#and I was supposed to start today so ya know I was already stressing about starting a new job

[adamsstabwound]

Hi 😚 if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to request a fic – one where Adam's usually tough lover has a rough day and reluctantly asks for some comfort from him. It can be a short fic or even just hcs! I don't mind which one of you writes it, I'd love to get the work of whoever is inspired by this :3 Would love to see how he'd react since I'm sure he wouldn't really be a soft kind of individual :p

Hi hi hi Mod Balls here how’s it going I LOVE YOUR BRAIN HERE YA GO

A/N: There’s a lot of talk about feeling generally shitty, so like just in case someone doesn’t like that don’t read this!

Summary: You’ve been feeling really shitty lately, and missing your partners gig really was just the cherry on top

That all too well to you known feeling, which settles deep within your ribcage, made itself known again.

It scratched and clawed at your organs as you stared at the neon sign of the building before you.

You hesitated, having already run so late, you just couldn’t move from your bed today, the dreading feeling having encapsulated you.

You texted Adam, four hours ago, that you probably won’t make it to his gig today.

He asked why, but you didn’t want to worry him with the truth so instead you just told him you were busy, and that you’re sorry.

He had read it, but didn’t respond.

Then, just half an hour ago from now, that dreading feeling subsided, and you felt fit enough to listen to your wonderful partners music. And so you texted him, half an hour ago, that you’d be able to make it! Dumb decision, really. What if you felt the dreading feeling on the way there and had to go home again? What, you’re just suddenly busy? You know Adam wouldn’t buy that.

So now, you’re standing infront of the building with the neon sign and staring at the metal door before you, and that dreading feeling is back. And even though you could go home again, you didn’t allow yourself to. You said you’d be there. So you’re gonna be there.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the nights fresh air, before pushing the door open.

It was loud, and there were people everywhere. Some kind of band was playing that you weren’t familiar with, wasn’t Adam and his band supposed to be playing? You looked around, maybe they’re next in line after this band.

Letting the door fall shut behind you, you scanned the room quickly, looking for your fucking ten foot boyfriend to be amongst the crowd. Easier said than done.

People of all shapes and sizes littered the room, a lot easily as tall or even taller than Adam, and as you pushed past them to get near the stage, you couldn’t find your Angel, he was no where to be seen.

Huffing, you took out your heaven phone, checking if Adam responded to your last message at all,

You: I think I’m able to make it sugar, you just wait ❤️ Can’t wait to hear your tunes

Aside from your last message, there were no recent texts other than the ones from four hours ago.

You squinted your eyes at the screen, shoving a hand in your pocket. Adam hasn’t read the message yet, where was he?

You sighed, hanging your hands off of the sides of your neck, and you closed your eyes. You really, really wanted to go back home, it was already so late in the evening. Your ears barely picked up on the current band leaving the stage, and as you opened your eyes something small inside you got excited, you were overwhelmed by stress, yes, but seeing your partner on stage was always so lovely.

A few heads turned to look at who’s playing next, and instead of Adam and his band, there was another band you didn’t know! As soon as they started speaking into the microphone, something about an intro to the song, you left the stuffy building.

Have you seriously missed Adam’s gig? When was he supposed to play again?

Your feeling of dread got worse by the second, taking out your phone you scrolled up your text messages with Adam.

The gig ended an hour ago.

You groaned, holding your face against your phone, grimacing.

Okay. This is fine. He‘ll understand that you had something more important than that gig to do and he’ll understand that you fucking forgot at what time his band was supposed to even play-

There was too much air in your throat, and so you sighed deeply, multiple times.

This went on for a few minutes, just standing in the cold nights air, face against your turned off by now phone.

Then, you texted Adam.

You: Are you home?

Before putting the phone away again you stared at it for a good minute or two, then you started speed walking to Adam’s place.

You had a key, you just wanted to give Adam a hint you’d be there.

As you walked and as time passed, you kept checking your phone, worried that Adam wasn’t answering you. Was he mad? He didn’t even see the message maybe he just didn’t notice? Maybe he’s hanging out with his band friends? With Lute?

Your heart told you he was upset with you, and rightfully so, you told yourself.

Some time has passed, and you were there. Standing infront of his apartment door, you swallowed hard.

And you knocked, and there was no answer.

And so you rang the bell, but there was no answer. So you just stood nervously.

It took some time, but eventually you fished your keys out of your back pocket, unlocking the door.

The apartment was quiet and dark, as you peered through the door, you saw no one. Opting to quietly shutting the door behind you, you put your coat on the coat hanger and sneaked around, searching for Adam. Maybe he just fell asleep?

Your questions were soon answered by the sounds of snoring emitting from the living room.

You blinked, how in heavens name have you not noticed them beforehand? Sighing, you made your way to the living room, peering over the sofa, and- there he was.

Adam was still wearing his robe and mask, laying on his side on the sofa, one wing leaning against the sofa lean, the other sprawled out over the coffee table where his halo lay.

You smile, and lean down, planting a soft kiss on the side of your lovers face, he mumbled something, but you didn’t quite catch it, so you simply leaned up again.

The guilt was eating you up inside, alongside all the other things your brain is stressing you on about, this really was the sugar on the cream now, wasn’t it?

The Angel below you mumbled something again, and your grip on the sofa lean tightened. You’ve gotten to know Adam well enough by now to know that, yes, he mumbles and talks in his sleep, but his words are usually a few minutes apart from each other, so this meant he was waking up.

You heard him whine, and placed a caring hand on the side of his head, gently stroking your thumb over it as he finally blinked his eyes open, leaning into the touch.

„Why are you on the couch?“ You asked calmly, turning the mans head with your hand a bit to the side so he looks at you.

Adam simply hummed, „'was waiting for your late ass“, he closed his eyes again.

And thank god he did, you didn’t know if the guilt was that apparent on your expression- the ‚moon‘-light shining down on it.

„I’m sorry,“ And you couldn’t help the sorrow seep through your voice, and you couldn’t help the grimace you made as Adam opened his eyes again, looking up at you. „Hey it’s- fine man, shit“

Adam sighed, „I just expected you to be here sooner, is all,“ He peered off to the side, clearly upset, even if just slightly.

Your heart sunk for the- God knows what amount of time- that day, just now remembering the plans you two made the previous evening-

„Oh- fuck- Adam I was so focused on that gig the entire day-„ you started, your chest growing heavier by the second.

The Angel in question only quirked his eye brow at you, seemingly confused.

„Thought you said you wouldn’t come?“

You inhaled, „Well- yeah but I changed my mind-„

„Changed your mind-? I thought you were gone because you were busy? The hell?“ he sat up slowly, his wings ruffling slightly, you looked off at them, feeling exposed. „Well I- sorry bad wording- haha- I mean I was busy, but then I wasn’t anymore! So I went to your gig!“ „I didn’t- see you there?“ „No I mean like-„

You sighed heavily, „I completely forgot at which time you had the gig and I went there just a bit ago and-„ you spoke quickly, and Adam raised his brows, „woah babe- babe it’s fine-„ he drew out, stumbling to get up, but managing.

„You don’t-„ he looked nervous? „Have to explain I guess-„ the Angel paused, „Do you need anything-„ he smiled at you anxiously, what the hell?

