#my boss the other day was making noises about how we will eventually be using ai as a ‘timesaver’ and it’s a good thing I was wfh

[chosok-amo]

THE IT GUYS.ᐟ

one day your boss asks you to keep an eye on an IT guy who is fixing his computer— who knows two young men— 10 years younger than you can fix a lot of things than just a computer

content warning : satosugu! smut, age gap, threesome

you picked up the phone as it rang for the second time. you knew by the sound of the ring that it was an internal call and weren’t surprised to hear your boss’s voice on the other end of the line.

“Can you come through y/n please,” he said.

“Sure, Mr. Kento,” you answered. “I’ll be right there.”

you got up from your desk and walked over to the adjoining door that took you into your boss’s office. you always wondered why he didn’t just come across and stick his head around the door when he needed you, but it didn’t seem to be his style and he always phoned you. you entered the office and walked across to sit on the opposite side of the desk from your boss, Nanami Kento. He seemed to be busy trying to finish writing something and you waited patiently until he looked up.

“I’m off out now and will be gone for the rest of the day,” Mr. Kento started.

“OK,” answered you.

“I’ve arranged for the IT guys to come in and get on with fitting out my office while I’m gone,” he continued.

“OK,” you repeated.

“Can you just keep an eye on what they are doing,” he asked. “Just make sure they keep the PC in the same position on my desk and leave the place like they found it.”

“Sure thing Mr. Kento,” you replied. “Is there anything else I need to be aware of?”

“No,” Mr. Kento answered. “If there are any problems just give me a call. my phone will be switched on between meetings so you should be able to catch me if you need anything.”

“No problem,” you said and getting up from the desk made your way back to your office. you left the door open and eventually heard Mr. Kento leave. around one hour later you were sitting concentrating on your work, when you heard a noise from Mr. Kento’s office. you got up and walked through to find two young men pulling cable wire and computer equipment into the office.

“You must be the IT guys,” said you.

One of the men smiled cheekily. “I can see there’s no fooling you,” he said. his little comment flushed you a little. The man had a handsome face and you could see the way his unsettling bright blue eyes suddenly roamed up and down your body. “OK,” you continued. “My boss told me to keep an eye on you.”

“That sounds like fun,” the man continued. “Is there any way you want us while you watch? We always try our best to keep women satisfied,” he smiled while looking back at you. you flushed a little more. the two young men looked around 10 years younger than you, probably in their early twenties. “No,” you finally answered and watched as the two men got to work. “Try to keep the place tidy,” said you.

“Yes boss,” the man said and turned to get on with his work. “Oh, by the way, I’m Satoru and this is Suguru if you’re interested.” you grinned. “What makes you think I’m interested,” you said as you walked back into your office. with the door open you caught sight of the men moving around your boss’s office every now and again. you had felt a little flash of excitement when the man had been speaking, partly at the cheeky innuendo about keeping women satisfied and partly at his handsome good looks.

every so often you would go through to see how they were getting on and Satoru always threw a few cheeky comments in your direction. Suguru seemed quieter, but you had caught his gaze lingering on you when he thought you weren’t looking. you began to get a little excited by the attention the two men were showing you and they noticed that as the day wore on you were coming through to see them more and more frequently.

finally, as the men had almost completed the work, they called you through. “Did your boss say where he wanted the PC on his desk?” Suguru asked you. you looked around. The cabling was all hidden from view and the place looked tidy. “You boys do a good job,” you said. “Like we say,” Satoru replied with a huge smile on his face. “We always work hard to keep women satisfied.” you smiled, but ignored the cheeky comment. “So the computer,” you said.

“Yeah, we just need to know where your boss wants it on the desk so we can finish the cabling,” said Suguru.

“Keep it in the same place,” replied you.

The two men got to work. Suguru at the side of the desk and Satoru got on his knees and moved underneath. They worked for a few minutes and then Satoru shouted to you. “Could you just sit at the desk and see that you can reach the PC OK.”

you walked around and sat on the chair. you reached out to the new PC. “It feels fine to me,” you said.

“OK,” said Satoru. “There are a few final adjustments, could you just wait a second.” Under the desk he looked towards your legs. your knees were parted slightly and he moved his head to try and see up the skirt to your panties. “Umm…, your legs are in the way, could you just move them.”

“What way?” asked you, not realizing what was going on at first. “Like this,” laughed Satoru. He put his hand on your knees and pushed your legs a little further apart. “Hey,” laughed at you, but felt a sudden shot of excitement as you realized that Satoru would be looking up at your skirt. “Is this necessary for the PC?” you asked.

“No,’ said Satoru, “But the view is really gorgeous from where I am.” you felt Satoru’s hand slide a little further up your leg and your excitement grew. you looked at Suguru. “Go lock the door,” you said and he could hear the excitement creeping into your voice. Suguru quickly moved to the door and locked it. you could feel the fingers running ever higher up your leg and moaned as Satoru worked them onto her panties. you slid down the chair a little and parted your thighs some more.

“Oh fuck,” you moaned as the fingers worked around your panties, your pussy starting to tingle in excitement at the touch. Satoru could feel the damp patch growing on the panties as he played. He put his chin on the edge of the chair and told you to slide forward. As you did you gasped at the sudden sensation of the tongue licking onto your panties. your breathing began to get a little ragged as Satoru went to work with his tongue. It was a little cramped under the desk for his huge body, but he was far too excited to worry about it and licked hard onto the panties.

As Suguru had walked back from the door, you had clearly seen the bulge growing in his pants. As he came to stand beside you he quickly pulled the hardening cock out and grabbed it in his hand. you turned your head and saw him stroking the hard shaft and bringing it closer to your face. you realized what a complete slut you were being, but it was too late to pull back. Not that you wanted to, but you find that acting slutty was a massive turn and you could feel your excitement surging as the two men started to really use your body as a dirty little sex toy.

you closed your eyes as you felt the tip of the hard cock being stroked onto your face. you could feel the little trails of pre-cum being left on your skin as Suguru worked his cock around. you finally turned your face fully to the side and let Suguru stroke the cock over your lips. you pushed the tip of your tongue out and could feel the hard shaft sliding over it as the cock stroked across her lips. Suguru pushed his hips forward a little, moaning as you parted your lips to let him slide the head of the hard cock inside. He could feel your teeth gently grazing over the sensitive head and it sent a shiver up his spine. He slid in and out a little, enjoying the sensation, before pushing forward a little harder to push his cock in deeper.

you clamped your lips around the hard shaft and moaned as they slid along the cock. you kept your head still as Suguru began to fuck his cock in and out. He finally pushed in deep moved his hands to the back of your head and tried to pull you harder onto him. you resisted a little as you felt the cock hitting the back of your throat, eventually, Suguru push his cock all the way in so that you were taking his entire length.

Under the desk, Satoru was getting more and more excited as his tongue lapped at the wetness of your panties. He finally wanted more and moving his head back, ran his fingers onto the panties and worked them below the material. you gasped as you felt the panties being forced to the side so that your naked pussy was exposed. Your gasp turned to a moan as you felt Satoru lick his tongue onto your pussy. The tongue pushed hard against you, opening you up so that you could feel it start to burrow inside. your moans got louder as you felt the tongue lapping at the wetness on the smooth inner walls of your pussy.

Satoru finally felt too cramped at being stuck under the desk and made his way out. As he stood up he was greeted by the sight of Suguru circling his hips as you took his full length in your mouth.

“Fuck,” said Satoru, stopping to watch the sight of the older woman taking cock. He suddenly felt his excitement surge and quickly moved around the desk. He made you stand up and watched as you managed to do it without taking your mouth from the hard cock inside it. Satoru moved behind you and quickly slid the skirt up around your waist. He wasted no time in grabbing the panties and pulling them down to expose your naked ass. The sight drove his excitement higher and he pushed himself forward onto it, forcing his cock into the butt crease and sliding it up and down.

Satoru reached out and grabbing an ass cheek in each hand, pulled them apart so that the underside of his cock was rubbing against the tight hole that had been revealed. The excitement of having your asshole stroked by a hard cock seemed to spur the excitement in you. you started to bob your head up and down hard on Suguru’s cock. Satoru worked the tip of his cock around your tight hole and then slid it down onto your pussy lips.

He could feel your pushing back onto him and you seemed desperate to get the cock inside you. Satoru quickly worked the head of his hard shaft to the slick opening and teased it around. He pushed forward and moaned as the tightness of the wet pussy closed around his cock. He circled his hips, stirring the head of his hard shaft inside the pussy, before he began to force himself forward. you moaned as you felt the cock push all the way inside you so that you could feel Satoru’s body grinding against your ass.

you wanted to be completely filled at both ends so you quickly slid your mouth down the hard shaft you were sucking. Suguru moaned as his cock hit the back of your throat and his excitement surged again as he felt your soft lips against balls. you were in ecstasy at the feeling of two cocks filling your holes and holding them inside you for as long as you could. you finally pulled back from the cock in your mouth gasping a little for air.

“Just fuck me hard,” you moaned and the two men didn’t need a second invitation. They grabbed you and pulled you to the center of the room, forcing you down onto your back. Suguru dropped down between your legs this time and used his knees to push them apart. He slid the skirt up and lowered his cock onto your pussy and you moaned as you could feel him stroke the head against your clit. It was a new experience for you and you lifted your ass up to push harder against the cock.

Suguru worked his hard shaft over the little hard nub for a short while before finally sliding it down to your pussy lips. you could feel the head of the cock sliding around in the wetness, getting coated in your juice. It finally moved to the wet hole and slid inside. Suguru teased it around gently before finally ramming it in, making you gasp at how hard the cock fucked all the way into you. “fuck suguru— Ahh, yess!” you moaned as Suguru began to fuck you.

As you lay being fucked, you turned your head to look at Satoru who had been watching the action. He was stroking his shaft and he finally moved forward. you got ready to take a cock in your mouth again, but Satoru had other ideas. He quickly stripped open the buttons of your blouse and pulled it open. He then slid your tits out of the bra cups and started to play with the nipples, stroking his fingers over them to make them hard. He got up and stood over you, straddling your body just above your tits. He then moved down and you watched as the hard cock closed in on your tits.

you could feel your anticipation rising as the cock neared and let out a moan as it stroked down onto your tits. Satoru worked his cock into your cleavage and made you push your tits together. He moaned as he could feel his hard shaft being trapped between the breasts. your tits were big enough to completely wrap around his cock and it almost disappeared from sight. Satoru sat still for a moment, just enjoying the sensation of his cock being squeezed by the soft tit flesh. He slowly began to rock his hips, trying to fuck his cock into the cleavage. He could feel his cock sliding along the smooth skin and it spurred his excitement. He sped up his movements, feeling the pressure building in his balls as he tit fucked you.

The two men started to work their cocks into you hard and fast and you could feel your excitement growing. It surged when you heard Suguru speaking. “Lets do her fucking pussy and ass together,” he said. “Fuck, good idea,” said Satoru. “I want ass.”

Suguru felt the two men pull off you. Suguru lay on his back and held his cock straight up. Satoru stood and pulled you up. He moved you to straddle Suguru and watched as you lowered your hips to the cock and took it back inside your pussy. Suguru reached up and pulled you down onto him as Satoru moved behind you and got to his knees. He grabbed his cock and slid the tip onto your ass, forcing it between the cheeks to find your tight hole.

“Fuck— ahh..” you moaned in excitement as you felt the cock press against you. This was another new experience for you and you waited for the sensation of your ass and pussy being filled with hard cock. Satoru pushed the tip of his cock hard against the hole, feeling it open up a little under the pressure. you started to squeal as the cock forced its way inside your tight hole.

“Fuck, go deeper,” you moaned and Satoru pushed forward harder. you could feel your ass being spread wide open and the sensation of your ass and pussy being fucked by a hard cock drove you wild. “yes, yes— oh, fuck! me.. fuck me harder!” you urged the two men to treat you like a dirty little cock slut and they began to fuck you. It was so exciting for you that you u quickly found herself reaching an orgasm.

Your squeals got louder and you bit your lip to silence yourself, fearing someone might hear. As the two cocks pounded you, you finally felt the orgasm burst deep inside you. “Shit, y/n! your pussy feels so good,” Suguru moans. The pleasure flowed from your pussy and ass to the rest of your body and you were suddenly shaking hard as the excitement took hold. you bit your lip harder to the point where she was almost drawing blood, knowing that if you didn’t the scream would escape your lips.

you worked hard to remain quiet as your pussy and ass gripped hard around the cocks inside you and it sent you ou to a peak of ecstasy. As the excitement finally started to fade you could feel your chest heaving. you urged the men to give you everything they had and they worked their cocks harder into her holes.

The tightness of the ass around his hard shaft caused Satoru to be the first to lose control. He could feel his balls tingling as they got ready to release. “fuck, fuck y/n, your ass hug my dick so good!” He worked to hold it back as long as possible, letting the pressure in his body build until it was almost unbearable. He finally cracked and let out a moan as the cum suddenly started to shoot hard into your ass. you could feel it being released into your tight hole and pushed back onto Satoru, clenching your ass cheeks to squeeze his cock. He kept pushing onto you, the pleasure of releasing his cum inside you making him moan louder.

Suguru gave up the fight to control himself soon after. He looked up into your face and the expression of pure pleasure he saw made him lose control. He fucked his cock up hard so that it drove all the way inside your pussy and held it as it jerked again and again, releasing streams of sticky cum into your pussy. As the two men finally calmed down again, you collapsed forward onto Suguru.

“So,” laughed Satoru. “Did we work hard enough to satisfy you?”

You was still breathing hard. “Oh fuck yeah,” you said. “I’ll tell my boss you did a real good job.”

[deadpool15]

Unexpected Visitor P2.

Before I knew it, two men had just pushed me in the ground, hurting my stomach in the process causing me to scream out the first name that came to mind. “MANNY”.

Abruptly the phone call ended, I had never felt a sense of fear like this before. Not me for me though, my child. Right before Armando went to prison I wanted to tell him about the kid but too much was happening, a part of me wanting him to be involved in our life though the other part of me had to be logical and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go. Armando wasn’t the father but with the way our relationship was going he damm sure had no issue stepping up and showing me he could be.

