she liked to talk about. But if he wanted to know the truth—if he wanted to see her flaws—she had to do this.

Closing her eyes, Morgan reached out to his consciousness. She felt the slight resistance as she brushed against his thoughts, but he still didn’t pull away. For a moment, she hesitated, but then the images came rushing forward, sweeping them both into the past.

It was a dreary, gray winter day outside the small high school. A young, scrawny Morgan had spent her entire Christmas break trying to craft her early neural regulator prototype into something more discreet. A pair of thick-rimmed glasses sat on her face, only adding to her gawky, awkward appearance.

There was a group of girls standing opposite her, giggling and unabashedly mocking her. In the center of the group was a young brunette with sharp, striking features and a cruel smirk on her face. 

“Really? You think that Christopher would actually go out with you?” she scoffed. “Jesus, you’re such a loser, Morgan.”

“Oh shut up, Brittany.” Morgan snapped, hugging her geometry book to her chest. “Everybody knows he’s only getting cozy with you because he’s got the hots for your brother. Maybe you should stop padding your bra. It’s obvious he prefers flat chests anyway.”

Shocked murmurs rippled through the group of girls and Brittany’s smirk morphed into a look of shock for a brief moment. Then, with a snarl, she lashed out and snatched Morgan’s glasses from her face and threw them to the ground. Immediately, there was a rush of voices that assailed Morgan’s mind, making her double over and clutch her head as she cried out in agony.

Amidst the pain, amidst the shame and embarrassment, there was a flash of rage that surged within her. Teeth gritted, her brows furrowed, she felt her power lash out, white-hot toward Brittany. Then, for just a moment, the young girl was still, her eyes glazed over.

The instant she collapsed to the ground, Morgan scrambled to collect her glasses and shoved them back onto her face. The voices inside quieted, but outside, there were screams of terror.

“Oh my god, what did you do, you freak?!” one girl shrieked. 

As a new sort of terror settled into Morgan, the scene shifted.

Perched at the very edge of the sofa in her family’s living room, she watched her father pace furiously back and forth. He hadn’t said a word to her since he got off the phone. Really, he didn’t need to. She knew exactly what had happened the moment the news was dropped on him.

Brittany’s mind was wiped clean. She had the cognitive ability of a newborn baby, and nobody really knew how it happened. Those that had witnessed it had an inkling of what happened, but not even Morgan truly knew what had transpired. 

“Dad, I didn’t mean to, I–”

“But you didn’t mean not to.” her father snapped, making her shrink into her shoulders. The moment she recoiled, however, her father’s expression softened. “Morgan, I know these powers are new, and I can’t imagine how scary things must be but dammit… You’ve got to be so careful.”

Sparing Homelander the rest of the lecture, she withdrew from his mind. For a moment, he looked stunned, trying to comprehend exactly what had happened just then, and what he’d seen. His silence pressed down in the compact space of the trailer, thick and almost suffocating.

"You... wiped her mind," he finally said, his voice low and careful, as if he was still piecing it together. “Just like that–like it was nothing.”

Morgan bit the inside of her cheek, nodding slowly. “I didn’t mean to,” she murmured. “But it happened. And after that, I swore I’d never let it happen again.” 

With surprising gentleness, Homelander took her wrists, moving her hands away from his temples. His grip was firm but not harsh, and for a moment, Morgan felt the tension between them morph. She could feel the fear flickering at the edges of his thoughts, the way the memory had stirred something deep inside him. He didn’t pull away from it—he seemed to lean into it, almost clinging to the vulnerability she’d shown him.

His eyes flicked downward, his grip still on her wrists, but there was a tenderness to his expression now. “You swore you’d never let it happen again,” he murmured, his voice low, almost like he was speaking to himself. “You’re always in control.”

Swallowing hard, she was unsure how to respond. She wasn’t always in control—far from it. But before she could say anything, Homelander took a step closer, closing what little space remained between them. The air around them felt charged, electric.

“I can’t... I can’t always control it either,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper now. “I’ve tried. God knows I’ve tried.”

His gaze lifted to hers, and for a brief moment, she saw something broken in his eyes. He wasn’t talking about power—not just about that. It was deeper, more personal. 

Morgan’s heart skipped a beat. She knew he wasn’t just looking for sympathy—he was searching for something to hold on to, something real in the midst of all the chaos that surrounded him. And in that moment, he had decided that she was that something.

Before she could react, his hands shifted from her wrists to cup her face. The touch was unexpected, intimate. His fingers brushed lightly against her skin, and for a moment, she felt frozen in place, caught between the weight of his emotions and her own uncertainty.

“Morgan...” His voice was barely a breath now, his eyes searching hers. “You get it. You understand.”

“Homelander, I...” Her voice faltered, and she tried to step back, but his grip tightened, not in an overtly aggressive way, but enough to tell her he didn’t want to let go.