„No-„ at that Adam couldn’t help but frown, „Are you sure?“

You held your breath, starting a nod but slumping your shoulders. „Ive not been doing well, sugar,“ you manage out, and your Angel blinks at you, before reaching to unclasp his own mask, setting it aside, „Why? What happened?“ That look of nervousness and worry grew more apparent on his face, you don’t recall having ever seen him like this before.

You shrugged, sitting down on the sofa, having climbed over the lean easily.

He sat next to you.

Swallowing, you just stared at your fingers, messing with them, not knowing how to answer that question-

After a long moment of silence, in which Adam was waiting for an answer he didn’t receive, he spoke again, „Did I do something?“ you let out a small laugh and shook your head, „no, no,“

He sighed, and seemed to relax a bit, but he still looked concerned. „Then what is it? Do I need to exterminate someone?“

You give him a look at the suggestion.

„Just sayin‘-„

You sigh, leaning your head on the mans shoulder, he tenses for a moment but quickly relaxes, putting an arm around you, rubbing your side.

„Ive just- I don’t even know why- I’ve just been feeling like shit lately,“ „oh-„

He rubs your side more gently, „Well,“ you glanced over at Adam, seeing him scrambling to find words. „Everyone feels like shit sometimes, it’ll pass? We can- uh“ he looked at you, „do stuff you like? Or- whatever you want! Whatever makes ya happy!“ he tried a smile.

„Well it’s“ you sighed deeply, „it’s not just sometimes- it’s been an entire week,“ and you rubbed your eyes.

Adam squeezed your shoulder gently, and you leaned into the touch. „Maybe cuz- uh-„ he grimaced himself now, he really, really wasn’t good at this, but you felt comforted at the fact that he’s also really, really trying his best.

The room was silent for a moment or two. Maybe three.

„Y’know I was watching this documentary on psychology recently cuz there are so many dumbasses around me-„

Nevermind.

You gave him the most deadpan expression in the history of mankind. Adam would know.

The look you gave only made him speak faster „-and they said something about how when you don’t talk about your feeling to anyone for a long time it like- messes with your feels n shit y’know-„

You expression softened, oh so this WAS related to the situation. You tilt your head nontheless.

He looked at you, „What I’m tryna say- if you don’t do the thing for the y’know and time it can be really- oh Jesus fucking Christ-„

You raised your brows. Adam coughed, „may his soul be blessed for eternity-?“ you snickered.

„Just uhm- tell me? Next time that happens? Sooner than later? Cuz y’know the long game of not telling anyone that stuff is like- super shit-„ He huffed, then paused, „That wasn’t an angry huff by the way-„

You nodded, leaning your head on the mans chest, a bit of an awkward position from the way you two were sitting, but it felt right. He started stroking your back gently, „yes?“ „I’ll try,“

You sounded tired, yawning, you nuzzled your face into the mans chest.

„Thank you,“ Adam whispered, carefully pulling you into his lap, holding you. His presence was warm and soft, he felt like a blanket.

„And you?“

„I’ll try as well,“

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[spider-stark]

Anti-Hero // Hero x Villain Trope // pt. 2 //

Previous Part

Summary - Reader and Peter are both living double lives. Spider-Man is considered a national hero, while the reader is viewed as a criminal. In their personal lives, they're both head over heels for one another, their friendship finally blossoming into something more. But as vigilantes? It's complicated

Warnings - Blood, mentions of kidnapping/abuse, knife violence,

Word Count - 4.6k

Your foot bounced against the footrest of the barstool you were sat in, your patience wearing thinner and thinner with each passing minute. Another glance at your phone as it laid face up on the counter, confirming that it had now been twenty-five minutes past when you and Peter were supposed to meet. 

Five more minutes, you told yourself, only five. 

Peter Pan’s doorbell chimed as soon as the thought crossed your mind, as if Peter knew that you were getting painfully close to assuming that he had ditched you. 

“Y/n!” He sounded like he had run several blocks just to get here, gasping for breath as he jogged over to where you sat. Your foot stilled at the sight of him, the anxiety of being stood-up immediately dissipating. 

He slid onto the stool beside you, still struggling to steady his breathing. You grinned at him, and the sight only made his lungs feel tighter. “You’re late, Parker.” 

A knowing tone, yet so light and playful, and it somehow held the power to wash away all the defeats he had faced today. It was one of the things Peter loved most about you, the way that you could melt all of his stress away, without even lifting a finger. 

“I’m sorry.” He choked the apology out between labored breaths, his body finally settling enough to let him try to speak. 

While Peter hadn’t run several blocks to get here, he did frantically swing a few dozen blocks, his muscles screaming out in pain the entire time. He was thankful that the annoying girl from earlier had been telling the truth when she said he would recover from the toxin, but he only managed to regain control over his motor skills with enough time to change clothes and come straight to Peter Pan’s to meet you. 

She also could have mentioned that he would feel like he got hit by a bus afterwards. 

“I started to think you were standing me up.” You admitted. 

“Never!” Peter blurted the word out, squinting slightly under the fluorescent lights that only added to the pounding in his head. “Today just felt kind of… paralyzing, I guess.” He couldn’t help but chuckle at his own pun, knowing it would fly right over your head. “Had a hard time getting myself moving.” 

Concern suddenly washed over your features, brows pulling together. “Do you feel sick or something?” 

You didn’t wait for his answer, leaning forwards on your stool and placing the back of your hand against his forehead. The sudden contact had a blush creeping up his neck, his face beginning to turn red. “You do feel a bit warm.” You hummed with a frown. “You should’ve texted me if you didn’t feel good, we could’ve rescheduled.” 

“No!” Another too-quick response, only deepening the crimson shade now painting his cheeks.“I feel great, promise.” He awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to sound a little less, well, excitable. “Just a rough day, ya know? Nothing worth rescheduling over! But I’m still really sorry that I’m late.” 

Peter already wanted nothing more than to throw that sorry criminal in jail, if not for being a thief than for attempting to ruin his plans with you. God, they knew just how to get under his skin. He tried to shake the thoughts of them from his mind, wanting to focus entirely on you, his mind free of irritating distractions. 

Today might have kicked his ass, but there was no way he would miss out on coming to see you. He struggled to make time for ‘Peter Parker’ things while managing to balance his duties as Spider-Man, but when it came to you? He would gladly shove Spider-Man to the side when possible. 

“I get it.” You reassured him, a soft smile that had his heart melting. “My day wasn’t that great either, but that’s just how it goes sometimes, yeah?” 

It really hasn't been a great day for you. Getting away from Spider-Man was the only thing that had gone right today. The job you were on earlier when Spidey had caught up to you ended up being a total bust after faulty intel led to your target getting away before you could even make a move. It threw things off for you—left you without a profit and forced you to evaluate your sources. 

“Well,” you cleared the brief silence between the two of you, “do you wanna get started?” 

Peter only stared at you, those beautiful brown eyes filled with little other than complete confusion as his mind lagged behind. You giggled at how dumbfounded he looked, and while he was slightly embarrassed, he also savored the sound of your laugh. 

“On studying.” You clarified with your index finger tapping against the garishly colored chemistry textbook laid on the counter. “Our test is next week and I really don’t wanna fail Mr. Harrington’s class.” 

