#yes its dr habit again

[trooly-ticklish]

Day four of Tickletober: Favorite tickle trope!

God, where do I begin with this trope... The feeling of excitement mixing with dread as you hide from your ler maybe? Or the way you have to hold your breath as they get closer...or to stop a giggle or whine as you hear them verbally tease you even as they can't see you. It's the anticipation, the adrenaline, the knowledge that when they do find you...you are going to get tickled. It's up to them for how long~

[fairysongs]

౨ৎ pretty scary﹕spencer reid .ᐟ

summary: you're having an awful day and your boyfriend is kind of the best person ever.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

includes: reader struggles with bpd, reader has slight mommy issues, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, depictions of overstimulation (NOT the sexy kind), reader has slight mood swings, established relationship, silly fluff, spencer reid is the perfect boyfriend, hurt/comfort KINDA? (reader is upset, spencer soothes her), lowercase writing sorry it's a habit/my preference, Fiona Apple Mention <3

word count: 3.1k

a/n: omg.. hiiii! this is my first silly post on this silly blog and its a very self-indulgent one as someone who has bpd and is told OFTEN how irritable i can get -_- .. im so nervous.com right now bcos ive never posted my writing on here but also excited..? yes yes.. on a huge spencer reid kick so if u liked this and have any requests they are open!! likes/reblogs/any feedback much appreciated :3!

today was just not your day.

the morning started out fine. it was actually kind of perfect. you spent the night at your boyfriend’s place, waking up just in time to see him getting ready for work. there was a smile that crept over your lips as you watched him adjust the tie hanging around his neck. you propped yourself up against the pillows as he caught your eyes in the mirror adjacent to the bed. your heart swelled at the sight of a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“why are you staring at me like that, weirdo?” there was a little morning gravel in his voice but his tone was lighthearted enough to make you giggle. you fell back against the pillows, tucking one under your arm as you kept your gaze on him.

“what? i’m not allowed to stare at my boyfriend anymore?” you replied, a yawn falling off your lips. he playfully rolled his eyes in response, walking over to your side of his bed. he sat at the edge, one of his hands brushing some of your hair from your face.

“actually, no. they just passed that law last night while you were sleeping through coraline again.” you bit your lip, vaguely remembering begging spencer to put that movie on only to fall asleep on his shoulder twenty minutes in. you can only assume at some point he carried you from the sofa to his bed. you blushed at the thought, as if he hadn’t done it at least twenty times by now. clearly you weren’t used to the ‘princess treatment’ he liked giving you.

“oh, my fault then. please don’t arrest me, mr. fbi agent.”

“it’s dr. fbi agent, actually.”

“right…” you giggled again, beaming as he smiled down at you. “do you know if you have a case?”

“paperwork day.” his fingers started tracing small shapes against the skin of your arm. “of course if that changes, i’ll let you know. but hopefully it won’t. you can come over again tonight if you want. maybe we’ll finally finish coraline.” his voice was soft, ringing harmonies in your ear as you let your eyes flutter shut in the comfort. “need me to take you to work today?”

you hummed, reaching out to your phone sitting on his bedside table. you quickly rechecked your schedule and shook your head. “no, it’s okay. i go in a little later. it’s close enough to walk.” you tilted your head as you felt him tangle his hand in your hair again. spencer scratched delicately at your scalp.

“okay, my love. i washed the clothes you left here the other day. they should be in the second drawer of my dresser.” you nodded in response as he leaned in to press his lips to your forehead. you caught his jaw in your hands and pulled him downwards, giving him a proper kiss on his lips. he laughed quietly as you both pulled away. “have a good day, angel.”

“you too, baby.”

well to put it simply you did not have a good day. you got ready for your job at a local cafe and made it to work fine. it was when you got there that it started going downhill. you genuinely loved being a barista. you definitely had the personality for it. friendly, outgoing, kind and patient. it’s actually how you met spencer in the first place. but sometimes it was hard. especially with certain needy customers. most of your regulars were chill. you were actually friends with many of them, always asking about the new things in their lives whenever they’d come in. of course, though, there were always a few bad apples.

like this one particular older man. he came in every now and then and ordered the same thing every single time. black decaf coffee with a blueberry scone. he was always in a rather grumpy mood, not even your tender words could help that. so this morning when you gave him a black regular coffee by an honest mistake he made sure to let you know just how stupid and idiotic you were. you stood there at the counter, expression apologetic as he continued to berate you. eventually your boss told you to go in the back for a bit while she took care of things.

you practically ran to the bathroom, locking yourself in the tiny space as you tried to control your breathing. you could already feel the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. you absolutely despised how sensitive you could get. through shaky breaths, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it with a small sob. you had a few texts and one missed call from your mother. one of the texts was from spencer, letting you know it was just gonna be a paperwork day and inquiring what you wanted to order for dinner tonight. the other texts were from your mother, reminding you about a family party that was coming up soon. there was another text after her missed call.

- Guess you’re too busy to talk. Just let me know if you can make it.

you closed your eyes, feeling the passive aggressive tone through the message. the best way you could describe your relationship with your mother was that she was both your best friend and your worst critic. she tried to support everything you aspired to do, but also hated the way you did them. it was... complicated but her text was enough to leave you in a sour mood for the remainder of the day.

you felt like you couldn’t catch up. you couldn’t get over that bump setting you back from having a good shift. your head felt like it was elsewhere and no longer attached to your body, your movements becoming monotonous and your words dull. to make things worse, your eighteen year old coworker was coming in for their shift an hour before you were leaving.

and you loved them, you really really did. often times you would joke about them being your work child, taking them under your wing. but they talked. a lot. most days you could keep up no problem but with the way your mind was on a downward spiral today, all you could feel was immense overstimulation as they yapped in your ear about the latest tv show they were binge watching. soon it was all too much for you to handle and you end up snapping at the poor kid.

“dude i’m sorry but i don’t really care. can we just be quiet for, like, five minutes?” you interrupted them mid-sentence, tired eyes looking over with a slight glare. you immediately softened, eyes wide with guilt as they looked towards you like a kicked puppy. you tried your best to stammer out an apology but was met with silent treatment until you clocked out.

they would soon accept your apology in the next coming days and you’d go back to normal because that’s how you guys were, but the guilt would eat at you for quite a bit. when you were a kid, your parents often praised you on how self-sufficient and respectful you were. in your adolescent years, with the help of an untreated personality disorder and your regular teen hormones raging inside your cage of a body, your behaviour would suddenly change. you found yourself more irritable. more prone to overstimulation. you internalized a lot of what you were going through because every time you tried to bring up your feelings, your mother would shut you down and it’d turn into a fight.

you expressed yourself through slammed doors and screaming matches. you bottled things up until they overflowed. it was how you handled the thunderstorms behind your skull. you would eventually get better in time, finally attending therapy and finding solace in little things like journaling. and when you started dating spencer, he helped a lot too. your brain could sometimes make a lot of irrational judgements and spencer would help you see reasoning instead. he was also insanely patient with you. especially in the first two months of you guys dating where you broke up with him upwards of five times. each time because you didn’t believe you deserved him. (you still don’t believe it, but at least now you’ve stopped trying to fight the good coming into your life.)

you would never forget the first time spencer met your parents. the night was going well up until dinner time when your dad decided to pull out your old high school yearbook. at first it was just classic embarrassment as spencer looked at your school photos. but then your mother, after one too many glasses of wine, brought up your old struggles with anger.

“be careful getting on her bad side, spencer!” she had said, waving a finger in the air. “she’s got a scary temper for sure! remember when we had to replace her bathroom mirror because she threw her hairbrush at it?" she spoke like she was a comedian telling her greatest joke in the world as she turned towards your father. "i can’t even remember what made her so upset! but i remember how expensive that fix was…”

“oh i’m sure i’ve dealt with far worse at my job, ma’am. i think i can handle her just fine.” he was quick to reply and the hand pressing on your bouncing knee beneath the table calmed any nerves of him looking at you differently. later that night he’d hold you as you sobbed in his arms, retelling different memories of your past. he made you a promise that he’d never see you as a bad person as long as you promised him you’d talk to him whenever you started to feel like one.

you were finally walking home after this exhausting day and it wasn’t until you were changed into your comfy clothes and curled in bed that you realized you hadn't texted spencer back at all. with your knees pulled to your chest and a low hum of a fiona apple album playing from your record player you reached across your bed for your phone. you had four texts from him and one missed call.

- Hi angel. Haven’t heard from you all day, just checking in. - Hi, you should be clocked out by now. Just wanted to know if you still wanted to come over? We can order from your favorite italian place. - One missed call from spencer ♡. - Are you having a bad day, my love? Or did I do something wrong? - I’m gonna come over. See you soon, angel.

your brows furrowed together at the last text, sent just about ten minutes ago. you could feel your eyes well with frustrated tears. you felt like shit for unintentionally ignoring him. you couldn’t even think of what to say to him, but you had to think fast because soon you heard a gentle knock at your bedroom door. with a sniffle, you stood to your feet and slowly opened it.

you met spencer’s eyes, they were desperately searching your face. trying to figure you out, trying to see what was troubling your mind. you hated it sometimes when he profiled you, but most times you were grateful he could just know when you weren’t doing okay. saved you the shame of having to actually vocalize your feelings. you stepped back as he entered your room.

“your roommate let me in. she said you went straight to your room after work and have been listening to nothing but when the pawn… by fiona apple.” he was still in his work clothes, the same ones you watched him get dressed in just that morning. felt like an eternity ago at this point. before you could even let your face fall to the ground, his hands were holding your jaw, tilting it upwards and keeping it in place. he always held you like you were made of glass. “bad day?”

“you could say that.” you words were short and you didn’t mean for them to be. you were just so exhausted. “sorry i forgot to text you back. it’s just been…” you let your words fall off, waving your hands in the air with an annoyed huff. you pulled away from his touch, slumping back into your mattress. he just watched as you ran your fingers through your hair, eyes shut tight as if you were trying to talk yourself down. he bit his lip, taking a cautious step forward.

“you look like you’re trying to compute a million things at once right now inside that little head.” he shrugged off the sweater draping over his work shirt, tugged off his tie and kicked his shoes off besides your bed. you laughed sarcastically at his words but bit your tongue from replying with a snarky comment. “did you know that one of the brain’s primary functions is to collect and process sensory information? it’s kind of like there’s a little guy in there, sitting at his desk and filing through every bit of information that gets thrown at you throughout the day.” your eyes were still shut but you felt a dip in your bed as his voice grew closer to you.

“when there’s too much sensory input, it can make the brain think there’s danger, sending off signals to the body to escape. that’s when your fight-flight-freeze response gets triggered. aka that little guy’s desk is suddenly on fire and every file has been thrown all over the place and the little guy, well, the little guy is running around screaming for help.” you feel two arms wrap around your waist and maneuver your body until you felt your head resting against the warmness of his chest. soon enough you also felt slender digits running through the locks of your hair.

“you seem to resort to a fight response i’ve noticed. your body feels like you can overpower the danger your brain thinks you’re in. resulting in intense feelings of anger. which can lead to irritability.” you feel him tracing shapes, the same ones he made on your arms earlier that morning, deep into the small of your back. he always did the same movement pattern and you always wondered if that was intentional or just a coincidence. “do you wanna talk about what’s going on in here?” he poked an index finger to the side of your temple. you shook your head. “okay. we don’t have to. but i will ask about it later, is that okay?” you nodded this time.

you didn’t realize it when it was happening, but the combination of spencer pulling you into his arms and his soft voice spewing factual information at you was enough to make your head feel almost empty. your body was melted against his, curled up in his touch. you let out a shaky breath, slowly raising your head, resting your chin on his chest as your eyes opened. “how did you do that?” you whispered, soft hues scanning his face as he just smiled down at you.

“a magician never reveals his secrets, my love.” you rolled your eyes, laughing quietly as his hand lightly brushed your cheek. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. your lips twitched in thought, a tiny frown suddenly taking over your features. spencer tilted his head. “what is it, baby?”

your eyes fell to focus on his chest, your finger tracing over the fabric of his work shirt. “do you think i’m scary? like… when i get upset?”