“You’re not like them,” he murmured, his forehead nearly resting against hers now. “You don’t hide. You don’t pretend. You’re... real.”

Morgan’s breath caught in her throat, her pulse quickening. She almost felt like she was about to be swallowed up by the intensity of his emotions, the desperation in his touch. This wasn’t the kind of connection she had wanted—this wasn’t what she had meant to offer.

Her breath hitched as his forehead brushed against hers, the space between them shrinking to nothing. He held her face with a tenderness that felt at odds with the intensity burning in his eyes. He was clinging to her, to this moment, as though she were the last solid thing in his world.

Before she could find the words to stop him, his lips were on hers.

The kiss was soft at first, hesitant, as if he was testing the waters, waiting for her to respond. But Morgan couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. Her mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding all at once. This wasn’t what she wanted.

But Homelander didn’t seem to notice her stillness. He pressed closer, a hand sliding to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss as if he were trying to pull her into his world, into his need.

Morgan’s hands remained frozen at her sides, her body stiff as the weight of the moment bore down on her. She could feel the tremble in his fingers, the way his breath hitched against her skin. He wasn’t just kissing her—he was trying to fill the void left by all the things he’d lost, trying to grasp onto something real, something he thought he could control.

Despite every part of her screaming out at her, telling her what a bad idea it was to let him keep this up, she almost leaned back in. It had been too long since she’d been held in such a way, and maybe… Maybe she needed this too.

Before she got too ahead of herself, her mind snapped into focus, and she pulled back, her breath shaky as she broke the kiss.

“Homelander, wait,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

His eyes opened, and for a moment, confusion flashed across his face. He couldn’t understand why she wasn’t kissing him back. His hands lingered on her, his grip tightening for just a heartbeat before he slowly let go.

“Morgan...?” His voice was a mixture of hurt and disbelief, his gaze searching hers for answers.

She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. “This isn’t... I didn’t mean for things to go this way.”

Homelander’s grip loosened, his hands slowly dropping to his sides as confusion etched its way deeper into his features. His gaze bore into hers, searching, as if trying to make sense of the moment slipping away.

“You don’t... want this,” he murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. It wasn’t a question—it was a realization, one that seemed to hit him harder than she expected.

Morgan’s breath was still shaky, her mind reeling. “It’s not that simple,” she said, her voice trembling. She forced herself to meet his gaze. “This... This wasn’t what...” The words died in her throat as her chest tightened.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence hung heavy between them, the air saturated with everything unsaid. Morgan could see the growing storm of emotions just beneath the surface. She wanted to reach out, to explain, but she knew better. Anything she said now would only make things worse.

His jaw clenched, and she could see the walls going back up. The vulnerability he’d shown her was being shut away, brick by brick.

He took a small step back, his eyes hardening as he pulled himself together. His voice was cold now, distant. “I thought you understood…”

The shift in his tone stung, but Morgan held her ground, her heart still racing. “I do understand,” she replied softly. “That’s why we need to stop.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his expression uncertain. Then, with a sharp exhale, he turned on his heel, heading for the door. His movements were quick, almost robotic. He was just trying to escape the moment before it unraveled him completely.

Just before he reached the door, he paused, his back still to her. “You’re wrong, Morgan. You get it more than anyone. This isn’t over.”

And with that, he was gone, the door shutting behind him with a soft click, leaving Morgan standing alone in the quiet of her trailer, the weight of his words pressing down on her.

For a moment, she didn’t move. She couldn’t. Her mind was still spinning, trying to process everything that had just happened—the kiss, his desperation, her own hesitation. It was all too much, too fast.

She sank down onto the small sofa, her hands trembling as she buried her face in them. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.

But it had. And now, she wasn’t sure what to do next.

Song: You’re Somebody Else by Flora Cash Author’s notes: Now we’re cooking with GAS folks! Honestly, I’ve been so excited to get to this point, and I’m so relieved to finally have it out. Also, can I be so honest? Having to flash back to the late nineties for Morgan’s freshman year of high school was a struggle. I was a bit younger during that era, so I couldn’t remember the slang super great, but I think I pulled it off okay.  I really hope you’ve enjoyed reading so far. I’d love to know what you think!

Next chapter.

[zutaralesbian]

I was technically not tagged (which is fair. I haven’t been super active in the Gallavich fandom for a while). But this game is super up my alley so I’m doing it anyway 😊

rules (more or less): use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.

then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.

I got:

AU: Shipwrecked AU

Trope: Write a modern royalty AU

The Gallaghers are a royal family from some European country. (Possibly somewhere in the UK or a made up one idk). They’re notorious because of the antics and scandals of their father, King Francis, and the whole world is basically waiting for him to finally get himself killed and for the eldest, Princess Fiona, to become queen.

Prince Ian, frankly, is glad that he is two people behind from ever becoming king. Being a prince in the public is bad enough with having to keep his sexuality on the down-low. Not to mention he always has the fear of his true parentage one day being leaked to the press. (In this AU, he is secretly Clayton’s biological son just like in canon).