Peter’s mouth formed a perfect O shape, his head nodding along as you reminded him of the reason why the two of you were meeting up today. Truth be told, he had been purposely letting himself forget about the ‘study’ part of your study date. 

“Oh, yeah.” He shook his head a bit, keeping his gaze focused on the coffee-stained countertop in hopes that you wouldn’t see that he was still blushing. “Sorry, I’m still not all here yet.” 

“We can still reschedule, ya know? If you’re just not feeling up to this right now.” You hesitantly reminded him, silently hoping that he would say no, that he would insist that he stay. It had been days since the two of you made these plans, and you had been looking forward to spending time with him. 

“No, really, I’m fine!” Peter answered your silent pleading, adding a smile. “I think we need to be on page 279.” 

You nodded in response, returning the expression before moving to flick through the pages of the book. 

To be honest, Peter really couldn’t comprehend why you needed his help to pass Harrington’s class. In nearly every other subject you were at the top of your class, serving as one of his biggest academic competitors at Midtown. What he didn’t know, however, was that the only reason you needed his help was because of certain distractions in class. 

Chemistry was the only class the two of you had together, and unfortunately that meant that the majority of it was spent with you staring at the back of Peter’s head and barely listening to a word Mr. Harrington said (too busy daydreaming about what it would be like to run your fingers through his gorgeous wavy hair). Your little crush had ultimately led to you just barely passing the class, which had turned out to be quite convenient, as it served as an excuse to ask Peter for help and get the chance to hangout with him outside of school. 

“Oh c’monnn.” You groaned as you examined the page, immediately filled with dread when you read scientific notation printed in big bold letters. 

“I promise it’s really not that hard!” Peter tried to assure you, hiding his amusement at your dramatic reaction as you pressed your forehead against the book, little sounds of protests still falling from your mouth. “You’ve got this, mkay? I’ve got full faith in you.” 

“As sweet as that is, Parker,” your close proximity to the paper muffled your speech as you refused to face him, “math is actually my arch-nemesis. I’m horrible at it.” 

Besides Spider-Man, you jokingly thought to yourself. 

“It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds though!” Peter continued to make promises that did little to ease your dread. “Let’s just give it a try.” 

You turned your head to the side just a bit, cheek still flush against the book as you looked over at him from the corner of your eye. “Do I even need to know how to do this? Like, if I don’t pursue a career in chemistry, will I ever need to actually understand scientific notation?” 

“Yeah, probably.” 

“Give me an example.” 

“I don’t know, what if you wanna figure out how many drops of water are in a river? You’d need scientific notation.” 

You furrowed your brows at him, although still amused by the response. “Why would I ever wanna know that?” 

Peter’s shoulders lifted into a shrug, an action he swiftly regretted as a burning pain coursed through his forearm, a reminder of the wound he sustained earlier that hadn’t quite healed yet. He gritted his teeth at the sensation, an action that didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Whoa.” You quickly straighten your posture, staring at him cautiously. “Are you good?” 

He forced out a quiet mhm sound as he bit down on the inside of his cheek, desperately hoping the feeling would subside. Peter wasn’t used to his healing abilities being so impaired, yet another side effect of the toxin, and he had forgotten just how much it hurt to be injured. 

“Are you sure?” You asked again, clearly not convinced by his less-than-impressive attempt at hiding his discomfort. “Is it your shoulder or back or something?” 

Peter felt your hand coming towards him, his Spider-senses snapping him out of his current agony as you hovered just inches above the covered wound. He reached out and grabbed your wrist so suddenly that it made you gasp, shocked by how fast he had moved. 

“Sorry.” He apologized, immediately loosening his grip. Your eyes remained wide, the shock still evident alongside a bit of suspicion. “I think I pulled something in my shoulder the other day and it’s still sorta tender to touch, ya know?” 

He already felt guilty for the lie, but it was the best he could come up with to ensure you wouldn’t try to reach for him again. Coming up with lies was already difficult for him, and he had no clue how he’d be able to craft a story for how he ended up with a giant slice taken out of his arm if you found out. 

“You really have the worst luck, don’t you?” You mused, your hand retreating back to your lap as you spoke. “I still have trouble believing that last week you accidentally ran into that streetlight and gave yourself a black eye!” 

Peter laughed nervously, thinking back to the moment. Funny enough, he hadn’t really been lying about that one. Sure, he had been swinging and not running, but he did hit a streetlight. “What can I say? I’m just not the most coordinated.” He fidgeted in his seat, an action you equated to embarrassment. 

In reality, the action had been fueled by anxiety. There had been too many close calls lately, too many instances where he had to make up an excuse for a bruise or a cut or whatever else, especially with the new girl running around. He was running out of lies to tell, and more than that, he was getting tired of having to lie. 

“Well at least try and be more careful, alright?” You teased him, though your concern for him was still evident. While he might’ve hated lying about his injuries, he did quite enjoy the way you’d dote over him whenever you’d discover a new one, always desperate for your affection in whatever way he could receive it. “If I’m gonna pass chemistry then I’m gonna need my tutor in one piece!” 

Peter grinned, returning your teasing tone, “If you’re gonna pass chemistry then you’re gonna need to learn scientific notation.” 

You jutted your bottom lip out in a pout, a low groan following suit. “Fine.” You reached for the book, sliding it closer to the two of you while scooting your stool a bit closer to Peter’s. “But you owe me.” 

“I owe you?” He shot you a bewildered stare, struggling not to laugh. 

You nodded. “Mhm.” 

“I’m the one helping you pass chemistry.” He noted, shifting his index finger from himself to you as he spoke. “So technically wouldn’t you be the one that owes me?”  

“Nope. Pretty sure I was right. You owe me.” You feigned complete seriousness, mocking him by pointing your finger in his direction. 

He decided to play along, electing to ignore the fact that you’re just procrastinating studying. “Okay, fine. So what do I owe you?” 

You paused for a moment, a mischievous look appearing on your face, causing Peter to raise a brow at you. “A date.” You declared confidently, taking advantage of the opportunity. “A real one. No school stuff or anything.” 

Peter felt his heart skip in his chest. 

“Deal.” 

Maybe learning scientific notation was worth it.  

Coming to Queens was a risky move, one that you didn’t like to make often. It was one of two places in the city that you liked to avoid—the other being Hell’s Kitchen—in an attempt to try and avoid running into anyone with devil horns or spiderwebs. 

Luckily, your line of work typically kept you out of the ‘problem’ areas of the city. The majority of your targets were New York's wealthiest, the kind of people that wouldn’t so much as dream of stepping foot outside of Manhattan. 

You much preferred meeting them in their own territory, finding it all the more enjoyable to toy with them in the places where they felt safest. But, sometimes, that just wasn’t a possibility for one reason or another. Despite that, bringing your business into Spider-Man’s self proclaimed home territory was always a dangerous move. 

In this case, though, it was unavoidable. 

For months you had kept a close eye on councilman Rupert Fletcher, a man that many others in your circle had tried to go after, only to fail time after time. At first, you struggled to understand how so many accomplished thieves had somehow been stumped on such a painfully average man. 

Despite Fletcher's status as a councilman, he was of little importance, his wealth being the only thing to put a target on his back. On the surface, he lived a rather average life of a man in his position. 

