#kinda sounds like a washing machine but like in my ear

[bubbuhs]

I get pulsative tinnitus so thanks to my left ear for the bass drop I guess

It's kind of fun when the tinnitus changes pitch. Something new to enjoy

[r0tting-dolly]

Hi! Can I request headcanons for how the TWST third years would react to male Yuu!reader rolling up to their dorm in a crop top and booty shorts, holding a laundry basket and being like "Ay yo, my laundromat's busted. Can I use yours?" (With said third years having a crush on the reader?)

Male Reader wearing a crop top and booty shorts in front of the third years

Characters: Lilia, Malleus, India, Leona, (couldn’t do all of them bc i got tired sorry :[ 

Warnings: suggestive, not much else

Lilia

You walked over to the Daisomnia dorm knocking before the door opened on its own, surprising you for a second. You walked in slowly carrying your basket of clothing and some blankets before something suddenly dropped down directly in front of you. “OH WHAT THE FUCK-” you shreiked dropping the basket before hearing a familiar laugh “Hee hee Kee hee hee”. Lillia hopped down in front of you giggling before looking up eyes widening as he began to smirk. 

“Lilia you damn near gave me a heart attack PLEASE never do that again” you panted holding your chest.  “I make no promises dear, but do tell what’s with the outfit” he smiled, staring you up and down. “Oh that, the laundry at Ramshackle is busted and I was wondering if I could wash this here” you picked up the laundry basket holding it. “Oh?” Lilia smiled “Come then although i’m not too sure if i'll be keeping my hands to myself” he smirked as you sighed while he brought you to the laundry room with an arm around your waist.

Malleus

A knocking sound was heard from the daisomnia dorm's door, which in turn caused its intimidating dorm head to face the door. At the time Lilia had taken Sebek and Silver out to get sweets from a shop he heard about online saying something about “All the kids are talking about this epic shop-” or something of the sort that caused silver to internally cringe while Sebek yelled about how “they must see it at once”. Malleus sat in his room, after hearing the knocking he stood up and opened the door. You stood looking up at him, originally he’d planned to greet you as usual, that was until he looked down at your clothing. 

“Child of man how come you’ve appeared to me toni-” he cut himself off after looking down breathlessly. You wore a short crop top and shorts that tightly hugged your skin, to Malleus it felt sinful to even look at. Malleus’s face heated up as his normally cold expression melted away, leaving his fists clenched and eyes wide ‘was it hot or was it just him?’. “C-Child of man I’m not quite sure If your choice of clothing is appropriate for tonight's weather, it’s quite cold right now” he said trying to regain composure although the blush on his sharply pointed ears said otherwise. 

“Oh hello Malleus. My washing machine and dryer are kinda busted, so I was wondering if you’d lend me yours for a bit” you said smiling as if unaware of the effect you had on him. He took a second to process before letting you inside and leading you to the laundry room. Although the entire time he was trying to be polite you could feel his dreamlike gaze on you.

Idia 

Ortho knocked on his brother’s door, who didn’t respond so he opened it. “Idia!” he said, alerting his brother who nearly slipped and fell out of his gaming chair. “A-ah Ortho I’m kind of in the middle of a match right now what do you-” he cut himself off after seeing the prefect walk in next to him. His jaw dropped while his hair burst into pink flames, his controller slipping out of his hands. 

“Y-YOU, i-i what are you doing here” he said loudly, his voice becoming shaky and quiet after the first word. “Well if you opened the door you would've known, His washer and dryer is broken so I offered to let him use ours we just came over to tell you” Ortho said informing his brother of the situation. “W-Whatever just get that normie out of my room” he said, face barely covered by his hand. After they left Idia crossed his legs embarrassingly hiding his hard on, the way those shorts hugged your thighs and oh god when you turned around, shit he needed to grab a tissue.

Leona

Leona heard someone walking into the room where he was lounging and he looked up, it was (Name) wearing some well fitting clothing, he raised an eyebrow. “Herbivore, what are you doing here? Did you pay Ruggie to let you in again” he said in a bit of an annoyed tone but his eyes said something different. “No, I was just here to wash my clothing because Ramshackles' shitty washing machine and dryer broke. I told Crowley to buy new ones but he just had to act like that was a world ending request” you sighed and Leona looked unsurprised. 

“Do as you will I guess but don’t take too long” he snarled, and you looked at him “ok big guy I'll only be here as long as it takes to wash and dry this stuff” you sighed and walked out unaware of Leona sharply eyeing your ass.

Authors note: I'm gonna work on some pretty pictures of the characters i write for so my layout looks cool!

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 11. Evan “Buck” Buckley

A/N: my man, my man, my man!! Hopefully we get to see you soon and I can actually get the nerve to finish season six—I only have maybe 4 episodes left? Then I’ll dive into 9-1-1 lone star while we wait. Regardless I thought this would be funny and a little creepy to write so here we are! Enjoy 😉

Synopsis: Buck loves the new house you live in together and although you’re not crazy about it…you decide to pull a prank on your boyfriend to liven up the place that perhaps leads to you opening doors for a uninvited guest?

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE & I’m using: A buys a crappy sound machine and plants it in the house. While it plays ghost noises and spooky sounds, A hopes they can convince B that the place is haunted. + “Come on, if there was ever a time for me to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”

*GIF BELONGS TO: @911edit

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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“BABE!” Buck yelled into your ear after pulling the headphone away.

You flinch as you stand up straight from the kitchen island and away from your overnight oats, “Yes?” You press with raised brows.

Buck waves his hands around, “you don’t hear that?”

“Hear what?” You question, pausing the podcast and resting your headphones to lay around your neck, “I didn’t even know you were home.”

Buck immediately frowns, “don’t tell me that. That means anybody could be hiding in here and you wouldn’t even know because of those stupid things.”

“You bought them for me.”

“Yeah to use at the gym and keep those meathead douchebags away while I’m not around.” Buck explained which made you smirk with a roll of your eyes.

“Listen,” Buck said again as you moved around the modern kitchen (that you hated) to place the now empty bowl and spoon into the sink.

Placing a hand on your hip you glance around the new open floor plan home that you and Buck moved into together. The modern contemporary home was such a contrast from the outside to the inside with its exterior being too boxy for your liking but you enjoyed the black exterior and the courtyard and pool. The inside was much lighter, from white to cream walls, along with the high ceilings which made the home feel bigger and instantly sold Buck who believed this would be your forever home.

You on the other hand were not convinced but nobody could ever say you weren’t open to trying new experiences. It’s only been four months settling in and there were still some things you wanted to change like: mainly the wall colors but Buck was convinced furniture and decor could replace that urge.

Sighing you say, “I don’t hear anything Ev,” you tap the sink on, “maybe you should lay down? Was it a rough day?”

“No, it was a breeze.” Buck fanned his hand along before resting them both flat against the White Island counter, “…maybe it’s a bird or something?”

“Well what exactly did it sound like?”

“Like scratching. Kinda like Pearla when she tries to sneak into our room at night,” Buck answers before glancing around, “matter of fact, where is she?”

“At the groomers. She won’t be ready until after four,” you inform Buck of the whereabouts of your old English sheepdog.

Buck dips his head, looking at his watch, “it’s 3:42.”

“Shoot! time does really get away from me,” you widen your eyes as you quickly finish washing the dishes before spinning around to shove it into the dishwasher.

Buck nods his head, “I’ll drive.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” Buck shrugs his shoulders, “it’s a nice crisp day and…I don’t want you having any accidents considering your hearing isn’t the best right now.” He playfully lifts the headphones from your neck to place down while you roll your eyes again.

You lean towards him smug, “ah, I see what this is…you’re scared to stay here by yourself because of this imaginary noise you’re hearing.”

“I’m not! And i don’t think it’s in my head.” Buck defended while you went over to the couch to shove your hoodie back over your gym attire.

“Uh huh,” you say as Buck scoffs ready to plead his case as you lock up the home behind you.

The next time Buck hears the noise is around 3am when you’re both tucked away at the back of the home in bed. It’s not a pleasant sound as his eyes snap open to the darkness of the room, the moaning and creaking almost sounds like a mixture of a whale and the cracking of a ship that meets the bottom of the ocean. Buck knows he should stop clicking on random things on YouTube before bed that leads him down a deep dive but this isn’t the first time he’s hearing that groaning sound.

It was brief before on his day off while you were at work and he was lounging on the couch watching some twisted documentary about Russ McKamey. Buck tried to brush it off as something that was on screen since it stopped when he paused the television but he couldn’t hear it while watching again. Was this truly in his head? He started to think but here he was— technically—the third time hearing the noise for much longer.

When he peaks over at you with your back to him, he lightly grips your shoulder and leans over to see that you’re still fast asleep and sits up in bed. By the edge of the bed, he spots Pearla on the floor with her fluffy ears perked up and Buck nods his head.

“You hear it too, girl? I know I’m not going crazy!” Buck whisper-yells to the dog who’s definitely more alert than you are.

Buck’s crawling out of bed with Pearla at his ankles, taking a deep inhale he opens the bedroom door to peak down the left of the hallway towards the front of the new home and only sees darkness. Pausing for a moment he listens for the noise again but the home is eerily quiet.

Buck stands there for at least two minutes before he considers closing the door but the creaking starts up again, sending Pearla flying out of the room barking as she tries to locate the noise first.

“Pearla!” Buck yells for the dog who disappears down the hallway and out of sight.

He blows a whistle with his fingers to get her attention, stepping into the hallway now but Pearla is nowhere to be seen. When he glances over his shoulder back in your direction, you’re still in fact sound asleep. Usually you’re the light sleeper out of the pair but somehow in this early morning, you’re having a grand time in dreamland.

Reaching for the doorknob, Buck slowly pulls the door closed with a soft click and begins taking the path to the main areas of the home. Pass the three bedrooms and the half bath on the left, Buck scans the dining room, kitchen, and living room to find it all empty. Confusion is written all over Buck’s face as he stands in the center of the home, hands on his hips as he’s searching but…for what?

The groaning picks up again just as a touch goes to his hips. Buck yelps, whipping around to face you who’s actually holding their composure. Buck holds onto his chest ready to let out a exhale but the look you cast behind your shoulder then back to meet Buck’s island water eyes you say, “the house is haunted.”

“What?” Buck let’s out a full exhale, trying to calm his heart rate.

You swallow, hands still holding onto Buck’s hips, “I hear it too.”

He tightens his jaw, ears picking up on the noise but now it’s the loudest it’s ever been, making you grip your very sensitive ears.

“Wait here,” Buck suggests, hands flexing as he picks up a fire poker that was left leaning against the industrial bookcase from his old apartment, “it sounds like it’s coming from the laundry room.”

You huff, feet slapping against the floor as you latch right onto the back of his shirt, “hell no! You’re not leaving me behind in this sketchy house.”

“Ohhh,” Buck sing songs, “now it’s sketchy but when I said it’s been weird lately you tell me I need a nap.”

You hiss, “be quiet, we’re supposed to be stealthy when sneaking up on a ghost.”

“I wasn’t aware that you had experience with the paranormal.” Buck looks back at you with a frown before slowly leading the way back towards the bedrooms.

“I’ve seen ghost whisperer you know?”

“…am i supposed to know what that is?”