We were huddled up and moved to another location before that fucking asshole received a call from a partner I’m guessing to move the hostages. Then we were planted in cars and boats apparently traveling to Cuba. “Are they gonna kill us?” I had completely forgotten Callie was here alongside us. I felt worse if anything, I couldn’t even reach out to hug her, I knew she needed comfort right now more than anything.

“No, sweetie we are going to be fine. Mike and Marcus are going to come for us. No one will hurt you ok?” Pushing myself closer to her to offer her a shoulder to lean on. Since, in this situation that’s all I could really do. “Look at you, mama bear giving her false hope. Already entering your mama phase and it hasn’t even started.” Looking at this asshole who had already pissed me off for yanking my locs. “It’s not false hope and last time I checked your boss gave you orders to not walk around speaking to me and my fucking family asshat. So, how about you do everyone a favor and check the perimeter, lord knows u could use the walk.”

He moves closer to push some of my hair back into place before caressing my cheekbones. I hurry and bit the shit outta his finger when he gets closer causing him to scream aloud and slap me. A gray haired man comes over to check the situation, head butting guy before sending him off to check the area leaving me. Christine sits there in tears worried for both me and Callie. Eventually, we hear noise from outside causing someone to yell out commands and we realize we are being moved. “Come on, ladies it’s your big day. Don’t let them outta your fucking sight, especially the feisty one.” Motioning towards me.

After a moment of waiting outside we notice something out of the ordinary and sadly so did our kidnappers causing one to grab my fucking hair again and push me back into this stupid gator park. Gunshots ringing straight through my ears causing pain. And then the man holding me falls, shot dead right in front of me. “O my fucking god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears running down my face cloud my vision causing me to trip a couple of times trying to run away from the constant gunfire. Managing to untie the knot that had broken skin off my wrists, I immediately look for sight of Callie.

Crawling on the floor trying to find my 16-year old god daughter in the middle of an abandoned gator park is not something I thought I would be doing today. Finally, I look over and find Callie trying to run away from two men. Without a second thought, I run over towards here as fast as my body would let me. Grabbing ahold of her, causing her to shout not knowing the identity of who she believed was another attacker. “Callie, Callie stop it it’s me.” Holding onto the girl for dear life I check for any injuries. From the corner of my eye I see movement causing me to turn around while shoving Callie behind my back.

And right before I thought my life had came to an end. He appeared. Armando pushed us both behind him. Looking at me, while holding onto my arm not letting go. “Stay behind me. You gotta trust me.” Hearing those words hurt, made me realize how dangerous the situation was, maybe one of us wouldn’t make it. Fighting off a group of men while getting sliced up relentlessly, made me shriek in fear for the man I love. Grabbing Callie and pushing her towards the door as we try to run away a man pushed us back and Armando fight him off taking a knife to the shoulder. Leaving him on the ground in pain, I’m quick to grab him and try to pull him up. Before, I hear Callie scream.

Looking down all I saw was blood. Rushing down, but it wasn’t from Armando, it was me. My blood was pouring down. My vision started to become blurry and suddenly nothing was coherent. They were speaking but my brain couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment. Armando gathers his strength and looks at me, like a burst of adrenaline he shoots to quick while grabbing me with Callie’s help and moving towards the door. I soon feel us stop and look up and can make out a spec of what looks to be Armando’s face and his mouth is moving. “My baby, no..o the b-baby. Help.” And then everything fades. Trying to grab ahold of my stomach as a last resort to protect my son.

Armando

Sitting here facing off with Callie’s mom, while holding onto my girl. I watch my father and Callie plead for my life. “Go.. before I change my mind. Grabbing a hold of her I move with my father to find a boat. Before starting it up he looks at me, “Take this, head south. Don’t look back, and be good.” Smiling I look at him, thanking the world I got to know him. “That’s not your choice, detective.” Grabbing ahold of her and starting up the boat looking back at him, “take care of them.” With one last smile I nod and drive off. Seeing him for the last time.

2 weeks later…

“Manny, are you ready to watch the stars.” Hearing nothing my random little noises as my respond I smile. Grabbing ahold of my son I make my way to the patio to oversee the stars, “pretty right baby?” Hearing boots hitting the pavement I look up seeing Armando. “Ain’t got a thing on you, though baby.” Smiling while I watch him move closer to grab our son and play with him. Reminded how much I love him and our litter family. “What you thinking about, Girasol?” Pulling him closer for a kiss, staring into his eyes while running my nails through his hair. “Us, baby. Always about us.”

[walkawaytall]

I really wish there was more interest in how to handle ADHD other than just addressing the symptoms that affect the people around us.

Like, the best pharmaceutical treatment we have right now is stimulants, and I agree that being on stimulants 24 hours a day, 365 days a year is probably not good for your body. Hell, I’m on a less-than-ideal dose of my medication from a concentration perspective because the ideal dose had my resting heart rate sitting at a cool 115BPM. I know taking med holidays is important. I know all of this.

But because ADHD isn’t just an attention problem (or may not actually be an attention problem at all at its core), it sucks that the only time period medical professionals seem to be concerned about treating are the “important” times: the length of a school or workday. Forget the fact that ADHD affects executive function, forget the fact that people with ADHD often experience chronic and unending anxiety and/or depression as a result of the ADHD, forget that there are important times that have nothing to do with an 8-hour school or work day, forget the rejection sensitivity dysphoria, the sensory issues that make things like clothing, food, and group situations a nightmare to try to navigate, the household stuff that has to be taken care of outside of the 8-hour school or work day. It feels like none of that matters because it doesn’t affect a group of fifteen or more people.

On top of ADHD, I have been plagued with anxiety-related issues for the majority of my life. I likely have a form of OCD and I have a history with a restrictive eating disorder; both of those conditions are very closely associated with high levels of anxiety. I’ve been on anxiety medications before. I was first given an as-needed medication that took the edge off but also made everything feel a little fuzzy, like there was a pane of glass between me and the rest of the world; I was put on an SSRI that somehow made my OCD-related intrusive thoughts about 50x worse than usual and had me wondering at one point if I should be hospitalized; and I’m currently on buspirone, which is doing what it’s supposed to do without the side effects of the others thankfully. But nothing, and I mean nothing, has reduced my anxiety as much as my ADHD medication.

Two hours after my first stimulant dosage, I just suddenly didn’t feel on-edge any more. I estimate that being on ADHD medication has reduced my anxiety by about 70% (buspirone’s for the other 30%). I started taking it in the summer of 2020 and I remember, in 2021, when I saw my boss in person for the first time since lockdown, he remarked on how much more confident I seemed, how I was more likely to speak up in meetings, etc. And I was like…yeah, man, it’s a wonder what not feeling anxious every second of every day will do for someone.

ADHD affects so much more of my life than just attention and anxiety, too. I have sensory issues with mine, which is pretty common, and they make eating — an already sometimes-complicated task due to the ED history — difficult at times because, while I can eat foods that I don’t particularly like, if something is what I call “the bad texture”, I will gag no matter how hard I work to overcome it (believe me, I’ve tried). And my brain sometimes decides that foods that were previously fine are now “the bad texture” and they may or may not shift back to being okay eventually; I don’t know.

The sensory issues affect me socially. My therapist and I have recently come to the conclusion that I’m probably not actually an introvert, but if I’m around larger groups, that means noise and movement and probably being touched, and too much of that causes my brain to either freak out or shut down. I used to always say, “I love people, but when I’m done, I’m done.” And that was likely because the overstimulation was building and building in the background, and at a certain point, my brain would just be like, “We gotta get outta here.” I was Queen of Irish Goodbyes for a very long time because of this.

And the executive dysfunction affects…well..everything? Not just work, not just school (but also those because if my environment is chaotic, my brain feels chaotic, and it is difficult to maintain a non-chaotic environment if you keep getting stuck on order of operations when picking up a room).

I’m not saying that I want to be on longer-lasting stimulants or that I want to be on the higher dose that I know helps my concentration more, cardiovascular system by damned. What I’m saying is, I wish treatment research had been more holistic rather than just figuring out what would give teachers and managers an easier time despite what the person with ADHD might be dealing with as soon as their meds wear off.

Maybe current research is working on it; I don’t know. I just know that, the older I get, the more frustrated I am with my brain and the more apparent the deficiencies I used to be able to counteract with pre-chronic-illness energy and crushing perfectionism become, and I wish there was an answer to this that actually helped me most of the time rather than forcing me to pick which parts of my day/week is “important” and making sure I’m medicated for those parts.

[brnesblogposts]

Birthday Girl

(repost)

pairing: avengers x reader

a/n I kinda hate this but i needed to write because it’s been months. this only includes the og 6 + wanda & bucky, i could add in others too, just ask! or give me recs because i really don’t know what to write.

reblogs appreciated if you enjoy !

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Eighteen years. That's how long you've been on this earth for (not counting the few off-planet missions you've been on), and as of today, you are officially an adult. You weren't a big fan of birthdays—I mean, you used to be when you were younger, and there was nothing to worry about. As you've gotten older, birthdays have become a reminder of the multitude of responsibilities you'll have to adopt.

You hadn't told anybody it was your birthday; reminding them was the last thing you wanted to do because the Avengers are known for their parties, and they look for the smallest reason to throw one. This year, though, that wasn't going to happen, or at least you were hoping they'd forgotten. 

It was 8:00 a.m., your alarm is blaring loudly on the bedside table, and without opening your eyes, your hand feels around for your phone and eventually finds the snooze button—just five more minutes. 

Suddenly, you become aware and alert. As you stir yourself awake, your body senses a loud, continuous noise, and you feel as if you're being watched. "HAAAAPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU," your eyes shoot open to find Natasha and Wanda at the end of your bed singing their hearts out and grinning so hard their jaws must be hurting. 

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead, it's your birthday!" "My girl is all grown up," Natasha says, wiping away fake tears dramatically. "Vision is making waffles for you; get up so you can eat 'em while they're still hot!" Wanda slaps your ankle, and you curl into a tighter ball. "Five more minutes," you whine, and to your surprise, the two women are not putting up with your nonsense today; your blanket is ripped off you, and you're met with the cold morning air. "Be downstairs in 5 minutes or I will pour a bucket of water over your head," Natasha retorts sternly; she is not messing around. You sit up, looking half dead, but you crack a smile, and with contented sighs, the girls leave your room. 

The kitchen erupts into roars of cheers as you enter wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. It's too early for this. 

The first to hug you is Tony, who says, "Happy birthday, kid; just because you're eighteen doesn't mean I'm going to stop being your overbearing father figure." You smile at him because that's all you can do and there are about eight hundred other people to hug; you just want your waffles. 

"Lady Y/N, Happy Birthday!" Thor booms, "In Asgard, at your age, you can start drinking; I brought you back some Asgardian mead for us to share!" Just as he finishes talking, there is a chorus of "no"s and stern looks sent his way. "Thank you, Thor; maybe when they're not looking," you say with a wink, and he returns a smile.

"Happy birthday, y/n." Bruce smiles; you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a soft spot for the guy. You give him a quick hug, which is awkward because, well, it's Bruce.

"Y/N!" "Happy birthday, pal!" Steve hugs you and accidentally lifts you off the ground; once he puts you down and you can breathe again, you thank him.

"Happy birthday, y/n! Now that you don't have a bedtime, we can spend more time scheming!" Clint smirks. The man is your partner in crime and also the reason why you get into trouble. You ignore his snide remark and give him a hug. 

"HAPPYBIRTHDAY Y/N!! I know you're eighteen now, but that doesn't mean anything because you're only a year older than me. What I'm trying to say is.. you can't boss me around." 

"Thank you, Pete," you say, and you smile. You swear his birth certificate is wrong. The kid doesn't seem a day past 14. 

"Happy birthday, doll; it would seem you're catching up to me," Bucky says as he hugs you. "Eighteen and one hundred and six?" raising an eyebrow "Yeah, same thing," you sarcastically rebuttal.

As everyone sits and tucks into their waffles, you take a second to look at everyone. You're happy they didn't forget. 

[bbitess]

goth and metal prt 1-eurory x f!reader (use of y/n)

brothers best friend‼️ (euro is 19 in a high school type band, reader is a senior) idk how norwegian school works sorry

warnings‼️ smut, drinking and drugs, making out, ass slapping, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v, gagging, creampie, the L-word, a meer couple sentences that have just a wee bit of degration and exibitionism

(this is based off sum random pic i saw on here and my love for my bauhaus vinyls and obsession w my set up 💪)

thank you all for being so sweet frrr, i’ve been an anonymous rory lover and all of these fics are from the archive of my notes app over the past few months :)

Y/N is jan axels sister who doesn’t listen to much metal music, she’s more into gothic music. her brother had two friends he started a band with, she only knew the guitarist, oystein, since he was jan’s friend for a while. she stayed upstairs most of the time but around 9 she got sick of all the noise and decided to go downstairs.

As she approached the basement the music grew louder. she opened the door and the music stopped, all of their eyes hit her, making her feel a little embarrassed in her sleep shorts and a sweater.

“jan, can you keep it down or like, idk go somewhere else becuase i am just trying to have some peace of mind…”

the other members looked at jan who said “yeah, yeah we are almost done.”

“thank you” Y/N said leaving and going back upstairs.

“you really let your little sister boss you around like that?” oystein asked, he was a long time family friend and he knew Y/N for a while. they were friends when they were younger but he just kind of changed. “she’s not bossing me around, i just respect her, i mean, she usually is tolerant when we practice at my place.”

oystein looked pretended to be offended “what do you mean tolerant? she should be moved by my amazing guitar skill.�� the bassist snickered, “in your dreams” jan replied, making oystein blush a little and the chuckles to grow louder.

oystein sighed and set down his guitar, “im getting a drink,” he states plainly before running up the stairs. he goes to the fridge and retrieves a cold glass of beer. when he closes the fridge door he finally noticed Y/N is also in the kitchen. she is reaching up high to grab a mug from the top shelf but she couldn’t seem to reach it. the sweater she was wearing rode up on her torso, exposing her flat stomach and thin waist which contrasted her full behind, the shorts hugging them well, leaving little room for the imagination. oystein shuttered, he couldn’t tell if it was because he was seeing his childhood best friends little sister all grown up, or because he was overflowing with desire. he will admit it, he has longed for her for at least a decade but nothing ever came of it. she was out of his league and off limits because of her brother, they had hung out a lot as friends but,

(a/n: idk why but when i wrote this i made the back story from euros first person, idk just imagine culkin like narrating idek, good luck.)