He owned a sizable penthouse on the Upper East Side that he shared with his wife and their french bulldog. A quick peek at his schedule revealed that his weekdays were typically spent in the office, the deviation being an occasional conference. His weekends were always the same, a trip to the country club in Spring Valley to decompress and unwind. 

There were sizable gaps in his schedule, several windows of time where his apartment was left unoccupied, with his weekend trips to the country club and his wife’s recent trip back to her home country for family matters—essentially meaning that Rupert Fletcher was every thief’s wet dream. Yet, even the craftiest of them all came out empty handed, claiming the man’s home was unusually bare. There was nothing of much importance in it, no safes filled with cash, no lavish jewelry. It was painfully basic, appearing as little more than a model home. Every one that dared to go after him all left the same: empty handed. 

You started to think you hit a dead end with him, after questioning every single person in your circle, desperate to dig up something on him. That is until a tiny girl by the name of Red made an offhand comment, one she clearly thought was of little importance. 

“The best I got out of it was this Dukes of Hazzard keychain,” she flashed a disturbing grin, the street lights illuminating the silver caps on her teeth, “better than nothin, right?” 

It was better than nothing. A lot better. 

While the keychain itself was rather stupid and not something you cared about, there had been a dingy key dangling off of it, a tag attached that read: StorageMart #813. At first you considered the thought that it had belonged to Red, but given the fact that a pristine Bugatti key hung alongside it, you quickly decided that it must’ve been Fletchers. 

That same night, you broke into the office of the StorageMart that night, combing through their records until you found payment receipts for unit 813. It hadn’t shocked you when you saw it was purchased under a different last name: Petrov. You recognized it as his wife’s maiden name, a fact learned through your prior research on him. With confirmation that it was his unit, you wasted no time with swiping a key from the utility office and heading straight for the unit. 

Its contents were a mystery to you, your imagination running wild. What could it be? Diamonds? Gold bars? A Dukes of Hazzard boxset? You weren’t sure, and truthfully, you didn’t care all that much as long as it was something of value. You didn’t know what he was hiding in the unit, but what you did know was that Rupert Fletcher was a bad man, and he deserved to pay for it. 

And discovering what he had worked so hard to keep secret only cemented that fact. 

The first thing you saw was a mattress laid out on the cold cement floor, a tattered blanket with the thickness of a sheet of newspaper spread across it. Beside it was a dingy orange bucket, the scent of what was inside practically overwhelming your senses entirely. You almost considered slamming the door shut, almost decided to cut your losses and get out of there before you emptied the contents of your stomach on the floor and left evidence of your presence. 

But then, you heard it. A faint voice, small and fragile, the words in a language you didn’t know. You didn’t need to understand what she said to know who she was, though, to know that you had finally caught Fletcher in his biggest crime of all. 

A bit of gossip tends to go a long way. It took a bit of work to find out where the women in Fletcher’s wife’s inner circle like to hang out, but it turned out to be well worth the struggle as all of them sat amongst themselves at lunch and chatted about how she had been threatening divorce months prior, and their theories of what he had done to her upon finding out, entirely unaware of the listening ear just a table over. A bit more digging led to gaining even more intel on Fletcher’s past tumultuous relationships, only furthering the suspicions. 

“Ms. Petrov?” You purposely opted to avoid use of her married name, hoping that it would indicate to her that you were there to help, not to cause further harm. 

The woman was emaciated and looked as if she were just days away from death, and you struggled to hide your shock. “I’m gonna get you out of here, alright?” A promise you intended on keeping. 

A huge part of you wanted to take the story public, to take pictures of the unit before he could destroy any evidence she was here and send it straight to the Daily Bugle. Jameson was an asshole, but he was never one to miss out on a good story. But, despite your desire to see Fletcher’s mugshot on the news, you bit your tongue. 

It wasn’t your story to share. And, even if Petrov had wanted to come clean and expose him to the world, men like Fletcher were rarely forced to deal with the consequences of what they’d done. He was too wealthy, too well-known, too powerful. 

Which was exactly why you were back here in Queens, at the same shabby StorageMart you had pulled Fletcher’s wife from just a few days ago. She was safe, staying in a women's shelter upstate, already beginning to plan her trip back home where she would be away from Fletcher for good. There was just one thing she needed before she could make her escape. 

“Thanks Rupey.” You sang over your shoulder, lazily wiping the ruby stained blade against your pants, “It was a pleasure doing business with ya.” 

He coughed a few obscenities in your direction, but made no move towards you as you headed towards the door of unit 813, too weak to move from where he laid on the floor. Everyone liked to put on a good show at the end, run their mouth just enough to make themselves feel like they put up a fight. You usually ignored it. Usually. 

 “How much did you take?” He spat in your direction, your footsteps falling silent as you paused by the door. 

You didn’t like his tone, the arrogance in his voice, his domineering attitude. You were a bit shocked that he had any snide remarks left in him, and even more shocked that he could even form words after you knocked two of his teeth loose. 

“I took what I needed.” You assured him, your own tone calm and collected in comparison to his. “And then some. Gotta make a profit in this business somehow, Rupe.” 

His wife had told you he would be here tonight, promised that he came by every other day just to chuck some food in her direction and try to convince her to reconsider her decision to leave him. Waiting for him was easy, since she said that Fletcher liked to stick to a tight schedule, and incapacitating him was even easier. 

A quick slash to the forehead, just a half an inch above his brows. It was the easiest way to stun someone, there were enough capillaries in the forehead to cause profuse bleeding that would eventually impair their vision, making it even easier to keep control over the situation. Immobilizing him wasn’t hard either, a quick jab to his right leg, maybe two or so inches deep. Deep enough that the average person wouldn’t be able to keep their weight on it without passing out from the pain, but nowhere deep enough that he would bleed out from the wound. 

After that, it was as easy and slipping his phone out of his pocket, forcing him to use touch-ID to get into his bank account (threatening to cut off someone's thumb makes it quite easy to get them to follow instructions) and then transferring a couple hundred thousand dollars to an untraceable bank account you had a friend set up for his wife. Fletcher had been the one to ruin her life and damn near kill her, it was only fair that he was the one to pay for her new one, especially if that was the only justice she’d ever get. 

“They’re gonna find you–” Fletcher swore, his strained voice growing louder as you moved to open the door, “I have cameras set up in here! There’s cameras all over this fucking property! The cops are gonna find you!” 

You gave him a quick glance over your shoulder, your mask still secured over your face, confident that the NYPD would find nothing that could trace back to you. Not any more than they already had, that is. “You’re not gonna tell them shit.” You laughed at him, rolling your eyes, “You think I wasn’t smart enough to hack into your stupid security cameras and duplicate the footage? I have hours of it, Fletcher. Hours of you torturing your wife, keeping her caged up in here like some sort of animal.” He didn’t respond, barely moved a muscle as his face paled. “You tell a single soul what happened here tonight, and I’ll send the footage off to every news station in New York. Got it?” 

You didn’t need to wait for confirmation, aware that men like Fletcher would do anything to avoid bad press. He would make up a story, the same way all of them did. A mugging gone wrong or some stupid lie, anything to paint himself the victim and keep his wrongdoings away from the public. You looked forward, savoring the feeling of the cold Winter air kissing your skin as you let the door slam shut behind you, relaxation washing over you at the thought of finally getting to go home. 