“scary?” he repeated, voice in small disbelief that you’d even feel the need to ask. “no, i don’t think you’re scary. i think you’re beautiful. and i think your mind can be pretty mean to you sometimes. but that’s not your fault. hey, look at me please.” you let him guide your head back up, eyes meeting each other again. he smiled at you and it made you feel warm. “why do you think you’re scary?”

your shoulder shrugged with an exasperated sigh. “because it’s what i’ve been told my whole life. when i get too overwhelmed and i just feel nothing but anger i… i feel like i can get mean and i hate feeling that way. like, i always get too snappy and i always say something that’s gonna hurt someone i care about and i…” your breathing hitches. your lashes quickly blink, trying to fight any tears from spilling yet again. “i’m so scared i’m gonna get that way with you and you’re gonna leave me.”

he was shaking his head, thumb swiping underneath your eyes at the few tears that betrayed you and fell down your cheeks. he sighed out your name. “i don’t think you understand just how much i love you. if you think i’d leave you at something so silly like that. you know, i started reading up on borderline personality disorder after that night i met your parents. i wanted to understand it more. i wanted to understand you.” he continued wiping away your tears as they kept falling.

“i can’t even imagine what you go through inside your own head every single day, but i can acknowledge how hard you’re trying to cope with it. i see it all the time. i see it in the kindness you like to spread to strangers. i see it in the way you push yourself to learn new things and the way you stopped beating yourself up if it doesn’t turn out perfect. i see it in the way you love me, and more importantly in the way you’ve allowed yourself to let me love you back. you’re such a beautiful person, my love. it’s okay to have bad days and it’s okay to let yourself be a little mean sometimes.” he laughed quietly, noticing the way your lips were fighting a smile. he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “as long as you just communicate with me when you’re feeling bad. that’s all i ask.”

you sat there for a moment, admiring the way his big brown eyes stared at you. your eyes fell for a moment before picking back up with furrowed brows. “i snapped at my coworker today.”

“the teenager?” you nodded. “ah,” spencer’s hand resumed circling around your back as he hummed. “they’ll forgive you, i’m sure of it.” there was a pause and then a small hum coming from his throat. “are you hungry? hm? let’s order some food.”

he ordered you your favorite pasta dish from your favorite italian restaurant and you fell asleep in his arms in the middle of coraline again. he couldn’t help but admire you resting so peacefully in his arms and continued tracing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again into your back for the rest of the night.

[earth2steve]

would love some eddie fluff! currentlydaydreaming about being his passenger princess

warnings: fluff! suggestive content. fem reader. 650 words

a/n: please talk to me/send requests anytime i am a chronic yapper!! thank u for reading <33

“you can get ink poisoning from this stuff, y’know. it like, seeps into your bloodstream. i could be dying.”

your arm, hanging out the passenger window of eddie’s van, is branded from wrist to elbow in sharpie doodles of spiders and dead flowers.

sparing you a glance from where his gaze is settled on the road ahead, eddie rolls his eyes so hard they might fall out of his head. “yeah, and sitting too close to the tv makes you blind. relax, sweetheart.” 

he’s got one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, kneading and prodding at your skin with ringed fingers. sometimes he'll drum along to a song on the radio or on loop in his head - today he just squeezes.

“i’m serious, you douchebag.”

“so am i. there’s no way thats gonna give you ink poisoning in one go. plus, you’re not allowed to die before me.”

you already have a retort bubbling beneath the surface, something about having poison control on speed dial, but sometimes its nicer just to let him talk. especially when he's so nice to look at. you can tell today was a hair wash day - it's dried all fluffy in the spring air and the sunlight turns it caramel.

“and i," he pauses, and with the kind of dramatic affectation that seems to come as natural to him as breathing, lifts one hand from the wheel; "am quickly building a habit of cheating death."

your heart swells in your chest. “lucky me."

he smiles at you, blinding, and you have to look away again in an instant. it’s so devastatingly handsome that you feel a little bit sick. 

“aww, honey - you're only saying that cause you just had my tongue down your throat.” 

he punctuates his words with another squeeze of your thigh. he’s right. your mouth still tastes of the dr pepper in his cupholder.

“stop talking shit if you wanna put it anywhere near me again.”

eddie pretends to lose control of the wheel then, voice pitching up two octaves as his steering hand slaps harshly at his chest. “near you? near you? you’re seriously understating my perversions here, sweetheart.”

the van barely wobbles, but your heart nearly falls out of your ass just the same.

"eddie!"

he drops the act a few seconds too late for your liking, smiling gentle and putting his hand back on the wheel. you roll your eyes and hide a smile into your lap.

“idiot. are we going out or staying in tonight?”

he thinks about it for not longer than a few seconds, sighing low and even. “whatever you like, angel. got a microwave lasagna with your pretty name all over it, if that'll sway your decision."

a little hum of satisfaction bubbles up from your chest and fills the air between you. eddie smiles at the sound like he’s just won an oscar. you want him to look at you like that forever.

“sure. just -uh, you’re sure you don’t mind being cooped up again? i know you haven't seen the guys in a while-”

eddie’s hand on your thigh squeezes tight around your flesh. the skull on his index finger brushes a lovely spot where the seam of your jeans usually indents.

“never. 's a crucial part of my mystique. 'where’s munson fucked off to?' nobody knows.”

he does a ridiculous little hand gesture as he speaks. it makes you want to pull over and kiss him silly. 

instead you settle for lifting his hand on your leg and biting the top of his hand affectionately. 

eddie sighs all dreamy like a disney princess, eyes flicking from the road momentarily to watch your teeth sink into his skin. 

“god you’re weird. i’m obsessed with you.”

your whole body lights up from within.

"good. take me home, and then we can circle back to those perversions."

"yes m'aam."

[thedarlingdearestdead]

Understanding

Ok I have a new hyper-fixation...

Summary: You are betrothed to Coriolanus Snow, rather against your will. At your engagement party you bitterly protest the attachment and so Coryo has to bring you around...

Warnings: Uh yeah, full on smut. R18. Dub!con/non!con. Bad Coriolanus.

Word count: 2,041

Part 2 on its way!

The marriage with Coriolanus happened so fast, it was completely out of your control. Your parents had, of course, been thrilled when they were proposed with the offer, the Snows were once again on top of the world, with Coriolanus joining the increasingly prestigious group of Gamemakers for the 13th annual Hunger Games. 

Now moving into his twenties, it was expected that the man found a suitable wife, and as the newly 18 year old heiress of one of the most wealthy old families still functioning, you supposed you must have been at the top of his list. 

You had not known Coriolanus in school, him being a few significant years older than you, but you had heard of him. His name had been everywhere even then. The handsome and reclusive Snow, with top grades in everything and not even a single scandal to be whispered down the gossip line. Until Lucy Grey. Until the games. Until those months when he disappeared from all sight before coming back with a splash. New heir to the Plinth money, apprenticeship under head gamemaker Dr Gaul, and on the unmistakable path to power and presidency. 

You didn’t much care for all that. You only cared that he had barely spoken to you, and yet your engagement party loomed, and you were set to move in with him that night. 

Your mother hung a dress above your closet for the occasion, a patriotic Capital red, you blanched slightly at the neckline and the dangerous slit on the side. Surely this would not be appropriate. “Mama, are you certain you have collected the right dress?” You asked entreatingly. 

“Yes dear, Coriolanus sent it himself, what a gentleman!”

Your heart plummeted, what a joke. 

By the time you were ready your car was already waiting outside, you had a feeling you had left slightly late, if the frowns of your parents were anything to go by. No matter. You doubted you would be much missed. You hadn’t been allowed a look into the arrangements or the guest list, you guessed it was just another opportunity for your ‘fiance’ to socialize with the upper classes, with his colleagues.  

But contrary to your growing feelings of insignificance, as you pulled up you saw the figure of a familiar young man. Coriolanus wore a fitted three-piece black suit with a bright red rose at his lapel. His blonde hair had been wrangled into respectable curls and his blue eyes glinted in the moonlight. But what truly took your breath away was the expression on his face. It was so tight.

As your car slowed to a stop, he moved for the door, first giving his aid to your mother and guiding her out, exchanging pleasantries and suffering her excited chatter, before moving to reach you. His hand was soft but gripped yours so hard as he all but pulled you out of the vehicle.

“Is it your habit, Y/N, to arrive so… fashionably late?” 

It sounded like a reprimand and made your heart beat into attention. The glamorous suit and charming smile that he wore on his face to your parents had such a threatening glint under the surface. You wondered at how they didn’t notice, chuckling softly, saying that yes, yes you had always been somewhat ignorant of keeping time. 

You saw the way his jaw clenched and you felt his firm grip on your arm now. “Well, let’s not keep your guests waiting. Shall we?” How dare he pose it as a question! He was already dragging you into the fold. 

It began in a blur of names, shaking hands and congratulations, all of which flew right over your head. Instead of paying attention to your audience you had instead attempted to track down some posca, soon nursing your glass in one hand, and letting yourself be led with the other. 

“And what a beautiful dress Y/N, perfect for such an occasion!” A couple from Coriolanus’ work had cornered the two of you by one of the tables and engaged you in conversation. Coriolanus smiled his twisted and charming smile, he, of course, remembered their names, asked after their children, her mother. 

It sickened you the way he played people, the way he played your parents. “Really?” You said in reply to the man’s compliment, “I wasn’t sure, it’s a bit bright and not entirely my style.” 

The man blinked at your dismissal of him. And Coriolanus went still. So you wanted something darker, he thought? He could certainly give you that. 

“What she means to say is that she wanted to try something new and special for this party, to begin this marriage as she means to continue it.”

By wearing his selection of dresses? By letting him control your every move? You flinched as he kissed your cheek. 

“Isn’t that right, dear?”

“Whatever you say.” You laugh and take a swig of your drink. His face stays mostly calm, but only you, in such close proximity to him, notice the twitch in his eye. 

From then he keeps a much stronger grasp on you, his hand never straying from your lower back as he trails you through the hoards of people, his trophy to show off. 

Walking past a buffet table, you lean over to grab one of the many sweet snacks, it was one of your favorites, a puffy red cube covered in icing sugar. Coriolanus was watching you, and he grabbed your wrist before you could place it in your mouth. 

“You’ll ruin your lipstick, you’ll be a mess.” He grimaced, a look of disgust crossed his face at the mere thought. You relished in it. You moved your hand back to the table, as if to put it back, causing him to release your arm. Just as he turned away to converse once again with some colleague, you snatch the treat back up to your mouth and revel in the tart rosy taste of it, feeling your lips coat with the white powder. 

His eyes caught the action and followed it as your tongue licked away the powder, his cheeks flush red in stark contrast to his growing frown. It brings a most dangerous light to his face, one that makes your body shudder as you clock eyes. 

He squeezes your waist threateningly. “Excuse us, please.” He says to the men he’d been talking with. He dragged you away through the crowd, not stopping for anyone else, only flashing that smile, faking an incident or rendezvous with his fiancee. He takes you down the side of the building, and stops, pushing you against the wall.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hisses at you, face inches from your own. 

His closeness sent you spiraling, and his strength began to make you panic. He truly had you trapped there, hsi to interrogate. 

“I… I don’t know.” You gasped, his forearm against your throat, cutting off air.

“Are you so determined to sabotage me?”

“Why shouldn’t I be? You’ve given me no reason to support you.”

“No reason?” He says quietly, “No reason?” His voice increases in volume, “You are my wife, that is your only reason, your only job.”

“I am not your wife yet.” You almost spit it into his face. 

“Oh really? That’s not what the paperwork says.”

You shook your head desperately, “I haven’t signed anything.”

“Why would it need your signature?” He sounded genuinely confused, as if the thought had never entered his mind. A contract, your life had been given away on a contract. “The wedding is but a formality. You need to come to terms with this or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

His furious eyes blaze into your own, so full of righteousness, of power. It terrified you. You were so certain that he would act now, hit you, or scream at you, that you didn;t expect what happened next. You didn’t expect his lips to be on yours. 

He kissed you harshly, banging your head into the brick wall behind you, making stars swirl in your head, behind your eyes. It hurt as he dug his fingers into your waist, as he searched for the slit in your dress, and yanked it up your body. It hurt as he grabbed your thighs, picking you up effortlessly and holding you up completely. And then it didn’t. And then nothing did, and your body filled instead with an intense wave of unrelenting pleasure. 

“You’re unbelievable,” you gasp.

He barely let you breathe as his mouth attacked yours and his fingers ravaged your clit through your panties. It felt so good. Despite everything it felt so good. You whispered as much and moaned whenever a break in the kisses occurred. 

He didn't stop, didn’t slow until your body relaxed, until your forehead fell against his in a silent unwilling gasp. 

“Don’t you see it could be good?” He whispered right next to your ear. He kissed the soft skin underneath it, “It could be so good.”

And then he dropped you, and as your legs were weak from your orgasm, they failed to catch you, and you fell onto the ground. You looked up at him, your hooded eyes full of confusion and lust and desperation. There was a smirk on his face and desire was still lighting his eyes. 