“It’s a show Maddie and I are currently binge watching, now ssh!” Your attempt to silence the man was met but Buck used this silence to steady his heartbeat.

If this house was truly haunted then it was going to be hard to explain this to the insurance company when he’s done tearing up the place.

And we all know Buck’s not afraid of some action. His arm goes out to shield you as you both slide up against the wall opposite of the door that leads into the small laundry room. Buck couldn’t hear Pearla’s barking anymore and she did go in the opposite direction so he hoped whatever this is, didn’t harm your beloved dog.

“On my count,” Buck signals peering at you shortly to make sure you understood where he was going with this, “three…two…”

Of course he didn’t say “one” as he pushed the door back, revealing the very normal looking laundry room. Everything appeared in tack as Buck stepped into the room, hand reaching out to shove some clothes on the rack aside and then checking the cabinets above the washer and dryer.

“Huh,” Buck hummed before pulling the appliances open to find them both empty, “nothing.”

When he turns to face you, you’re hugging yourself but your brows are still furrowed in disbelief. He reaches to flick the light off and steps towards you to exit the room but a screeching noise picks up yet again. Instead of it sounding like it’s in the laundry room, it’s appears as if it’s coming from back towards the front of the home.

“No freaking way!” Buck yells, bringing the fire poker up like a bat as he runs down the hallway.

You scream at his back, “stop running towards danger you idiot!”

Buck ignores you, following the sound right to the pantry door, which is closed shut. He wastes no time, pulling the door back to reveal a gray and white Pearla fleeing from the room with a whine. Buck almost recoils at how loud the sound is coming from the pantry but steps in anyway, looking around the spacious storage room until the door shuts right behind him.

He tries the knob but to no avail, he turns back to the dark room, dropping down into a push up motion to check underneath the shelves. The thirty year old was just waiting to see something further unusual but got back to his feet just to be shoved towards the shelves.

Buck steadies his hands out in front of himself, catching himself against the shelves but not without the goods crashing onto the floor. He spins back around as the cracking noise picks up, almost making his teeth ache at the sound but that doesn’t stop him from swinging the fire poker wildly in the air. He’s not sure when the poker breaks one of the shelves but he spots a flash of red way at the top behind a acrylic container.

Panting Buck begins latching and crawling up on the shelves and swipes a hand across the top shelf, knocking the contents onto the floor to spot some sort of machine that suddenly shoots a weak steam of fog his way, followed by the creaking sound. Buck presses on top of it which sends out that screeching sound that makes Buck slip at the upsetting noise.

He’s shouting your name once he aims his footing right, landing back on it but not without the machine slipping right towards his face and knocking Buck off balance.

“I’m just glad it’s not broken,” you say for what felt like the thirteenth time as you hold the door open; ten am later that morning, leading your boyfriend back into your shared home that Buck secretly didn’t want to come back to.

The bandage on his bruised and cut up nose was prominent but Buck still sported a small smile on his face. “See what happens when you try to prank me. Now you have to tell everyone that I did in fact fight a ghost.”

The pantry door was jammed by the time you got to Buck, hearing him calling your name and Pearla barking for your attention. It wasn’t something it commonly did but you just deemed it as your anxiety getting the best of you, struggling to get it open. You were in on a bet with Chimney and Hen since Eddie (surprisingly) and Bobby didn’t want to participate—that you could convince Buck that your new home was haunted.

However you weren’t expecting for him to go investigating and get smacked in the face with the crap ghost machine you purchased off eBay. You were just happy that you weren’t the cause of Buck almost breaking his nose (you didn’t intend for the machine to slide off the shelf) but everything else you’ll take responsibility for.

“Sit,” you ordered Buck by his arms who laughed at you going into your nurturing role, “you know they’ll never believe that right?”

Buck kicks his feet up along the couch with a sigh, “but it could be a plot twist x2 with there actually being some haunted vibes going on. I mean…you did set me up.”

You pout as stood in the kitchen, “it was supposed to be all in good fun but then you had to go Rambo—being Buck. Did I mention how sorry I am?”

Buck laughs, “it’s just a scratch,” as Pearla jumps up beside him to rest her head in his lap, “it’ll heal and I can take a joke but just know…you did start a prank war for the rest of this fall season. You have no idea what you just unleashed.”

You didn’t like how Buck was rubbing his hands together in wicked joy but you’ll learn to deal with it.

“Yeah that’s what Maddie said,” you mumbled as you pulled open the fridge, “so before you come up with those ideas…I can make you your favorite breakfast.”

Buck grins, “that’ll be nice but I’d prefer a cuddle first.”

“Is your head hurting?”

Buck lolls his head, “I told you babe, I feel fine. Now get over here.”

You make a cross motion as you cautiously step over to Buck who shakes his head at you with a grin. Once you’re close enough, he reaches for your sweatshirt to yank you to his other side since Pearla made her claim on his left.

“Now that I know I’m not going crazy anymore, I can really enjoy this house with my two favorite people.” Buck curls a arm around you and rests the other along the back of the couch after patting Pearla’s head.

Resting your head against Buck’s chest you sink into the comfort each other. However that doesn’t last long with the sound of glass shattering from the mirror that once hung on the wall above the wooden chest that contained the record player on top of it.

The silence is almost deafening now as the both of you watch the pieces of the mirror decorate the floor.

Buck says, “Come on, if there was ever a time to be superstitious it’s definitely now.”

You knew a broken mirror was not a good sign and Buck started to feel like it wasn’t really all in his head as the flashes of what happened earlier this morning played back in his head. It couldn’t just be the trash machine you bought whenever and Buck really wasn’t that clumsy to trip over his feet so what gives?

Spookiness can be fun but Buck could always sense when things didn’t exactly feel right anymore? He believed in the full moon, mercury in retrograde and he strongly believed in when things weren’t just a good scare.

“So you agree, we should go house hunting?”

Again? Buck hated the process when he was on his own but with you it felt nice, like there was a definite future to look forward to.

“Yeah,” Buck states, “I think I’m done ghost hunting for awhile.”

“Hell yeah you are.” You respond, keeping your eyes towards the area just in case you saw something else that didn’t sit right with you; while reaching for your phone.

The both of you didn’t bother to debate over where you would be escaping to for the night as you searched your contacts for your realtor and fast.

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Continue with my fall anthology prompts here.

[selfloverrrrrr]

A nanami smut..where he is all stress of work and wants 2 calm him down but don't know how 2...(other part...so yaga got some new instruments delivered in his office and yaga told them not to press anything or get close 2 the machines and gojo being gojo ignored it and sneaked in and started exploring the things..later his butt pressed a button and it created a blackhole in readers universe and it sucked her in..but it didn't show any sign of wht happen at gojo and he thought tht nothing happened and left the place..reader got teleported in nanami's apartment..and when he entered his house he saw a goddess...a freaking beautiful..great body woman in his apartment..and it's cause his erection to grow hard fast...and boom he loses his mind and is eager to calm and release..and the fun began

Universal travel

Warning: Smut, unprotected Sex, rough sex, teasing, anal sex, nipple play, blow job....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

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"why isn't he here after calling me here?!" Gojo whined in Yaga's office. "Nvm... atleast I can see his dolls collection" he said and started walking into the office. He was watching those dolls. "Huh y'all can't do anything to me.... because I'm the strongest" he said and started laughing.

While laughing he sit on the table. He didn't noticed that there was something on the table. After sitting he realised. "Fuck what was that" he said. "Shit... did I pressed any buttons?" He said looking at the machine with some buttons. "Well my sexy ass did something but I don't know what it did and.....nvm nobody's gonna know" he said to himself.

In y/n's universe y/n's POV

I just washed my face and came to bed. I was about to go sleep. I was checking my phone before going to sleep. Suddenly I heard a sound from my back. I turned around. The wall in front of me was kinda shaking. I got confused and went closer to it. Suddenly a hole came from nowhere and I got shocked. Before I could react...it sucked me in and the portal closed.

I screamed. But then I fell on somewhere. I slowly opened my eyes. Where was I? I was in a house. But this house isn't mine! Who's is it? I went up. I was still wearing my night dress. I heard the sound of door unlocked. I slowly followed the sound. It was coming from the main door.

When I went there. I saw a blonde man. "Umm... excuse me?" I said. The man turned around. "Who are you?" He asked. My eyes widened. Am I seeing the right thing?! Is it...is it Nanami Kento?! "What!!! There's no wayyyy" I said. "What are you saying.... and who are you?" He asked.

"wait wait wait... what's your name?" I asked. "Nanami Kento" he replied. "Ohhhhh myyyyyy GODDDDDD..... I knew it!!!! I knew it was you" I screamed. "You know me? Can you explain to me what is happening?" He said. We sat on the couch and I explained everything to him.

"so you mean you know me?" He asked. "Of course I do" I replied. "And you're telling me that I'm famous there?" he asked again. "YESSS.... too much famous!!!" I replied. "And people do my fan art as they want?" He asked. "Yes...they are cool" I replied. "I see" he said. "Yeah " I replied. "Nude arts?" He asked. "Yeah a lot- I mean no!!! I don't know!" I replied.

He smirked. "Why are you blushing?" He asked. "I'm not" I said and tried to cover my face. "Do you want me to pull your hair and whisper good girl in your ear?" He asked. I stared at him with doe eyes. He pulled me on his lap. "Come on... I won't mind to please my fan...since you're gorgeous too... just said yes" he said. "Do. You?" He asked. "Y-yes" I replied. "Good girl" He said and pressed his lips on mine.

He kissed me roughly. Making me breathless. He slowly took off my top but he didn't took off my bra. He pulled out my boobs from it and I gasped. Then took off my bra. He teased and started playing with my nipples with his tongue. I moaned slightly. Nanami smirked.

He slowly put his hand in my panties. he rubbed my clit and I gasped. " Your pussy is fucking wet darling" he whispered with a smirk. Then took off my panties. He got up and took off his shirt while starting at my pussy. Then he again came near to my face and kissed me. I heard a unzipping sound and when looked down saw Nanami was stroking himself.

He lined himself with my pussy. He slowly pushed himself in. I grabbed on his shoulder taking deep breath. He give me some time to adjust it. Then he slowly started thursting in and out. He started increasing the speed. I was a moaning mess. He was so huge. His dick was touching my deepest parts. "Oh god ...ohhh my god" I moaned. His speed became faster and harder. I dig my nails on his back. My pussy clenched around him tightly. He stopped and pulled out.

My legs were shaking. He smirked and flipped me. Now I was lying on my stomach. He reached for my ass and spanked me harshly and pushed his whole length inside me again.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it. "Good girl" he whispered in my ear. He thursted in and out roughly. I was moaning his name repeatedly. After a few minutes I came. My walls clenched around him tightly. " G-god... You're so tight... F-Fuck...." He moaned. His pace became faster and faster. Rougher and rougher. Harder and harder. Then he finally came.

"I'm sorry... fuck... I'm gonna buy you pills tomorrow" Nanami whispered and fell beside me. "It's fine " I replied. "Whatever universal shit happened today... I'm thankful to god that it happened " he said and I giggled.