“i knew jan protected her with his life. one day when jan and i were in our last year of secondary school, about to graduate, i actually told him how i was feeling. that was unusual to say the least, we didn’t put our emotions into words very often. i told him how i wanted to ask his sister to the prom and how she had caught my eye in the past. he seemed suspicious and hesitant but eventually got the idea and gave me his blessing. i went to the store to get flowers, but they were sold out, i didn’t want to spend gas going to a different store so I just went home. but after that i lost hope, i never went to get the flowers or ask Y/N to prom, i guess i got caught up in the senior work and eventually i graduated, and now i only see her when im at jan’s.”

(okay it’s over, back to third person <3)

he pulled his eyes away and searched for a bottle opener but couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. he held the bottle up to Y/N and she nodded, she swiftly grabbed a spoon. oystein had his hand by the cap and had the bottle set on the table so she swiftly held his hand in place with one hand and with the other, used the spoon to open the bottle. oystein flinched and shook his hand, Y/N laughed, “it didn’t hurt that bad! and look your bottle is open,” oystein just smiled a little, and Y/N almost melted, his smile was beautiful but he never wore it. “you should smile more.” she she stated facing him. oysteins smile dropped almost immediately but the blush stayed on his cheeks and he reddened as Y/N inched closer to his face.

“you look nice when you smile,” she says, beaming and brushing a stand of his hair behind his ear smoothly. she walked away, giving oystein a second to breathe and hide the massive boner inside his pants. Y/N had abandoned the mug and grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge and opened it. “aren’t you too young to drink, Y/N?” oystein asked, he was 19 but not that new to alcohol. “no” she replied, “well, yes and no…” she said taking a hearty sip. “how old are you these days?” oystein asked slyly, Y/N replied with her honest age, “i’m graduating in a couple months.” “wow, you are mature beyond your years…” oystein states, smiling. “maybe you are just behind,” Y/N laughs and then drinks more. they are both about halfway done but the weather was kind of nice out. it was a summer dusk so Y/N and oystein went outside to finish beers and while they were out there, oystein couldn’t help but retrieve a rolled blunt from his pocket.

Y/N was a little nervous because they think smoking weed with someone is very vulnerable but they agreed to oystein and they smoked the joint. “i’ve always wanted to do this with you…” oystein admits, “do what?” she laughs, “idk, smoking together, drinking, talking, anything… i’ve always wanted to know you better.” she looks down, “i wanted to know you to, but you always seemed to push me away when i got to close, you never opened up to me after middle school you know…” oystein feels devastated a little hurt hearing this, he keeps smoking. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel unappreciated, Y/N. i really liked you, like really really liked you,” he chuckles. “i promise,” she smiles, still looking down, “really?” she asks. he goes on, “really! you know i was going to ask you to my prom last year, gosh i remember like it was yesterday. i asked your brother for his permission, it was the scariest shit i’ve ever done. and i was going to ask you but the store was sold out of flowers and i guess i just psyched myself out…” he admits, kind of laughing at the story.

Y/N is surprised since he never talks about his feelings this deeply. “wow, i never knew. why did you get psyched out?”

“i don’t know, you were almost two years younger than me but i was a nobody at that school. you were pretty and had good friends and were nice to everyone. i figured another lucky guy had already asked you, i wouldn’t want it make it weird.”

“wow, oystein i wish you told me, i would have gone with you.” Y/N said, he was kind of in disbelief at that.

Y/N smokes the blunt and smiles, content with oysteins confession, “i forgive you, cheers…” she says and holds up the bottle, “cheers to what?” oystein questions. “cheers to confession…” she laughs and they clink the bottles. “i confess that i really liked you too, well before you slammed the door on your emotions… but i know the oystein i knew is still in there.” Y/N says, seriously, almost in a stern tone. oystein was frozen for a moments time but in that moment he felt like he had gained the wisdom of centuries.

oystein finished the blunt and tossed it, and that quickly he grabbed her jaw and pressed his lips to hers for their long awaited kiss. their lips locked together, so perfectly they thought they would get stuck and never pull away. oystein even ran his tounge over her lips, meeting her in the middle when she got brave enough to try a french kiss. she was a little hesitant kissing someone she had known for so long, it almost felt wrong, but also so so right. her hands tangled in his wild hair and he held the back of her neck, his other hand subconsciously creeping up Y/N’s soft thighs.

after another moment which seemed like centuries, they pulled away catching their breath. they began to arrange their clothes and hair back to normal. “oystein?” Y/N asks, “yes?” “does this mean… that you still you know, like me?” oystein blushes “what makes you think that??” he states quickly. “well, you just kissed me like your in love, and… it’s just- also, i could see your boner the whole time.” Y/N admits, oystein was flustered but they laughed it off, his icy eyes locked on hers and he promised-not said, promised, “the second I laid eyes on you I was yours, yes, Y/N, I do like you.” she smiled and put herself in his arms, “good, i like guys who like me…” and then they both started laughing in each others arms like they used to.

“i have to get back,” oystein says getting up and holding the door back into the house open for Y/N but they eventually speak, “have fun with your death metal,” Y/N says, “its black metal, norwegian black metal…” oystein says smiling, “either way, my bauhaus vinyl is easier on the ears.” she smiles. “well maybe i’ll come up to your chamber and we can listen to it together, how does that sound?” he asks, she responds quickly, “grood… i meant to say great and good, i’m sorry i-.” he had already walked away thinking about how was he going to get rid of this raging boner.

later in the night, the guys had packed up their things, oystein was the last to leave, “hey do you want to stick around and watch a movie or something?” jan asked oystein, “umm, no” he remembered he promised he would go to his sisters room, “sorry man i’m just tired, see you.” and oystein quickly left with his guitar case and pretended to be going out the door but in reality he went to the next floor and knocked on Y/N’s door.

she had been waiting patiently for oystein to come upstairs and when he knocked she started the bauhaus vinyl, hoping he would be impressed with her music taste.

when Y/N opened the door oysteins jaw dropped, she had changed from her pajamas and into a lacey black top and thong that was covered by a sheer robe, tied around her small waist. he couldn’t believe it, she looked so different, so beautiful and enticing, he didn’t know what to say.

“does jan know you are here?” Y/N questioned, oystein shook his head, still in disbelief, “um- can i come in?”

she let him in and he sat on the end of her bed which also was the best place to listen to the vinyl. “do you like it?” Y/N asks. “yes” oystein says smiling, he puts his hands on her waist and begins to inch upwards towards the lacey bra, his hands still over the robe. “i think it’s really sexy…” oystein says continuing, “no,” Y/N laughs taking his hands in her own and interlocking them. “i meant the vinyl, oystein.”

oystein blushed from embarrassment and arousal, “oh- yes that’s really good too.” he nods. she laughs.

she leans into him and their lips meet, his hands returning to her body as the kiss intensified. she reached under his shirt, he felt electrified when she touched his skin and peeled his shirt over his head, quickly reattaching their lips.

the gothic music blasted through the speakers, him still sitting on the bed, she backed away and he bathed in all her glory. she gave him a small tease, untieing the robe and slowly peeling it off her body, revealing her smooth pale skin that shined in the moonlight flowing through the window. the black lingerie contrasted her complexion and he had a sudden urge to strip it off her.

oystein stood from the bed quickly, pulling her in for another kiss, rubbing his large ringed fingers up and down her torso, he reached behind her back and unclipped the bra, letting out a sigh. he pulled it off her, staring for a second at her chest before grabbing her in his hands and fondling her breasts in his hands. “you are so beautiful, god you have no idea what this does to me.”

Y/N moaned at his words which only encouraged him, he latched to her neck and slurped at it like a vampire, letting his teeth graze her soft skin before sucking a hickey onto her throat. “sorry babe, your brother might get mad about that…”

she sighed, “forget about him.” she said, running her hands into his hair. he moved his lips down her body to her chest and began to suckle and kiss her breasts, Y/N continued moaning as she held his face to her, he bit down a little on her nipple causing her to flinch a little and pull oystein by the hair, but he just let out a low moan and the vibrations ran from his teeth to her bud, making her pussy wetter every second. she had to hold on to the desk so she wouldn’t collapse right there.

he got down to his knees, leaving a trail of kisses down her torso. his ringed fingers pulled down her thong effortlessly. he stared at her, but then slid his finger through the folds and penetrated her hole. Y/N let out a lewd noise but oystein didn’t stop, he kept fingering her, making her moan harder and her legs feel like jelly. oystein placed a hard smack on her asscheek and then brought his lips to the clit, kissing and then sucking on it. she felt close already. “oystein!! i’m gonna- please i’m going to cum”

oystein was suprised that she was going to cum this fast but her pussy leaked all over his hand and he lapped the juices up with his tounge. he stood up and pulled her into a kiss, her cum mingling between their lips, and right then, she came on his fingers- hard, his hand was still on her ass and it held her up since her knees had completely buckled under her.

oystein took down his pants and boxers swiftly, Y/N was suprised at his length, “oystein, that won’t fit!” “i’ll be careful baby” he replies. while he took his pants off Y/N flipped the vinyl which is very important. then he was ready. he took her by the waist and pressed her back to his chest, his hard member pressed between her legs, precum was oozing from the tip of his cock. oystein sat back in the bed, right between the speakers and set Y/N on top of him, spreading her legs. “are you ready?” oystein asks gruffly in her ear, nibbling at the lobe. she nodded and he groaned and his cock twitched between her legs so she wasted no time and grabbed it. she pumped it a few times, lubing it with pre cum and her pussy juices. then she pushed him into her, his cock filled her to the brim. “oh my god,” she muttered, he continued pushing in, inch by inch. she didn’t know if she could take the feeling at first. oystein wrapped his arm around Y/N and grabbed her tit roughly, he began moving her up and down his length. “you are doing so good.” oystein praised as he began to speed up, pounding into her messy cunt. she began to moan louder, over come by the feeling. “let me hear you,” oystein says, “they can’t hear you over the music, unless you want them to you little slut.” he laughs, “yeah, i bet you would like that, if your brother came up here and walked in on his best friend pounding his innocent little virgin sister.” Y/N couldn’t respond more than pornographic moans. “i’m-im” she utters, “oystein, cum-“ she speaks and has and orgasm on oysteins cock. he reaches his other hand around her and puts his fingers deep in her throat, pulling her down on him roughly. she was gagged and fucked into oblivion, his hand squeezing her chest. her moans echoing louding through the room with bauhaus music.

oystein finished inside her, he grunted and spurted cum though her. she was oozing and when he pulled out she sighed roughly and let cum drip and bubble from her hole. oystein left a harsh slap on her ass, almost squeezing it like he was milking her pussy. the whole time serenading her with compliments and love that he had for her. “you did so good, baby, god if i knew that pussy was so good i would have gotten it in grade school.” kissing her neck.

then he left, getting a washcloth from her bathroom to clean them. he got dressed and she pulled on the robe, “are you leaving?” Y/N asks, “i’m sorry- i thought that’s what you wanted, i mean, i would have to leave early tomorrow.” oystein responds. “that’s okay,” Y/N says, “do you want to spend the night?”

oystein couldn’t believe it, it’s not like he had never slept over in the house before, he had hundreds of times, but never in your bed. he nodded and got into the bed. they kissed a couple times before he pushed her hair back and stated, “i love you,” it seemed early but they really did love eachother, and they had for years. she blushed and tried to cover her smile with her hand. “i love you, too, oystein, i never stopped once.” she states, cuddling up into oysteins chest and falling asleep.

(prt 2 here)

[daydream-cement]

Organs in the Wash Ch. 5

Miranda Hilmarson x Reader

Authors Note: Sorry this has taken me so long!!! Hope you guys enjoy this text chapter.

Living with Miranda was proving to be a pleasant experience. You took up responsibility for the cooking while she cleaned. At first she vehemently opposed it, but you felt the need to make yourself useful somehow. During the day, you both seemed to be ignoring the way she held you close as you slept. The proximity helped with the recurring nightmares, but it made defining your relationship even harder. Was ‘friends who hold each other close at night’ a thing?

Until the killer was caught, Miranda had been assigned to watch after you. With her home all the time your days became filled with old Star Trek reruns, board games, and the occasional silent couple of hours where you worked on your computer. When you needed to work, Miranda occasionally took the time to step out of the apartment to call her boss, hoping to hear any news on how the case was progressing.

After wasting away the afternoon debating which of the Marvel movies was the best, Miranda had stepped out to take one of those calls from Adrian.

“What do you mean we don’t know where he is? We know everything about him yet he is nowhere to be found?” Miranda was trying to lower her voice, but the anger rising up in her made her voice clear as day through the front door. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the back of the couch. This entire experience left you constantly anxious, recognizing the killer could find you and attempt to finish the job.

“I don’t care! The longer he is out there, the longer she is in danger!” You heard a slamming noise and realized Miranda must have thrown her hand against the wall in frustration. Miranda was going mad knowing there was someone out there who was determined to hurt you, “No! How dare you make that insinuation?”

Miranda’s voice grew quieter as the anger diminished. It was getting harder and harder to make out the sound of her voice, “I was assigned to protect her. I’m doing my job… Yes.. Okay… Bye.”

When Miranda pushes the front door open, you push random keys on your computer to make it seem like you have been working. Miranda runs a hand through her hair and takes her place next to you on the couch, only this time she scrunches up a blanket by your hip and uses it as a pillow. You glance out of the corner of your eye and her legs are dangling off the far end of the couch and her eyes are closed.

“Everything okay?” You urge, hoping she wouldn’t keep secrets from you; especially when they pertained to your own safety.

“Just work stuff. We will find him.. Don’t you worry.” Miranda adjusted her position, curling up on her side and shifting upwards. The blanket now lay partially on your lap and her head rested on your thigh so she could bend her long legs to fit on the couch. You couldn’t help yourself when you dropped a hand to her face to pull the hair away from her cheek.