“If you let me do whatever I want to you, y/n. If you accept that you belong to me.” He said it so simply, so matter of fact. He offered his hand to you, clearly ready for you to be compliant. So you swat it away, and stand up by yourself, ignoring the slickness between your thighs and the shaking of your body. 

It was clearly the wrong move. Fury burned in his eyes once again and he grabbed you by the waist. Twisting you around and turning you to face the wall. Your hands snatched out to stop your collision with it as he once again worked at your skirts. His breath was hot on your neck and you couldn't help the way your body was already reacting to this change. You could hear his every move, your heart raced as you heard him undo his belt. 

Working down your underwear, he kissed your neck lightly, surprisingly gentle when he eased himself inside you from behind. It was too much, it felt much too good. One of your arms reached back to try and touch him, and he responded by grabbing your hand in his before placing them both against the wall as he started to thrust inside of you.

“Are you going to be good for me?”

All you could do was moan as he settled himself deep inside of you, hitting all the right spots with a relentless precision. His grip tightened on your hand at your sounds which only got louder as he pounded into you. Tears leaked from your eyes, from pain or pleasure you couldn’t decipher. 

“Shut up. Shut up, or do you want them to see you like this?” He slowed his movements, returning his mouth to your neck. “Do you want them to see me using you? It’s not like they don’t know it already. You seem to be the last one to catch on” 

He released your hand and moved both of his to your waist, he pulled you backwards, making you bend even more obscenely against the wall. From this angle he was hitting you deeper, and it took all your effort not to let out a guttural scream. 

He seemed to enjoy this angle too, speeding up and becoming harder by the second, you could feel it. You felt all of him with his every movement and it was intoxicating. It became all too overwhelming when he came inside of you, it was blindingly hot, you felt all too full as you clenched around him in response. You scrambled for purchase against the wall but he pulled you back up to him, embracing you from behind to catch his breath. When he stepped back to pull out of you, he did so slowly, to watch his cum slide out of you onto the floor, to watch it trail down your legs. 

“Do you understand now?”

[ennaku-sirri-da]

[ Comic ID: Fancomic of the game Smile For Me set many years after the game. It currently features Putunia Mollar and Dr. Habit. The style is fast and loose, sketchy, flexible and toony. It is uncolored with any filling-in only being done in grayscale.

There is a doorframe decorated with drawn, splashy-looking flowers. A bit of the name 'Boris' is seen engraved. Now the small bell beside the florist's door is jingling as someone walks in.

Habit, here has grown out a beard that's littered with flowers, present in his hair as well. He looks up with a little question mark and turns, a smile forming. " Ah!" He says, with a smiling emote.

" Hell-o Petoonia!" He greets an older Putunia walking in, taller and with a hoodie, freckles. She has a withdrawn posture as she strolls in, hands in pockets. The ajar door reads ' Boris Floris'.

She shuts the door behind her. She speaks in allcaps throughout, " Whats up, Uncle Boris?" He replies with a surprised emote and characteristic spelling errors, " The sun! But is setting very fast. " She laughs, looking more relieved. He offers with another smile emote, the same type of errors continuing throughout " Would you like a soda pop? Lemonade?"

Putunia stands a little distance from him, bent over. She calmly replies, " I think I'm good." Habit is hunched over on the floor, shifting boxes of "Miracle Grow" and "Meal", a few flowerpots seen beside him. He squints with an eyebrow-raising emote, " ...Hmmm" "What's that face for?" she asks. Habit trails off in a silence.

He gets up, dusting off his hands and adopting a more weary, concerned face. He gets to the point, " I can tell there's a sad in your heart. " "Okay, you got me." " Did something happen?" She gets awkward, "Uhhh...."

The next panel shows her face changing over three shots seperated by vertical dividers. First she looks off vacantly to the side. Then she closes her eyes, face wrinkling slightly as she breathes a long sigh. Finally she looks down to the other side, unhappily. " They called."

A dark shading covers the background next. Putunia looks a little more angry as she continues, "My parents found our landline somehow...I should've just hung up the moment I realized. " Habit looks on in worry at this revelation, holding what looks like paper in one hand. End ID]

Page 1 This is turning out longer than I'd expected as I've got 2 more pages like this and counting but anyway! Comic about older Putunia dropping by Uncle Boris's shop for a chat. [Text under cut:]

Panel 1: -jingle jingle-

Panel 2: Habit: "?" "Ah! :-] " (? Ah! -smiley emote-)

Panel 3: Habit: "Hell-o Petoonia!" (Hello Putunia!)

Panel 4: Putunia: "WHAT'S UP UNCLE BORIS?" Habit: "Th-e sun! But is setting verry faste. :-O " (The sun! But it's setting very fast. -open mouth emote-) Putunia: "HAHA!" Habit: "Wuld youm like a sodie pop? lemomade? :-) " (Would you like a soda pop? Lemonade? -smiley emote-)

Panel 5: Putunia: "I THINK I'M GOOD." Habit: "....hmmm ',:-/ " (....Hmmm -raised eyebrow emote-) Putunia: "WHAT'S THAT FACE FOR?" Habit: "......"

Panel 6: Habit: "Eye can tell there's a sad in your heart." (I can tell there's a sad in your heart." Putunia: "OKAY...YOU GOT ME." Habit: "did soemthing habben?" (did something happen?) Putunia: "UHHH..."

Panel 7: Putunia: "..." "siiiiiiiiiiiggghhh." "THEY CALLED."

Panel 8: Putunia: "MY PARENTS FOUND OUR LANDLINE SOMEHOW... I SHOULD'VE JUST HUNG UP THE MOMENT I REALIZED."

[queenshelby]

Chemical Reactions (P. 11)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy as J Robert Oppenheimer x Student Reader

Warning: Age-Gap, Infidelity, Smut

Words: 3,456

Note: The fic is spoiler free and my own fantasy and imagination. It is not historically and scientifically accurate.

Previous Parts: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7; 8; 9; 10

Notes for this part:

In this part I have tried something new and written it from two perspectives.

One of the perspectives is that of the reader as she arrives at the Four Seasons Hotel and has an intimate and long overdue encounter with Robert.

The other perspective is that of the two army officers listening into the reader’s encounter with Robert. I have given these officers the names Officer Nichols and Officer Kent. The Officers will later joined by General Lesley Groves and the perspective of these officers is written in italics.

A new encounter…

An hour before you knew that Robert was due to arrive at the Four Seasons Hotel, you checked in to the room he had booked for the night, thinking that this would give you enough time to get ready.

The room itself was more luxurious than anywhere else you had ever stayed before and there was even a bottle of champagne on the nightstand for you both, which you thought was a nice gesture. “With compliments” it said on the note left in front of it and, whilst you were keen to open it, you ought it to be polite to wait for Robert.

With that in mind, you chose to spend the entire hour prior to his arrival to get ready for him, stripping off your clothes and then heading in to the bathroom before starring at yourself in the counter-to-ceiling mirror adjacent to the basinet.

Knowing that Robert desired you, you smiled as you studied your naked reflection before, eventually, you picked up the bar of fresh soap which had provided by the hotel, taking in its scent. It was rose scented and smelled more luxurious than anything you had washed yourself with before, making it perfect for you to use in a hot warm bath.

***Listening in***

“What’s wrong?” Officer Nichols asked as he watched Officer Kent turn off the listening device for a short moment of time.

“She is turning on the tap” he pointed out to his superior who looked his colleague with confusion.

“So?” Officer Nicholas asked before he turned the device back on so that he could hear what was going on.

“It’s the bathroom, sir. With respect, we should give this poor woman some privacy. She is having a bath” Officer Kent pointed out but Officer Nichols clearly did not care.

“This is a matter of national security and I have clear instructions from General Groves to make note of every word spoken between this woman and Dr Robert Oppenheimer in so far as the project is concerned. This includes anything she mumbles to herself while washing her fucking hair. Now listen and make notes…” Officer Nichols instructed and, of course, Officer Kent agreed to follow his orders.

“Yes Sir” he thus said to his superior before continuing his investigation into your bathroom habits.

***

Without knowing that you were being listened to and, after adjusting the water, you stepped into the tub and spread the soap luxuriously over your body. You inhaled the spicy, floral aroma and thought about Robert’s hands on your body which were what you missed the most. You missed his gentle, passionate, and erotic touch along with his kisses and the feeling of him being inside of you, making your two bodies become one.

You needed him to touch you again so desperately and, just as you ran your soapy hands over your hardening nipples, you unconsciously closed your eyes and enjoyed the memory of how turned on you had been when Robert made love to you last.

As such, you slipped your magic fingers down your smooth stomach and pressed one teasingly between your waiting lips with the subtle urge to masturbate growing. But then, suddenly, remembering the things that were about to occur, you reluctantly stopped touching yourself and rinsed off. You wanted Robert to be the one to make you cum and knew that he would not have appreciated you making a start without him.

You thus stepped out of the tub and wrapped one of the luxurious towels around your body before you walked, still dripping, into the bedroom and, just as you glanced towards the bed, you noticed that there was a new suit-bag standing in front of it.

“You are early” you then heard a familiar voice say to you from behind, which is when you turned around and saw the man you had been waiting for.

“So are you” you told him in response as Roberts took your hands in to his and looked deeply into your eyes.

“I missed you” he then told you with great desire in your voice and our reply was simply to place your lips on to his and give him a long and passionate kiss, which he returned with enthusiasm.

Your tongues were soon dancing around each other's mouths and you decided to drop the towel in a haste as you kissed passionately, furiously grasping at each other with your hands, unable to kiss fast or deep enough to satisfy your wants.

***Listening in***

“Sir?” Officer Kent asked while taking off his headphones momentarily. 

“What is it?” Officer Nichols wanted to know and, by this point, he sounded somewhat annoyed.

“With respect, I don’t think that their relationship has anything to do with conspiracy against the US government” Officer Kent pointed out, seeing that you and Robert were clearly about to engage in intercourse rather than a discussion about bomb or communism. “I think they are just lovers” he thus pointed out but Officer Nichols did not care.

“She wouldn’t the first spy to use these kind of techniques Kent. Keep listening” Officer Nichols argued, but Officer Kent was still reluctant.

“Sir, I am not going to listen to…” he thus said before being interrupted by his superior again.

“I expect you to do your fucking job” Officer Nichols said which was the last discussion they had until, several hours later, they were visited by General Groves.

***

Still not knowing that you were listened to, your kissing continued like this for several minutes while your hands were tugging against Robert’s clothes and his hands were roaming your naked and still somewhat wet body, passionately touching every bit of exposed skin he could reach.

“It’s been way too long Robert and I can’t wait any longer” you murmured against his lips as you managed to get your right hand between you and him and find his already erect length inside his trousers.

“Neither can I. I can’t stand being without you” Robert told you and, by that time, he had moved his mouth down to your neck and then your breasts which were glistening from your bath.

“You have absolutely no idea how much I graved this” he then said before he was alternatively licking and kissing your naked flesh, eliciting a moan from deep within your throat.

“I think I may have a slight idea, going by the letters you wrote me. Some of them were quite explicit Robert” you teased in between moans as you let go of his cock and used your hands to work on his jacket and shirt, removing them both.

“And what did you do with the letters?” Robert then asked before a gasp escaped his lips.

“I masturbated to them before hiding them beneath my bed, which is where no one can find them” you smirked seductively and Robert’s pleasure was expressed with another bout of amorous kissing.

“You shouldn’t have kept them Y/N” Robert told you before he gave your breasts the attention they so craved.

“I had to Robert. It is all I had from you for three fucking months. I had no idea where you went and I know you cannot tell me anything, but I missed you. I missed this” you told Robert through several quiet moans as he went to work on your breasts while you unbuttoned his shirt some more and virtually tore if from his body before dumping it alongside your own clothes.

“I need you to fuck me Robert” you then whispered said as you took the opportunity to kiss his nipples too and then worked your way down his torso to his stomach, fully intending to unbutton his trousers and release that snake trying to force its way out the fly. Robert, however, had other ideas and he gently lifted you onto the bed and laid you on your back before he stood there open mouthed for a few seconds, looking at your naked body.

“You are stunning and I can’t wait to make love to you again” Robert then said before, eventually, he lowered his head in between your legs.

“Spread your legs wider for me, so that I can taste you” he told and, as soon as you complied with his request, Robert buried his tongue in your already sopping wet pussy.

At the first touch of his tongue, you let out a moan and then a gasp as he moved to your clit and began sucking and flicking your little knob.