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[glorious-spoon]

he speaks the languages of love [9-1-1 | Buck/Eddie | 1/1]

he speaks the languages of love

4k words | Explicit established relationship | phone sex

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Eddie has been in Texas for nearly two weeks, and Buck has been extremely patient about it, in his opinion. True, it's possible that none of his coworkers would agree with that assessment, but in his defense, he's been existing in a state of sexual frustration not seen since Eddie shoved him against a wall and stuck his tongue down his throat after that close call with the cruise ship back in April.

"Good to know where I rate," Eddie says when Buck tells him this on their phone call the night before he's supposed to come home. He's just come off a twenty-four, so Chris is over at Pepa's and he's back at the loft. The lonely, empty loft.

"I mean it's not just that," Buck protests. "I do actually miss you."

Eddie snorts. "Is that why you bit Ravi's head off earlier today when he was talking about his date staying over?"

"You heard about that, huh?"

"No shit," Eddie says, laughing. "You didn't notice that we work with the biggest gossips on the West Coast?"

"Okay, well, first of all, I apologized for that—"

"Uh huh."

"And also, Hen blows things out of proportion."

"Oh, yeah, that sounds like Hen."

"Okay, fine," Buck admits. "I've been kind of a dick. She threatened to drown me in a washing machine earlier, and honestly, I probably deserved it."

"A washing machine?"

"This guy got stuck—it was a whole thing." He flops back on the bed, staring up at his empty ceiling in his empty loft. "Feels weird being at work without you there."

"I'll be back for our next shift."

"Yeah, I know," Buck sighs. "So, I mean. It's not just sexual frustration, for the record."

"Sure. I just think maybe it's a good thing Chris will be at school so he doesn't have to see you jump me the minute I get back."

"Well, when you put it like that," Buck admits. Eddie laughs, and he adds, "Okay, but you gotta understand, this is like—six months of finally actually getting to put my hands on you, and then I have to go cold turkey for two weeks? It's hard."

"In every sense of the word, I guess," Eddie says, because he's never met a dumb joke he didn't love. Buck groans, laughing.

"You're such an asshole."

"Uh huh. So you're saying you don't want to fuck me into the mattress when I get back?"

"Okay, I didn't say that."

"That's what I thought."

"I do want to, for the record. I've always wanted to. From, like, day one."

Eddie laughs warmly in his ear. "You're so full of it."

"Am not."

"You hated my guts the first day we met."

"Yeah," Buck admits. He yawns, then smears a hand over his mouth. It's late. They should probably both get some sleep. It's just that he really never wants to stop talking to Eddie, especially now that he's two thousand miles away instead of in Buck's bed, where he belongs. "I kinda did. You were infuriatingly perfect."

A snort. "Right."

"Still wanted to fuck you, though."

There's a couple of beats of silence. Then Eddie says, "Yeah?"

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[lizzibennet]

i’ve always lived among people who had much more money than my family because my mom worked for rich people and my brother and i always got scholarships because of good grades. and so one of the things that always kind of bothered me was that my friends always had much cooler, cleaner, tidier houses than i did. we’d go to their places after school for homework or just to hang and there wouldn’t be a hair out of place. one of my friends had a mezzanine with comics and a nintendo wii especially for her to hang out with friends. the other lived in a corner house with a tennis court which i always admired when passing in front of and i literally freaked out when i realized he lived there. one of them had a barbie house taller than us, one had a pool, one had a rooftop pool and cherry trees that were blossoming when i was over, etc. and i would tell them wow your house is so cool. mine is so messy and always dirty, and if i want it clean i usually am the one who ends up cleaning it, and i do my own laundry whereas you even have maids everyday! and they’d shrug and be like it’s cool i guess. but it’s not my house, it’s my parents’.

and that would always give me pause.

i’d think about the completely out of place shell dish that lives on top of the living room rack for the sole reason that my mom puts the earrings she steals from me there so i can retrieve them if i leave before she’s woken up. i think about my dad’s “mess closet” which is precisely what it sounds like but it’s where he goes when i ask him for the shoemaker’s glue to fix my jelly shoes and for the mini electric saw he used to saw through one of my dolls’ neck (long story) and where he goes when my brother asks him for specific sized screwdrivers to open up his childhood remote controlled toys. i’d think about the laundry closet divided in two because my mom owns a lot of delicate work shirts and swears i wash them better than her (it’s the same washing machine at the same cycle). i’d think about the four little giraffes besides the tv - according to my mom, tallest to shortest representing my brother, me, my dad and my mom, which my dad has never loved because Obviously He Is Taller Than Me but encourages the cat to curl up next to them to sleep so he can take a picture and send our family whatsapp group named “grimy family”. i’d think about my brother’s car’s engine laying open in the garage because he couldn’t finish it in time before returning to uni and my dad carefully picking it all up and tidying before he returns except my dad really is kind of shit at tidying so it’s all just kinda. laying there. i’d think about my mom washing my clothes on the weekend and laying them at the foot of the stairs because i don’t like when she just shoves my stuff into my room even though clothing in the stairs obviously makes the living room look even worse. i’d think about the medicine books lining the living room table because my mom saw them at an auction and picked them up for me even though i’m not in med school yet and i’d think about the socks my dad leaves besides the cat besides the giraffes besides the tv because my mom often falls asleep watching the novela and gets cold feet and i’d think about the hideous rio de janeiro postal my brother brought me one day when he was on break that hangs in the kitchen and i’d think about the air fryer and the juicer my dad never fucking puts away and permanently now live atop the cooktop which has been broken since 2015 and i’d think about my jelly shoes under the chair where the cat likes to sleep with my smell near and my hair clip that broke the first time i went out with my girlfriend which my mom kept, you guessed it, on top of my representative giraffe because she thinks she wears it better than i do, even if it’s broken, that’s fine, doesn’t it still look so pretty? and i’d look around at the pristine white pillars and granite and impeccably kept real wood and the techy dishwashers and color changing lamps and king sized beds of my friends’ and i’d finally cave in and text grimy family and be like can any of u guys come get me. and 5 mins later my mom would say “your dad and i are on our way”. and i’d breathe a sigh of relief. and come back to the messy house in front of the square. it was either this one or the one between the family that owns the range rover and the police chief that owns the old reformed cadillac and i wanted this one and my dad immediately agreed even though he loves both cadillacs and jeeps and campaigned for the other house before. and i’d lay down in my silly little square front house in my bed with my cat and my parents next door and my brother’s empty room full of his correspondence next to my bathroom full of hair masks atop the cabinet. and i wouldn’t have it any other fucking way

[masivechaos]

ANGEL

spencer reid x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: When everything is too much, Spencer is the only one who can help you.

Warning/content: panic attack kinda? (being overstimulated), fluff, my English and no proofreading

a.n.: 0.8k words - first spencer fic?? also two fics in two days??

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You closed your eyes. Everything was too much. The noise of the cars outside. The footsteps of your neighbour above you. The sound of your washing machine on the other side of your apartment. The smell of the candle you let burn for too long. The luminous light of the sun peeking through the window.

You covered every inch of your body with the bed sheet, trying to find as much comfort as you could in the too-loud, too-bright and too-triggering environment. Salted tears fell from your eyes to the white pillow.

Your brain felt like exploding and every single stimulus was powder. You were waiting for the one that would be the fuse.

Unfortunately, you didn’t have to wait long because the piercing sound of the entry door resonated in the bedroom, your eardrum ready to bleed. Maybe it was good if you didn’t hear at all, you wouldn’t have to worry about these types of crises anymore.

You broke into tears, real tears that weren’t just slowly streaming down your face, they came with loud sobs and a tight chest ready to break into a million pieces as you heard the soft voice of Spencer calling for you “Angel? Where are you?”

When you didn’t answer, he stayed silent, trying to figure out where you could be. Focusing hard, he heard the faint sound of your muffled sobs coming from the bedroom of your shared apartment.

He opened the door carefully and found you engulfed under the covers, he could see you shaking under the fabric. He lowered his voice “Y/n?” he slowly got closer to the bed, trying not to scare you “Can I lift the sheet?” he whispered.

You didn’t talk but his hand grabbed the soft fabric and he slowly pulled it off you. You were laying in a curled ball, face wet from tears, hands covering your ears, eyes closed, mouth whimpering. Spencer could feel his heart shattered at the vision, he hated seeing you like this, you didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it, but you especially.

“What happened?” his voice was calm, trying not to be too loud for your ears. He carefully rested both of his hands on your waist, attempting to make you sit up. With a bit of help, you were finally sat against the headboard.

Spencer sat down on the bed in front of you, cupping your cheeks with the palm of his hands as his fingers gently brushed your skin. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, angel” Sniffling loudly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“What happened?” he asked again, his hand resting at the back of your head, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He kissed your temple to calm you, letting his lips against your skin until you answered.

“I don’t know. Everything was too much” you cried, tightening your embrace. If everything was too much a few minutes ago, right now you wanted to be as close to Spencer as possible.

He settled you both to lie down on the mattress. He kept you close, knowing you craved physical touch in these moments of weakness. He gently kissed your forehead “Breath with me angel”

Spencer always called you angel, he couldn’t help, you were an angel to him. You came into his life and never went out. You were the light he needed, he didn’t even need coffee with you, you were a shot of expresso just by being you. 

And seeing you crying like this wrecked him.

He helped you find proper breathing, mumbling quiet ‘Breath in’ and ‘Breath out’. You didn’t know for how long he did this but you appreciated his patience with you. Calmed down, you rested your head on Spencer’s shirt, trying to focus only on his rising chest and his hand in your hair.

“How was your day?” you whispered, your finger tracing his arm. You enjoyed hearing about Spencer’s days, they weren’t the happiest since he wasn’t doing the happiest job but you loved how passionate he sounded.

He smiled “It was good. It was calm actually…” he continued telling you about what happened, and you realised how a calm day for him was not calm for you. “...And then, Garcia answered the phone,” he rambled, “she thought it was Morgan and said, “Hi hotshot”. Turns out it was Hotch and she never apologized quicker. Also…” and he went on and on.

And Spencer was relieved when he heard you laugh at whatever stupid pun he said. Slowly, by his side, you were able to be calm and serene. By Spencer’s side, you never had to worry.

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[hannahlovesluca]

Hi can i get a nijisanji matchup if u dont mind (:

Male nijisanji en member :DD

Pronouns:He/him(literally any of those)

Sexuality:Gay for the homies....jk im bisexual.But men.My favorite genre of men is men who seems cool-headed but turns hot-headed whenever he plays amongus cause they're so fun to annoy(i may not have a type,but i have a pattern.and that's men.That's it.I'm so sorry for putting you through this but this sounded funnier in my head)

Zodiac:...what is a zodiac.I was born on April 12th if that helps?