“Do I wanna know what you were doing in there?” 

Well, so much for relaxation. 

You glanced up, immediately noticing Spider-Boy crouched on the unit across from 813. “What are you even doing here?” You asked him, an exasperated groan following after. “Like, seriously, do you have a tracker on me or something? I’m gonna get you one of those little collars with a bell on it, the kind for cats, ya know? That way you at least can’t sneak up on me.” 

Spider-Man narrowed his eyes at you, and your lip curled in response. You didn’t like the way the whites of his mask moved to match his expressions, finding it a bit unnerving. “What were you doing?” He asked again, ignoring your previous sarcastic remarks. 

“Why don’t you go look for yourself?” You jutted your thumb over your shoulder, pointing towards the unit door where Fletcher’s groans of pain should still be faintly heard. “Cause I’m a bit tired from doing your job and all, so I’d rather skip the small talk tonight and head home.” 

He scoffed, still perched atop the building, staring down at you. “Doing my job?” 

You nodded. “Uh, yeah. Did I stutter or something?” 

“How were you doing my job?” He rephrased his question, annoyed by your constant habit of avoidance. 

“Do your own research for once, Spider-Kid.” You told him lazily, shaking your head as you began to continue your walk towards the exit gates of the StorageMart. “Maybe then you’ll realize we aren’t quite as different as you think.” 

The nickname annoyed Peter, but he tried to shake it off, aware that it was just another way you tried to get under his skin and throw him off. He swiftly jumped from the building, landing directly in your path to keep you from leaving. Before his feet even touched the ground you already had a knife drawn, as if you had predicted his movement. 

“While I commend you for wanting to stop me,” you spoke slowly, the tip of your blade pointed at his throat—it was an empty threat, as you knew that you would never strike what would most certainly be a fatal blow against him, although he didn’t know that and chose to keep a safe enough distance. “There’s a man in there that’s in desperate need of medical attention. I suggest you run off to be a hero and get him to a hospital.” 

Peter’s eyes shifted towards the unit, his amplified hearing allowing him to hear Fletcher’s heartbeat from where he stood. You were right; and while he didn’t sound like he was on the verge of death, he needed a hospital, and a fight with you was one he wasn’t confident he would win—not quick enough, at least, to justify leaving a wounded man to suffer. 

“We’re very different.” He promised you, taking a step back to show that he was backing down. To show that he was a hero, that he would prioritize a civilian's life over stroking his own ego by attempting to capture you right now. The two of you were nothing alike—Peter worked to protect this city, locking criminals up and fighting alongside the Avengers. And you? “You’re a villain.” 

You snorted at his dramatic choice of words, still armed and prepared to strike if he made a move towards you. He didn’t, though, taking a few more steps backwards towards Fletcher’s unit.

“Villain’s such a harsh word.” You clicked your tongue, chastising him, making his blood boil as he had to use all the restraint in his body to prevent himself from going after you as you readied yourself to dart for the exit. 

“I prefer anti-hero.”

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[tired-pigeon789]

A Deeper Understanding

(Astarion X Anemic GNreader)

Notes: this whole fic is based on MY OWN experience with anemia which happened with extreme blood loss and just general low iron. and is VERY self indulgent. I also don't think about Astarion romantically but if you read this fic that way go ahead. I don't blame ya lol. Tav is also gender neutral and not named, there no description of what Tav looks like aside from them at least having shoulder length hair. (I also didn't really re-read this lol so sorry for any mistakes)

word count: 1983

general warnings: lots of mentions of blood and blood loss.

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It was rough, the last encounter took a lot out of all of us and I’m feeling weak even after Shadowheart’s healing and the health potion. Even worse was the blood loss. Dreadful goblin gave me a deep slash and even though it’s patched I’m dizzy and lightheaded. A feeling I’ve grown used to but this is a new extreme. Personally I don’t feel the need to disclose my low iron. Just how often does one need to bring up such a thing? Well, one needs to bring it up when they are being healed I suppose. “If you knew you had this condition, why throw yourself at the main line of fire?” Shadowheart asks while taking my pulse. “I overestimated my abilities, yes, but at least they got me and not Astarion, he gave the final blow to the mage goblin.” I point out while I drink a hot tea while lean against one of support poles in shadowheart’s tent. She simply sighs as I feel her opinion change of me. “You’d be as good as dead if you don’t watch yourself. We already have enough going on.” I simply say ‘I know’ as I thank shadowheart for her help and rest up a bit before I go off and help the others set up camp for the night. We had found a cast iron pot and pan to cook with so at least I’ll be getting what I’m lacking from that. The stew Gale had made for everyone was wonderful and tasteful, and even though I had little to no appetite it helped and I started to feel more alert but sleep is still needed. 

It was dark and late, the moon shines overhead and keeps my eyes closed. I feel weak after everything I’ve been through today but I’m just happy to have a bedroll to lay in. I just can’t sleep. In, out, in, out melt away stress. Breathe in, breathe out. I think this to myself as I try to sleep. I feel as relaxed as I can be but I just can’t slip away into the blissful void of sleep. First the blood loss and now the loss of sleep. There’s simply no winning today it seems. Sighing I open my eyes and gasp as I see Astarion hover over me, Fangs bare, a vampire. Quickly I prop myself up and try to steady myself despite the lightheadness and the massive headache. 

“Shit.” He says as he backs away while I prop myself up on my elbows while I glare at the man “No No- It’s not what it looks like I swear.” “What the hell Astarion!” Glaring at the pale elf I see him look down at me. “I wasn’t going to hurt you I swear, I just needed some blood.” Getting at better at him I see now for what he is. “A vampire, honestly I'm kicking myself for not seeing it sooner.” I say as I try to keep my distance from him. “I’m not some monster,” he says in a desperate voice as he try to find the words to defend himself. “I only drink from animals, Boars, dear... Kobolds, whatever I can get, it’s just, after everything I’m too slow to go out and hunt.” “And you thought the best way to deal with that was to get a drink from me?” Astarion looks taken a back but sighs. “I just need a little blood, so that I may think clearer, and fight better. Just a taste, please.” The way he said please made me hold my breath for a moment. Probably because I know that feeling well. That lightheadedness, the faint lights that plagued my eyes when I walk the need to hold on to anything. It’s helpless feeling, one that I didn’t expect to share with a vampire. 

“So if you drink my blood, you’ll be stronger?” I ask as I try to calm down and think more pragmatically about this offer. “It would benefit us all, but if not I could just hunt a bear or boar out in the woods.” Astaron says plainly. If I do this he’ll be better in combat, but I’m already weak as it is if I don’t sleep or eat something bloody myself. I know what he says is true, it’s basic logic when it comes to vampires. And deep down inside me I feel that understanding, maybe it’s one sided trust but I know if I had a way to rid of this feeling this hunger myself I would. At the end of it I sigh and nod. “Ok, I’ll let you do this, but you have to promise to stop when you have your fill and, you have to keep an eye on me.” Astaron smirks as he kneels in front of me with a look in his eye saying ‘I can’t believe I’m getting away with this.’ And frankly I can’t believe it either. "I promise you have my word. You can trust me” He says. 