“Fuck, Robert” you groaned and, after having been abstinent for about three months, you were not ashamed to say that your first orgasm happened within minutes - the first of several that afternoon and many since.

The orgasm started as a familiar tingling feeling deep inside your tummy, moving down to your womb and finally to your love tunnel. As it moved south your hips began to gyrate and Robert had to use both hands to push you down until you finally let out a loud moan and your love juices flowed freely from your pussy.

Robert clamped his mouth over your gaping hole and sucked out every last drop before moving back up the bed to give you another passionate kiss.

“You taste even better than I had remembered” Robert then told you after your lips drifted apart and you were quick to announce that, now, it was your turn.

“Let me repay the favour now, professor” you smirked and Robert voluntarily rolled onto his back on the bed and looked into your eyes with anticipation.

“I missed this” Robert acknowledged as you unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers. With some help from Robert they, and his boxer shorts, were soon cluttering up the floor and he led there with his length standing to attention just waiting for some action.

“So did” you told him as you positioned yourself between his legs, leant forward and tickled the tip of his length with the tip of your tongue.

Robert groaned loudly and, given the way he jerked, you could tell he liked that but before you took him fully into your mouth, you wanted to tease him a little more so you moved up his body to kiss his belly button which brough your breasts into contact with his very hard member.

“That is very sexy” Robert groaned as you swayed slightly and your nipples brushed against the head of his cock and you were rewarded by a smear of pre-cum on your breasts, which you licked off whilst looking into his eyes. Moving back down you licked your tongue up and down the length of his cock a few times before opening your lips and swallowing him into your mouth.

“God, that’s it Y/N. That feels so good” Robert groaned as, with up and down motions of your head, you sucked on the length filling your mouth and heard some gratifying noises coming from this beautiful man.

Whilst mouth fucking his cock you used your right hand to fondle his balls until after a few minutes he lifted your head.

“You better stop or I won’t be able to control myself” he told you and you knew that he wanted to be inside you when he came.

“Do you want me on top?” you thus asked and, after he nodded his head and answered with a simple “yes” you moved to straddle him in the cowgirl position.

“What a perfect view” Robert acknowledged as you positioned yourself directly above his cock and reached between your legs to open your love tunnel for him.

“Oh god. Fuck” was all you then managed to say with a loud moan as, in unison, you sank down onto him as he pushed up.

The feeling of his cock pushing into and filling your pussy was immense and once fully inserted you just squatted there for a few moments to savour the feeling before starting to slowly move up to the point his cock head was still just in your pussy before sinking back down again.

“Fuck you feel so good” you moaned loudly as your inner labia lips were very sensitive and Robert's bulbous head was soon doing the trick and your movements became faster and faster until he had to start working with you to keep himself inside.

Your love making was frantic and loud. Groans and moans were filling the room and, after about twenty minutes of this action, you could feel yourself starting to orgasm again.

“Oh god Robert. I am so fucking close” you cursed and this spurred him into even faster action and the familiar feelings were rapidly building up inside you.

“Cum for me” Robert groaned and, as he reached up and pinched your nipples, you went over the top in a rush, a rather noisy rush.

“Oh my fucking god” you cried out as you came hard and, when your walls began to convulse and your body started to shake, Robert too let go of the built up tension in his loins.

“Fuck” he simply groaned as he jerked upwards again while tumbling over the edge himself, which is when you felt a jet of hot cum burst into you and explode against your cervix.

You moaned again and Robert kept up his thrusting until he was completely spent which is when, after a little while, you lifted yourself off and Robert’s length slid out of your love tunnel.

“Jesus Christ I fucking missed this” you cursed as you could feel your combined essence drip from your slit, arousing you all over again just you laid down next to each other, panting.

“Well don’t think I am done with you yet. We will have until midday tomorrow before I have to leave and see my wife” Robert explained while lightening himself a cigarette and you sat up in order to finally crack open the bottle of champagne.

“Your wife is not someone I want to talk about Robert, so don’t mention her again” you lectured him before pouring yourself and Robert a glass of champagne.

“I apologise” Robert said while sitting up straight and taking the glass from your hands while you snatched the cigarette he had lit from his.

“Now tell me, how is your thesis on dark matter coming along” Robert then wanted to know which is what you talked about for an hour before engaging in some steamy intimacy again all while being listened to by army officials.

In the end though, after several hours of love making, you finally laid on the bed in the spoon position, with Robert's hands on your breasts and your hand on his semi-hard length, and fell asleep.

It was a very satisfied sleep until an hour or two later you were awoken by the sensation of having your breasts massaged.

“You can’t get enough, can you?” you teased as you began to stroke Robert’s cock and turned your head towards him.

“Never” Robert confirmed before kissing you again, passionately, and full of lust. 

With just a few hours of sleep, your passion certainly had not abated and Robert soon lifted one of your legs to give him access to your pussy. You felt his finger enter and gave a little moan, followed by a slightly louder one as a second finger entered you. He soon found your G-spot and went to work, finger fucking you whilst tweaking your nipples at the same time. Not content with this he used his thumb to rub your clit, which started you off again.

"Not with your fingers; put your cock in there" you eventually whispered and this was a request he willingly went along with. As his cock found its way into your pussy his fingers replaced his thumb on your clit, where they performed magical deeds adding to the feelings you were already having.

Robert now started kissing your back and neck, nibbling your ears and sucking on the lobes, so that you were feeling totally consumed by the act of making love with him. A few minutes later Robert pulled himself out of you and rolled you onto your stomach then raised your ass into the air to give a perfect angle for his cock to fuck you from behind.

“Oh god Robert. Please take me” you moaned, thinking that this was the sluttiest position of all as, to you, it suggested that the woman is totally subservient to the man and at that moment that was exactly how you felt.

Robert began with long slow strokes which, as before, steadily got shorter and faster until you had to begin to sway back and forth in time with him to keep you both coupled. Every time he thrusted into you, you could feel his balls slap against your clit and that was very erotic.

After a while, you felt him lean forward and his hands came around your body until he had a grasp of your breasts, which he began to knead and pinch again.

“I am so close” you moaned as this whole experience was having the desired effect and your orgasm began to build.

“So am I" was Robert’s reply and almost immediately after that you climaxed together and you felt more of his sperm fill you, but only this time it seemed to go on for ever as spurt after spurt exploded into you, right against the entrance to your cervix.

Moments later, you collapsed into a big, spent, heap on the bed; both breathing very heavily but managing to continue massaging each other's bodies before getting some more rest and even another few hours of sleep until, at around 5 o’clock in the morning, there was a knock on your hotel room door.

“Open up Robert. We need to talk” you heard a familiar voice of an angry General say, speaking heavily and frustrated, causing you to break out in fear for the inevitable.

[tianasficrecs168]

Venom fanfic recs

A black dot • means it's a one-shot

A heart ♡ means it's focused on Sexy times (it's pure filth PWP, or like, a plot focused on getting to the porn part lol)

Wildehack: “Intra-personal negotiation” (Eddie/Venom) • How fucked is that, that a compromise that ended with eating raw shark liver under the Golden Gate Bridge in the dead of night is probably the most interpersonally mature he’s ever been? Intra-personally, Venom corrects, not really paying attention.

Arahir: “Wrapped around your finger” (Eddie/Venom) • Venom goes about love in every wrong way he knows how. Thank god for late night television. “Me. They invited me for dinner,” Eddie insists, trying again to make his hair look some specific way in the mirror. He’s given up and started over three times. It’s a double date. Like on that show. “What—what are you watching that there are double dates? Jesus. I should cancel cable. Make you read a book instead.” No!

Impertinence: “Something Like A Pipe Bomb” (Venom/Eddie) Eddie already had enough problems, what with being a busy reporter with an alien parasite, when he caught one of his neighbors holding a fridge above her head. Now he has twice as many problems, including a kid who won't stop treating him like the big brother she never had and a moody alien parasite. Or: you can totally secretly pine while sharing a brain with someone else, as Venom and Eddie are both determined to prove.

Pepperfield: “That blessed arrangement” (Venom/Eddie) • That’s us, Eddie, Venom says suddenly, with a bizarre amount of intensity. We’re like these two fools. Eddie squints at the screen for a second before he understands. “What, married?” Venom is well aware that they live in a romantic comedy. Eddie isn’t, but he’ll get the picture eventually.

Dezemberzarin: “The no dating policy” (Venom/Eddie) • a two-shot series What’s the point? Eddie glances around to the other people hurrying along the sidewalk, lowers his voice until he’s muttering into the collar of his jacket. “I like sex! I want to have sex again in the future, so you’ll have to find a way to deal with it.” If you say so.

xzombiexkittenx: “Nice to Taste” (Venom/Eddie) • Eddie doesn’t do well when he thinks the symbiote died in the fire. He doesn’t tell Dan that suicide is the reason he’s in this mess in the first place. He didn’t go to the Golden Gate Bridge to throw Anne’s engagement ring into the water, he went there to throw himself but got distracted by Dr. Skirth’s messages and justice against Drake instead.

Tuesday: “Terms of Endearment” (Venom/Eddie) • In which there are accidental pet names, Eddie leaning into being in love with an alien symbiote, and an ill-advised kidnapping. — The first time Eddie called Venom dear, it was automatic. They were shopping, and Eddie bypassed the freezer section to pick up some chocolate first. Venom said, "Don't forget the tater tots." Eddie, well-trained by more than one serious relationship in his life, said, "Yes, dear."

Ottergirl: “Heartthrob” (Venom/Eddie) ♡ • He feels encompassing when Eddie says that, he feels like there's no end to him. All that affection in Eddie's voice and the knowing, knowing he wants to be with Venom, wants to belong to Venom. Eddie calls Venom by a pet name, and Venom likes it. Maybe a little too much.

MercurialTenacity: - “Nightlife” (Venom/Eddie) ♡  • Eddie is soft when he sleeps. During the day he’s wound taut, one thing or another always running through his head and keeping tension in his muscles, but when he’s asleep - oh yes, when he’s asleep his defenses melt away. All the hard edges smooth out, his body goes all loose and pliant, and his mind mellows into the background. Venom loves when Eddie sleeps, and he does it for hours at a time. Sometimes even eight or nine. Nine whole hours, and Venom has its host’s warm body right there to explore.

Redredribbons: “Storms” (Venom/Eddie) • The Symbiote struggles to understand human habits and biorhythms. Especially Eddie's, when his own brain seems intent on sabotaging him.

Stereobone: “No Idea That You’re in Deep” (Venom/Eddie) ♡  • If the last eight months have shown Eddie anything, it's that foresight is not his strong suit.

Surveycorpsjean: - “Lovesick Baby” (Venom/Eddie) Eddie spent his whole life alone in his head. Now he’s not sure he could ever go back. Sometimes, you want things you shouldn't.

[seeminglydark]

how much of his experiences with Caro does Johnny remember rn in SD? Is he getting them back at all?

Spoileryish stuff under the cut for his memories

TL;DR: Initially he remembered almost nothing about it. But now, he remembers that they were a cheerleader and they were friends and he had feelings for them. He remembers the supernatural things. He remembers Caros family was horrible and he wanted to help them, and that he couldnt. He doesnt remember finer details. kisses or hand holding or that they dated. he knows these things because hes been told but the memories arent his right now. but things are coming back.

Long story long RIGHT now at this moment in SD, it still vague for him but he is slowly getting things back. He remembers a cheerleader (he makes reference to a 'cute little cheerleader' in the Creaky chapter that Caro confirms was in fact them.) PTSD, Trauma and brain damage from both abuse and actually physically dying for a short period all contribute to Johnny having a lot of blank spots and fuzzy details in his memories of childhood/teenagehood. He remembers Caro was his neighbor after he puts together that Caro and Carrie are the same person (which takes a bit longer for him since they look and sound a little different these days and his memory of them is distorted, he has no pictures or anything to remind him. There is a scene in Mil-Liminal where Maddie shows him a yearbook photo and at least the part that he knows them QUITE WELL comes crashing back.) He does not remember they did have a chance to become 'official,' and actually dated, it happened so close to his major injuries/brush with death, but he does know it happened at this point, cuz Caro's told him. Things do come back to him, if he's reminded, for instance, Caro being trans now reminds him they told him about it once when they were kids, that it was something he knew about. Caro having their attack the night he hangs out with them reminds him they've ALWAYS experienced the supernatural. he falls into patterns with them that he did when he was younger, such as the way he sings to them or held them because of habit and familiarity even if he doesnt exactly remember. He's slowly putting the pieces back together as they are presented to him. i was asked while writing this reply if he has sense memory, and yes, caros scent, the feel of them, songs they liked together, if he ever gets into the Datsun again, all those things play into it. He does NOT remember the pendant Caro wears. Or that he gave it to them. Or that it was even his. When Caro speaks of him in the podcast, and he listens to it, he does not realize its him they are talking about. When they tell him it was about him, he actually still has a hard time believing that someone could speak about HIM in such a poetic and yearning way. Theres many things he remembers, and many things he knows because hes been told, but he does still have a hard time distinguishing which is which. I do want to note that there is inconsistencies in SD when it comes to these two, mostly because their relationship wasnt actually supposed to be canon, and Caro wasnt supposed to be in SD at all, its been a fun challenge to tie things back together with it, when i first started making the comic, I decided I'd leave room in my narratives for me to be creative and change up original concepts and even the way i draw if i wanted too as long as the Main Story was consistent, which helps keep things fun to create for me, especially for something ive been working on for 6 years! I'm actually touching on Johns memories in i think next months episode of SD, (it can be read early on Tapas's Early access with ink right now) so theres definitely more about it coming up <3

-RJ

[copaline]

WOO! WIP WEDNESDAY!