Appearance:176 cm,almost a literal twig(i make up strength with agility i swear),dark brown eyes,short fluffy(?) brown hair??like those kinda wavy hair thing tho sometimes i tuck my bangs behind my ear like a disney princess if the temperature's hot,i don't neccesarily wear edgy clothes,sometimes i just find what's comfortable or i dress like a manhwa male lead.One day you see me in a black turtleneck and white shirt and the next day you see me in a blown up two piece suit while playing the most random stuff ever.I guess i have like a small waist??my friends told me i have those thin waists than even a corset wouldn't affect me(send help) oh and i had an era where i had waist length hair and ended up cutting it out of impulse,i only have like 3 fingers on my left hand cause im missing a pinky and ring finger(i honestly dont have any trouble against it i just think its annoying that i cant remember what even happened to begin with)

Mbti:ENTP/INTP(sometime si get entp sometimes i get intp)

Personality:Pain in the ass.Metaphorically.I will not hesitate to say something so abominably horrendous for the sake of arguing cause it's my favorite passtime.I'm the embodiment of that one character who never dies in a series and die at the end of the series from a tapeworm cause it felt lonely--On super duper rare occasions i get serious when it comes to problems but that's just a whole nother person atp,i'd be serious and maybe waaaaay too logical and blunt....but i still have a sense of humor tho

Likes:When people just randomly ramble to me,random 3 am shower thoughts,crabs(they taste good i swear),the concept of death(not in the depressing way i meant as in 'what if i die from a washing machine while showering' type of thoughts),physical touch and affection,i'd literally propose to someone if they'd let me doodle(rick astley) on their skin for funsies

Dislikes:Curfews,this thing we call math,toxic parents like if i see one im deadass gonna roast the hell out of them and mentally adopt the child(this happened like 3 times and im a children magnet atp)

Love language:

Giving:Words of affirmation(affectionate insults),physical touch

Receiving:Words of affirmation(affectionate insults),quality time

Extra:I get hurt kind of often so they'd probably see bandage rolls in the trashcan everyday,i actually love math but the act of actually counting the numbers makes me sick/lh,my room is a literal shipwreck unless someone scolds me to actually clean up my room LMAO usually i have to keep up a reputation so sometimes it's a shock to people that think that im introverted

i pair you with…

Uki Violeta!

hear me out…

• you are literally uki reincarnated

• i swear i didnt do this just because both of you are gay

• it works out great though

• you and fulgur probably jokingly fight for uki’s love

• omg imagine you went on Luca’s dating show and thats how you both realized that you loved each other

• might be writing a fic ab that…

• Uki knows your room is a wreck and he will FORCE you to clean that shit. he’ll also help u if u beg enough

• Uki also knows how often you get hurt and he’s always there to help, whether that be wrapping you up, or just giving you soft kisses <3

• HE LOVES UR HAIR!!!!!

• its just so fluffy and cute and adorable and

• sorry this is really short, i am extremely sick but i’m trying to pop out all these reqs!!!

RUNNERS UP: Fulgur Ovid, Claude Clawmark

[alvisiscrazy]

Chapter 3

I had made it home finally taking off my outfit and I placed it in the washing machine I noticed he hadn't been home yet I wondered where he was no wait actually I didn't I finally gotten into bed and fell asleep listening to my favorite song "can’t help falling in love” my eye's bolted open my ears rung the sound of a telephone I picked it up "Hello" I said yawning "I believe mary asked for a day off do you think you can take her shift again" Said Janet "Oh um- yea sure what time does it start" "at 12" I turned to the oven clock said 10:30 am "Til what time?" 9pm" Janet said "Yes I can take it see ya soon" I hung up I showered and finally did something to my hair I forgot to wash my uniform "shit" I gotten dressed I put perfume on this was the first time now I was fully dressed without rushing or anything the clock said 11:20 I had to take to stop to pick up lunch. I finally made it to the gates of Graceland I pulled up and noticed Mary's car "hm?" I said out loud I walked in the front door I spotted Janet "hey I thought I was covering Mary's shift?" "Boss man wants to see you" she smirked what the hell is going on "Go to the office" I nod I was so damn confused I went upstairs I knocked on the door "come in" I walked in Elvis was at his desk "Hey! sorry for the confusion" He said "I wanted to talk to you" I nod and sit down "Back to about what men liked" oh I thought he would forget about that "I've ordered new uniforms for you all" he said with a grin "What?" you didn't have to" "Oh no it's my pleasure I think you'd like it more" he had a smirk on his face! "maybe so" "What did Janet tell ya?" "She told me take Mary’s shift sir" he looked like he was thinking for a moment "I told her to tell you to come in the office like I said sorry for the confusion" "It's okay!" "go enjoy ur day out" he smiled I felt a relief he gave me my check early then anyone which was very kinda of him I went to the spa and got my hair done for the first time in a while I had made it home I noticed his car was in my parking spot he was home. My heart raced.

[saucetail-hasanewblog]

OK so it is still just a wip but it is the story of pyotr nd dieter's first meeting :^]!!! I'll put under the cut lol

The moment I opened the door, a chill swept through my body. Compared to the inside of the house, the night was cold. To the point that it hurt. Although maybe it was aggravated by the fact I was only wearing a tank top. I had taken my leather jacket off a couple of hours ago, as all the beer I drank warmed my body a considerable bunch. Well, that and the fact that I was dancing. I didn’t want to sweat on the nicest jacket I own. It’s a true back-breaking task to wash these, you can’t just throw them on the washing machine, you know.

Closing the door, I took a few steps forward. Until the smell of cigarettes hit me. I smoke sometimes, but it’s more of a social activity for me. It’s very rare that I’ll smoke if it’s not offered to me first. Looking to each side, I try and figure out where it’s coming from. Took me a surprising amount of time, but I finally spotted someone sat down on the outside of the house. He looked nervous, seemingly not even noticing that I’m here. Or ignoring me.

Person that is sitting by themselves, seemingly lost in their own thoughts? Perfect time to introduce myself!

Changing my trajectory, I took some steps to the left and stopped by his side. I bent over a tad, to see if he would notice that I’m here. It took him a little while, but eventually he looked up. Careful and slow, perhaps so that his cigarette wouldn’t go out. He seemed surprised at my presence. The mysterious person had blue eyes, although they seemed almost completely gray. It’s not everyday you see someone with eyes like that.

- Hey.

He looked at me for quite some moments, analyzing. I let him do so. People typically do that to me. I think it’s the ear piercings. Using the opportunity, I do the same to him. In addition to having quite striking eyes, he has one of those short and round faces, which is not very common here in Germany. It’s kinda cute, you know? He does have a bit of a beard, but it is very sparse and only really on his chin. Almost as if he can’t grow a full one or just doesn’t want to commit. Well, I say that as if my beard in anything to stare in amazement at. It’s not that big, in reality, but it is fuller then what he has.

Then, maybe realizing how long we spent just staring at each other, his cheeks go red and he breaks eye contact. Smiling at the reaction, I prop my back on the wall.

- Uhm… Hello.

- Your name? - I ask.

- I’m… Ah, Pyotr. Anatolyevich. - After a long pause, he adds. - Ustrashkin.

- Well, if we’re being so formal… I’m Dietrich Wieland Gutermuth.

Pyotr looks off, but I know for a fact that his face must still be red. He takes a drag of his cigarette, then coughs. Fair, he took in a lot of smoke. I’ve dealt with shy people before, so his type of awkwardness isn’t an immediate turn off for me. Besides, his German is very heavily accented and stilted, so it’s definitely not his mother language. Our university isn’t famous for it’s exchange student program or anything, but we still get them sometimes. I can make an educated guess that he’s a Soviet. Although that I could easily glean from his name, so maybe I’m not a genius for deducting that much.

- I’m just joking. You can call me Dieter.

He doesn’t answer. Still shy, huh? No worries, I crack shy people wide open after a while. That sounded harsh. I don’t kill them. Only with kindness. Impulsively, I’m deciding this guy is gonna open up to me eventually, whether he wants to or not. Pyotr scratches the back of his neck.

- You’re from the Soviet Union, right? - I try to keep the conversation going.

He nods. Tired of standing up, I slide down the wall. My legs are all wobbly, but that’s because I spent at least an hour just standing around and talking to people. Plus the aforementioned dancing. And the beers. Which are all my own fault but I’m gonna blame the universe for my problems. Looking to my side, I can see him a little more clearly now. He sneaks a couple of glances at me, and I smile at him. Pyotr doesn’t return the gesture, but I don’t think it’s out of malice or anything. His cigarette is almost at it’s end. He reaches down and grabs a pack of them, which I hadn’t even noticed was there.

- You… You want one? - Pyotr turns his head to me, but still doesn’t quite look me in the eyes.

- Oh, I’d like that, yeah.

Reaching out, I take one. Social smoking and all that, you know. Since it was already ending, Pyotr takes the one he already had and snuffs it out on the floor. But seems he isn’t keen on just littering, so he just puts it in his pocket. Like a maniac. Man, it’s gonna get all dirty in there. He also takes another cigarette, which indicates to me he smokes for stress purposes. Pyotr is gonna develop some serious black lungs. Putting it between his teeth, he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a lighter.

- Come closer. - He pretty much commands.

Huh. I stand there for a moment, a tad confused. Then, he turns to me and puts the lighter at the end of his cigarette. Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Well, more sense then whatever else I could have understood from that. I obey, and touch mine with his. Which turned out to put us such close proximity that my hair is almost caressing his face. Pyotr fumbles for a couple of seconds with the lighter, furrowing his eyebrows. Eventually he gets it, though. It’s nice being this close, but I have to pull out before it gets weird. He does the same, although I don’t think he even noticed how close we got. Not surprising, since he was the one who set it up in the first place. Or maybe he did it on purpose. Hm, would he do that? Not sure. I don’t really have the full personality profile of Pyotr the Soviet exchange student to figure this one out just yet.

Still, I inhale. Huh, interesting. This tastes different then what usual cigarettes do. Odd. Man, why does it taste like that? The smell isn’t different, so why is the taste? It’s not that it’s outrageously bad or anything, just very different. Well, I already put it in my mouth. I don’t think I have a choice except to keep smoking it. I look to the side, but Pyotr doesn’t seem bothered at all. Since he just set the pack down on the ground, I could see the brand. Some Soviet brand I don’t think I’ve heard of before. Typically not a good sign. Taking it out of my mouth to puff out the smoke, I go back to trying to get a conversation going.

- Which country?

- Huh? - He seems confused.

- Which country in the Soviet Union?

Pyotr seems surprised that I know what is technically very simple knowledge. He stops for a moment to think, takes a drag and looks down at his shoes. They’re quite formal, not exactly what I would call party attire. But what do I know? Every occasion is worthy of party attire for me.

- Russia.

- Oh, nice! - I say. - From Moscow, or Leningrad or something like that?

- Ah, well… No…

- Where, then?

- I don’t think that… You would know where it is.

- You can just tell me anyway, man.

- Uhm, ok… - He mumbled. - Chelyabinsk, it’s close to the Ural Mountains.

He said that as if I have any idea where those mountains are. I must admit, although I have many, many qualities, knowing geography is certainly not one of them. I nod my head, pretending I understand. Pyotr pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and taps on it, so that the ashy parts fell off. They fell all over his pants. Speaking of, they’re also awfully formal. I’m starting to think this man has no idea how to dress for a party. The only article of clothing that he was wearing which was normal was his sweater. A very different taste in fashion. I mean sure, I am a punk, which technically doesn’t have the most normal of fashion choices, but it is more typical than his little grandpa getup. In fact, this makes me curious.

- What’d you think about the party?

- Huh? Ah… Well… I didn’t… Come in. - He said, embarrassed.

- Why?

- I’m not… Uhm.

- Don’t really like parties?

- Ah… No.

- I see. - I said. - But why did you come, then?

Pyotr seems to contemplate for a while before answering.