Laying back down Astarion hovers over me as he pushes my hair to the side, pulls down the collar of my shirt in a less obvious place to hide whatever mark would come of this, and takes a bite at my shoulder. Hissing in pain I take a deep breath and my hand holds onto his bicep as he drinks from me. The pain melts after a minute but the lightheadedness that I’m used to now feels even more nauseating and I start to push on Astarions shoulder to get him to stop. He stops thankfully but his face doesn’t leave the crook of my neck just yet. I’m shaking and running colder than usual, my breath is faint and I lay my head firmly on the thin pillow underneath. “Your blood, it’s faint. Are you anemic?” I nod as I try to control my breathing. “I know it isn’t a lot, but I don’t think anyone else in our party would’ve let you drink from them.” I say softly as I close my eyes as tiredness finally creeps up on me. “And I’d rather it had been me you drank from than some poor stranger.” “You’re going to be in a long sleep after this, you have nothing to gain from what you just did.” He says as he finally pulls away and looks down on me. “I couldn’t sleep anyway. And you got stronger right? At least a little bit? Surely it’s enough to cover for me tomorrow.” I jest a bit as I continue to shake a bit and cover myself with a blanket. 

“I won’t drink from you again, your blood is very watery.” “Thank you?” I say weakly as I hear Astarion sit himself down next to me. “It’s not a compliment. You need to do something about that.” “Believe me I know. However last I checked I’m not in my cozy apartment in Baldur's Gate, where all my medicine is. I hate feeling like this.” opening my eyes I look over at Astarion as he just simply looks into the fire in front of us keeping us warm. “Be honest, with me” Astarion starts while he keeps his gaze on the fire, “If you knew you had this condition, why did you let me drink from you?” I think again for a moment before I speak.  “Because I know what it feels to be weak from blood, It’s a weird craving and I know it horrible, maybe not in the same way as you but I can make a good guess. I’ll be fine, I’ve like this before.” I can’t move much, my whole body aches and my breathe is shallow as I feel the need to stay awake, it’s not really a fear of death from the Astarion bite but just unease and general paranoia. “Did my blood even do anything for you?” I ask. “Some what, I just didn’t expect the weak taste.” I just let out a small chuckle. “Talking about my blood like one would talk about wine, funny.” “how long had you know about your condtion?” my breath evens out but I still shiver under the blanket as I think about the question. “About a few years now, I figured it wasn’t normal to feel faint everyday.” Astarion hums in understanding as he sits next to me. “I’m surprised you’re still next to me if I can be frank.” I say softly as I look up at Astarion. “Can’t let the others think I killed you in your sleep now can I.” he pauses for a moment before he continues, “I also feel like we’re kindred spirits now in way” “you’re very funny.”

After a moment of silence between us, Astarion speaks up “you ought to sleep, there will be plenty to do when day comes.” I just hum softly while I cover my eyes with my arm “I doubt I’ll be of much use. You guys are going to need to do whatever is needed in my place.” “how long do think you’ll be out?” He asks with some surface level concern. I know he only cares enough about me to make sure I get the tadpoles removed, to how I just became the leader of this strange group I do not know but can understand why Astarion would ask that. I would too if I was him. Sluggishly I pull my arm away from eyes and see Astarion look down at me with slight concern but the arch and furrow brow of his gives away that he really doesn’t want to be next to me. Maybe it’s out of pity or guilt, or perhaps he just want’s to go hunt to get his fill. “I don’t know, but I know I can’t do much of anything tomorrow, I’ll be fine in case you were worried.” I say softly as the sweet void of sleep came creeping up on me, however I felt just as scared as I did when I first woke up in the Nautiloid. I know I won’t die in my sleep. I know I won’t. But the paranoia doesn’t leave me. I need to stay awake. 

Struggling to keep my eyes open Astarion brings his hand over my eyes to close them “Sleep. like I said, I don’t want the rest of the camp thinking I killed you.” “How kind, but you would have though, Had I not woken up.” I say absent mildly. Astarion doesn’t say anything for a minute, not a ‘I would never!’ or a ‘yes I would.’ which in a way is enough of answer to me. I didn’t like that I was right. I feel the fire dies down a bit and I hear him shift the logs and the warmth comes back. “You’re not dead though, so lets not dwell on that.” he says. Almost like a child saying ‘you should be happy that worse case scenario didn’t just happen so you can’t be mad’ the idea almost makes me laugh. “You can still drink from me, only when I’m well of course and you can’t find anything else. I want you at your best.” “Even with your condition and finding out my secret you’d still let me drink from you? You must really not care about your life.” Sleep feels closer as I drift off while trying to the words to say something in response. “I’ll take my chances, I’d rather die bloodless than become a squid. But I’ve also grown to trust you a bit, Despite everything.” “Questionable logic at best my dear.” he chuckles which in turn makes me smile a bit. “Well I’m not in the best state of mind. But I don’t think it will change.” I sigh. “Sleep, I won’t leave-” before Astarion could finish his sentence my mind fades and I do in fact, finally sleep. 

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[munchy-munch]

Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex In this version, you have a dick! CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

Today was another stressful day. Though I should be used to that by now. Every day I deal with the same cases, targets, coworkers run-ins, and so on. I’m tired, very tired. I thought I would be able to move away from some of that, moving across the country, but I suppose not. 

I continued to walk down the street, my destination, my apartment. At times, I would classify it as an apartment, but then again, it’s what I can afford right now. Moving can be expensive and to New York nonetheless. 

I sigh escaped my lips as I passed by an alleyway. There were people walking out of the building, drunk I assume. Perhaps a bar? I could stop in. A couple of drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Might even help me relax before I get home to nothing and no one. So, I decided to stop into the bar. 

It wasn’t too busy. To be expected on a Wednesday night I suppose. People must already be at home sleeping or getting extra work finished before the next day. But not I. Tonight, I will drink away my stress and enjoy a well-earned sleep when I get home. 

I took my seat. A man with curly hair took my order and walked off to prep it. I glanced around the bar. Mary Margret’s Dead Pool? There were a list of players and bets and ages? What kind of bar is…oh, that kind of bar. They work in the same field as me. At least I know a place to make friends now, I thought as the bartender placed a drink in front of me. 

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over. 

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could. 

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle. 

“I know what kind of place this is Weasel. Anyways, I’m not that drunk,” I said, pulling my drink and hand from his grasp. Weasel gave me a long look before walking off to tend to other people at the bar. 

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me. 

I went to turn but saw no one. I was confused. Wasn’t there someone just here? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. I turned back to my drink only to see it gone. I looked down the bar to see Weasel talking to another patron, so it wasn’t him. 

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me. 

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space. 

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said. 

“I’m sure I will,” I told him as I went to stand. I didn’t bother looking for the face to the voice, I just wanted to leave. I didn’t think he followed me, so I just left the bar and walked home to my warm bed. 

A couple of months went by. I started participating in the “dead pool” as they call it. I wouldn’t say I’m the best when it comes to betting, but I tend to have pretty good luck, and it’s nice to have more money in my pockets. Work has been…normal. Not much different than the last place I was from. The biggest difference being the number of contracts coming my way. But that was to be expected. New York is much bigger than h/t. 