ISTG this has been a long and exhausting week. BUT I MADE IT! I hope to get a lot more writing done this weekend, fingers crossed!

@man--eater (I know I'm hogging the spoons but GIMME YOUR WORDS!)

@sunsetofdoom (You're just out here being a menace and you know it)

@i-prefer-base-twelve (Ma'am are you alive? The council is worried about you.)

@punedrr (Ok midterms should be over. TELL ME YOU GOT SOMETHING!)

@ancharan (After that stream? I want, nay, demand all the doodles and or writings!)

And as always, if you see this and want to join in, please do! Consider yourself tagged by me! The banner is free to use!

Back on the Horror Vacui bandwagon! Making progress on the upcoming chapter 10:

Leaf was well acquainted with pain. Psychological, emotional, physical… her experiences ran the gamut but she had never considered herself much of a masochist. The complex variety of pain’s flavors were lost on her. Truth be told there was surprising little that could genuinely hurt her anymore, so the pain was just another futile exercise in unpleasantness. So why was it she once again found herself unconscious and gritting her teeth to bear it? As though to answer, Ford's smiling face flickered in her mind. That's right.  This all happened because she was an idiot. Leaf didn’t fight the pull and effortlessly fell away into the abyss. If she went deep enough away, she could muffle the pain behind ice cold nothingness. Far away where everything felt numb, there she could think properly and take stock of the damage. It certainly looked bad. Bill had added his own twist on the impact, but most of the destruction was simply the universe taking its due. Meddling always came at a price, the only thing Bill had done was give the thing shotgun physics.  That little cheat with the Neverwere and Dr. Dipper had landed her three broken ribs. Then there was the dimensional skip, more temporal distortions, breach of contract, obstruction of death, soul prisage, liminal bleeding, spatial breakage, misappropriation of potential, even more temporal distortions…  The Axolotl might grin and look the other way, but Time Baby was surely throwing a tantrum over it. Hence the pain. Idly she wondered if this time the damage would be extensive enough to kill her. If anything could manage to take her out, it was probably this. However, a cursory glance at her injuries showed that none of them were life threatening. Agonizing and inconvenient? Yes. Deadly? Not even close. How disappointing. Leaf sighed only half-joking. There was a comfort in the familiar notion that everything and everyone eventually came to an end. It would be rather nice to have death find her in the comfort of her bed instead of in a battlefield. A peaceful end… that's all anyone could ever hope for, wasn't it? She drifted in the darkness longing for dreams to materialize and fill the nothingness. They would never come. Yet another thing she’d lost in the exchange between mortality and the eternal. ‘Mostly human’ was not human enough to dream.  Dealers had little use for dreams. Those little bursts of inspiration were reserved for more malleable creatures that could continue to change and grow throughout their lifetime. Leaf was already everything she would ever be.  Things had been different when Bill was around. Every night, he had a habit of singing lullabies and unwinding the coils of existence. His gift was to allow for even more possibilities than what reality granted. She had dreamt back when Bill was still around. Back when everyone was still around…

[radioactivereads]

bros cuddles (hlvrai)

summary: the science team is Tired and they Cuddle . thats it . lol

a/n: im a tommy kin and i was having a hard time sleeping so i wrote this a few months ago . its all platonic. also bubby is hard to write

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The dripping sound of the pipes was pounding in his head. Every noise felt elevated to the highest degree. Tommy stared at the ceiling, sitting against the wall of the Black Mesa floor, the chill of it feeling like it sunk into his bones. Around him the rest of the crew slept.

 In his brain’s constant quest to identify patterns around him, the science team's sleeping habits were now familiar.

Gordon always slept curled up on his side, tense in his sleep. Tommy had hoped his dreams would allow him an escape from how on edge he always seemed to be, but after noticing that he wasn’t so sure. 

Dr. Coomer and Dr. Bubby often stuck close together, and they were no different now. Coomer liked to sleep on his back, even if it did make him snore, which Bubby complained about, but he also liked to prop his head up on Coomer and lie next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s stomach and muttering in his sleep.

Tommy wasn’t quite familiar with Benrey’s sleep patterns, only catching them napping in the middle of other conversations, or once when he woke up and they were still asleep. They seemed to sleep wherever was most convenient, which was often just wherever he was when they got tired.

However, none of these patterns soothed him in this moment. He found himself struggling to sleep more and more. The sounds of all the weapons echoed in his mind. Each day he was dealing with much louder sounds than what he’d become accustomed to.

He wished Sunkist were here, if only for the selfish reason he wanted to hug her. Her soft fur always helped him fall asleep, and she’d often curl up next to him or by his bed, guarding him from threats, real or imaginary.

But it would be dangerous for Sunkist to be here. Despite her immortality, Tommy always worried that the exact moment she got hurt would be when she suddenly would stop being immortal, or maybe she’d forget she was immortal and maybe that would make her not be anymore.

His dad was nearby, he knew that. He’d been watching more closely these days. Whether that was because of Tommy, Gordon, the ‘incident’, or maybe a mix of all of them, he couldn’t be sure.

He- again selfishly- hoped it was because of him, though he knew deep down that was probably not the case. 

His feelings about his father, the ‘Gman’ were complicated at best. They’re his dad, and he loved them, sure, but the recent reappearance after many years of absence was a big thing to get used to.

His father was busy, yes, but Tommy had always hoped they’d have more time for him someday.

But they never did, and Tommy had stopped hoping.

Tommy didn’t exactly want his fathers “comfort” at the moment. His dad was not very good with emotions like comfort, and Tommy knew it’d likely make things worse.

Tommy was only startled out of his thoughts when someone snapped their fingers in front of him. He scrambled back quickly, but realized it was only Bubby, who was squatting in front of him.

“Jeez loueez no need to be so jumpy!” Bubby scowled, but Tommy had learnt he often did that, and it was not indicative of his mood.

“Sorry…” Tommy muttered. His gaze flicked to Dr Coomer, who was still lying on his back, pawing at the air in his sleep and muttering something about a championship and some sort of gaming console.

Tommy wondered what he was dreaming about before turning back to Bubby.

“You look terrible kid, you should sleep”

Bubby was quite blunt.

Tommy bit back a retort, knowing Bubby was much better at that than him, and it wouldn’t be very smart to start that kind of fight.

“…I can’t sleep” Tommy complained “it’s too much- I-it’s way too loud in here. Even if- even when it’s quiet”

Bubby sat, thinking seemingly

“I usually use Coomer as a pillow” he began, Tommy didn’t inform him he already knew this information

 “but when I focus on his snoring it helps me drown out the sound of anything else”

“But how do you- how are you sure you’re gonna be safe all night then? If nobody’s keeping watch over you”

Bubby waved a hand

“You all are very loudl. If something happens I’m sure I’ll wake up to Gordon yelling his head off”

“…I guess so…” Tommy still didn’t feel convinced.

“Why don’t we try to find a noise that you can focus on?” Bubby offered. Tommy sighed but nodded

“Yea… Usually I have Sunkist a-and she helps me feel safer…” Tommy hugged his knees, and Bubby was lost in thought.

“...Say, you like Wikipedia right?” “The- The free online encyclopedia that anyone can edit?” Tommy looked up hopefully

Bubby grinned. It wasn’t like how people were supposed to grin, Tommy thought. It was more like a chimp bearing its teeth, but he’d learned that was just how he smiled.

Bubby walked over and nudged Coomer with his foot. Coomer muttered about gloves and Bubby rolled his eyes (Or, Tommy assumed he did. He couldn’t quite see behind his glasses.)

Bubby picked up Coomer and carried him over, dropping him on the ground. Coomer jolted and yelled something about ropes, but Bubby tapped him and he calmed down.

“Oh, Hello Dr. Bubb-” “Shut it! That one’s still sleeping” He jabbed a thumb towards Gordon, who stirred a bit.

Coomer’s voice was quieter, but not like a whisper, more like someone had used a remote to turn the volume down.

“Coomer, recite the boy a wikipedia article!” “Wikipedia, The Free Online Encyclopedi-?” “Yes, yes that!!”

Tommy tried to get comfortable on the floor, but it wasn’t working very well. Coomer lied back down, resting against the wall, and Bubby lied down next to him, resting his head on Coomer’s side.

Coomer noticed Tommy’s struggles and kindly patted the spot next to him, offering Tommy to share the space. Tommy was hesitant, he wasn’t very used to any sort of physical contact. He hadn’t had many friends, let alone ones who wanted to be affectionate with him. 

He hated to admit it, but he still flinched whenever Gordon put a hand on his shoulder.

Coomer was the exact opposite however, constantly poking, hugging, and messing with other people, so Tommy suspected it was very normal for him.

Awkwardly, Tommy scooted closer, resting his head on his side, and Coomer put an arm over him. It was very comforting, he had to admit.

“A Chair Is A Piece Of Furniture With A Raised Surface-” Coomer began reciting, and Tommy felt himself relax. 

It reminded him of his dad. Gman would recite OSHA guidelines, rules, and encyclopedias to get him to sleep, whether because he thought it would bore Tommy into tiredness or because he genuinely thought it was interesting was beyond him, but Tommy had grown a liking for them regardless.

As he listened to Coomer ramble on, his mind wandered.

His dad was nearby, and he was safe. He shouldn’t worry about that. Even if it wasn’t as direct as Sunkist’s guarding, Tommy doubted his dad would let him get hurt.

But he didn’t just have to worry about himself anymore. He willed his tired eyes- which he hadn’t realized had closed- open, and his gaze tiredly flicked to Gordon, who was still curled up. He looked to Coomer, who was still reciting the entire page, reading out each resource link letter by letter.

“Hey Dr Coomer?”

“Yes, Tommy?”

“...Can we uhm- Can Mr. Freeman join us? He’s- he looks… cold” 

Coomer’s eyes squinted in a strange sort of smile. “The More The Merrier!”

Tommy stood and walked over to Gordon,  and very gently reached down, tucking his arms under Gordon’s, and lifted him up, careful to not wake him. Gordon stirred a few times, but ultimately Tommy was successful. 

He sat down, moving Gordon to be close to the pile. Tommy curled up by Dr. Coomer again. Bubby was already asleep, and contrary to what he said, he was the one snoring it seemed. Tommy hadn’t noticed that before.

Coomer continued reading out the link he was on, while Tommy’s eyes slowly closed. The dripping of the pipes was merely a background sound now, and easily filtered out. And though he felt the cold of the room threatening to chill him, he felt so warm next to his friends.

This was nice. Tommy appreciated the group's company, of course, but as of late it’d felt… Better than before. Tommy realized in this moment that they were his friends. They cared about him, and they’d help him.

Tommy smiled tiredly, curled up by Dr Coomer and Mr. Freeman.

The cold had passed, and only warmth remained.

He hoped it would last a long time.

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i assume you'll be coming for blood (that makes two of us)

Chapter 7

Ao3 | 3.2k Words | Sweetheart's POV

TW: Conflict, discussions of injuries, chronic pain, crying... lots of crying.

Davey Shaw was a quiet, shy man who had the unfortunate habit of running himself ragged for others. It was something you could empathize with, but having that attention pushed to yourself was uncomfortable. After that initial healing session, Davey slept for twelve hours. His core was exhausted from the amount of healing magic he’d poured into you. You didn’t even know shifters could be healers. The fact that he had managed to heal as much damage as he had was either a testament to his considerable power and skill or proof that he was going to get himself killed trying to help others. Perhaps a bit of both, 

After emerging from the upstairs bedroom, looking ragged and still exhausted, he banished Milo to go get some rest and assessed you gently in the momentary privacy of his living room. He let you ask questions as he worked, rotating each of your joints, checking the scars, prodding your chest to make sure it was still intact. 