- My… My uh… Boyfriend*…? Asked me to come and… I couldn’t really… Uhm, say no. - He stumbled through his own words. *Freund

Huh. It hasn’t been any longer then a couple of weeks that university started, and this shy Soviet is already scoring? Damn. I haven’t been this surprised since… Well, I don’t think I’ve ever been this surprised! You know, I’m quite fast to get interested in other people, but I don’t think I’ve ever gotten my hopes dashed this quickly. I suppose I can’t be mean about this though, it’s not my fault that someone else also had interest in him. After my long, long seconds of silence, Pyotr finally turns to look at me in the face. His expression seemed equal parts scared and embarrassed.

- Did… Did I say something wrong? - Pyotr asked, his shoulders tense.

- No, not at all, it’s just… I’m just surprised is all.

- About what?

- Well… You know… - I gestured with my cigarette in hand, which spread ash around. - That with only a few weeks in Germany, you’re already dating.

- Dating? - He said, although it sounded more like a choke.

Looking at his completely red face for a couple of additional seconds, I have my own moment of confusion. Then, the gears in my head start turning. Oh. Ohohoh. Yeah, I think I quite understand what the mistake here was. I really didn’t want to make him feel bad, but I couldn’t help it. I started laughing. Quite a lot, even. Maybe too much. I’m just relieved, and a bit entertained. Putting my hand on his shoulder, I try to recover my breath so that I could explain what was going on to the poor guy.

- See, Pyotr… - I start. - That word you used? While it does mean what I think you meant, it can also be a word for… you know…

- I don’t know.

- A romantic partner.

What was once a face showing mixed feelings, became a stage for pure horror. He turned almost his full body to me and gestured something that was pretty much unintelligible.

- No! No! I meant friendship! Friendship! - He explained.

It was probably even meaner now, but I ended up laughing in his face again. To be honest, I think it’s his desperate reaction that made it more humorous. Because, really, it’s an easy mistake for a foreigner to make. I’m not gonna punish him for not being completely fluent in German, it would be ridiculous of me to do so. Yet, on the other hand, it is sorta fun. As the moments went on and I didn’t punish him for the crime of being a foreigner, Pyotr loosened up a little. I took my hand off his shoulder.

- It’s… Not that funny. - Pyotr said, but I could see the smallest hint of a smile in his face.

- It isn’t. But I thought it was.

He’s quite cute when he smiles. I find dimples really pretty on people, what can I say? I don’t really mention it in case I come onto him too hard, but that doesn’t stop me from thinking it. Pyotr puts his cigarette up to his mouth again. I do the same, although I notice that quite a bit of it is over. Without me even smoking it. Almost close enough to burn my finger. Probably because of the time we spent just talking. Although I can’t complain much about that. It’s really not that great.

- Who’s your friend? - I asked. - I might know him.

- Mattie, from the mechanical engineering course.

- Oooh. Real party animal, that one.

- Him?

- Yeah. Can't tell it because of that dopey look in his face, right?

- I guess so. - Pyotr chuckles.

If he is anything like me, he's probably thinking of his friend doing something stupid. Like doing a keg stand. Which I insult but don't get me wrong, it truly is a skill. Just not a very useful one. Although I might be just a little bit jealous because I myself can't do it.

[pertinax--loculos]

Unofficial WIP Intro

___RISK IT

So I have bad luck doing official-sorta WIP intros, but I want a little bit of accountability (and also to be a bit more active on here), so... here’s a brief dot-point overview of the one that’s currently consuming my brain:

inspired directly by spite (because of a book I read recently that annoyed the crap out of me)

bodyguard/protectee dynamic (ultimately friends-to-lovers, I think)

urban fantasy in a World Not Our Own But Close

magic system TBD, but the MC is Barren (aka, has no magic -- this is kinda a big deal)

incorporating bits and pieces from other WIPs I’ve played with, most significantly the arcane demon dog Shade (who is also a disobedient little shit)

seriously messed up characters who don’t want to process their trauma

murder mystery! Maybe! Sort of! Think urban fantasy fare with the characters investigating something. It kicks off the plot. It maybe is the plot. Who really knows?

magic havers vs have not (read: privileged vs others)

dual POV (in first person! Wish me luck separating their voices ahaha)

loyalty and codependency and love that leaves scars

...aaaand, cuz why the hell not, have a little snippet from the first scene under the cut:

Caden took half a step back. We got within arm’s reach of him just as the shadows solidified into a coherent form.

It looked like a dog, as much as a creature made out of shadows can look like anything. Tall, though, taller than any real example of its breed, which looked mostly like a dobermann. Its shoulders easily reached Caden’s waist. The tips of the pricked ears were level with his chin. The smouldering red eyes  bored into his neck. And the steely metallic fangs, revealed when it slowly opened its mouth, were just the right height to rip out his throat.

The shadow creature made a noise that sounded like a cross between metal in a garbage disposal and a chainsaw. Caden’s step backwards was quick enough that his ankle turned and Ilya had to catch his elbow to stop him sprawling on his ass.

“That’s…” Caden gave me a cursory glance before he fixed his horrified gaze on Ilya. “That’s a—”

“Shade,” Ilya said.

“Holy shit.” What little colour remained in Caden’s face drained. He slowly turned his face back towards the shadowy dog, adam’s apple bobbing in a deep swallow. “That’s a Shade.”

“No,” Ilya said. “Well, I mean, yes, it is, but I meant — Shade.”

The Shade — that Ilya ingenously named Shade — tilted its head. The wisps of shadow that made up its long and pain-in-the-ass tail began to swish back and forth.

Ilya cleared his throat and tried, with great and heavy gravity, “Shade.”

Shade bounced — all four feet off the ground, shoulders at the pinnacle, an expression of joy if I’ve ever seen one — and landed in a play bow. He made a sound similar to an unbalanced washing machine and then turned and bolted off down the alley.

[chasing-rabbits]

My dad won some free AirPods in a raffle for a work do & they suck so much. The left one consistently disconnects & takes multiple attempts to get it to reconnect which sometimes I just give up on. Also I have long hair, thick sometimes wavy/curly long hair. The amount of times the AirPods got knocked out of my ear because I’d go to move my hair or something and they’d get knocked out by my fucking hair. Sometimes I definitely feel the oh god I sound like my parents as a millennial with boomer parents. Actually tbf they don’t complain that much the main thing my dad hates is he still likes to buy DVD’s & he’s annoyed they’re dying out he went to CEX yesterday to get some because it was one of the few places he can buy them from locally now. Tbf I have the same complaint in terms of TV’s no longer having DVD slots and laptops not having disc slots. I always say to my dad stop buying DVD’s you can get it all digital now mostly because his DVD collection was so large it takes up so much space but I recently saw something that made a valid point I’d never thought about. If you buy a movie on a streaming platform apparently if their license on it runs out or w/e then you lose access to that movie I’d never even thought about that tbh which is crazy that you pay for something & you don’t really get to ‘keep it’ like with DVD’s. My main thing was there are some things I like to own on DVD & it annoyed me when it dawned on me oh shit yeah can’t even play it because my new TV didn’t have a slot. It’s like how even though kindles exist many people still like physical copies of books that’s how I feel about certain movies I want the physical copy idk why I just do it’s not the same. The smart fridges though lol and how nearly every single washing machine/dryer comes with the built in smart connection shit I don’t get that tbh like I assume its to be able to turn your machine on remotely right? But why would I want to fill up my washing machine and not just put it on right there & then what scenario could I possibly have where I’d want to pre schedule my washing to a set time.

When I moved out after Covid I was looking at fridges & I saw a smart fridge that I guess has a camera inside & it tells you when your food is going off or something I have to admit i thought that was kinda cool but its ultimately a novelty thing really like how useful will it really be day to day it’s not got no use but it was also ridiculously expensive it had other features too it was like a whole little tv screen in the fridge it had a lot of different functions but all of them seemed unnecessary for a fridge to have outside of the camera thing which is mildly useful but again probably more novelty than having worthwhile real life use for most of us.

[unnamedrat]

My reactions and thoughts on @stargirl1331 playlist!

This took so long, I'm so sorry, but I really wanted to review every single song there. My favorites are in bold but like, all of them are so so great.

where did the sun go? by Lor: Such a cool song, wish it was longer <3

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage by Fish in a Birdcage: Ohhhh I love the cover, so pretty. The lyrics are so good: “With his beak he tries to soothe me/He makes me feel that I belong”, such a cool cool metaphor. The instrumental is so jahfkajskajd.

Welcome Home by Radical Face: It sounds so pretty, the lyrics are so warm(? I can only describe them as warm, I'm not really good at describing feelings, lmao.

Breezeblocks by alt-J: I used to listen to this song a lot in 2020!! It's so nostalgic. It might be that my english kinda sucked back then so I didn't fully understand them but I don't remember the lyrics being this good!?? Hello?? Also, the last minute of the song? ABSOLUTE BANGER- PLEASE DON'T GOOOO I'LL EAT YOU WHOLE I LOVE YOU SOOOOO.

Choice by Jack Stauber's Micropop: JACK!!!! I love this man, he's so artsy. His music videos are so akkskakdkq.

The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives: I love the title of this one, it's the same as one of Nine Inch Nails songs (they're nothing alike, just the title). Cool guitar. Pretty voice. Ok, this one is so so cool. The lyrics. THE VOICE. THE LYRICS!!!! “He taught me that the hand that feeds/Deserves to be bitten when it beats” AAAAAAAAAAAA Directly to my liked songs.

It's Alright by Mother Mother: Hey, my sister likes this song!! I love the lyrics :)

Vagabond by MisterWives: A pretty cover!!!! She has such a cool voice. I like it, it has a very cheerful tone but the lyrics are so deep and I love them.

Choke by IDK HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: Another song I know!! I really like it. The lyrics, the beat, the vibes, everything.

It's Okay (To Punch Nazis) by Cheap Perfume: Say it louder for the people in the back!

Always Forever by Cults: This one's so nice to the ear. It reminds me in a way of Mars Argo music: not so healthy lyrics and cute sounding melodies and voices.

notre dame by Paris Paloma: The art on the cover is so pretty and nice, I love it. It sounds so soft, kinda comforting, and the lyrics are amazing and beautiful and amazing. It gives Claudine Frollo vibes.

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths: A 7-minute song!!! I love long songs!! The lyrics are so beautiful and sad, yet so important. The french lyrics with the violin in the background parts sound so good, no idea what the man's saying tho.

Tip Toes by half•alive: THIS SONG IS SO GOOD!?!? I LOVE IT

Burning Pile by Mother Mother: One of my sister's favorites, they're a really cool band and have great instrumentals and build ups!!

Never Love an Anchor by The CraneWives: COYOTE STORIES!!! A SHIP LOVING AN ANCHOR!!!! HER CLUMSY HANDS!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Alien Blues by Vundabar: Another of my 2020 favorites! I truly don't know why I stopped listening to it because it's great “My teeth are yellow, hello world/Would you like me a little better if they were white like yours?” AAAAAAAAAA such a good song

Which Witch by Florence + The Machine: I love the way this woman sings!! Such a powerful voice and a great beat too! I think my sister likes her? I've definitely seen her in one or two of her playlists. I'm sending her this playlist because I feel like she would like it.