“I trust you.” Your trust for her was endless, but your trust for her coworkers had its bounds.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Her words were soft as she turned her face into your hand, secretly hoping you wouldn’t pull away. Miranda must have repeated this phrase twice a day, everyday since you had come to stay with her.

“I know.” You whisper. Not long after, you are back to working and Miranda flicked on the tv to watch a movie. Her head remained in your lap, her left hand tucking under the blanket to rest against your thigh.

Work wasn’t all too challenging today. Moreso emails to send regarding recent decodings you had sent out to clients. With the final click of your mouse, you sent your last email and closed your laptop.

Eventually, you decided it was a good idea to get up and take a shower rather than sit and veg out with Miranda once again. Her groan of annoyance when you had to move her made you affectionately roll your eyes.

Today was the first day you felt safe showering without Miranda sitting just outside the bathroom door talking to you. Even with her on the couch, you knew no harm could befall you while you got cleaned up. It was hard for your mind not to wander to the killer and his whereabouts. There was always the chance he could be staking out Miranda’s apartment, waiting for the moment when she was gone or you were both vulnerable to strike. He could have forgotten about you due to the pressure of police searching for him, but this seemed highly unlikely as you knew he was a madman.

You had been so pleased when Miranda turned up back to the apartment on your second day with a bag of your toiletries and clothes. At no point had you even mentioned this to her, but the act only showed her thoughtfulness. Being able to shower with your favorite shampoo and body wash was more of a godsend than you would have thought.

Upon exiting the shower, you wrapped the towel Miranda had given you around your body. Reaching from the door handle, you could hear a man's voice from the living room, instantly turning your blood cold. You listened closely and realized Miranda was having a heated discussion with him.

“-beyond the bounds of professionalism and you know it Hilmarson. Sleeping in the same bed, really?”

Miranda was quick with her retort, attempting to explain away his assumptions that she wished were true, “She’s terrified, Adrian. I can’t leave her alone on the couch thinking that she could die at any second.”

“This is more than that and you know it.” Adrian wasn’t convinced. While his relationship with Miranda was far from perfect, he knew she was a hopeless romantic, so the odds of her falling for you were high.

“Even if it was, you have no say over how I run my life. You and I aren’t-”

He sounded like he was begging on his knees, “We could be! I know things ended on a sour tone, but I think we could really make things work!”

“Adrian.. Honestly… We can’t go down that path again. You are-”

You rolled your eyes at the sound of him cutting her off once again. His omission told you everything you needed to know about the history between the two of them, “In love with you. Miranda, after everything we have been through. Don’t you think we should give things another shot?”

“I- Do you have anything else to discuss about the case? If not, I think you should leave.”

The desperation in his voice made your nose crinkle, “Don’t do this. Miranda. Don’t-”

“Get out, Adrian.” You were shocked at how Miranda’s voice showed no signs of anger or sadness. It made you wonder what she would be like after he was finally out of the apartment.

Silence filled the apartment, but there was no creak of the front door to indicate he was coming or going. Pulling the towel tighter around yourself, you open the bathroom door, finally stepping out into Miranda’s bedroom. You moved quietly, not wanting Adrian to have the opportunity to hear you.

You were pulling a shirt over your head when the sound of the front door slamming shut made you jump. The final portion of their conversation must have been whispers or nonverbal as you expected him to have left already.

Miranda came flying into the bedroom, throwing herself on the bed as she raged aloud, “How dare he? I mean, honestly?”

You choose to play dumb, yanking down your shirt the rest of the way and pulling shorts from the drawer Miranda had given you in her dresser, “What happened?”

She sat up and shifted to lay on her stomach so she could look at you while she spoke, “I can’t believe he could come back here like that. His wife is sitting there at home and he is coming by my apartment asking me to ‘give things another shot’?”

“Who?” You inquire.

“I-” She paused, realizing she had admitted to the affair before revealing the identity of the man. Miranda saw this as one of the most embarrassing and regretful decisions she had made, so admitting it to you was painful, “My boss… Adrian..”

“Ahh…” You weren’t interested in passing judgment, but it was hard to find the words to respond to an omission such as that.

“It just… happened and it- it was wrong! I know that, but I thought we were in love.”

“Well… If you were in love, maybe he just isn’t over you?” You drop to the bed next to her, only you are on your back staring up at the ceiling.

“Fuck love. It’s a disease. People die from it.” Miranda huffed, the anger she had for Andrian completely taking over. You knew her words were based on the conversation she had with Adrian, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart break at her words. Perhaps you had gotten the wrong idea from her, taking her kindness for interest.

Miranda’s presence was requested down at the station and Robin had to drag her kicking and screaming. Before she left, she promised to be home in an hour. You sat nervously at the edge of the bed, counting down the seconds until Miranda said she would be home.

You were scared out of your wits when you heard knocking on the front door of Miranda’s apartment. She had only been absent for twelve minutes and now you were going to die. The knocking persisted and you could hear Adrian’s voice from the other side of the door, calling your name.

Much of you wanted to not answer, but he knew you would be home. Where else would you be? Fear was coursing through you as you approached the front door, even with the thought of a ‘friendly face’ on the other side.

“This is Adrian Butler! I need to speak with you about your case.” Hearing his voice up close was the final confirmation you needed to crack open the door and look at him. He offered you a wide smile, “Good afternoon. How are you?”

From the previous night’s discussion about him with Miranda, you were only willing to offer him a soft smile and short reply, “Good, I guess… And you?”

“Well. I wanted to discuss your case with you,” From the way he attempted glancing over your shoulder, you knew he wanted to enter the apartment to chat, but you held firm. The door would only be open enough for him to see your face. Talking in the hall would have to be good enough for him. He pursed his lips and tapped his foot in annoyance before beginning his spiel, “You could really help us with this case. We have received three anonymous letters to the station. All of which have displayed the killer's interest in finding you. If you would be willing to put yourself in harm's way, just for a moment, we will be able to catch him.”

“I- What does Miranda think about this? I should really-” You bite your lip, feeling as though Miranda wouldn’t like the idea of you putting yourself in the position to be harmed by the man Miranda had worked so tirelessly to protect you from.

Adrian let out a soft laugh and shook his head, “Hillmarson wants this case to be over with just as much as you do. We will have you go back to your apartment and wait for him. We will have officers on site, so you will be in no danger.”

His tone was intended to be comforting, but his words nullified whatever comfort he tried giving. You repeat the most frightening portion of his statement back to him, “Back to my apartment?”

“Just for a night. Then we will nab him and you will be able to resume your life completely unafraid. I’m sure Miranda will appreciate this as well.” From how Adrian described this, it seemed to be a compelling enough argument. Knowing it would help Miranda was enough for you to put up with the insane amount of anxiety you would have as well.

You swallowed and nodded, agreeing to what he was asking of you, “If Miranda thinks I will be fine and it helps her… then, yes. I’ll do it.”

“Grab whatever you need. I’ll take you there now.”

[schizodiaries]

my first psychotic episode

I wanted to talk about this for so long, so I’m finally getting it off my chest. I want to share my first experience with psychosis and how it affected me in the long run, and hopefully my story resonates with others as well.

This is going to be a really long post so I’m putting it under the cut.

(cw for descriptions of psychosis, hallucinations, delusions, and paranoid ideation)

It was around Valentine’s Day 2021 and I first started noticing something was off while I was at work. I was feeling unusually paranoid about everything. I would think people were following me to work, that my bosses were conspiring against me, or that customers recognized me from somewhere. This made me incredibly stressed from work, even more stressed than usual, and after my shifts I would sit in my car for half an hour in complete silence just trying to process everything that occurred.

After a few days I noticed I wasn’t sleeping well. I had trouble falling asleep and I was only getting a few hours of sleep each night. Not only that, but my appetite became severely reduced. I would constantly skip meals because I just didn’t feel like eating. My boyfriend actually noticed this and notified my mom, who tried making me my favorite foods but I couldn’t get myself to eat any of it.

At some point I started having ideas of reference. I would scroll through social media and think the posts had a special meaning behind them, or had some kind of code that needed to be deciphered. I would also misinterpret posts as being directed towards me when that wasn’t the case. For example one of my friends made a post about grief, and I thought she was describing how I was about to experience grief soon. Another friend posted “god is real” and I thought he was specifically telling me I was going to meet god soon. It was very confusing and off-putting.

Then came the voices. I began hearing whispers at night, which caused me to lose even more sleep, and they eventually turned into command hallucinations telling me to attack my boyfriend. This frightened me, and at this point I knew something was very wrong. I even tried reaching out to a crisis text line although it wasn’t much help at this stage. So I told my bf and mom that I was hearing voices and not getting any sleep and they encouraged me to call an advice nurse, which I did after a sleepless night. I described my symptoms to the nurse, who determined that I needed to be taken to the emergency room for a psychiatric evaluation.

My mom and I got ready to go to the ER. This is when my psychosis really took off and reality started to warp. Notifications on my phone became the FBI searching for me. A noise at the front door meant the cops were after me. I was suddenly in major trouble because I chose to trust the advice nurse, who was one of them. On the drive to the ER, I had to ask to turn the radio off because it was talking to me. I also thought cars were following us and trying to contact me. I was having illusions of other drivers waving at me and asking if I needed help. Upon arriving to the ER, a security guard walked by and I thought he was there to arrest and deport me. While I was being evaluated I kept muttering nonsense to myself while the staff asked me questions about my symptoms. I was really starting to lose it.

There wasn’t enough room in the ER to accommodate every patient so I was placed on a gurney in the middle of the hallway with other patients. At this point I began to experience more delusions. I could feel one of the patients reading my mind and I complained about it to the doctor who evaluated me. I started to realize this was all fake, all staged, and there were actually people behind the scenes watching me like the Truman Show. I wasn’t really in the ER, it was all just a game. So I left my gurney and tried to escape, but a security guard stopped me, and we got into a minor physical altercation but no one was hurt. I calmed down and went back to my gurney. I talked to other patients and staff as if we were friends because I genuinely thought we were. I had absolutely no social boundaries, and even insulted another patient completely unprovoked. I felt like I had no control of my thoughts or actions at this point.

After spending the night in the ER, I was determined to be 1. gravely disabled (due to not sleeping/eating) and 2. a danger to myself, and I was put on a 5150 hold and transferred to a mental hospital. I still was convinced this was all part of some kind of game, and didn’t take it very seriously. So when the staff at the hospital asked me questions about my name, age, etc., I would give them false answers. Some of the other patients tried talking to me but I would brush them off and respond with something either rude or nonsensical. Why did it matter when none of this was even real?

The first night at the hospital was rough. I would sit in the admissions chair unmoving for hours, going through countless delusions at once. When it was time for dinner, I refused to even open my food because I thought it was a bomb. When I was finally made to open it, I refused to eat it because I thought it was poison. I tried hanging out in the day room, but I was bothered by the TV because I felt like it was talking to me. I also thought I recognized some of the other patients and tried talking to them like they were my friends, which they were put off by. When it was bedtime, I would wander the hallway like a lost child, wondering where the hell I was and why I wasn’t waking up from this nightmare. One of the MHT’s escorted me to my room and encouraged me to sleep, but I got no sleep that night. I was too terrified that the staff or roommate would try to kill me.

It didn’t get much better from there. I spent 11 days in the mental hospital and I was psychotic the whole time. I got into trouble a couple times, as my social boundaries continued to be broken. For example I would rummage through my roommate’s belongings, and one time I barged into my neighbor’s room unannounced because the voices told me to go there. I had multiple terrifying delusions about the hospital, including that they were performing human experimentation, that they were serving us human meat, and that they were killing patients. I was able to see a psychiatrist while I was there, who I complained to about my delusions. He informed me that I was experiencing a psychotic episode, and diagnosed me with depression with psychotic features. I was put on a bunch of different antipsychotics, including ones that had awful side effects like muscle stiffness and trouble speaking.

When I was finally discharged, I didn’t feel like myself. I was heavily medicated, and still psychotic. I was having a hard time adjusting back to normal life. I couldn’t take walks because I still felt like cars were following me or neighbors were watching me. I couldn’t go to the craft store without feeling like the employees were secretly talking about me or that other customers were calling the police on me. I was able to get a doctor’s note for work, but upon returning a few weeks later my work performance was severely impacted by my symptoms and medication side effects and I was fired. My life just wasn’t the same anymore.

When I finally started to come out of psychosis, it felt like waking up from a long dream. It was like I could breathe again, but I also felt like I left so much devastation behind. I started to realize how unacceptable my behavior was, how ridiculous my delusions were, and just how much irreversible damage psychosis did to my mental health. I felt like there was a permanent scar left on my psyche. I wondered if I could ever get my old life back or if I was doomed to be like this forever. I started to mourn the life I once had before psychosis, before I lost my mind.

Psychosis took away a part of me I can never get back. It took control of me and caused me to lose myself almost completely, as if I were possessed by a spirit. But it also taught me a lot about myself and how fragile the mind can be. Before psychosis, I took my mental health for granted. Now I’m grateful for every moment I feel mentally stable. I still experience mild psychosis every now and again, but none as intense and disruptive as my first psychotic episode. I think it’s easier to manage nowadays, because I know what to look out for. But psychosis has a way of creeping up on me when I least expect it and I can never be fully prepared for a psychotic episode.

I am now on medication that works for me and has minimal side effects. I have a good support system and I’m receiving therapy and psychiatric help. I think I’m taking good care of my mental health and I have not experienced a psychotic episode in months. I like to think I’m still recovering from my first one, even two years later. But now I’m slowly getting my life back, one day at a time.

[symphonic-scream]

Okay wholesome post time

So. This all started with like a little joking idea

"haha since Makoto is the group mom of the Phantom Thieves the others would joke about her kid being their sibling"

And we all know I'm Weak and Gay.

Oh hell yes I wasn't sure that was gonna work I've never done that before fuck yeah

Ahem. Anyways-

That got me thinking. Hey. That's funny. Hehe. And then I thought some more. Gay thoughts. Wholesome, gay thoughts.