“How do you know Milo?”

“Old friends.”

“Where did you learn to heal?”

“D.A.M.N..”

“Did Dr. Collins teach you?”

“Yes, actually. I took four or five classes with him.”

“Did you like him?”

“He was… unconvinced of my ability, but ultimately an excellent teacher.” 

“Man, you’d think… because of…”

“Actually, that’s why he was hesitant to recommend me as a paramedic. He knows how his magic is limited, so he knows how mine is too.”

“You’re a paramedic?”

“Part time.” 

Davey’s bedside manner seemed to rely on his patient. He answered each of your questions, some more thoroughly than others, but all honestly. You didn’t know how you could tell that. Maybe it was just something about him. 

After affirming to himself that your lung wasn’t going to collapse in the next few minutes, he helped you stand. You had your forearms rested atop his, your grip shaking and unsteady. He muttered words of encouragement, corrected your posture, told you how to hold your weight. 

“You’re really good at this.” You winced, gazing straight ahead like he’d told you. It put you in the unfortunate position of essentially ogling his chest. You struggled not to let that be your most prominent thought.

“Thank you.” You stared up at him expectantly. Davey caught your eye for a moment before pursing his lips and nodding. “More words.” He breathed, as though to himself. “My father was in a car accident a few years ago,” he explained softly. He shifted so you rocked your weight back and forth, wincing every time you rested over your right leg. “I managed his recovery.” 

“He’s okay now?” 

“Mostly.” Davey nodded. “He has some chronic pain in his leg. He has good days and bad days, but mostly, yes, he’s fine.” 

“Will I…” you pursed your lips against the question. It felt silly, childish. You didn’t want to appear weak in front of him. But then again, you were unable to stand without help, half blind, and your guts were currently rearranging themselves inside of you. You didn’t really have a choice but to appear weak. You leaned into it. “Will I be okay?”

Davey took a deep breath, rocked you back and forth a few more times before helping you lower back down onto the couch. His dark eyes found yours and held on. You didn’t dare look away. 

“You’re going to be different.” He said. “And you’re going to have to live with that.” 

Davey dug out a cane from his medical supply cupboard. It was silver and clinical, and he adjusted it down from its highest setting to its lowest. With one hand in his and the other braced over the cane, you managed to stand. He showed you how to use it, that you had to brace it on the opposite side as your injured leg, which felt unnatural to you at first, and how to swing it along with your stride. In the solitude of Davey’s living room, you took your first, unsteady steps on your own. 

Two days later, when you gained enough energy to be uncomfortable with continuing to take Davey and his mate’s hospitality, you relented. It was time to deal with the fall out of your bad decisions. You started with the easiest one of the bunch. You didn’t care what Jet thought of your little excursion, and you didn’t care to appease his emotions in regards to your behavior. He was your Captain, and not blameless in all of this, as Milo reminded you readily. He was the one who sent you half cocked into Rebane territory after one of the most dangerous rogue vampires in the last century. He was the one who sent you after this shade alone in the first fucking place. You were sure, with conduct like that, he’d make Commissioner before the year was out. 

As evening rolled around, Milo retrieved one of his cars and picked you up. Davey’s mate produced a set of their own clothes for you. They fit better than Davey’s, and their simple, professional style was appreciated. Davey and Milo hovered over you as you walked- limped- to the car. You let Milo catch your arm when he grew nervous, and threaded your fingers into his. You didn’t need his steady form to hold you up, but he needed to know that you wouldn’t fall out under his nose. You could give that to him.

You did not, however, let him follow you inside. He opened the car door for you, help you stand, and stared up at the imposing, dark building like it was the enemy. 

“Stay out here, please.” You asked, you ordered. 

“And let you go in alone? Sweetness, I’ve got your back.” 

“I know.” You nodded. “But I don’t think I can do this in front of you.” 

Jet’s office was still lit up by the time you made it through security and made it to your bullpen’s floor. You were grateful that the floor was mostly empty. A few of your peers glanced up at your arrival, their eyes hungry on your cane, your gate, the scar marring your face. 

“Jesus Christ,” Jet breathed when he got a look at you. For a guy with little care for your wellbeing before this moment, he jumped quickly to pull out a chair for you. His face ghosted white as he took you in, his mouth agape and unsure. For the first time since it happened, you were glad the shade had left such visible marks on you. It served Jet right, having to look at what he’d, in part, done to you. 

“I quit.” You said, unceremoniously. Jet balked at you, halfway through reaching for a thick file that you assumed was yours. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Thank you.” You shifted and pulled out the loose-leaf notebook paper on which you’d scrawled your resignation letter. Jet snatched it from your hand, reading it over before scowling over his desk at you. “I have a few questions first.” 

“So do I.” Jet seethed. 

“I’ll start.” You raised your hand and inspected your nails, which Milo had taken the time to clean and cut while you were unconscious. Prissy, pompous little prince. “How long did it take for backup to arrive?” You tried for all of the world to seem unbothered, although you knew your current condition was working against you. Jet sighed and scrubbed a hand over his haggard face. He looked tired. 

“Forty-five minutes.” He reported numbly. You nodded. 

“If I hadn’t been found before they arrived, I would have died.” 

“If you had waited for backup before engaging you wouldn’t have been in the situation to begin with.” 

“If I had waited forty-five minutes for backup, half of D.A.M.N.’s student population  would have been that thing’s dessert.” You snapped, more passionately than you’d intended. You took a deep, steadying breath. You’d blown your cover, showed your hand. You had to regain your composure. “I know that my decisions in all of this have not been sound. I know that I’ve alienated and isolated, that I’ve pushed away what little help was afforded to me, but that is exactly what the culture of the Department breeds.” 

“Hold on-”

“I’m not finished!” You raised your voice to Jet for the first time. His mouth clicked shut in shock. “You are running a system that all feeds off of delusions of individual success and grandeur. You cut resources from investigators not meeting casework quotas, hand easy, safe work to the people with actual experience and allocate deadly cases to the rookies with no partners and no support. Oh, but backup is just a short, forty-five minute wait away!” 

“That is a wildly bad faith view of our practices, Investigator.” Jet interjected as soon as he could. 

“You sent me after a dangerous, fifty-year-old vampire on my first fucking day!” 

Silence hung in the office. Jet scowled at you over his stacks of files. Finally, he broke. 

“Is there anything else?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “That kid in the park. Has his next of kin been informed?” 

“No.” Jet blinked, thrown off by your change in tone. “We’ve only just found his name. You know how it is with the homeless.” 

“People experiencing homelessness.” You corrected. “Christ, Jet at least attend the sensitivity training you assign.” 

“Lasko. Moore.” Jet ground out between gritted teeth. 

“The contact for his next of kin?” You asked expectantly. 

“You are no longer a Department employee.” Jet retorted. “I can’t disclose that information.” 

“You’re lucky I don’t sue D.U.M.P. for my injuries and report your incompetence to the Ruling Council.” 

“You have no case.” 

“You wanna take that risk?” Stalemate. Jet held your eye for a long, tense moment before glancing away. One benefit to your fucked up face, it seemed. People couldn’t challenge you for long. Jet sighed, scribbled down a name and number on a spare sticky note, and handed it over. 

“Since you’re blackmailing me, what else can I do for you, Investigator?” He spat the word like it was an insult and it felt like one.

“Actually,” you grinned, snatching the cane from where it rested against Jet’s desk. “You could leave my clearance active for an hour or so.” You stood with some effort and fished your badge from your pocket and threw it down on a teetering stack of papers in front of him. You lumbered towards the door at as fast a pace as you could manage. Just as you crossed the threshold, you painfully twisted back to catch Jet within your limited vision. “I hope things do change, Jet. I don’t want anybody else dead. And I don’t want you to have to live with it.” 

Now to the harder ones. You moved through the Department halls slowly, the click of your cane the only noise in the sleek, empty space. You ran the tips of your fingers across the papered walls, catching against framed pictures of former department heads and deceased D.U.M.P. employees. If you looked hard enough, you could probably find your mother’s portraits somewhere. 

She used to bring you to work with her during the summers, while your siblings went to daycare or camp. She would sit you at her desk, hand you a little yellow legal pad and a pen. You would play Investigator, gather clues to your nonsensical cases, interrogate her obliging coworkers, and you’d always, always win. It was always something you could win. That was the spark, you thought. You’d never wanted to do- to be- anything else. You didn’t know what you were now. And you didn’t know if what you had been was anything like you’d thought it would be, was anything you could even recognize. 

Collins was in his office alone, the lights dimmed and the infirmary all but empty. When he looked up at you, his eyes flashed with fear before settling into shock. 

“Jesus Christ!” He barked. 

“That’s what they keep calling me.” You tried for a joke that didn’t land. He shot up from his chair and pulled you towards it, sitting you down with no room for protest. 

“What the fuck did you do?” 

“Went up against a shade. Alone.” You said shakily. Collins had gone into doctor mode, checking over you the exact same way Davey had that morning. 

“You’re an idiot.” Collins snapped. His magic sparked and raced through you, searching, observing. 

“I am.” You nodded. “I’m… I’m really sorry, Doc. I lashed out at you in the middle of a fucking self destructive spiral.” 

“I know.” Collins growled. “I’ve had one or two of my own, which is why I tried to intervene.” He looked up at you after a moment, his face softening. “But… given how I’ve treated folks who’ve tried to help me? I should have seen it coming.” His silver eyes flitted around your face for a moment before giving you a single, curt nod. “This healing was sloppy. Can I?” 

He indicated towards the gauze taped over your eye. You swallowed heavily, but nodded. Gingerly, he peeled the medical tape back and bent out of your vision to examine it. 

“Lord have mercy.” 

“He did the best he could.” You said, defensively. “I was out there for at least half an hour before anybody got to me.”

“You’re lucky to be alive.” Collins grumbled. He tutted before discarding your old gauze and walking out to the infirmary. He pointed a single finger at you as you attempted to rise and follow him, holding you in your spot. He returned a moment later with an armful of medical supplies and a fresh pair of gloves on. He redressed your eye, pulled up your pant leg to ease on a knee brace that would help support your weight, smeared a cold, translucent ointment over as much of your scars as he could reach. 

“You went to D.A.M.N.?” He asked after a considerable, somewhat uncomfortable silence. You nodded. “Then you know where the healing school is.” Another nod. “My office is on the first floor. I’m there Tuesdays and Thursdays for office hours, after dark, obviously. Come see me once a week and we’ll see about these scars.” 

“What?” You breathed.

“I can’t promise anything,” Collins snapped his gloves off. “But we can try to reduce your scar tissue, maybe work on that leg too.” 

“You don’t have to do that.” You felt like you might cry. 

“I’m a healer.” Collins dismissed you easily. You imagined that he a lot, went above and beyond, gave more than he had to, more than he strictly could. You two also had that in common. 

It was dark out, but Cam was right where you expected to find him; perched on the bench you shared every day, no food in sight, staring up at the light polluted, starless sky. 

“Hey,” you all but whispered as you approached. His large, star-filled eyes found you and filled with something between guilt and concern. 

“Hey.” He replied. 

He didn’t attempt to help you sit, just waited patiently for you to settle next to him. 

“What are you doing out here?” You asked. 

“Stargazing.” He kept his eyes on the sky, searching through Dahlia’s early-autumn cloud cover for any hint of light. 

“There aren’t any.” 

Cam leaned into you. He was on your blind side, but the warmth he gave off was enough to telegraph his movements before he made them. His shoulder bumped into yours. 

“We can’t see them.” He said softly. “But they’re still there.” 

By the time the two of you were done talking, you were calmer than you had been for weeks. Months, maybe. He walked you back out to the parking lot, and you held his arm instead of the cane. Milo was waiting where you’d left him, leaning against his sinfully expensive sports car, his phone to his ear. You didn’t catch his conversation, but you did catch the line of tension that disappeared from his features as he laid eyes on you. 

“All done?” He asked. You nodded. “You okay?” 

“Yeah.” You said. Cam handed the cane back, his hand hovering over the small of your back as you regained your balance. “Milo, this is Camelopardalis.” 

“Cam.” He corrected, extending his hand for Milo to shake. 

“Camelopardalis.” Milo mimicked back perfectly. “Milo Rebane.” 

“My friend has fallen in with royalty.” Cam smiled down at you, somewhere between impress and horror. 