Inheritance by The Last Bison: Cool instrumental!! Don't have much to say about it, my strength is lyrics, but it sounds amazing!

still feel. by half•alive: This song feels familiar?? Don't think I've ever listened to it, tho?? Love the beat, great vibe and just really danceable.

the fruits by Paris Paloma: RELIGIOUS IMAGERY!!!! THE ORIGINAL SIN!!!! THE WASHING FEET REFERENCE!!! THEY EAT HER BODY LIKE THEY EAT JESUS'S!!! AAAAAA THIS ONE IS SO AWESOME!!!

Little Dark Age by MGMT: I already knew this one, I love it. It is so akjdlakfkskd.

Burn Your Village by Kiki Rockwell: IT IS SO GOOD!!?!? Same vibes as some of The Buttress songs. I'm. In. Love.

Abbey by Mitski: Best song of the century.

Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men: QKSJJQEJQJDKQKKE THE LYRICS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Home by Dotan: I love the drums. THE BUILD UP!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA It sounds so good. The chorus is so jandladjkaakska.

Dante's Inferno by Whirlybird: Is this my favorite because it uses my name? Maybe... Is it still a good song? Absolutely. Also “the boy who's married to the fire” kakdjajdjakd.

Sunlight by Hozier: “I had been lost to you, sunlight/And flew like a moth to you, sunlight/Oh, your love is sunlight” “A soul that's born in cold and rain/Knows sunlight” AAAAAAAAAAAAA LOVE IS SUNLIGHT!!! LOVE IS SUNLIGHT!! I swear I'm normal about this, not weird at all, a normal human being normal :)

Fourth of July by Valleyheart: A cover of one of my favorite Sufjan Stevens songs!!! It sounds amazing, definitely not as sad as the original (I don't think anything can be as sad as that song) but it's still really REALLY painful. Love the drums.

Apricots by Findlay: Her voice and the instrumental are so lakdkajskaksma. It has a spooky vibe in it, kinda like something that a character in The Nightmare Before Christmas would sing.

Gasoline by Halsey: *2017 flashbacks* Such a cool fucking song. God, I haven't heard this in so long.

Indian Moon by State Radio and Chadwick Stokes: He has such a pretty voice, it's so calm and the lyrics so sweet.

Millie, Warm the Kittle - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I love the artist name, so silly :) Oh, the song is so- wow, the instrumental is great, dude. The layers here are sooooo.

Something About You by Eyedress and Dent May: she looks just like a dreamm, the prettiest girl I've ever seeeeen, from the cover of a magazineeeee. A cute song.

Violet by Wild Party: It sounds like a series intro (that's a good thing). The lyrics are so nice, flowers :)

Fall by half•alive: I feel like I'm sounding repetitive at this point but I love the lyrics!!! The instrumental is great!!!!! I just love all to songs in this playlist <3333

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Tears for Fears: 80s song!!! I love this one. Y'know when you're nostalgic about stuff you never experienced? That's me with the 80s and 90s, this song externalizes that feeling for me.

Foxcry - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I'm loving the way this woman produces her song, they are so aksknadnjandna. THE LYRICS!!!!!!! My GOD.

Devil Town by Cavetown: My sister LOVES this song, it's so awesome. The lyrics <3

Saint Bernard by Lincoln: This gives midwest emo but there's no instrumentals and it isn't loud so it feels so odd. Ok, this one hits close to home. Well, at least I didn't went to a catholic school. Saint Bernard as both the dog and the saint it's quite funny.

Ticking by TIN: This remained me of the animation memes, lmao. WAIT- THERE'S WHERE I REMEMBER THE STILL FEEL SONG FROM- ANIMATION MEMES.

Dear Arkansas Daugther by Lady Lamb: The lyrics are my favorite ever <3

Hungry by Dotan: Got distracted, didn't pay attention to the lyrics but it was so calm and nice :)

Cryptid (Mothman) by Ratwyfe: Hehe, rat name :) I kinda relate, I don't hate my body I just don't wanna be human. Idk why, maybe is my alter-human fascination maybe it's my reality disconnection, who knows.

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives: I love the lyrics! They remind me of Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart by Mitski but I think it's because everything is a Mitski reference to me.

Washing Machine Heart by Mitski: Speaking of Mitski. I love this one, it has such cool metaphors and the music video is so AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Love her :)

CANDLEBURN - Dorm Demo by Rabbitology: I already know I'm about to listen to the craziest song ever. I'm serious, this woman's production is INSANE. Yep, I was right. “They'll put an apple in your hand, but don't you dare bite it/A match and wick but don't you dare light it” OQJIQJDKWNFKN

Second Child, Restless Child by The Oh Hellos: THE PARABLE OF THE PRODIGAL SON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Don't you just love it when religious bands make songs about religion? So crazy.

Cocaine Jesus by Rainbow Kitten Surprise: I love their voices and how they match so well with each other. This song weirdly reminds me of The Front Bottoms. The religion-love-faith thing happening here is soooooo, he stopped believing in God=he stopped believing in their love and stopped having faith in things getting better between each other.

Inkpot Gods by The Amazing Devil: This one is so personal to me. It's a beautiful song but I'm kinda sad now.

Willow Tree March by The Paper Kites: Such a pretty and calm song.

yeti by Paris Paloma and Old Sea Brigade: I left this one to the end because it's the last one you added :) Ok, so this is a sad song. The lyrics are so beautiful but AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[different-worlds-series]

Chapter Eight: Listen To My Voice

'And I knew it. That's the worst part: I knew it'

-Unknown

Emma woke to her head on fire. Her alarm echoed in her ears like police sirens. She quickly moved her hand around to find her phone. She lifted her head from her pillow, her eyes searching for the voice of Zoe Wees alerting her with every lyric. Finally, she turned off her alarm as her curls suffocated her face.

She lay in bed for a few minutes, debating whether to get up for school or wait until Sienna dragged her out of bed. Her head was pounding like two sledgehammers fighting with her skull. She could hear a tap running, shavers buzzing and a kettle boiling. She tried to focus on the loudest one, hoping to ignore the other sounds.

It wasn't working.

She tried to think of something else for a moment, allowing her body to hone in on a sound to focus on naturally.

Thump...Thump...Thump

Emma tried to listen to it further, focusing on whoever's heartbeat she found

Thump...Thump...Thump

Slowly the sound of the running tap became backroom noise as she took a deep breath in.

"I can't do it. I'm sorry"

Emma gasped at Jordan's voice, hearing her heart racing. She could feel the heat burn on her cheeks. 'What the fuck Emma!? Why would you do that...Gods! Your a total creep' She scolded herself before pushing away her blanket.

She swung her legs to the edge of her bed, her covered feet hovering over the cold wooden floors. She took a moment to clear her head and just started the day fresh. Getting up, Emma grabbed a pair of sweatpants and searched her drawers for a hoodie to wear. She huffed as most of her warm ones were still in the washing machine. Yet her brain reminded her of the black one that was hanging on the back of her door.

It was the one that Jordan gave her the night she came to Smallville. She hadn't worn it much but something told her to put it on. She felt the fabric against her pale skin, her body slowly but surely warming up as the leaves turned brown outside her window. She hated the cold sometimes, still bewildered at how cold she was in Kansas compared to everyone else.

She grabbed her phone out of the charger, her eyes finding the folded piece of paper in her phone case. She sighed before walking out of her room.

She smiled at Sienna as her aunt closed a brown lunch bag for her. "How's the super-hearing?" She asked, fixing her shoe at the same time. "Okay, just a raging headache" Emma shrugged, having no energy at this hour of the morning. Sienna nodded, before taking out another test tube bottle.

Emma groaned at the sight. "Why can't I give this to Jordan? He's really struggling and I'm completely fine" She asked Sienna, still frustrated with this situation. "You are an Alor, which means on Krypton you would have had enhanced hearing anyways. If I gave this to Jordan it may make things worse" Sienna explained to Emma simply. Emma only huffed and rolled her eyes muttering under her breath.

She felt awful that she had a scapegoat for her superhearing and Jordan was suffering. She hated the feeling in her gut that stabbed her with guilt and sympathy. Sienna brought the girl close, knowing that physical touch, especially hugs, helped her calm down.

Yet, Emma's body froze almost instantly, not used to hugging the woman who was her biological aunt. She usually loves hugs from anyone really but it was different with Sienna. Maybe it was Emma's irrational fear of her own mother or the feeling of betrayal. But Emma still hadn't felt comfortable in touch with Sienna yet.

"He's gonna be fine Emma, this isn't your fault" Sienna told her. Emma however silently disagreed. It was her fault, kinda. She decided to be stupid and not tell anyone about how Jordan was supposed to break Jon's wrist and then ended up getting the worse injury from trying to stop him. The only good thing that came from it was that Emma had dislocated Cutter's jaw which made her happy.

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As Sienna pulled up to the school, Clark and Jon had also done the same. Emma was quick to leave the car and march over to the red truck. Jon tried to catch the girl for a conversation, quickly thrown off guard by her lack of plaster Paris-wrapped arm. Emma jumped into the free seat next to a stunned Clark and slammed the door.

"Jordan okay?" Emma asked him.

Clark nodded passively at her presence, hoping the blue-haired girl didn't explode in his truck. "He's okay...just a little rattled" Clark answered carefully under Emma's death glare. He swore she could rival Lois if she tried. "I'm fifteen, not five Clark... holding back the truth is a major factor in my trust issues" Emma huffed at him angrily.

"Good morning to you too Emma" Clark dropped his shoulders.

Emma glared at him. "I've survived being semi-raised by a drug addict who turned out to be an advanced Kryptonian from a family I didn't even know existed until a couple of weeks ago...Sorry I'm not in the mood for an idle chat" Emma rolled her eyes at him.

"He's fine... Jordan just needs to adjust and learn to focus on his hearing. It takes time" Clark told her before taking a double take at her. "How are you holding up so well?" He asked her. "Some serum thing that Sienna's been giving me. Alors are supposed to have the advanced hearing. Keeps the edge off and before you ask, she said that Jordan couldn't have it because it was only made for Alors and could make things worse for him" Emma deadpanned before going to leave the truck.

She hesitated for a moment before turning back to Clark. "J– Just tell Jordan I'm sorry" She bit her lip before leaving the truck.

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Jon ran up to Emma, a small smile on his face. "Hey, where have you been all day fangirl?" He asked stopping at her locker. Emma gave him a half-assed smile, "Oh you know brooding in a dark corner trying to ignore baby cries" She shrugged, gently closing her locker. "How's the arm?" She asked steering the conversation onto him as quickly as possible.

"Annoying and totally frustrating to the point I might just chop it off" Jon huffed before Emma began to walk off. "Emma, you okay? You seem sad" Jon noticed, walking up beside her. Emma shrugged, not really sure how to answer him. She was pissed that she was getting off easy while Jordan was at the farm in pain. "It's not fair" She sighed angrily, clutching her binder tightly. "What's not fair?" Jon asked, seeing her knuckles turn white. "I'm here, not in pain and controlling it while Jordan's in pain. Why should I get the easy way out with this stupid serum? I'm not a good person, I deserve the pain, all of the pain that comes with this not Jordan" Emma spat out, her gut turning at the thoughts of Jordan in pain.