And yeah. I think Makoto and Haru would be the most caring, loving parents ever. This is after days of spamming my dear friend with messages about how Haru would totally use the most sugary sweet pet names to fluster poor Makoto, who would totally read books over Haru's shoulder as they cuddled

(this of course all steming from a small idea of "hey what if Haru moved in with Makoto and Sae after losing her dad")

Anyways. I made them mom's.

At first it was this general "ah yes their kid" and then my good friend (@justanotherpersonsuniverse ) was like "if they have a daughter they'd call her their princess cause Queen" and I joked back "haha a son would be a little prince"

And then.

"...okay but what about both-"

And now I'm digging through hours of the fuckin sweetest hcs I've ever come up with trying to put together a post that makes any sense

Okay I forgot a piece of context Sae is boning down with Takemi. Maybe they're dating. Who knows. Not me that's for sure

Fuck uh lemme try to actually make this post ugh

So. I hate the idea of Cop Makoto bleh. So she's a defense lawyer of some kind. Known for taking underdog cases and such or whatever. Haru totally opens up her cafe though, and they live above it in a home that's theirs and warm and GAY ITS SO GAY and when they move in they set up their room, a guest room, and there's a spare room even after Makoto's little study-

And when asked about it, Haru just

"well, we should leave it for now. In case we want to have a little family of our own!"

And boy do they

(they get married first. Haru totally proposes and it spurs Makoto to immediately enter this frenzy that doesn't end until she's used every connection she has to get them legally married)

And later, when everything's settled down, they talk. About their families, parents, fears, hopes- and it all comes to a boil. They believe they can do it together. Be better. Break the cycle. Give their kid a good life.

Eventually, when Haru finds out she's carrying, she tells her big dumbass wife in the softest way possible

("Haru, Dearest, dinner's ready!"

"oh, Love, thank you so much!! Ah, do you mind serving me a little extra?"

"feeling hungry today?"

"hm, not really, but I have to eat for two now, silly"

"haha yeah-"

"..."

"what")

They launch into a frenzy. Haru starts up plans for a nursery in their spare room, and Makoto takes time to have a little chat with their kid each night, incorporating vitamins into her wife's meals, getting special lotions and creams

It's at one of their appointments with Takemi that the other shoe drops

"oh hey, congrats you two. Check it out, second heartbeat."

"t-two?"

That's right fuckers I gave them fucking TWINS

One little prince, one little princess

Yusuke is asked to come paint a mural in the nursery, and the other thieves get so excited for "their new siblings"

And, because I couldn't resist,

They go to have a little chat with an old friend.

("hey Boss. So, neither of us have any parents left, so our kids- they don't have grandparents. And, well, we thought we'd offer the position to you."

*gross Sojiro crying noises*)

Makoto starts doing bottle warming and diaper changing drills. She challenges the other thieves to races. She must be the best mother. Haru thinks it's cute, but draws the line when she notices her wife working herself to the bone. For fucks sake their babies aren't even born yet and Makoto's pushing her limits,

Ah, that's her dumbass though

The day comes eventually. It's a long labour, but eventually a nurse is holding out their first born to a jittery Makoto; "would you like to hold your son?"

So she softly takes the little bundle, stares down at her son- HER SON -with wide, awed eyes, and gently sits at an exhausted Haru's side to show her his little face

"Baby,, look- it's him,,, our son,"

"he's perfect, Mako-chan,,,"

And they're so caught up in their son, that they're jolted when another nurse glides over with another bundle; "are you ready to meet your daughter?"

And man if Makoto wasn't crying before, she sure is now. Everything feels so perfect, she's there with her wife, their son, their daughter; their own little family,,,, but something's missing, still...

Once she's made sure both twins are secure with their Mama, Makoto goes out to greet the crowd waiting in the waiting room

(Makoto: okay ground rules before you guys get to see Haru and the new babies. One, Morgana is not allowed to touch the babies

Morgana: WHAT

Makoto: you're a cat. Germs. Second, hand sanitizer. Everytime you go to touch any of them, apply three squirts. Soak your hands.

Futaba: yes mom

Makoto: 3. No flash photography. You can take three photos each, but no flash. Keep cameras and phones at least four feet from the babies

Ann: you gotcha momkoto!

Makoto: now, ready to meet them?)

It's very soft in that hospital room. The twins are gently passed around, meeting each "sibling". Ryuji breaks into silent tears, holding them like he's never held something more precious. Yusuke just has a look of awe, and mutters about understanding how his mother found such inspiration from him. Joker jokingly calls them the "littlest thieves of hearts" for already stealing all of theirs

Ann can't stop going on about how precious they are and how she's gonna spoil them absolutely rotten and "I need a photo for Shiho SOMEONE GET A PHOTO OF ME WITH THIS BABY MY WIFE NEEDS TO SEE THIS". Futaba, with Morgana on her shoulder, is hesitant to even hold them, instead hovering her fingers over them while Joker holds them. Sumire has this look of complete wonder on her face, even if at times her smile is a little bittersweet. She makes sure to tell both parents how special a pair of twins are

All the thieves agree to help out the new mother's as they adjust to parenthood, especially with twins right off the bat. A rotation comes through every few nights to give them (ahem. Makoto.) A chance to rest. Momkoto herself has three months away from her law office, spending time with her family and running Haru's cafe while she recovers from birth

Their little princess looks almost exactly like Haru, all curly hair and soft eyes. Their prince looks much the same, though his eyes end up a very clear red. Haru was so delighted when she saw them. "MAKO-CHAN HE HAS YOUR EYES"

Futaba buys them little gamer onesies while Sumire brings the twins little toys from the places she travels to for gymnastics

(origin of this screenshot)

Ann swoops in with Shiho to spoil her siblings rotten, with plenty of stylish clothes and fancy European treats. Even once she's got a kid of her own she still spoils the twins. "Uh, duh, I do it because im a great big sister!"

I have so many more thoughts but I'm gonna cut myself off here this is too long already jeez

Anyways. I can't stop talking about this. Talk to me about this.

[lifeofkaze]

Little Things

Dear Lizzie, the moment you wandered into my life as the self-insert you never wanted to be, you changed everything, as strange as it may sound. May you always be your lovely, nosy, petty af, sunny self and give me all the stress, exasperation and stories I never wanted to write in the first place. No matter if you're a Quidditch player, Rockstar, Huntress, or Joker, please don't ever change.

Happy Birthday, darling girl 💛

A/N: Mum mayhem. Some of these scenes may or may not be inspired by real events.

The sound ringing through the sleepy cottage on the coast of Montrose was loud, piercing, and impossible to ignore. Lizzie groaned as she raised her head from the pillows, extending an arm to sweep the alarm clock off her nightstand. She buried her face in her pillows again, but it was already too late - she was awake. 

“It surely can’t be morning?” Orion muttered next to her, his voice still raspy from sleep - or rather, a lack thereof. “I swear it was midnight five minutes ago.”

All Lizzie had to spare in response was a nondescript, muffled noise. That fact that even Orion, who was a notoriously early riser, had been broken from his sleep was telling enough as it was. 

“Me neither,” she sighed eventually, grumbling in protest as Orion switched on the lights. “It feels like I went to bed an hour ago.” 

She wasn’t exaggerating. With one toddler teething and the other convinced of there being a Chimaera hiding in his wardrobe, Lizzie had spent a greater part of her night getting out of bed than actually being in it. She would usually share parental duties with Orion, but he had a full day of Quidditch practice scheduled for the day, and the weather was supposed to be bad. Riding a broomstick in a winter storm was dangerous as it was, so Lizzie would rather do three night shifts on her own than let him fly unrested. 

“Do you feel ready for the day?” she wanted to know, watching him get out of bed and do some stretches to shake the last remnants of sleep. 

“There’s no such thing as being ready,” Orion declared, smirking as he caught Lizzie watching him. “When you’re willing to accept what fate has in store for you, you’ll face every challenge with gratitude and grace. Speaking of challenges,” he added, sitting on the bed and putting his arm around her shoulders, “are you sure you can handle the kids on your own? I could skip practice today and stay home instead.” 

Even exhausted as she was, Lizzie’s eyebrows shot up at his suggestion. “I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear that.” 

“It doesn’t feel right, stretching my wings when you are confined to the ground,” Orion replied, his expression earnest. “And today of all days, too.”

“It’s only my birthday, Orion,” Lizzie sighed. “How do you always say? Just another turn around the sun. Please don’t make a fuss about me.”

Orion smiled, raising her chin with his hand to give her a lingering kiss. “But I enjoy making a fuss about you, Chaser.”

Lizzie laughed as he nudged her nose with his. “And I enjoy the thought of you showing the Wanderers who’s boss on the weekend. The mere idea of the Magpies losing to Skye bloody Parkin because you stayed home with me would be enough to ruin my birthday.”

“And we can’t have that,” Orion said, moving in for another kiss. “We can’t have that at all.” 

It took Lizzie’s and Orion’s joint efforts to get their children out of their cribs, washed and dressed by the time the sun had risen, but the scenery in the kitchen was far from being peaceful. Dylan was grumpily poking his pancakes after being first gently, and then very firmly told that no, he couldn’t use the dog as his mount to ride through the living room, while Reva was busy drawing porridge pictures on the table of her high chair. Lizzie had just enough time to wrestle the spoon from her as she wound up to extend her artistry to the walls, resulting in big, tear-filled eyes and an ear-piercing scream. 

“You can still change your mind about practice,” Orion said sympathetically, his hand shooting forward to catch the bowl Reva had thrown after Dylan.

“No, I can’t,” Lizzie sighed, vanishing stray splatters of porridge from Reva’s hair. “They’ll scrap you from the roster if you don’t show up. It would be unfair towards the team to keep you here.” 

“You’re my team,” Orion said earnestly, drawing a small smile from Lizzie. 

“I know, but our other team needs you more than we do today.”

Orion glanced at their children, who were in the process of finding out whether or not they could kick each other from their high chairs. When Dylan grazed Reva with his foot, she threw her cup on the floor in protest. Both toddlers watched the chocolate milk spill across the tiles, then each other, and promptly began to cry. 

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“Well, I am,” Lizzie forced herself to smile, ushering away her cat Mouse and Orion’s dog Lyra before they could make short work of the mess. “You’ll see, we’ll be perfectly fine.” 

A few hours later, Lizzie had to finally admit that they were anything but perfectly fine. As soon as Dylan had realised that Daddy hadn’t just gone outside for a few minutes, he had begun sobbing from the bottom of his heart. Out of sympathy for her distressed brother, Reva had stopped gnawing on the back of her chair and started crying as well. After several failed attempts at soothing them, Lizzie had handed them a chocolate biscuit each and sent them on their way to cause chaos elsewhere.

It took her about ten minutes to regret her decision. An angry hiss could be heard from where Dylan had wandered off to, followed by a wailed complaint about “evil cat no wanna play.”

While trying to explain the concept of pets and boundaries to him, Lizzie had lost sight of Reva, who had found a worthwhile occupation. After adorning the windows with the contents of a stray tin of broom wax, she had begun decorating the walls with dog food, a trail of which now ran the length of the room at the level of Lizzie’s knees. 

When Dylan saw what his sister had done, he yanked the dog food from Reva’s hand, to which she responded with a scream that made Lizzie’s ears ring. Before she could interfere, a fistful of wet food landed first in Dylan’s and then Lizzie’s face. 

After separating the two squabbling toddlers and sending Dylan into the kitchen, Lizzie compelled Reva to help her clean the walls. They were about halfway done when the worst thing a parent could hear from their child in another room alerted Lizzie’s attention - complete and utter silence.

A lump of worry forming in her chest, Lizzie hurried into the kitchen with Reva waddling after her. Upon seeing Dylan amidst an assortment of spice cans, his curly black head dusted with an orange layer of what Lizzie could only assume to be curry powder, it took her a moment to determine whether she should scream, laugh, or burst into tears.

Before she had reached a conclusion, the sound of the cat flap drew her attention. Mouse had strutted into the kitchen with a tousled black bundle hanging from her mouth - a dead bird, Lizzie realised with a jolt of sorrow. 

Not in the mood to have a conversation about the circle of life, Lizzie moved in to take the bird off the cat, but Lyra was quicker. The black-and-white dog bounded towards Mouse, who raised her hackles and dropped the bird, which turned out not to be dead after all. Lizzie shrieked and ducked out of the way as it shot past her head and circled around the kitchen under the gleeful cheers of the children, Lyra yapping, and the clambering of plates as Mouse attempted to recapture her fugitive snack. 

“Merlin’s Godforsaken lousy beard! Immobulus!” Lizzie shouted and pointed her wand first at her cat, the bird, and then the barking dog for good measure. She climbed onto the kitchen counter, snatched the floating bird from the air and cradled it to her chest.

“Out, all of you!” she barked at children and animals alike after having relieved the spell. Lyra scurried away, followed by Mouse, who made a point of cleaning her paws before she left with her head and tail held high.

“I said, all of you!” Lizzie snapped at her staring children. Reva’s face scrunched up as her eyes filled with tears, but Dylan gently tugged at her sleeve and led her from the kitchen.

Once they were gone, Lizzie exhaled slowly and stepped outside, where she sat on the steps leading into their gently sloping garden. As gently as she could, she examined the still frozen bird for any sign of injury. To her relief, it seemed to be ruffled but otherwise unharmed. When she relieved the spell, it immediately began wiggingling against her hold, so Lizzie opened her hands and the tiny bird fluttered away. 

She watched after it until it was reduced to a small speck in the grey sky. She imagined how that little bird must be feeling; how exhilarating it must be to have the wind rushing through its feathers when it had thought that it would never spread its wings again. 

Suddenly, she had to think about Orion. He was probably in the middle of his last training session before lunch, racing across the pitch with the wind catching in his hair and the air so cold that it made his blood feel like it was on fire. 

She lingered on the thought, acutely aware of the pull of gravity keeping her on the frozen ground. All of a sudden, she felt like she couldn’t breathe anymore, as if the November wind was taking all oxygen away before it could reach her lungs. Lizzie hadn’t gotten the chance to change out of her pyjamas yet, so she wrapped her dressing gown around herself, squeezing her eyes shut to keep her tears from falling.

“Mummy?” 

She startled at the small voice sounding from behind her. Quickly wiping at her eyes, Lizzie turned to find Dylan and Reva standing in the doorway.