“I ain’t so high and mighty.” Milo smiled. So he did have a self deprecating bone in his body, little as it might be. “I have heard that you did everything you could to help them out. I appreciate that.” 

“It was simply the right thing to do.” Cam replied easily. 

“I don’t make it easy.” You said. Cam looked down at you, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Something like pity quirked his features. Or maybe it was fondness. 

“I’m under strict orders to get this one back in bed before the night is out.” Milo reached towards Cam for another handshake. Cam reciprocated and bent to meet your eye. He squeezed your free hand tight, like he didn’t want to let go. 

“You have my number.” He said. “I expect you to use it, or I’ll track you down, royal boyfriend or no.” 

A blush creeped up your neck as Milo laughed. You shoved Cam’s shoulder, but there was no strength, no malice behind it. 

The engine of Milo’s stupid fucking sports car hummed through your entire body, sending waves of pain up and down your leg. Milo drove gently, avoiding potholes, taking turns slowly. His hand twitched on the gear shift, as though longing to touch, but not willing to. You fished your phone out of your pocket and clicked through to your emergency contacts. 

Before you pressed the call button, you took Milo’s hand in yours. 

“Hey!” Your dad nearly shouted. “I’ve been calling you for two days!” Tears welled up in your eyes at the sound of his voice. You sniffled pathetically and you could feel Milo’s eyes on you, even if you couldn’t see him. 

“I know.” You said. You felt your guts shifting inside of you. You thought you might vomit. A tear slid down your cheek before you could stop it. You couldn’t let go of Milo’s hand to wipe it away. “I’m really sorry, Dad. I fucked up. Really bad.” 

“Okay!” All of the anger was gone from your dad’s voice. “Okay, kiddo. Whatever it is, we can deal with it.” 

Over the drive between D.U.M.P.’s headquarters and Milo’s mansion, you laid it all out for him. You detailed your case, what exactly a shade was, the kids it was draining. You explained your spiral, your thought process, the stupid decisions you kept making. You told him, baring some of the gory bits, about the attack. The dead kid- Lasko, you reminded yourself to say his name, to remember it, for someone to remember it- how terrifying the fully formed shade was. Your injuries. 

He cried. You shook with the effort to keep your own tears in. He had earned this. He had fought tooth and nail against your self-destructive habits. He had earned the chance to let it out. 

“You’re gonna be okay?” He asked after taking a moment to collect himself. Davey Shaw’s words shook around in your head. 

“I’m gonna be different.” You replied. “But yeah. Yeah, I’m gonna be okay.”

[isabeauwolf]

Now, let's get down to the nitty gritty.

Knowing about Kai Chisaki/Overhaul being in Dr Garaki's/AFO's orphanage and that Shigaraki has a copy of his quirk. They parallel each other so much more after that reveal.

It explains so much about his character!

Kai Chisaki won't flat out say it or address it, neither has Horikoshi but its clear that he was heavily traumatized and abused as a kid before Pops found him.

Oh yes, the trauma bucket! Like our beloved characters in the series doesn't have enough trauma as it is. Let's see how far that habit hole goes for Kai? -_-

The lack of remorse for his victims, justifies his action, manipulative, lack of physical response to violence, deception, and hostel, his acts are usually well planned in advance, irritability and aggressive behavior when provoked, reckless disregard for safety of others - antisocial and sociopathic tendencies.

Lack of empathy, believes he's special and the only one who can cure the world, need for admiration from Pops, his abandonment and self-worth issues go hand-in-hand with his fear of his father figure throwing him out of the Shie Hassaikai with his final ultimatum of dropping his plan.

Out of everything, we only get sprinkles here and there that Kai had done before snapping.

You can see it, the way he tenses and his hands ball into a fists, no doubt, surprised, shocked, hurt even before redirected into anger and violence.

Putting his father figure into a coma, and taking matters into his own hands. Become the villain, we all know and love, adore, praise, however you see him as.

Before becoming "Overhaul," Kai used to get into brawls with anyone who dared disrespect the Shie Hassaikai, and wants to help the boss; protecting the honor of the yakuza and protecting them from being called, "Villains." (Classic delinquent behavior, I imagine he did it in high school since we've seen him do it as an adult.)

We see him wear normal clothes: black dress pants, blazer and purple dress shirt, no gloves and a black duster mask over his face. (I'd honestly, love to see Kai in more civilian, classy outfits! More unbuttoned shirts and all, please!)

Even if Pops scolding him and explaining that they must protect civilians instead of hurting them, the old man still affectionately pets the top of his head and praises him for protecting their honor. Which in itself is a kind gesture, but something I think he took a little too much into his heart.

The scolding for doing something dishonorable, but praised for his intentions has overtime been taken form into the most cold and logical extreme actions.

Overhaul's more professional outfits: the red and gold plague doctor's mask, and white gloves. Borrowing inspiration from All For One, he uses his quirks name as his alias, his Villain name and quirk ability, the idea for his quirk erasing and serum, as "Overhaul", he can kill and wants to change the world.

*My Hero Ultra Rumble cg by Horikoshi* I'm fangirling sooooo hard! *ahem*

To preserve the past, he must engage with the present and became a villain out of necessity.

What's the difference?

The differences between a young Kai standing up for his father's honor and the snarling demon he has become. All of it against a world that had clearly outgrown him and the old ways of the Yakuza, but he refused to accept it and to protect his only family and most precious person, Pops.

As we've been in the latest chapter of MHA, without his quirk, without his arms and plague mask, and the last time we saw him. Kai Chisaki, inside is still a boy who wants to make his father figure proud and wants attention and praise.

As Pop's said before he took things too far again, shoving the older man's wisdom and wishes aside, taking action into his own hands, not only crossing the line between the gray that Pop's held against the Villains' and Heroes, Black and White, Kai instead, erased the line and jumped over it, making his own line and walked into a dangerous and dishonorable path.

[puppiesandnightlock]

HIIIIII!!! YOU ARE VERY COOL AND MAY I SAY THAT YOUR DELINQUENT X STRAIGHT A STUDENT AU WITH JONDAMI HAS ME IN A DAMN CHOKEHOLD AND ITS ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT!!!!

Ahem, also I would like to offer up some little scenes that I've thought about.

I was just thinking about cute shit like with Jon again forgetting what it means to hate someone lol so Jon like holding the door for Damian after they get done with their tutoring. Maybe it becoming a habit and UGH KON AND DICK WOULD HAVE SUCH SHIT EATING GRINS I KNOW IT!!! CAUSE I WAS THERE!!!

on a different note, I was thinking about what if Jon pushed too far again and Damian and Jon got into a physical fight? And maybe just before Damian can finish beating the snot out of Jon they get separated by their respective siblings.

I'm an absolute FIEND for the idea that damian used to be a little delinquent when he was younger. Mainly doing shit like skipping class and getting into fights. But also what if when Jon was younger he was actually a really sweet nice little dude but then switched up cause he saw how kon acted. Idk just a thought

ANYWAYS!!! this is just a small amount of my Neurodivergence soooo I'm if you maybe just maybe wanna be friends we could maybe talk further, just saying

TL;DR - I love your writing, your a genius

ASDFGHJKL TYSM???? 1. absolutely when they’re in the iffy frenemy stage that def happens an kin makes fun of him relentlessly

2. Jon would gain immediate respect for him and this is probs what makes them bridge the gap between friends and enemies bc what says friendship and crushes better then a punch in the face am I right

3. YES THE DEINQUENT HJING YESSS this all so happened when he was you ver and mysteriously disappear from his record as he entered high school so ;)

actually I do like the sweet kid Jon angle and I might purse that later??? But i def wanna use at least the top two ideas in the next installment of the series!!! Ty for the lovely ask ^^ and I would absolutely love to be friends!

Ps come see what we’re talking abt on ao3!

[manderleyfire]

'panem lost a poet panem lost a standup comedian' lmaoooooooo what are your favorite Coriolanus’ unhinged quotes from tbosas?? I cackled so much during that rather dark book, I feel embarrassed, lol

He had to think of just the right way to break the news. But what would that be? 'I love you deeply, but I love officers’ school more?' That wasn’t going to go over well.

Did you tell your best friend his crush was a cannibal? Never a rule book when you needed one.

AH, TRUST AGAIN. ThE aIr WaS fUlL oF iT.

Coriolanus winced slightly. TWO biking mishaps in the same twelve-hour period seemed more than coincidental.

This entrance was for the poor people, Coriolanus thought. Or perhaps not poor. The word PLEBEIAN came to mind. (those history classes did nothing for him)

PASSING OUT SANDWICHES WAS ONE THING, THROWING THE CHAIR QUITE ANOTHER (sorry, i'm in tears, xDDD)

Snow lands on top and ALL THAT. He knew he should be elated at this turn of events and jumping up and down inside while p r e s e n t i n g a modest, pleased front. But what he really felt was jEaLoUs.

THE HERO OF HER LIFE!!!!!!!!!!

The i m p o s s i b i l i t y of being a Snowflake in this postwar world.

And here he was in his uniform, clutching a rose like some lovestruck schoolboy, hoping she would — what? Like him? Trust him? Not kill him on sight?

Good-bye, Lucy Gray, we hardly knew you (biiiiiiitch 🔪)

So now that loudmouth Arachne was a defender of a righteous and just land. Yes, she laid down her life taunting her tribute with a sandwich, thought Coriolanus. Maybe her gravestone could read, “Casualty of cheap laughs.”

BETTER OFF SAD THAN DEAD

Coriolanus did not want to spend the next twenty years listening to them *mockingjays* serenade the local executions.

What was he doing but dressing her up to be a pretty corpse? Perhaps she could strangle someone with the scarf, or stab them with the pin?

HIS OWN FANS HAD A LITTLE MORE CLASS (rich boy™)

The LAST TIME Sejanus had lost his appetite, he’d lost his sanity as well.

Who were all these PeOpLe hanging around on a weekday at the zoo? Didn’t they have jobs? Shouldn’t the children be in chool? No wonder the country was such a mess.

What an ugly place, he thought dully as the train chugged its way through District 9. It didn’t look fit for human habitation.

Coriolanus gave the camera a thumbs-up when they cut for his reaction. He could not believe THIS was his life.

How much bread had they wasted with this nonsense? Oh, no, he starved to death! Somebody get the bread!

CORIOLANUS SNOW, MORE LONER THAN LOVER (whatta slogan for his presidential campaign)

How awful, Coriolanus thought. To have YOU be the first person in the world a baby sees *about dr. gaul*

Why would evil incarnate help his girlfriend?

In rhetoric class, she’d once attributed his inability to decipher the deeper meaning of a poem to the fact that he was too self-absorbed. The irony, coming from Livia, of all people! But actions spoke louder than words. Coriolanus to the rescue, Livia to the nearest exit.

“Of course I liked it, but I’m more open-minded than most" (hahahaha)

Then came confusion. If she had saved his life, he owed her, what? A sandwich and two cookies? That was how he was repaying her. For his life. Which apparently he held quite cheaply.

Oh, a ghost story. Ugh. Boo. So ridiculous.

Ma? Was Coriolanus’s place about to be uSuRpEd by someone who referred to his mother as “Ma”? The cabbage and posca threatened to make a reappearance.

CANNIBALS OVER CUTTHROATS!

several people took the pained look on Coriolanus’s face as sorrow at Arachne’s death, when ironically he felt like killing her all over again.

“That was some good-bye.” Coriolanus just shrugged. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.”

Poor Sejanus. Poor sensitive, foolish, dead Sejanus. (GUNSHOT 💀💀💀)

[ratcandy]

before i sink into the void for the weekend, id like to say. thinking about the mushroom isnt quite dead, just weakened headcanon: i cant help but imagine sozonius freaking out about his condition relapsing once it starts surfacing again and whatever, and it killing him this time. only for the lamb to just casually mention that he already died before, and he's like "WHAT." that is all. also have this Very Scuffed edit i made of the sozo follower sprite where he looks more like his npc version. i was bored. also no backpack because i just got it from the wiki and for some reason the image there has no backpack. i struggled with the extra arms as you can tell. might edit the mushroomos for the hell of it too.

YES YES YES YES!!!!! NO DON'T LEAVE!!! I'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS BEFORE IT HAUNTS ME EVERY WAKING MOMENT.