I did make a few friends here. And by few, I mean two exactly. Weasel and a man named Wade. Wade doesn’t usually talk to me as much, but he can be pretty nice, aside from his dark humor and misplaced jokes. 

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me. 

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar. 

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again. 

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it. 

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well. 

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh. 

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer. 

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked. 

“I’ve been interested in you for a while, y/n. Don’t you feel the same,” he asked. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. I don’t even know who this man is, but I can’t deny I’m interested. 

The man grinded his body against my own. His arms moved from my shoulders down to my hips. Grabbing them with force, and pulling them back, stilling them, as he continued to move. I went to turn my head, but he grasped it with one hand and kept it facing forward. 

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said. 

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent. 

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me. 

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned. 

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked. 

“Sit down and find out,” he said. 

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face. 

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had. 

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my ass and blew on them from time to time, sending cold chills throughout my body. He nipped and sucked until he finally reached his destination. His hands pulled my cheeks apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise and pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. He grabbed one of my hands to replace one of his before his hand moved under me. He grabbed onto my cock and began to stroke it up and down, occasionally stopping to rub the tip. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, he probed my hole with his finger. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and mouth worked on me from down below. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to rut against my face and his breath against my ass got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees. 

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth. 

“You’ll get to finish now, just let me…” he said trailing off. I felt him pushing my shoulders down until I was balancing on my forearms instead of my hands. I could feel his eyes looking over me.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now. 

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out. 

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in. 

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one. 

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more. 

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in. 

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force. 

Pool continued to fuck me like some toy of his. Occasionally muttering to…himself or me maybe. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch him penetrate me over and over. I felt my body begin to slip from the force and before I could react-

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up. 

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock. 

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway. 

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself. 

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking-harder!” 

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me. 

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing cock. I stroked it, chasing my own orgasm, over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one. 

His hands were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more. 

“Pool I’m-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.” 

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my cock and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening. 

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me. 

I laid there as he slowed until his body finally stopped. He didn’t leave me, not yet. We just sat there in the silence…well as silent as New York can get in the middle of the night in an alleyway. 

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.  

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[theweirderstuffblogdontlook]

A short one shot fic about Bob’s disguise as Barbra.

Check it out under the readmore.

Alright, moment of truth. Time to see if all the practice and costume tweaking would pay off.

While the possession amulets were extremely handy for going out in public without anyone getting suspicious. 

Since when Bob hid inside her, he was totally hidden from the world. And when she was hidden in Bob, so long as no one saw them switch, their association with each other would be similarly hidden.

It had been getting increasingly clear that this "only one of them existing at a time" thing was not without its own inconveniences. 

In particular, feeding into Bobs cabin fever. 

Cabin fever makes him want to go out more. 

And going out more means more cannibal serial killing.

She doesn't have access to drugs or jail bars to hold him. Her capacity to protect people from him is painfully limited.

So she's been trying to get creative with the damage control.

So came the idea for Barbra.

And the disguise has been made, and the acting has been practiced. The backstory, hopefully memorized.

Now all that was left was a test run.

They parked the truck in front of a small, nowhere sort of bar. Place where there shouldn't be many people, generally a bit more rough and tumble group without super easy targets, and especially no kids that could get caught in the crossfire.

Though her mind and nerves were still buzzing with everything that could go wrong.

"Alright, tell me again the number one rule of this whole scheme."

Bob rolled his eyes from under his sunglasses, but was more amused at her stressing out than annoyed.

"Don't try huntin or hurtin people while playin Barbra."

"Right. If you act suspicious as Barbra, it puts both of us at risk, because people can use me to track down the house to catch us unawares. Then we're either in prison or on the run with no money. Or possibly dead if someone tracks us down who doesn't care to take you in alive."

They start walking towards the bar as she continues.

"So remember, you're Barbra Freeman, a butch lesbian truck driver, but you got in a car accident awhile ago, and had been recovering for a few months. You're wearing sunglasses even while indoors cus the accident left you with a light sensitivity. Just, smalltalk, and not being suspicious."

"Sugarcube, I spent years playin innocent with nobody suspecting a thing. I know how to play nice."

"Yeah and that was awhile ago and you're clearly years out of practice, because in all the time I've known you, you've just been a deeply weird and unsettling person.

Also you're in public in costume Barb, Use the Barbra voice, don't break character."

Already she was losing confidence in Bob's ability to follow the plan. Though Bob, if anything, seemed overconfident. He switches up his tone to a more feminine sounding one, snaking an arm over her shoulders and teasing.

"Right, I'm supposed to be your hot piece of arm candy today. Well, I wouldn't want to deprive ya of a bit of extra time alone with your girlfriend."

She had liked how he hadn't had any problem with disguising himself as a woman. After all it'd be a pretty big insult to write off your whole gender as something gross and embarrassing. Though him being a bit too into it is something her asexual antisocial ass doesn't really know what to do with. 

Least beyond getting embarrassed by it. Which in turn gets a chuckle out of Bob. 

They head in, and Bob confidently goes to take a seat at the bar, while she takes a moment to nervously scope the place out. There were a few people, not too crowded, not to empty. And they don't seem to be turning many heads.

Before going and taking a seat next to him.

Where Bob puts his arm back around her to mumbles in her ear.

"Loosen up honeymuffin, or you'll be the one making us look suspicious."

Yeah, he's right. They're supposed to at least be friends. Even in a relationship in order to explain away if Bob gets too affectionate. 

She tries taking a deep breath and calming down.

Just order something nonalcoholic and chill for awhile. Try to make some small talk. 

Despite how terrible she is at small talk in general.

Though Bob was already well aware of her not being the chatty sort. So he takes more the lead for talking with the bartender, and with her.

Though really that more ends up with him teasing her while she tries not to look too embarrassed.

At least Bob could do a pretty convincing imitation of a tough middle aged southern woman though. 

Still a relatively deep voice, but not so overt that it couldn't be passed off as "Barbra" having just being a big woman who used to smoke.

She had the feeling he'd gotten some first hand experience learning a number of nuances, and was probably doing an impression of female relatives or family friends or something from his past. 

Probably from where he'd gotten his own accent, but she didn't like to pry. 

And if she did, now wouldn't be the time for it.

Her head was still on a swivel, despite her attempts to keep it casual. It was hard not to be paranoid. Too many things that could go wrong. Bob was keeping up a conversation with the bartender, so might be a good time to stretch her legs a bit.

"I'll be right back, don't get too crazy without me Barb."

"Heh, you got it darlin."

She went to the back, and thankfully the women's bathroom was empty, so she took a moment to try and calm her nerves and catch her breath. 

It's one thing to be around Bob, worrying what he might do. But it was another to put on a cheerful facade on top of that, instead of being her usual irritable self.

She really didn't want to go back out there, and her mood is only worsened as she mentally scolds herself for her hesitancy.

It's unpleasant, but this is the better of her options. The longer she can keep Bob busy the less time he'll have for killing.

Come on.

Get back out there. 

You have to supervise the serial killer. This is your idea he's going along with. 

Just gotta have him keep his word. Shouldn't be that hard.