“Mummy fine?” Dylan wanted to know. He pointed at his bare feet and said, “Dylan no out.”

“Yes, I know, honey,” Lizzie smiled, sniffing slightly. “It’s too cold to go outside without your shoes.”

“Mummy wanna hug?”

At that, Lizzie couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Yes, Mummy would very much like a hug.”

“Then Mummy in,” Dylan decided. Behind him, Reva nodded enthusiastically.

“Mummy in!”

“Alright,” Lizzie said, laughing as both Dylan and Reva tackled her and wrapped their little arms around her as high as they could reach. “Let’s go and clean up Dylan’s spice pile, okay?”

“That a mountain, Mum.” 

“Of course it is.” 

They spent the rest of the day in as much peace as a cat, a dog, and two toddlers faced with a rainy winter day would allow. Lizzie knew a full day of Quidditch was exhausting, but she still breathed a little more lightly when she heard the sound of someone Apparting from their front door. 

A moment later, both her children stormed past her, greeting their smiling father, who went down to his knees to catch his kids in one arm each. Their excited voices turned into screeches of enthusiasm when they discovered who had come in behind Orion.

“Uncle Charlie!”

Lizzie was indeed surprised to see the ginger head and heavily freckled face of Charlie Weasley appear in the doorframe. He was holding a box with one hand and hoisting up a giggling Dylan with the other, while Reva clung to his leg. Lizzie waited until he had freed himself of her children before she could go and hug him as well.

“Last time I looked, there were no dragons in our backyard,” she laughed, even more so as Charlie playfully tugged on her ponytail. 

“Does it take a dragon to visit an old friend?” He raised the box he’d brought and handed it over with a smile. “Happy Birthday, Snidget.”

“What’s that?”

“Something I thought you’d appreciate.”

A wide smile spread on Lizzie’s face as she raised the lid to reveal the delicious sight and smell of a Bakewell Tart. She cocked an eyebrow at Charlie.

“Did you make this?”

“If it’s edible you mean? You have to find that out for yourself, I’m afraid. I’m just here to drop it off.”

“You’re not staying?”

“I can’t,” Charlie said and lowered his voice. “I have a date.”

“What? Who with?”

Charlie winked at her. “Two perfect little storms and the ice cream parlour.” 

Lizzie’s eyes flicked between Charlie and her beaming children. She shook her head. 

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?”

“It’s almost time for dinner, and they’re too much for one person to handle.”

“Come on, Puffskein,” Charlie laughed. “I’m a seasoned uncle who deals with dragons for a living. Do you really think I can’t take on two toddlers?” 

“Actually, that’s exactly what I think.” 

“Even little fledglings have to leave the nest and see the world every now and again. And the same goes for their mother,” Orion said and laid a hand on Lizzie’s shoulder.

“What he said,” Charlie agreed. “It’s your birthday, and no offence, you look like you need a break. What could possibly go wrong?”

Lizzie could think about a million things but before she had the chance to voice them, Charlie had already ushered Dylan and Reva, both of whom Orion had dressed already, out the door. The silence after they had left was strange to her ears.

“So, what would you like to do?” Orion wanted to know, snapping Lizzie out of her daze.

“I don’t know,” she answered with a frown. “What do you do on a day off?”

Orion laughed softly. “Whatever you want.”   

Lizzie tried to think of what she would like to do first, but suddenly found that she couldn’t; the concept of having an evening all to herself seemed utterly alien to her. When she told Orion so, he nodded and checked the time.

“How about we head to the pub, mix in with the Muggles and watch some football? The rescheduled Liverpool match should be on in a bit.”

Lizzie looked at him in astonishment. “You know about the rearranged fixture?” 

“If your club plays on your birthday, do you really think I wouldn’t know?” He gave her a small kiss. “Let me get your present ready, and then we can go.”

When Orion returned to the living room a few minutes later, he took in the scenery before him with a smile. Lizzie was fast asleep on the sofa, Mouse nestled against the curve of her belly. The cat raised her head and blinked sleepily as Orion sat down next to them. He was tempted to run his hand over Lizzie’s hair but didn’t want to wake her either. Instead, he summoned the book he had been trying to read for about a year now, but before he had even finished even the page, the exhaustion of the last few days made his eyelids grow heavy. 

A chuckle escaped him as something gently prodded his chest. It wiggled itself upward until the tiny head of the kitten Orion had carried hidden in his jumper peeked out from her hiding place. He had been told that she was no older than eight weeks, her small, scrawny body covered in shaggy, three-coloured fur. She looked around the living room, the expression in her one remaining eye part apprehensive, part curious.  

He held his index finger out for the kitten to sniff, smiling as she licked his fingertip once. Orion had found the tiny animal abandoned and screaming near the training grounds this morning. Thanks to proper medication, food, and a little bit of magic, the kitten had looked completely changed when Orion had come to check on her after practice. When he had learned that the poor thing probably didn’t have a home, he had offered to take her; if the universe had ever sent him a sign, it was a stray kitten in need of help on Lizzie’s birthday. 

“We’ll have to wait a bit longer to make you two acquainted,” he softly told the kitten, nodding at the sleeping woman next to him. “She deserves some rest, don’t you think?”

The kitten purred in what Orion took as agreement. Mouse was watching the newcomer with wary eyes, but when Orion looked over to her, she laid her bushy tail over her face, pretending none of them was existing in the first place. 

Shaking his head, he scratched the dog, who had jumped onto the sofa to inspect the kitten, behind her ears. Deciding that she was satisfied as long as there were head rubs, Lyra rested her chin on Orion’s thigh and closed her eyes. 

Feeling the tension of the day leaving him, Orion let his eyes wander over Lizzie, the dog and the two cats, and the colourful chaos of his home. Before sleep could carry him away, he thought about how excited he was to see Lizzie’s reaction to the kitten later. 

It wasn’t the most spectacular gift, but that had never been an issue with either of them. It didn’t take grand gestures to be happy, after all.

Sometimes, it was the little things that changed a world.

[as8bakwthesage]

Why I Write Stories

I have two stories from my life that I think beautifully illustrate why I tell stories, and why I think other people tell stories.

When I was a child, my sister and I would play with stuffed animals. We would even make the most scuffed home videos using my Vista laptop's camera with "Back to the Future" playing as the background noise. We literally recreated scenes from the movies using our plushies. Obviously, these videos aren't very good, but as children, we created so many intense and crazy adventures for our plushies to go on that it was so cool to us. We loved telling the stories, even if the audience was just the two of us. There were consistent characters with their own personalities and relationships, and there was so much passion behind our love for creating stories.

I think I was the one who mostly came up with the ideas with some input from my sister. I was always the strategist, the planner, while my sister was the person who could make things a reality. We did the exact same thing in videogames too. She was good at them, I wasn't the best at them, but I was a good strategist, so I would often help her with how to defeat a particularly stubborn boss in a battle.

Regardless of that, one of the reasons I tell stories is because I am passionate about them. I love writing and the act of storytelling. I like thinking about characters on a deeper level and how they engage with the narrative they are put in.

But then we get to the second story in my life. One that darkly contrasts against the above story.

In May 2022, my best friend, who I met online back in 2018 while I was living in Bosnia, who moved in with my grandmother and I in 2020, and who I spent so much time with and became an older brother to me... got into a car crash. He fell asleep at the wheel, and hit a pickup truck head-on. He was still alive when paramedics got to him, but by the time he arrived in the hospital hours later and was operated on, doctors realised that his likelihood of ever waking up was next to none. He died a week after he was admitted.

I think I contribute a lot of my healthier processing of that trauma thanks to one nurse who was with me in the ICU. I asked her if there was a possibility he'd wake up. She told me "the likelihood is so low, at about 7%, that no, I do not think he will wake up." Walking away from his bed was one of the hardest things I've ever done in my life. When people say "grief hurts," they meant it. It physically hurt to leave. But after I said my final goodbyes to him, I was asked if I'd want to come back to visit again.

I said "no." Because I knew that my brother was already dead. He wasn't going to wake up. I just knew.

And not four days later, when his life support was cut, I was relieved, unsurprised, yet distraught when he didn't wake up. I say relieved because I was also told that if he did wake up, he wouldn't be the same person I knew. He'd go through so much pain, needless suffering, and he'd be trapped with his abusive parents again. So when he officially died, I was glad he wouldn't be put through that. But what really just... fucking sucks is the fact that much like myself, he was also a writer and an artist. And he had stories he wanted to tell. He had stories he wanted to share with the world. And now, he'll never get to share them himself.

His death made me further confront my own mortality. My own eventual death - a reminder that we have a limited time on this world. I tell stories not just because I love the stories I tell and because I am passionate about them, but because I want to do as much as I can before I too inevitably die. Skyler's stories inspired me. They were clever and charming and funny. He challenged me, engaged with me, and talked to me about our stories. I don't think I'm ever going to meet someone like Sky ever again. And his own story inspires me, even his death.

We, as storytellers, write stories because we want to say something in our stories. We write because we are driven to create by who we are and who we know. No art is inherently without politics, and the politics of a story don't necessarily have to do with what we traditionally associate as politics. We are shaped by our experiences, by the people around us, and the society we live/grew up in. And good storytellers (and sometimes even bad ones) have something to say about our world, even if it's just that friends are great to have.

How many stories do you know that talk about love, familial, platonic, and romantic? What about stories about destiny and fate and inevitability? What about stories about revenge or justice, hatred or anger? What about stories about grief - a great loss of a loved one? What about a story about criticising the systems in which we exist as a society? The failures of government and cautionary tales? How many times could you relate to the characters' experiences? Feel their emotions as if they are your own? Understand what they are going through? I am willing to bet that every single person who has ever read a story of any kind could at least relate to at least one aspect of said story.

We create stories because we speak to a love for existence. Whether that is a past, current, or possible existence, we create them because we see ourselves and the world around us as concepts to be explored. One could say that we create stories just because inherently, humans are driven by stories, inspired by them, learn from them, or are terrified of them. Storytelling, throughout centuries of oral and written tradition, is how we keep our humanity alive. There's a sincere and honest love for who we are. There are connections to be made even across thousands of years because of that love.

Why do I tell my own stories? Because I love being human.

[kidmachinate]

The Slow Path to Back On Top

Is it possible to be both depressed and excited? When people cite the Dark Souls games or Bloodborne you have many that will tell you that **insert game here*" of the series saved them. The drive to try and achieve the unachievable while taking in the lore and getting sucked into the medieval or gothic worlds, to claim a victory when the odds are stacked against you...what a feeling that is. It's a long journey in which feels good and you legitimately learned in the process. Today we get the opposite of yesterday and one of the main theme of the blog of sorts. Truths told through gaming experiences.

Every time I'm in a rut, I'm reminded of a few things. How alone one really is when it comes to making a living. How few are actually there when you need it. Last but not least, an opportunity to appreciate that I do just enough (although just enough is a huge underestimation of all the planning that takes place) to make sure enough stays in place to have a place to live. The world could be falling apart AND without a place to go...so this too shall pass. Didn't go into Halo 4 just being instantly good at it, but went straight into Legendary difficulty. Didn't first get into Bloodborne and not spend several hours on the first real boss of the game before getting skilled enough to finally tackle it. The only "Mile High Club" I'm cool enough for wasn't without several failed attempts of a under two minute mission on Veteran in Call of Duty 4: Modern Warfare. While this all sounds attainable and I know it is, sometimes you just get tired of doing the thing. Being responsible. Planning ahead. Doing what it takes. The average person doesn't get to enjoy their life as they should due to having to work most of it and the ones that get away with it don't appreciate it as much.

My mind does loops around the same tired topics consistently wondering if things are gonna get better and they eventually do. The closest thing to stability comes when you can truly filter the noise, get ready to embrace the grind (for as much as no one wants to hear or do that) and come out victorious after say a decade of hard work. I haven't done what I'd like to have at this age but more than I've seen with others in certain aspects for future proofing life. Everyone needs a plan. Just recently I spoke with a family unsure of what will be happening with social security that they worked all their life for...because it isn't just friends and family you hope at times will be there. It's also the country, right? Don't hold your breath.

No one likes staring at progress bars but we all used to do it back in the days of Napster and Limewire, especially if you didn't have DSL and worked off dial-up internet. Sometimes, the wait is worth it. We tend to lose the plot, think about the wrong things, take on the wrong people. A future can look almost unattainable at times, but when you find the strength for that second wind, things become exciting again. You're always gonna fight your own worst critic (yourself) especially if you have mental health concerns, but you eventually come to realize and think about what makes you happy and that personal accomplishment feels good. Helping others feels good. Having that meal you worked a bit harder for feels good. Anyone who may have not worked hard for these things, try it someday. It's a different feeling. One that prepares you for what we truly need in life. Financial freedom.

All about money. Boring, right? Tell yourself that the next time something comes up you can't pay, and pray that whatever it is isn't water, electricity, or rent. Life is like a soulslike at times and you need to fortitude to not go hollow. Help in those titles are also few and far between. You also however, in some have both online help or assists. You don't have to do it alone. You just have to know where to look. Being inside our shell is nice and all, but we have to come out to get closer to a life we want to live, instead of the one many of us are forced to live.

[z-h-i-e]

Weird Questions: 5, 8, 9 & 13

I ended up saving some previous asks, knowing I was going to have an AMA (Ask Me Anything) coming up. And it's an AMA weekend, so now is the time to answer all these questions! (but you can still ask me more, either cheekily anonymous, or bravely under your name). Here's a quartet from a lovely anon! I'm going to answer them in reverse order to keep the answer for the last one under a cut.

What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy?

Incredibly difficult: Relationships between ex-lovers. I have no exes. I married the first, last, and only person I ever dated/had a relationship with, and we have a great relationship of 26 years. My parents have been together for 47 and married for 45. The only set of grandparents I knew were high school sweethearts who married after my grandfather came back from being a POW in the Korean Conflict. It's really been the relationships prior to that where there's divorces and widows who marry three times and lots of interesting stories that come with the phrase 'it was unheard of at the time' (Great-great-grandma D, I'm looking at you being in your 60s and marrying the 18 year old farm hand as your third husband--good for you, that's a queen move right there). So I have to rely on research and what other people tell me.