Jon wrapped an arm around her, pulling her into a side hug. "Hey, Jordan's gonna get through this, okay? Look, it's not your fault that we're not... normal and it's definitely not your fault that you got an easy way out. You need to stop blaming yourself Emma, it won't do you anything" Jon tried to reassure his only friend, only gaining a mumble in response. He sounded like her Jonathan, her Jon Jon. It scared her if she got too close to him. Mal would do anything to get rid of it, and unlike most villains, her mother would go with the harshest way possible.

Emma moved away from him, not saying a word. "I really need to see Sienna, gotta take my 'meds' see ya around Jonathan" Emma said with a tight smile as they approached Sienna's office. Jon was confused by her sudden excuse. Did he say the wrong thing? "Emma, you okay you–" Before Jon could finish the school bell rang loudly.

Instantly Emma had clutched her hands over her ears, feeling her head hurt like a sledgehammer to a brick wall. "Emma! Shit!" Jon panicked, grabbing her by her shoulders and guiding her into Sienna's office.

He placed Emma near a wall as she slid down in pain. Sienna was fast to intervene, grabbing the serum and running to her niece. She helped Emma take it, the effects coming slowly with the bell no longer ringing in their ears. Jon placed a hand on her shoulder, hoping it might soothe her. Emma slapped his hand away. "Stop! Your not him. You'll never replace my Jonathan" She spat, tears spilling from her eyes. Both Sienna and Jon were taken aback.

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Sienna placed a steaming cup of tea on her desk. Emma sat with her knees to her chest, still recovering from her hearing. She felt so bad for what she had said to Jon. It just came out. One minute she was in agony the next she was telling her only friend that he can't replace her best friend from a world her mother destroyed supposedly. "It's normal to lash out Emma, you came here without any choice. You're still adjusting and it's okay" Sienna tried to reassure her young niece. Emma only broke down more.

"I'm a horrible person" Emma sobbed into her knees. "He's my best friend, the only one who kinda gets what I'm going through. I just compared him to Jon Jon, my dead cousin" Emma shook her head in guilt. "We don't know if your world is gone" Sienna reminded her only to earn a red-eyed glare from Emma. "Just talk to him and apologise, if he truly is your best friend then he'll understand" Sienna advised her as the bell rang again for her lunch period. Thankfully it didn't affect Emma as much as the last three.

Emma ran to the football field, knowing Jon would be on the bench looking over the plays. She spotted him on the bleachers, his cast sticking out like a sore thumb. "Jon?" She asked, tapping his shoulder carefully. The blonde boy turned his head to face her. "Can we talk?" Emma asked him. He nodded before running over to Coach Gaines. After a few words were exchanged, Jon jogged back over to her. "Wanna get a bite?" He asked her. A small smile on her face formed as she nodded.

The pair walked in an awkward silence back into the school. Emma was tearing the skin near her fingernails, the blood staining them. Jon tapped his uninjured hand against his cast before clearing his throat. "I thought that serum shit was supposed to stop the hearing from hurting?" He asked, trying to start the conversation.

Emma shrugged, "No, it's supposed to help my brain adjust. Like a computer programme. Once you have the software, everything else is simple. The serum is the programme, its software is changing my brain's hearing process so that when it's all gone, it will be easier to focus on one sound than all of them at once" Emma explained to him with the same answer Sienna gave her. He nodded, the metaphor making sense somehow.

"I'm sorry" Emma added, stopping her walk and turning to face Jon. "I... You remind me so much of Jon Jon and I miss him so much. And when I found out about Mal being here... I don't want anyone to die because of me. Not Jordan, you, Lois hell even Clark and Sienna" Emma's words flew out, the fear clear in her tone and eyes. Jon only let a small smile out. "Emma, it's okay. I figured that finding out the... secret was gonna be hard for you. Especially when all this was fake for you back home" Jon swung his arm around her shoulder, causing her to walk with him.

Emma quickly wrapped her arms around his middle, hugging him tightly. "I forgive... you really love hugs, huh?" Jon let out a laugh. Emma pulled back, "I didn't get many as a kid. I promised myself I'd never let Antony or Sophie ever feel like I did. So I always gave them a hug and a kiss on the cheek every day as many times as I could get away with" Emma explained to him. "Isn't your brother like thirteen?" Jon asked her. "Yep, so I threatened to limit his screen time with his Xbox" Emma smirked as they entered the cafeteria.

"You're my best friend Jon, seriously I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you" Emma told him, being serious in her words. Jon faked a gasp, "Me? Your best friend? I feel like I won an award" He mockingly placed a hand over his heart. "Watch it Kent, I'll break the other arm if you're not careful" Emma shoved him gently, the pair erupting into a fit of laughs.

With a bag of chocolate bites in her hand, Emma and Jon left the overcrowded room to the less overcrowded halls. "As your best friend I have a question" Jon announced. "Shoot" Emma managed to reply with her mouth filled with chocolate. "What the fuck is going on with you Jordan?" Emma began choking at his question. "What!?" She choked out, her throat now a bit sore from her chocolate choke. "Cause Ross and Rachel's relationship makes more sense than whatever is going on between you two" He exaggerated with his hands and cast flying everywhere. "We kissed" Emma mumbled.

"What! When! Why wasn't I told this!" Jon exclaimed before Emma hit his side. "Keep it down, I don't think my mother heard you" Emma hissed at him. "Sorry" He whispered, ducking his head down. "So why aren't you two...together?" Jon asked her as he failed to wiggle his eyebrows. "What part of my mother kills anyone I get close to didn't register in your brain?" Emma asked him back. "Right, psycho-mom. Why can't you just take the risk? I know there's usually murder but, isn't dating the person you actually want to be with, be worth it" Jon shrugged.

Emma stayed quiet which frightened Jon to a certain extent. "Emma? You good?" He asked, placing his hand on her shoulder. She didn't react, the sounds of panting overtaking her ears for a moment. Jon watched as she opened her phone, speeding away from his side. She opened her contacts finding Jordan very quickly.

With the phone to her ear, the dial tones lasted longer than she hoped. With eh pickup sound she immediately heard the panting more vividly than before. "Listen to me... just breathe and listen to my voice. You're okay Jord, just listen to the sound of my voice and ignore everything else. Listen to the way I pronounce my t's. Tree. Three. Trees. Thirteen." Emma instructed him gently, her heart pounding.

Back at the Kent farm, a hole was made in Jordan's wall. His fist was covered in dust as he held his phone to his ear. Emma's gentle voice echoed softly in his ears as a steady enough heartbeat overlaid. It was Emma's heartbeat.

"Jord. Please talk to me" Emma whispered, making Jordan realise how long he had been listening to her. "I'm here. I'm okay" He answered, listening to Emma's sigh of relief. He felt his knuckles tighten with the thoughts of what he heard previous to her call. "I'll be over for my free class, okay" Emma sounded a bit on edge at the end, like she wanted to say more than that.

Emma wanted to say 'love you' as she did with everyone she truly cared about. Yet the lingering thoughts of what it might cause stopped her. "K, see you soon" Jordan answered back before hanging up the call.

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The only thing about high school that Emma liked was her free class. She was allowed to leave the school early at the end of the day because she had a free period as the others called it. She strolled down the empty road to the Kent farm with music in her ears.

She walked into the house, closing her door gently in case she agitated Jordan's hearing. She quickly scanned the living room, kitchen and dining room for him before heading upstairs. His bedroom door was open slightly. Emma tapped the wood softly before placing a foot in the room. She eventually saw Jordan sitting with his head in his hands, eyes shut tightly. She noticed the hole in his wall which made her gulp.

"Jords? You good?" Emma whispered, taking a step towards him. Jordan looked up at her, his eyes were red from tears. He nodded slowly as he took his hands away from his head. Emma was quick to lunge towards him, hugging at tight as possible. "This is all my fault Jord. I'm so sorry" Emma cracked, her voice almost a whisper.

"What? Emma, what are talking about?" Jordan asked, holding her gently in front of him. "I knew that Cutter was gonna piss you off. That you would break Jon's arm. I.. Thought if I stopped it then only I would get hurt" Emma had to stop herself, tears began streaming down her eyes. "I'm so sorry Jordan... I'm sorry" Emma sobbed harder, backing away from Jordan subconsciously.

It was silent apart from Emma's violent sobs. Jordan placed his hand on her cheek, using his free one to wipe her tears. "I knew Em" Jordan told her, making Emma look at him like he had three heads. "Wha– How?" Emma stuttered out, confused as to how he knew. "You stutter when you lie or hold something back. When Dad asked f if there was anything else to look out for you stuttered" Jordan explained to her. Emma looked at him with wide eyes. She didn't even know that about herself. "You noticed that? I didn't even know I did that" Emma gasped.

Jordan could only shrug at her. "I forgive you. I know you were only trying to help in your own way" Jordan hoped to calm her. "You knew... and you're not mad at me, at all" Emma broke down the information, still finding it hard to grasp. "Why would I be mad?" Jordan asked her. He was confused, everyone made mistakes. He broke Jon's arm, sure his twin was pissed but in the end, they were still brothers and they loved each other. He remembers when Jon would leave him alone at lunch, the bullies would attack him until he resorted to eating in the bathroom alone. And yet, his brother would always stick up for him.

"You aren't angry at me for hiding this? Anyone else would be furious with me! Why can't you be angry at me Jordan!" Emma snapped, jumping from the bed away from Jordan. "I don't know! I just can't be mad at you" Jordan told her, confused as to why Emma wanted him to be angry with her.

Emma clenched her fists, her head pounding as she heard multiple noises at once. She was losing control of her hearing. The feeling of blood dripping down the sides of her head was noticeable to Jordan. "Em, you're bleeding" Jordan gasped, coming closer to her. Emma gritted her teeth. "Why can't you be angry with me!" She forced out.

"Because I'm falling in love with you!"

There was silence. Emma looked up at Jordan with her eyes glowing blue. She took a step back. She didn't hear multiple noises, only the steady beats of two hearts. Jordan's and her own. "What" She whispered cautiously, looking at him like a deer in headlights. "I can't be angry with you because I'm falling in love with you Emma. You can't be angry at someone you love" Jordan repeated, his own grey eyes looking at her with adoration and care. Emma gulped slightly, walking backwards to the door. "Don't do that to yourself" Emma told him before taking the opportunity to run down the stairs and out of the Kent farm.

Leaving Jordan to scold himself for admitting his feelings for a girl who wanted him safe.

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Sienna Clarks walked past a rusted gate door, feeling nostalgic about the path she took. Many trees towered over her as she took in the scenery of nature. She loved Earth's natural plant life compared to the artificial feel of Krypton.

She followed the youngest plant life, trees that were less than half the size of the others. This was where she and Mal landed forty years ago. Just near a small river that flowed to the reservoir. She could still remember feeling the sun on her skin for the first time.

"This is probably the only thing I like on this dreadful planet"

Sienna turned around to see her little sister standing on the bridge. She walked up to her, hands in her pockets. "You're trespassing Mal" Sienna warned her lazily. Mal rolled her eyes at the darker-haired sister. "They wouldn't remember it anyways" She scoffed at her. "Your powers don't work on me little one" Sienna mused before taking out the dark purple dagger from her pocket. A green glow emitted from the inside, making Mal smirk.