The Gallagher siblings decide to take a break from the scandalous life the castle brings them by going on a long cruise on their private yacht.

Mickey is hired to work on the ship as a deckhand during the cruise. At first he didn’t want to take the job because working under a bunch of prissy rich royals was the last thing he wanted to do. But he eventually talked himself into it because hey, the pay is decent and it would mean a good month of being away from Terry. (And if he played his cards right, maybe he could find a few jewels or other expensive shit to snag).

Ian meets Mickey on the ship and is smitten immediately. There’s something about Mickey’s grumpy exterior that just charms him. Being a prince, he’s always had to be careful about his hookups not getting exposed. But they were on a ship and away from the general public. Perfect timing to have a fun fling, right? Only, Mickey doesn’t seem super receptive to his flirtation. Maybe his assumptions that Mickey wasn’t straight were off?

Mickey can’t tell if Ian is flirting with him out of genuine interest or just to be a cocky asshole. Either way, he’s not falling for it. Fuck him for thinking just because he’s a prince that Mickey will fall into bed with him. Sure Ian doesn’t seem all bad and is definitely less irritating than the other Gallaghers. And sure Mickey gets this annoying, fluttery feeling in his chest whenever the fucker smiles at him. But whatever, it doesn’t mean anything.

The ship ends up sinking of course, due to some sort of accident. Everyone makes it onto a lifeboat except Mickey. The worst part? He never learned to properly swim. Ian, having ended up in his own lone lifeboat, spots Mickey struggling in the water and quickly rows over to his aid, grabbing him and pulling him onto the lifeboat.

The tides separate Ian and Mickey from the others. They eventually find themselves on a small tropical island. And there are no other people.

Ian is panicked. Having grown up as a royal, he never learned proper skills to survive in a situation like this. Mickey, however, has grown up teaching himself survival skills and sets out to work on getting them shelter and food. He includes Ian in on all his plans because, as annoying as the guy may be, he did save Mickey from drowning and Mickey supposes he owes him for that. And right now, all they had was each other.

They eventually get themselves a pretty decent setup. They create a fort for them to sleep and take shelter from the sun in. There’s a stream a little further into the forest where they can get fresh water. And their diet consists of fish from the ocean, fruit, and small animals they hunt on the island. Mickey teaches Ian as they go.

Once the threat of death is for the most part evaded they begin to bond. After all, what else do they really have to do besides talk? Ian opens up to Mickey about the pressure he feels being a closeted gay man in the royal family. And eventually, tells Mickey his biggest secret-he isn’t really King Francis’ son.

Mickey in turn tells Ian about his life growing up under Terry’s thumb and his own dark secret. About how Terry once caught him with a boy when he was a teenager and was nearly beat to death.

Horrified by Mickey’s story, Ian makes a silent vow that, if they ever got off the island, he would come out to the public and use his fame and image to become an activist for gay kids who could be suffering the way Mickey did.

Mickey for his part makes a promise to himself that if he got off the island, he would finally leave Terry behind once and for all and make a new life for himself. Even if it means leaving the south side.

Months go by and they of course begin to fall in love. And both of them start to wonder…maybe being on the island isn’t all that terrible. It somehow becomes a solace and escape from the drama of their normal lives. And here, it’s just the two of them. They can finally be themselves.

They do eventually get discovered and rescued. The news of Prince Ian Gallagher being found alive on an island months after the family’s yacht sank becomes huge news. And Mickey somehow gets painted as a hero-the ordinary citizen who helped their beloved prince survive months on an uninhabited island. The Gallaghers are so grateful to Mickey for keeping Ian alive that they give him a large sum of money. Mickey doesn’t want to accept it at first but Ian convinces him to use the money to begin building his new life away from Terry.

Ian and Mickey reluctantly go their separate ways. No matter how they feel about each other, Ian is a prince and has an image to uphold. Mickey knows that Ian already has enough shit to deal with being closeted and having to keep his true parentage under wraps. The last thing he needs is to be tied to a south side thug. It’s better for them to say goodbye, or so he tells himself.

Some time goes by and Ian eventually reaches his breaking point. He misses Mickey and, as much as he loves his family, he’s never fully fit in the royal life anyway. He finally does what he promised himself while on the island and writes and publishes an article where he comes out as gay. And at the end of the article, he officially announces his intent to abdicate his title of prince.

Though Ian never name drops Mickey in the article, a lot of the public had already romanticized their relationship from the island story and assume Ian is abdicating so he can be with him.

Mickey is sitting in his new apartment and watching the news. His jaw drops when he see’s a story about the famed Prince Ian Gallagher coming out as gay and leaving the royal life behind. But before he has a chance to fully react, there’s a knock on his front door.

Ian is at the door. And he smiles at Mickey before asking if his apartment has enough room for two.