Easy: Many other things, because I'm a method writer--it means I do a lot of immersive writing. Example--I started writing some years ago that Finrod knits. When I got to a point where I was writing a lot of things about Finrod, it made me realize -- I should learn how to knit so I don't just half-ass it. I have now made four blankets and many scarves and something square and very rainbow and I don't know quite what I did but I like it. Anyhow, for most things, I go have experiences. I collect realia that fits the themes/scenes. I use ambient noise while writing if I can't get to an actual place to do the writing. I've learned how to kickbox, ballroom dance, bake and decorate fancy desserts, do carpentry, make paper, make ink, make clothing, been around alllll sorts of animals (many of the random encounters with wild animals aren't a thing I can really plan, but I've had more than I can count, and they've all been useful). I have some limits, but they are few (and probably strange, honestly).

Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know.

Yes. I've lived in a house that had two of them, and I had a very specific encounter when I was a teenager. I was working one day at the retail counter and the father of my boss came in. There was an older woman next to him. They were sort of conversing--she was doing most of the talking, he was just making grumbly noises. They never made eye contact. She was wearing all black, including a lace cover over her hair, which is how I even was watching, because her clothing was just unusual for the time period and for an afternoon of coming into a little retail store. He eventually got her back to the door, opened it for her, she left, and he came to fiddle with something behind the counter. When I asked him 'who was that?' he looked a little shocked, but told me it was "Old Lady (name redacted)".

About a week or so later, the store owner and his wife returned from vacation. They asked me how things went in their absence and I filled them in. When the owner said 'I hope my dad didn't bother you too much', I told him no, it was fine, he was just a little grumpy when Old Lady (nr) came in. The owner was like "…are you sure that was what he said? Because Old Lady (nr) has been dead for a while."

Of course, I had to ask his father the next time I saw him. He adamently denied having said anything to me, denied having had a conversation with anyone, denied the whole thing happening. Cameras were already wiped from the week by then, but then again--I don't know if I really wanted to check them. I replay it sometimes, watching them walking around and talking, them not looking at each other, her not picking anything up or touching anything--but she did look at me at one point.

So I did go look her up eventually.

She passed away in 1992 at the age of 88.

This encounter could not have been earlier than 1996, because I started working there in November of 1995.

Found a photo of her recently in a historical archive.

It's her.

Every time I go past, day or night, I glance over. I guess I'm waiting for the day I see her standing in front of the store or something.

What is your darkest fear about writing?

That after I'm gone, it'll all just disappear like it was never there at all. But this isn't just a me thing--it's a 'for everyone' sort of thing. Libraries and archives make concerted efforts to collect physical and other digital copies of literature--fanfiction doesn't get that same attention--but it should. It's a record not of what was profittable, but of what people were passionate about.

Do you have any writing superstitions? What are they and why are they 100% true?

Under a cut for mentions of death:

There have been a few times I've written scenes that ended up playing out in real life later on. Usually, these weren't a big deal. But I once wrote a scene (this is all original fiction) about a character being killed, and another character (that was loosely based on myself) having to go to the family of the character who was killed and deliver the news. A very short time later -- somewhere between two weeks and a month -- my uncle died, and I had to go to my parents' house to tell my father his younger brother was dead. It was absolutely one of the worse experiences ever, to have to comfort a parent who is sobbing and just keeps saying 'my baby brother is dead' over and over.

So, you will notice, when I write about death, it's off-screen in almost all cases. And I bring everyone back to Valinor -- Elves and also a lot of Orcs and eventually even Morgoth. Someone is always hurt when someone passes away, and I know that I use Valinor as the ultimate 'fix-it' place.

If anyone wants to pull more questions from the weird writing asks, here's the link to the list: https://www.tumblr.com/z-h-i-e/722293323480596480/i-still-have-two-more-from-the-last-one-to-get?source=share

[jack-nasty]

BBB Chapter 11:

"Party Preparation"

ears continue to flow down my cheeks as I storm down the stairs in a hurry. I don't have a clear idea of where I'll go, but I have a sense of security in the name that had just been thrown around. He still crosses my mind even still knowing he couldn't give me what I truly yearn for. I look up once I see my two feet hit the gravel of the apartment's lot. Like destiny, my wishes for saving come true when I see Grillby's blue car still parked, and himself patiently sitting with his window rolled down, as if he was waiting for me to join him. I quickly approach his car and I hear its doors unlock as I near the passenger side.           "Hey," Grillby speaks and my body unravels as I sit down and close the door. I don't reply to his greeting with words but with a sniff, as I attempt to catch my breath. He takes out a handkerchief, but instead of handing it to me he gently uses it to brush away my tears and snot. He directs me to slow my breathing and eventually, I do.           "I'm sorry if I caused all that noise."           "No..." I manage to get out, "That was not your fault, he can just be like that after a long day."           "I don't think you should allow him to get like that. His 'long day' ruins yours. It's not fair to you to have to put up with his attitude."           "I know how to handle him. You just have to let him win sometimes."           "Listen... you shouldn't be taking his heat, at least not in this instance. I—" He pauses briefly, considering his next words, "I didn't just overhear loud voices. Your window was open and I heard every line perfectly. Look—I'm sorry if you feel the same way about me as you do with him. I never meant to boss you around or take you from more important things in your life. I don't want to be the reason you miss out on opportunities for success. I really enjoy your company and love having you be a part of my life, but I can't be the cause of why a family is falling apart."  Grillby turns away, his hands still holding onto me, still comforting me. This reoccurring rush of guilt comes back.          "Grillbs, no—" I grab at his wide shoulders and tears surge through my sockets once my eyes move against the air. "You might've been our topic of discussion but fights like these happen all the time. It truly does not involve you. I can't imagine trying to survive without your support. You've been such a good help to me these past months but Papyrus doesn't see that. He doesn't understand what good you're doing because I don't show him my bad." These three words slip through my teeth and there's no withdrawing them after this moment full of intense emotion: "I need you." It comes out sounding desperate as more tears push through my skull. Grillby turns back to me with a soft yet eager smile. I wrap around him and we hug for a strong few seconds. I gasp for air because the dramatic occurrence brought more emotion into my sensitive state. I shift my body back into my seat and look at him closely. I rest my face onto his and they press into a kiss which turns into a few soft—but passionate—minutes of our lips latching onto each other.

Grillby consoled me. He had a few hours before he had to go to work but he told me he had a couple stops to make before heading back to his apartment where he requested I stay at. For the past few weeks, we invited some of our friends to his place and have sort of an opening party to celebrate Grillby's new and improved apartment—but mostly it was a way for us to make up for the times we had to miss out on social events to straighten out the house. I didn't mention it to Papyrus but it'd be a good place for him to understand me and Grillby's relationship. Maybe if he comes around in the next 24 hours I can convince him to show up, but I don't know if I'll be back home before the party starts tomorrow. 

Grillby unlocks the door to his apartment, he steps in after me. We put down a few bags with our decorations for the party. I'd begin decorating his place while he worked his shift. Once he left I started to hang fairy lights and paper garlands. I stepped off the stool I used to reach where the wall met the ceiling; my phone buzzed just then. It was Cole.

COLE: hey man!!! COLE: syd  and i are so stoked for tmmr

SANS: Hi Cole! I'm glad you're both able to hang out!! SANS: It's gonna be SOOO much fun :D

COLE: yea! COLE: i cant wait to see the happy couple heh...

SANS: Oh??? SANS: WHOOOO

COLE: haha, u and grillby dude! COLE: hes been talking about you nonstop to me and the other cousins COLE: im happy you two are back at it bc you both seem happier with each other around

I freeze, unsure of how to respond. Does Grillby really talk about me to his family? And so highly? 

SANS: You really think so? I guess I haven't thought about it xD

COLE: totally man ;) COLE: see ya

I exit our chat and see my most recent texts. I look at Papyrus' unread message from a few days ago, asking me if I had a class then. I debate texting him "Hey," or something just to start a conversation that might lead to an apology, but my plans were cut short when he sent "sans i'm sorry." I stare at the screen in shock at how he was able to text me right I open our messages. I respond with a short "Me too."

PAPS: sorry i got all pissed off about grillby. PAPS: he's an alright guy, i think i just used him as an excuse to get mad, and that's not fair to either of you.

SANS: No, it's okay! It's understandable. SANS: You thought I was skipping class and you probably had a rough day anyways... we were just the first people you came in contact with to let it out on. SANS: Neither of us blame you, I just hope you can forgive me for messing up so much! SANS: Take as much time as you need, I'll always be your bro :)

PAPS: of course i forgive you. PAPS: i just want you back home, i'm already missing you.

SANS: Oh, I'd love to be back home but tonight I'll be busy helping Grillby set up for this party we're throwing tomorrow. SANS: And it would be REEEEEEEEALLY awesome if you'd show up!

PAPS: i dunno... i'm not a big party monster.

SANS: If you don't show than you won't see me for a whole other day :( SANS: And you said you already miss me SOOO much...

PAPS: well i don't know if i miss you SOOO much...

SANS: But maybe enough to stop by tomorrow? ;)

PAPS: if that's what it takes :)

SANS: HEHE!!! Love you, Paps! <3 SANS: Don't worry, it'll be a lot of fun!!

PAPS: i'll hold you to it.

[sunnymihok01]

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Self awared! Reader cookie x Cookie Run Kingdom cookies

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During the fight between Dark Enchantress Cookie

“AH HAHAHA! Do you even KNOW what we are?!”

“We, Cookies, are…”

“Made to be EATEN”

“And the evidence of it all is with you for ALL this time”

“A certain cookie who wasn’t a cookie in the first place, but is an actual HUMAN who consumes cookies like us in their world!!”

“Baker cookie?! Is this true, oh please tell me dark enchantress cookie is just lying and is saying nonsense!?”

“Yeah baker cookie! Please tell us is she telling the truth”

“I hope everything that dark enchantress cookie is just lies, cause I don’t know what I will do if baker really is a human”

“Sorry guys… she is telling the truth but not all the truth”

“And One more thing to put into consideration…”

“You are the REASON why I am here and all the strange voices going inside my head”

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Cookie Run Kingdom Series By mihokosugar01

Tw: Some bad words and Probably some grammatical errors

Note: Reader is Gender Neutral in this story

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3 months before the battle between you and dark enchantress cookie…

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Beginning story mode…

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Now…

Your POV

As the day began to go from Morning to Afternoon, My Battle spree was almost to an end. Finally having a good team to eventually defeat this final boss at the latest chapter. So many star jellies have been wasted alongside the time I've spent on the game that I lost track of time. Well, to say the least, my mom notices it and demands that I finally have lunch since it’s like… Damn, what time is it? How long was I on my tablet playing this game?

HOLY CRAP?! I’ve been playing for about 5 hours straight!

That kind of explains the headache I've been having these past few minutes. I immediately stood up from my seat and was about to head out the door. Approaching the door, A sudden sound passed through my ears. A beep was coming from my tablet, so I decided to check if there were any important notifications in my tablet that needed to be seen. Closer and closer, the beeping noise gets louder and louder. Finally, reaching towards my tablet, a sudden bright glow has made its way towards me. Making me blind and unconscious in the process.

The moment I awoke from being unconscious, opening my eyes revealed to me that I was falling from the sky. Why was I falling from the sky? Is it some sort of deja vu? One thought to the other. The second I knew I was about to hit the ground, with that I closed my eyes to get ready for the instant impact of landing. As I landed, I opened my eyes to see that The place I was in was full of trees. I was confused on why I would be in a forest, then it came to mind that something unusual happened to me. When I came to take a look at my hands, it all made sense to me. I am now in a cookie run kingdom- but how on earth did this kind of thing even happen to me at this point? it's merely impossible for someone to even do this kind of magic that can force a portal to my world.

This is so messed up, but yet again it is a dream come true? I am not too sure about it but I am glad to be able to even be in the game. Hold on- how was i not hurt during the fall? Do I have magic? From what it seems, I might as well have powers! Good thing I didn't hit some trees earlier. HECK I DIDN’T EVEN FELT A THING LESGOO-

*WoOf WoOf WoOf*

I spoke too soon, what was that?! Don't tell me it's one of those cake hounds. The barking started to get louder and I was not prepared for the situation. Hell, i don't even know

what kind of special ability I can possibly do at this point.

*Growls and barking*

As I hid myself behind one of the trees, I was met with one of the bigger hounds who seemed to be very hungry and was about to bite my head off. With no hesitation, I immediately ran as fast as my cookie legs basically could. Heart beating fast, Mind racing, Eyes checking if the hounds are still there which they actually are that came to no surprise to me. With all the things that came to my mind like would this be basically the end of me or something. I looked back to where I was going and hit my head on a tree with full on impact. As I am still conscious, a sudden smell has reached my nose. It was a strong, flowery smell that I have never smelled before. It was very strong and overwhelming to the point of making me pass out from the strong scent. I can’t really say if it’s a cookie or probably a flower due to its similarities.

As the scent grew stronger and stronger, suddenly a figure appeared out of nowhere. Long White hair which was in a braid, A big long staff that seems to have a big flower on it. This must be….

White lily cookie, from what i've remembered so far about it was that one flashback of her and pure vanilla cookie. A glimpse of that memory of them filled my mind, meaning that the strong flowery scent was coming from her. The smell grew stronger as seconds flew by, the figure I saw wasn't very clear. But it did give me confirmation that it is really her by the colors I saw.

But second by second, my eyes started to shut very carefully and I was no longer yet conscious again.

White lily cookie's POV

More minutes have passed by and I still cannot remember what has happened to me. As more thoughts came to mind, I heard a young cookie screaming for help. Before I knew it, I saw a young cookie running for their dear life. alongside a pack full of cake hounds chasing after the cookie with eyes of hunger. It made sense to me that the young cookie is in need of help. With a few seconds of decision making I have decided to help the poor cookie. With that I cast a spell that would slow down the cake hounds one by one in order for the young cookie to be safe.

“Wait! Hold on for a moment, young cookie, let me help you!”