"You kept it" She stated plainly, looking out onto the river. "It shouldn't have affected her. Green Kryptonite is useless to our bloodline" Sienna told he sister, concerned about what she did to her own daughter. "Do you know what happens when a Black Mercy dies? It shrivel up like a dying plant" Mal began walking around her sister. "Yet no one ever tries to recreate the power they hold. You see Shara, the petals of a Black Mercy still work even when it's died" Mal chuckled seeing her sister piece together a conclusion in her mind.

"You soaked Kryptonite in the poison of a Black Mercy? There's one on this planet?" Sienna questions like she didn't know the answer. Mal shrugged at her sister. "Black Mercy's aren't wild creatures, they need targets. To know of a target, they need blood" Mall continued her explanation of the species. Sienna's eyes widened in fear.

"Mal! What have you done!" She demanded, her eyes glowing red. Mal simply laughed off her sister's protectiveness. "I think you know sister, only you won't be there to save young Elrisia" Mal's eyes glowed dark green as the ground began to shake underneath them.

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The sun had set when Emma ran back to Sienna's, her breaths laboured as she opened the front door. Her face was red, hot tears streaming down her face. She couldn't think straight, the only thought in her mind is what her mother would do to Jordan. She didn't notice her new home being practically lifeless as she walked into the kitchen.

She felt her stomach drop, the atmosphere in the house freaking her out. She passed a mirror, almost missing what she saw. Her eyes were glowing blue, and a dot under the

corner of each eye began to do the same. She felt burning on the back of her hands. On her right, the house of El crest glowed brightly in blue. Her surrounding veins also glowed around the crest. Yet on her left, a different crest illuminated.

But before she could try to figure out what crest it was, her surroundings changed completely. In a blink, she was in a warehouse-looking area with the sound of banging echoing in her ears. She turned to see a man next to an RV.

John Henry Irons.

Snapping out of the weird vision Emma scrambled for her phone. She needed to call Lois and Clark. "Fuck!" Emma screamed, realising she left her phone in her bag, which she left in Jordan's room. Emma heard a car pull up and ran to the door, believing it was Sienna. By the time she scrambled her way to the main hall, the door was closed.

Emma felt her entire body freeze. Her eyes darkened as a dim red glow emerged. "Put the lasers away, daughter. There is much we need to discuss" Mal tutted, walking towards Emma. Mal raised her hand to Emma's cheek. She gently caressed it, making Emma want to vomit her heart and soul up. Then with a swing, Mal lifted her hand and smacked Emma's cheek. She fell to the floor from the force, coughing violently.

"That...was for every single mistake you have made since you got here" Mal smiled before walking over Emma's shaking body. Emma knew that even if she tried, there was no way that she was gonna make it to the front door. "Come on! Elrisia we don't have all day" Mal called back like it was nothing. Emma picked herself up from the floor and carefully walked into the kitchen.

She watched as her mother sat by the countertop, leg over her knee with her arms crossed. "What do you want?" Emma asked her, trying to keep herself calm. "If you think I'm going to reveal my ultimate plan then you might as well tell the world Clark's secret" Mal smirked at her daughter. Emma glared at her, the anger bubbling up inside of her. "What have you done with Sienna?" Emma asked, noticing a pen and paper near her. "She's...a little busy at the moment" Mal shrugged, knowing exactly what she was doing.

Emma clenched her fist, taking a deep breath. "What do you want mother? You obviously didn't come here to play meaningless mind games" Emma asked her once more. Mal scoffed at her daughter. "Mind games are never meaningless Elrisia" She waved off. "My name is Emma" Emma gritted her teeth, feeling the sting of her cheek more intensely. "Emma, Elrisia, same thing. Anyways I've come to let you know a small fact" Mal mused, getting up from the stool she sat on.

She walked closer to her daughter, her eyes glowing green. She placed her hands on either shoulder and held onto Emma as tightly as humanly possible. She didn't like the sound of bones breaking simultaneously.

"You will lose. You will never see your little 'family' again. No one can stop what's coming. And something you and I both know..." Mal spat dangerously before leaning closer to Emma's ear. "You will never have Jordan Kent".

Mal pushed Emma back as a screeching sound echoed in the house. "I don't need to tell you the purpose of a Black Mercy" Mal smirked before speeding out of the small home to leave Emma to fend for herself.

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Clark and Lois waited patiently for the twins' next question about the multiverse. They had learned the basics from Emma when she first arrived but she didn't explain the whole concept of Crisis or timelines thankfully. As Jordan and Jon tried to think up a new question, the sound of a large crash shook the house.

Clark was the first to reach the source, with Lois and the boys following in from behind. On the floor of his home, Sienna failed to hold herself up. Her clothes were dishevelled and her hair a mess. A simple knife was lodged in her side, the veins surrounding it glowing a yellow colour against the dark red blood.

"Sienna!" Clark gasped, quick to help the older Kryptonian up. "You... need to find her" Sienna gasped as Clark took out the knife. "Find who?" Lois asked her. "My sister... she's after Emma" Sienna managed before passing out, falling limp in Clark's arms.

Clark used his powers to place Sienna on the couch before flying off to her house. He broke the door coming in, finding the house in ruins. Smashed vases on the floor, broken picture frames and shards of glass were his path. He walked into the lichen, the smell of blood hitting his senses. He noticed Emma's bright red Flash-inspired converse on the floor. He ran over to see Emma, back landed on the hardwood floor a notepad and pen near her unconscious body. A weird plant-like creature sat upon her chest, pink tentacles wrapping around her chest.

Mal was long gone. He was too late.

[stoptellinglieslois]

Principal of pleasure part 6

Clark & Dick are at the cabin and spending the weekend enjoying the morning after. 

Superman x Nightwing pairing

Dick

The smell of bacon and eggs slowly woke me up I didn’t move myself to much my ass hurt so much we did it all night long like we we’re in heat.

I turned slowly to see Clark watching me from the small stove frying breakfast he had a sexy smile on his face.

I have never seen him sport that kind of smile before in my life and it was directed towards me.

Sunlight illuminated him like a god of the sky he didn’t have any clothes on it is Saturday morning and the sun decided to show itself after all this crazy snow fall. I moved slowly and went for my bag on the floor not trying to do sudden movements because I’m so sore.

I went through it and found my cell I turned it back on and the messages and calls swarmed my inbox.

One message from Jason telling me how I was doing and that he will see me sometime this week.

The other messages are from Damian and they are all voice mail what did he want ? I put the phone to my ear.

I clicked on the first message. “Grayson where are you I called you seven times why are you not picking up the phone.” I was kinda put off guard he sounded so worried and anxious. 

I click on the next message. “Hey Grayson call me when you get this message.” And it ended like that and he sent me ten others like this.

I turned and Clark was still looking at me this time a curious expression on his face. “Morning I’m just gonna wash up.” I said to him he smiled and turned back to the stove.

I already had nothing on so I hopped in the tube I turned the water on and it was ice cold I yelled at the first spray of icy cold water to touch my skin. I heard a warm jovial laugh as the cream colour shower curtain shielded me from the source of the laughter. 

The water adjusted itself to a warmer temperature and I relaxed under its spray.

I thought about Damian’s voice mail I wanted to text him and tell him where I was but that would be dumb and I wasn’t gonna do that this was Bruce son. He had the same mind like Bruce the same instinct.

I remember Damian was watching us when were at Clark’s house last January, I could see his expression very intense and in thought watching us.

When he looked at me he reminded of Bruce when he saw something and wouldn’t put it down or let go for the life him. It was that made my stomach turn in knots.

Forget seeing too much for his young age Damian knows too much at his age to question me about this.

But I couldn’t possibly believe all that and assume he knows that’s crazy.

I washed up quickly and took a burgundy towel from my bag and dried myself off. Clark was still cooking putting bread in the toaster so that’s when I decided to text Damian.

{What’s up what do you want you left me a lot of message’s bro.} and as soon as I sent it my phone buzzed in my hand.  

{Where are you ?}

I answer him back he was acting suspicious and the knots came back in full swing.

{I’m at home)

(No your not I'm at your house)

What he’s crazy. 

{I don’t believe you take a picture.}

And he sent me a picture of the inside of my apartment and the knots tightened inside of me.  

{Just tell me how you're with please.}

I breathed hard and I turned away from Clark how’s back was turned, Busying himself with the food the sound of frying and the small coffee machine made the background noise more intensifying as I stood there in shock.

{Can I talked to you later.}

{No.}

{Damian why are on me like this just let me be ok I will call you later.} 

{What game are you playing Grayson.}

{I’m not playing any game I don’t play games ever.}

{Then what about Miss Gordon what about her then what will you tell.}

I needed to turn off the phone that will stop all the questions with Damian I couldn’t do this right now.

I sat on the bed and my cell fell on the floor cracked on impact by accident slipping out of my grasp.

A shift on the bed as it tipped to one side all I saw in front of me was a plate of bacon and eggs toast and coffee hovering in front of me I lost my appetite as soon as I saw the food I was to in shock of what Damian had just learned.

the end of part 6 next is part 7 

Thank you for reading

[sweatertheman]

i think "outdated" tech is fascinating.

obviously, the newer stuff does the job far better, but there's just something about the stuff no one uses anymore, stuff i was born too late to see in its prime. its not that its some antiquated tool, it all still works! it does the job!

floppy discs store data, and its amazing. they're slow to load and they're fragile, sure, but they work! big tube tvs too! they make your ears ring bleach your wall and maybe give you radiation poisoning over a long time(?) but the picture comes in, and it comes in analogue, less clear but still perfectly valid! vinyl is really cool! cassette tapes sound kinda bad and i cant figure out how to record onto them, but they work!

and its also interesting to see the styles of the time. tube tvs dont have many inputs, because chances are you werent buying a tv set to plug in 50 different devices, you just wanted to watch tv. there's a coaxel on the back and a set of AV ports, typically on the front from what i've seen, and thats it. nowadays tvs have fifty billion ports! and they're all on the back because tvs are flat, and mostly screen. and since people tend to like having their tvs hung on the wall, it makes things harder.

floppy discs have dedicated cases for people to carry and sort them in, so they dont get lost or damaged! ive never shown anywhere near that level of care for a USB flashdrive, i bet those things could survive a washing machine and dryer.

remember when photos were physical objects? i want that! i wish that was my life because it means photos are special! all these things mean something, represent something, something that the tech of today never will, not to me anyway.

a floppy disc represents data and storage, because for the longest time, a floppy disc was how you saved data. whatever you wrote on the computer stored in a little disc, a physical object, something you could take with you and share. data today is just saved on built in SSDs and wirelessly between other devices.

a CRT represents TV because it's a recognizable and functional design. and back then, a TV was more than just a monitor, it was a form of public media like radio! everyone tuned into their favorite shows. today, TVs are near indistinguishable from any other screen-based device, and rarely anyone uses cable or satellite TV. and TV screens themselves are just a screen to display whatever external device you want.

a camera, often a polaroid camera, represents more than just a photo, it can represent memory. if you took a photo, it got printed out as a physical object, and you would take care of that photo if you wanted to remember what you took a picture of. photos today are just data like everything else. no one remembers or cherishes them because they hold no weight, no uniqueness, no importance.

i wish i wasnt born into a generation with such high-tech