The idea of this poor old man who is only barely aware of all the shit he did while under the Mushroom's Control and drugged to hell and back. Like he eated people. He killed and ate people with his bare hands. And frequently brainwashed them using their own crops to keep them docile so he could continue using them (assuming the Mushroomos were indeed controlled by the menticide and weren't just faking it to placate him)

And only just while he's coping with that, trying to come to terms with it, while simultaneously lost in the middle of nowhere with no means of getting back to his family. it COMES BACK

He's trying he's trying so hard not to fall back into that habit (because even if the cordycep/parasite needs a while to strengthen, surely he is having withdrawals from the menticide) and he's been doing so well just by keeping busy around the cult. Learning to walk again after the parasite had control of his limbs for so long. Doing everything he can for this group he's found himself in the middle of.

but despite his efforts. that thing literally IS him. It is tied to him inseparably. He was only revived THROUGH ITS REVIVAL. And it just. starts. Resurfacing again.

He can FEEL IT taking control of him again he can FEEL IT beneath his exoskeleton. And GOD FORBID it SPROUTS AGAIN

and he's horrified he's MORTIFIED because his craving for the menticide has been increased tenfold but he KNOWS He can't go back to it he won't SURVIVE IT. He's so old it will kill him he knows it will. And he can't allow himself to become what he was like before.

And he expresses this to the Lamb. And the Lamb wouldn't know what to do about it, but they just shrug. They can just do the same thing again. Revive him when he dies, imprison him when it gets bad. Surely it's no big deal

And Dr. Sozonius is staring at them trying to process WHAT DO YOU MEAN REVIVE ME "AGAIN"?

[michelleleewise]

Worthy

Pairing: Dark!Thor x female reader

Warnings: self deprecating behavior (not eating properly), poor selfcare, manipulative behavior, power imbalance, mild stalking, anxiety, bullying, self esteem issues, poor self image, mind games, a bit of reverse psychology, If I missed anything please let me know!!

Summary: you decide its best to find another therapist, but Thor has a few more tricks up his sleeve....

A/n- please heed the warnings going forward, were gonna start getting in it....lol. if you want to be tagged let me know. 😁❤️

Part one -- Part two-

You walked to the kitchen rubbing the sleep from your eyes, another restless night proceeding the day, sighing seeing the fridge empty. You walked over, putting on coffee before heading to get dressed. As much as you hated it you had to go to the store. Pulling your hair into a bun you pulled on a shirt and a pair of leggings before slipping your shoes on walking back to the kitchen, Dr Odinson's words echoing in your head "when was the last time you ate?" Looking down at yourself, your clothes practically engulfing you "longer then you think." You said to yourself sighing, knowing your recent diet consisted of caffeine and the occasional candy bar.

You finished your coffee, grabbing your phone you saw another message, sliding it into your pocket deciding not to answer it as you grabbed your keys and headed to your car, locking the door behind you. You found a parking spot close to the doors, walking up grabbing a hand basket you quickly walked inside hoping to get this over with as soon as possible you made your way to the isles you frequented, going through the motions grabbing your go to's before heading to the checkout, the cashier scanning your items as you swiped your card, her fake smile and cheery disposition grating on your nerves as you grabbed you bag and headed outside, glancing back as the doors opened when you ran into something solid.

Feeling a pair of large hands wrap around your arms your head whipped around, your eyes meeting a wall of muscle as they trailed up "ah y/n, it's pleasant seeing you." Dr Odinson's voice boomed as he smiled down at you. "H..hey, w..what are you doing here?" You asked, taking a quick step back as his hands slid off your arms "same as you I'm sure." He laughed, his blue eyes piercing into you. "I've never seen you here before." You said looking around, everyone going about their day "you've probably just never noticed." Thor smiled as you nodded, you did have a habit of keeping to yourself. You looked down fidgeting with your bag hearing your phone going off in your pocket making you stiffen. "Y/n, are you alright?" He asked, concern lacing his tone. "Y...yes, I'm fine." You said, pulling your phone out seeing another text waiting for you.

You quickly shut it off putting it back into your pocket "who was that?" He asked stepping closer "n..no one, it's fine." You said gripping your bag, his eyes on you making you cave "its...it was my ex." You sighed watching his lips purse nodding. "I want you to block him." He said making you furrow your eyebrows "I'm sorry.." you started taking a step back "you need to let go of that part of your life y/n, he is no good for you." He said "I wasn't going to answer." You said defensively "as you said, I am the professional yes?" He asked crossing his arms "Well yes, but.." cutting you off "then you need to do as i ask, block him and do not speak to him again" He said sternly, your fingers tightened around your bag "o...ok" You said quietly. "I am only trying to help you, so let me." He said, his voice softening as you nodded.

"Good girl, now go home and relax and I'll shall see you at our session tomorrow." He smiled, placing a large hand on your shoulder squeezing "o..ok, thank you Doctor Odinson." You said, stepping to the side "I did say to call me Thor." He insisted "right, sorry...T..thor." you said quietly walking around him towards your car, looking back seeing him watching you as he lifted his arm waving. You turned back around, feeling his gaze linger on you as you got in your car quickly pulling out of the lot. You got home, putting away the few groceries you had gotten, taking out the TV dinner you bought putting it in the microwave you stared into the glass, thinking about the interaction at the store. Had you really never noticed him...you thought to yourself hearing the meal ding. You sat at the table, pulling your phone out seeing the messages.

Shaun- look y/n, i dont know why you're making this difficult, we both know I lowered my standards for you, so you need to come to your senses and come home, cause let's be honest you don't have alot of options, especially with the weight you've gained.

You felt your eyes burn reading it, thinking back to the few pounds you had gained before everything went to shit, but living on a diet of fast food it was bound to happen. You felt a tear stream down your cheek pushing your food away, recalling Dr Odinson's words "I want you to block him." You wiped your face, taking a deep breath as you thumb hovered over Shaun's name. Flashes of that night filing your head as you pushed the options, scrolling down you stared at the screen "do as I ask." You heard, closing your eyes you pressed your thumb to the screen before tossing it down.

You rubbed your hands down your face standing up you grabbed your food, tossing it in the bin suddenly losing your appetite. You laid on the couch, decided a nap sounded good, staring up at the ceiling hearing Dr Odinson's voice in your head "I'll take good care of you." Making you shiver. Maybe he was just doing his job, maybe that's what counselors are supposed to do? You thought as you eyes drifted shut, willing the memories away.

ooOOoo

You woke to your phone ringing on your nightstand, peeking an eye open you grabbed it hitting the green button "yes..hello?" You said rubbing your face "morning, this is Doctor Odinson's office confirming your appointment for this afternoon." The lady on the other end said. "Oh...actually i needed to cancel." You said pushing the blankets off sitting up. "Oh ok, would you like to reschedule?" The lady asked. "Um..no, not right now." You said "ok, I'll make a note and let the doctor know, have a good day." She said cheerily "thanks." You said quickly hanging up. You stood up sighing heading to the bathroom, as nice as Dr Odinson seemed, there was something about him that made you uneasy...nervous. so you decided it was best to find a new therapist.

You shuffled to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee sitting at the table scrolling through your phone searching other options for counseling when your phone rang startling you as you dropped it on the table. You looked down not recognizing the number when it stopped, the screen going dark. You reached to pick it up as the screen lit up, the same number flashing across the screen. You debated answering it, wondering if Shaun had gotten a new number but curiosity got the better of you as you touched the green button holding it up to your ear.

"Hello?" You asked fidgeting with your fingers "miss y/n?" You heard, making you freeze "Doctor Odinson?" You asked furrowing your eyebrows "yes, how are you?" He casually asked. "Um, why are you calling me?" You asked looking out the window hearing him sigh "my receptionist told me you canceled, and I was curious as to why." He said matter of factly. "Umm...well..." you started "are you in the habit of sabotaging yourself?" He interrupted "no..I don't think i..." you tried again "y/n, if I may speak frankly, I think after everything your ex put you through you have a hard time trusting anyone." He said as you wordlessly nodded "the decision is entirely yours, but know i only want what's best for you." He said sighing.

"I'll keep your appointment in case you change your mind, but I will understand if I don't see you and wish you the best but please, think about what I said." He said clearing his throat. "O..ok, thank you." You said taking a deep breath "ok....Have a good day y/n." He said as the line clicked ending the call. You sat the phone down on the table staring at it. You knew he was right, you had had trust issues as long as you could remember, but after what Shaun did, trust didnt exist to you anymore. Your thoughts wandered as you sipped your coffee, maybe you should give it a shot....give him the benefit of the doubt, he did seem like he genuinely cared...you thought to yourself sighing deciding to get dressed and give it another chance.

ooOOoo

You walked into the office seeing the lady behind the counter "hi, I'm here for my appointment." You said getting her attention "oh hello, have a seat and they'll be out to get you." She smiled. You turned to sit but the man who came out last time popped out "miss y/n...this way." He said walking ahead of you. You passed the doctors office, walking down a long hall before coming out to a room with a low counter seeing what you assumed were nurses looking at their computer screens when your eyes met deep green ones...the brother...as he stood talking to a nurse holding a large file. You offered a small smile, nodding your head but his face remained neutral as he continued his conversation. "Ok, right through here." The man said opening a door to your left you a walked in seeing gym equipment scattered through the room.

"Ah, y/n." You heard, turning your head seeing Dr odinson walk in smiling, did he ever not. Your eyes took him in, seeing his dark blue button up tight against his large chest, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, straining under the size of his biceps as your eyes traveled down tracing the veins in his large forearms. You had to admit he was attractive, beautiful even. "H..hey, I decided to give it another chance." You said putting your hands in your pockets. "I am glad to hear it." He said coming to stand in front of you. You looked into his eyes, the blue sparkling under the light through his glasses, a few strands of his blonde hair fell in front of his face, your fingers twitched wanting to sweep it back, the light stubble along his jaw making you want to reach out and touch him.

"I have something I wish to try." He said bringing you back pulling out a piece of red fabric from his pocket "I know trust does not come easy to you." He said walking behind you, you shuddered feeling his chest graze your back as his large arms reached over your shoulder, gently pressing the fabric over your eyes "wait, what.." you started feeling him tie it behind your head blocking out your vision. "I want to prove to you that I only have your best interests at heart." He said, his breath fanning your neck as he leaned in making you skin prickle.

You felt his hands on your shoulders as he gently guided you forward, rubbing small circles into your skin "now, I want you to listen to my voice, let go of your inhibitions." He cooed in your ear, his hands sliding down your arms squeezing your biceps "and...trust me." He whispered as the warmth of his touch left you, making you tilt your head up. "Focus on my voice, nothing else." You heard, moving your head towards his voice "take a step forward." He said as you stood still, hesitating "I know you can do this, relinquish control." He continued. You took a deep breath lifting your arm up you took a small step forward, feeling around with your foot, "very good y/n, another." He said as he contiued to guide you through the room, hoping he wouldn't run you into a piece of equipment when your fingers grazed over soft fabric, feeling muscle flexing underneath as you pressed your hand down.

"Very good y/n." He praised, his fingers grazing your cheek as he lifted the blindfold, your eyes squinting in the light when you realized your hand was pressed to his chest "oh..sorry." you said quickly pulling it back "it's quite alright, I'll never complain about a beautiful woman touching me." He winked making your face heat up. "Now, how did it feel to let go?" He asked watching you "umm...kinda scary actually." You said looking down "understandably, but I want to assure you I will be here for you every step of the way." He said, reaching out rubbing your arm as you nodded.

"Now I do have something I wish to discuss with you before we end our session." He said, placing his arms behind his back slowly walking around you "when I saw you at the store yesterday, you only had a few things in your bag." He said continuing to circle you "y..yes, I don't need much." You said turning your head to look at him "we cannot sustain ourselves with microwave meals y/n." He said sternly coming to stand in front of you "what I would like you to do before our next session is go shopping, buy actual food." He said stepping closer, his cologne surrounding you making you sigh "I want you to take care of yourself." He said smiling again. "I..I'll do my best." You said, his gaze both intimidating and comforting "that is all I ask y/n." He cooed leaning forward. "Come..I'll walk you out." He said waving you ahead of him.

You walked back through the hallway towards the waiting room, reaching for the handle his fingers grazed yours sending a shiver through you "allow me." He smiled down at you, feeling your cheeks heat up you stepped back letting him open the door "now, remember what I said, actual food yes?" He asked "I will." You said pulling your keys out "good girl, take care of yourself and i will see you next week." He said opening the main door for you "ok, and thank you Doctor....Thor." you said seeing his smile widen "Doctor Thor...I like that." He said making you giggle "until next time." He said tilting his head "ok, bye." You said rushing out. You sat in your car thinking about your session. Maybe he did only want to help....maybe you had overreacted....you took a deep breath starting your car feeling better then you had in awhile, you drove home looking forward to your next appointment.

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