No luck, The cookie is still running

The moment I finished the last one, I was too late. The Cookie was already on the ground, half eyes closed and is still breathing which is a relief. It seems that the cookie bumped their head towards a tree while escaping. But by the time I went closer and was reaching my hand to them. Within seconds, The poor cookie was unconscious. It Must be because of my strong scent, oh this is the reason why I didn’t let that other cookie come closer to me. What was his name again? Gingerbrave isn’t? Anywho, I should take responsibility for this kind of situation. I can’t just let this cookie crumble here helplessly, that’s the only thing I can do… No I can’t do that, I still must know what happened to me back in the past

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“Beginning the Journey to saving Earthbread”

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Yo! Wassup! The name’s mihokosugar01 but you can call me Mihoko. Welcome to my first Crk Fanfic! Been working on this for months but FINALLY HERE WE ARE I FINALLY FINISHED IT OML THANKYOUMOTIVATIONFORCOMINGBACK. Ehem- sorry but anyways I really hope u liked my work cause like @simpysimps one of my dear darlings, is still new to tumblr Ehe. Thank you guys for reading and hopefully do the next chapter without taking a few months in working with it so yeah bye!

(Posted this on my last exam day huhuhuhuhu)

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[sarcasticslothy]

Don’t go, you’re half of me now

Tarlos Week 2022 Day 6 October 1st: “I’m too young to be a widower” + an emergency

The Fic in which Carlos has issues with TK's tendencies to being the hero.

Read on AO3

TK shuts the door gently behind him and freezes near the door, cradling his arm to his chest. He hadn’t expected Carlos to be home, let alone in the kitchen cooking like every night.

“Hey” Carlos turns to look at him for a second before he turns back to continue cooking without replying. TK sighs and feels like he is a dog with his tail between his legs as he makes his way over to the kitchen and sits on a stool. He watches as Carlos continues to ignore him, moving from one side of the kitchen to the other as he continues cooking. He tries to think of something to say that will decrease the tension in the air when Carlos finally speaks.

“Your arm okay?”

“Yeah. It’s fine. Just a few stitches” Carlos looks up at him and shakes his head before turning away from him again “I thought you’d come to the hospital” he adds, trying not to let it sound like he’s disappointed. He'd spent the two hours waiting to be seen, the cut down the length of his arm not considered urgent enough for immediate treatment. He’d expected Carlos to show up and even though Nancy stayed with him the entire time, it was hard to shake off the feeling that he had been abandoned.

“I had to explain to my boss how a paramedic got injured on the scene I was meant to be in control of” Carlos snaps and TK cringes at the anger in his tone. He’d stupidly thought that the time since the afternoon’s incident would have cooled his husband’s anger down from raging to simmering, but it seemed he was wrong.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles

“What are you sorry for, TK? Being reckless with your safety? Ignoring direction by police when we told you to stay back? Making me watch as someone attacked you with a knife? Or are you just saying sorry because you think that’s what I want to hear?” TK stares at him as his voice gets louder and louder. He’s seen Carlos angry, usually while working, but it’s still such a stark difference from his usual persona that it always makes him falter.

“I don’t know” Tk eventually settles with after a silence settles between them for a few awkward moments.

“Well, that’s just great,” Carlos says under his breath before he turns back to the stove, turning off the burner.

“I just wanted the girl to get out. To be safe” TK whispers and Carlos starts dishing out the pasta into a bowl before half throwing the pan into the sink, water splashing over the lip and onto the floor.

“Because I didn’t want that? I was just fine with her being in the same room as someone known to be dangerous with a knife?”

“I didn’t say that” TK argues back

“Well, it certainly seemed like it when you decided to ignore us and run in there”

“You can’t tell me that you didn’t want to jump in there” Carlos makes a frustrated noise in answer roughly cleaning the dishes in the sink.

“It’s not about what I want or what you want! What if he had realised what you were doing a few moments earlier? What would you have done then?”

“He didn’t. I got her out and he barely touched me before you were there stopping him. I’m fine” TK promises, slowly guiding his sleeve over the bandage on his arm, suddenly believing in the old phrase of ‘Out of sight, out of mind’

“I heard her screaming and then all I saw was him coming towards you with a knife. I barely got there in time” Carlos breathes, voice breaking at the last words. TK takes a risk and slips off the stool before walking around the island bench and moving next to his husband, close enough without touching him in case it’s not welcome.

“Everyone is okay, can’t we just forget about it?” TK reaches out and puts his hand onto Carlos’s wrist, wanting to believe that Carlos will turn to him and say everything is okay. Carlos looks down and shrugs his hand off before taking a step away from him. TK pulls his hand back and tries not to take the rejection too deeply.

“You don’t even think you did anything wrong, do you?” Carlos questions and there’s a split moment where TK considers lying but doesn’t want to add to his apparent list of missteps for the day.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. I did my job. That’s what I do, what we do”

Carlos gives him a sad smile before nodding and reaching around him to get the few pieces of cutlery out on the island and placing them in the dishwasher, pushing the door closed with too much force that TK hears the dishes rattle inside.

“I’m glad you’re fine, but I am so angry at you and I don’t want to touch you when I’m like that. Eat the pasta. I need some space” TK stares at the plate he has pushed in front of him, and TK realises that Carlos has made his favourite pasta, one that he never eats himself and TK swallows against the emotion rising in his throat. The idea that Carlos had been fuming at him had still come home and decided to feed him, his love for him surpassing his anger.

“Wait, Carlos, come on,” TK says and reaches for his hand as he passes by, gripping onto it tight when Carlos tries to pull it free “Please don’t leave”

“I’m not leaving” Carlos seethes “I don’t do that” TK flinches at the reminder, dropping Carlos’s hand immediately, a stab of hurt hitting his chest.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that” Carlos runs one hand down his face in obvious frustration “I just need to be alone for a bit okay?”

“Okay” TK whispers back and lets him go.

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He stays out of their bedroom, and waits for Carlos to come out, not even bothering with the TV when he realises all the shows he wants to watch, he watches with Carlos. It’s nearly 11 when he gets the nerve to look around into their bedroom, surprised when the room is bathed in darkness when he’d expected Carlos to still be awake. He spots him, fast asleep on his side of the bed, facing the window, and TK sighs at the thought that even his subconscious is angry at him. He sighs and backtracks to the lounge, lying down on the couch expecting a long night of staring at the ceiling.

Somehow, he falls asleep and wakes to a pain low in his back. The room is still only at half-light, a sure sign that it was still dark outside – too early. He tries to stretch out, knowing that he’s going to have to deal with being stiff all day. He rolls onto his opposite side and jumps when he sees Carlos sitting in the chair across the room. The streetlights seeping in from the window give him enough light to realise there is a shine to his husband’s cheeks.

“Carlos?” he asks, coughing to clear his throat when his voice barely comes out.

“I dreamt that I was too late. You died in front of me while I could only watch” He sounds devastated, and TK only then understands that the nightmare has probably been a repeat of what has been running through his mind all day. TK pushes himself into a sitting position and considers standing to go towards him but remembers the feeling of being denied only hours early so keeps the distance between them.

“I can’t apologise for something I would probably do again,” TK murmurs into the dark.

“Fine. Don’t be sorry for that, TK” Carlos swipes across his face clearing the evidence of any tears “But you must at least recognise that this could have gone very bad. Not just for you, but for that girl too”

“I saw a chance to save her. What if I didn’t take it and something happened to her? I couldn’t deal with that”

“And how am I meant to deal with you dying in front of me? ’m too young to be a widower, TK.” TK freezes, and stares at his husband, so small in front of him and he begins to understand what TK had put him through. He can’t regret saving someone, he’d done it for so long risking his life so many times that the danger of situations hardly seemed to scare him anymore, but he also can’t be responsible for making Carlos worry so much.

“She looked out the window at me. She was begging for help”

“She was getting help!” Carlos yells “We weren’t sitting around doing nothing! If I went in there and it went bad, would that have been my fault? If the guy had hurt her before we had gone in there, would that have been my fault?”

“No. Of course not” TK whispers and then sighs when he realises, he is losing confidence in his side of the argument. Carlos looks at him incredulously, hands out.

“You realise this doesn’t make sense, right?” TK gently nods and swallows down the emotion rising in his throat. He wants to sob with relief when Carlos stands and comes to sit next to him.

“It’s not just you anymore. You’re risking my life too and I’m not going to sit around when you decide to play hero when you shouldn’t be”

“I just wanted to help” TK gets out and Carlos finally wraps his arm around his hips pulling him so he can snuggle against his chest.

“I’m not asking you to change who you are, I love you. There are stupid risks and calculated risks. I know you just want to help people, but this could have gone badly so easily. You were so lucky”

“I know I was. I know” He relents and loops his arm around Carlos’s waist. He tilts his head and waits for Carlos to look down at him. “Are we okay?”

“Yes. We’re okay. I’m sorry for what I said”

“I think I might have deserved it” TK murmurs.

“Are you sure your arm’s good?”

“Yes. It’s fine. Really. I had Nancy follow me around until it was stitched up.”

“I know. I asked her to” TK pulls back from his position against his chest so he can look at Carlos in the eye

“You did what?”

“Just because I couldn’t be there, didn’t mean I would ever leave you alone”

“Here I was thinking she was sticking around for me” TK jokes and Carlos huffs out a laugh.

“She was going with you, I just made sure she stayed. We should go to bed. It’s still early”

“Did I really get you in trouble?” Carlos rolls his eyes and tugs them both up, leading the way to their bedroom.

“A bit. I think he was mostly just happy it was over with minor damage” Carlos stops against the wall of their wardrobe as TK changes in front of him “Well, minor damage for him. You being hurt is never minor for me”

“I promise I’m okay,” TK says as he turns, coming to stand in front of him and Carlos mumbles out a positive sound as he hugs TK against him for a moment. TK gives them both a moment, feeling Carlos take a deep breath and his shoulders relax more solidly against him. Eventually, they separate and Carlos releases him to head to his side of the bed.

“That couch might be better than the old one, but it still does a number on your back” TK groans, stretching to the side and then the other before following him into bed, pulling Carlos until he gets the message to snuggle in right behind him, not a space between them.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you out”

“It’s not your fault, Carlos. Stop apologising. You needed some alone time, it was perfectly fine.”

“Okay,” Carlos says against the back of TK’s head.

“Is it too soon to mention how insanely hot it was when you came and saved my life as you did?”

“Yes TK. Yes, it is. Sleep” TK pushes back against Carlos behind him and is rewarded with Carlos tightening his hold around his belly.

“At least I know if I do be a hero I have you to save me” TK mutters and feels rather than hears the hum of agreement Carlos lets out.

“You’ll always have that”

[jinxkinniegobrr]

Can I PLEASE request anything with Sevika/reader enemies to lovers ?

୭ bittersweet lovers ୧

Sevika x gn reader

warnings: mentions of killing(?)

summary: you fail a job, so Silco makes you and Sevika finish it but there's a lot of tension between the two of you

a/n: this is long,im not even gonna lie, im just very much in love w sevika and enemies to lovers is my favorite kind of fic so. Sevika may be a lil ooc, also u can tell im not good at titles im sorry lmao tysm for requesting!

It was dark and foggy in Zaun, the Last drop’s bright light flickering above you. Your shoes clicked against the ground as you made your way inside, feet dragging sluggishly across the floor.

Your eyes roamed across the place eventually landing at the bar, walking towards it in a languid manner. Your eyes met a pair of dark orbs following your movement, a gaze you know oh so well. Averting your eyes, you ordered your drink and watched unamused as Thieram worked.

After a short second you couldn’t help but trail your eyes over back to Sevika, only to see she was gone. You let your eyes roll before moving your attention to the drink in your hand, the flashing lights and blaring music fading away as you zoned out staring at the liquid in the cup.

You soon snapped back to reality when a robotic hand landed on the counter next to you, the drunks and high people scramming at the sudden noise, yet you didn’t even flinch, already knowing who it was. You looked over your shoulder, eyes meeting Sevika’s with a bored attitude.

A huff left her lips as she sat next to you,” You failed the simple task, didn’t you?” Her lip twitched in anger, fingers gripping the cigar she held. You let out a small scoff, staring down at the floor,” They got away. It wasn’t my fault, now scram.”

Sevika’s fist slammed onto the counter close to your glass, her face burning in fury,” Got away?! Do you know how much that can set us back? We need them dead! I could fu-” Her roaring voice was cut short by your hand meeting her face harshly, a deathly tension rising between the two of you.

She stared at you in surprise for a second, getting ready to go crazy on you but was interrupted by a shout,” Stop! The two of you can’t even be in the same room without tearing out each other's throats. You guys are going to go catch that person and kill them this time. Understood?” Silco’s cold voice was sharp, his eyes piercing daggers into both of you.

Mixes of grumbles and angry whispers escaped you and Sevika as you made your way out of the door, giving nods to your boss before leaving. The air nipped at your skin causing you to pull your jacket closer, giving Sevika a grimace.

It was dead silent between the two of you, neither of you had any words to say to each other unless it was directions or something that needed to be pointed out. It had been a day, you stood on top of a building, scanning the streets for the face of the person you needed, a frustrated growl scratching at your throat.

Sevika shared the same feeling, her shoulders tense as she sat behind you with her back facing your back. A groan left your lips before plopping next to her in defeat,” We’re never gonna find them. This is hopeless. They’re probably hiding.” Your voice was weary, shoulders slacking tiredly.

Sevika’s lips pursed in thought before she shrugged,” Im not being buddy buddy but..we’ll find ‘em we just gotta give it time i guess, even though we're running low on that.” A small chuckle escaped her, you looked up at her with a small smile before shaking your head, "I'm so tired I could sleep for about a week.” Your voice was flat, eyelids heavy.

She stared at you for a slight second, scooping you up in her arms making you gasp. She sat against a wall, making herself comfortable after putting you down,” we can rest here for a couple minutes, just don’t fall too deep into sleep.” A little laugh left your lips before leaning your head against her shoulder.

The two of you stared at each other for a second, eyelids growing heavier by the second. Her metal hand came up to brush a hair out of your eye, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks and shoulders. Her face was centimeters away from yours, her nose brushing against yours softly before she closed the gap between you.

The kiss only lasted a couple seconds but it made electricity spark throughout your lips, silence enveloping you guys as sleep took over your body, her fingers weaved with yours.