And even if it is, no amount of discomfort is worth an innocent persons life.

Suck it up.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and tried smiling. It didn't last long before her face quickly sunk 

"Uggh, this is what I get for not putting any effort in with those customer service jobs when I had the chance."

Maybe she can still keep attention away from Bob and not clue people in that she's basically a hostage, while still acting like a miserable unpleasant person who'd rather eat gravel than chit-chat about the weather or the news or some shit.

She leaves the bathroom. 

“!!!!” Shit!! Someone's gone to sit with Bob! Looks like some kind of biker guy, on the big and tall side, kinda weathered looking. The kind of guy who could probably take care of himself. Her panic spikes nonetheless. 

Ok, calm down, he's out in public, he's gonna talk to some people. It's expected. Doesn't mean the worst is gonna happen yet. 

Sure he can always just overpower her if he decides to change his mind and not go along with the plan. But that hasn't happened yet.

She goes to sit down at the bar, on the other side of Bob, not interrupting his conversation with the biker guy. Just quietly listening. Supervising.

And…. Dang this dude really is just outright flirting with Bob. Guy must be into large women. 

And Bobs rolling with it. Just liking the attention and teasing the biker guy back.

Well, it's better than Bob getting offended, and he's having fun with it, so this is probably fine so long as it doesn't go anywhere. 

And she expects that this is a pretty solid bit of evidence that the Barbra disguise is working. So guess the experiment is a success. They could probably be seen in more crowded locations without people recognizing Bob.

Get him out wasting time doing random stuff so he's too busy to stalk victims.

Uggh, this means she'll have to get out of the house more to do random stuff too and - HOLY SHIT BIKER GUY JUST ASKED BOB OUT.

She'll have to mourn the loss of her weird hermit life later, because NO WAY IS SHE LETTING BOB TAKE THIS GUY TO NO SECONDARY LOCATION!!!!

Shit! How the heck is she supposed to play this off??? Uuuuuuuggghhhh this is gonna be so embarrassing. 

She puts on a pissed off face and threatens.

"Excuse me pal, that's my girlfriend you're hitting on, and believe fucking me, this…"

She gestures up and down at Bob.

"This lady right here is a lot more than you're prepared to deal with. Come on Barbra."

She grabs Bob by the hand and starts tugging him towards the door, to which Bob smiles and lets himself be led out, while the biker guy just looks kinda flabbergasted at what just happened as they quickly leave the bar.

She walks for a moment, heading towards the truck, still holding onto Bobs hand. 

Before Bob interrupts her anxious mood, saying in his normal voice, though with an additional low suggestive tone layered on, rather than his Barbra affect.

"Yuh know, I think I like you gettin jealous over me for a change."

Her face goes red. And she lets go of Bobs hand.

"Shut up Barb, it's not jealousy and you know it. I just didn’t want you hurting that man."

Bob grabs her hand again to pull her into a hug.

"Fightin over me for other reasons ain't half bad either."

#bob velseb #spooky month #inner demon #Possession #yandere

[emililyqueer]

so... this is just kind of a personal emotional dump. i don't want to bring anyone down, you can ignore this if you just want to do the sexy stuff.

but it is an insight into me, so ya know. here it is. it turned out a lot longer than i wanted... to be honest it's sort of turned into my life story. um. sorry.

i spent so much of my life being ashamed and confused and depressed. i suppose, the thing is... i'm tired of watching other people live the life that i wanted to live.

i was brought up in a very conservative small town, in the middle of fkin nowhere. the place was extremely homogenous. no (visibly) gay or trans people, almost no people of colour. i had a single, disabled mother. my dad was very mentally ill, and he was abusive and violent with it, and even though he left when i was in single digits, he's left some very deep scars on me. i went to school under the time of the Section 28 law - which is to say, LGBT issues were banned in school, and bullying gay and trans kids was absolutely allowed to happen, or else the teachers could be seen as "taking a side" on a "controversial issue". this happened to me multiple times. i hated school. even though i started off in life with a passion of learning, going there broke my enthusiasm for literally decades.

i was queer, and i was in denial. i... sort of understood, i think?? but i realised very young that i couldn't rely on anyone, not my parents, not my teachers, not my peers. i grew up obsessed with the idea of self-reliance and some fucked up idea of personal strength. even after a university friend of mine came out, and i realised i might be trans, i still clung to these ideas, to masculinity and self-isolation. they had kept me "safe" and i felt i needed them. i abused drink and drugs because i felt empty and just wanted to fucking feel something, at least something other than anxiety and despair. it felt like parts of me were missing. most of the time, i felt either nothing, or fear, or stress, unless i was high.

i had health problems, i didn't have any energy or concentration (i later learned that i had ADD), i was depressed, and i had chronic migraines. i went to university to study a BSc in computer science, and i couldn't complete it due to these health problems.

and yeah, the health problems and depression became disabling... because of that i was constantly broke. this country, the tory party especially (but not only the tories), hates disabled people with a passion. i was into political activism at the time and the number of deaths of sick and disabled people coming out of the initial austerity era actually kind of broke my faith in society, i couldn't believe this was being allowed to happen.

as an aside - that was a choice. austerity was a choice, and it came with a body count in the tens of thousands (according to the British Medical Journal) before they just stopped fucking counting. this is a thing that actually happened in one of the richest countries on earth, and it happened as the richest people in that country only got richer and richer, and then we just... forgot, because disabled people don't fucking matter, do we? i'm sorry to get political in the middle of my own miserable ramble but these bastards need to burn in hell for what they did. fuck the tories

anyway.

because i abused my body, and i couldn't afford decent healthcare, or transition related stuff, i actually wrote off my appearance. i decided i would never be able to look good or feel good about myself. there was a brief time when i first got on HRT where i felt great about the future, but once i realised how badly i'd already hurt myself... i just gave up. for a lot of my life i was convinced that i wouldn't be here in the next few months or years, so why build a future?

my desires and sense of identity were just completely buried under a mountain of shame, self loathing, lack of direction, and substance abuse. i lost so, so many years.

so... how are things today? my living situation is crap. it's secure, but miserable. one tiny room, with mold in it which is aggravating my allergies. my financial situation is still bad, but it's not critical - i am struggling to afford some medications, but generally i'm afloat. i am, so far, just about able to maintain a small old car, which i rely on, because i live in the sticks and there's fck all public transport here. mentally, i still struggle, but it's so so much better than it was, and it is getting better. my physical health is... concerning me; i have a lot less energy than i'd like, and i'm in almost always in pain. in terms of drugs, i am mostly clean. i don't really drink, i don't smoke (neither tobacco nor anything else), but i do use prescription painkillers.

one of the bigger things is my gender and sexuality... confusing as hell, i'm in a superposition between trans woman and like... femboy, or sissy feminine man. i don't really understand it, parts of all these things appeal strongly to me on a deep, honest, fundamental level. i'm really not sure how to interpret this.

and, well, when i look at some certain sex workers and models... i feel equal parts inspired, and like i want to cry. i keep seeing people who lived the life i always wanted, and i see how fucking happy and successful they are, and i feel so many things all at once.

but... i am still here. i do still have time left. and i do know a few things about me for sure:

i am a reasonably intelligent person. i'm good with computers, electronics, and cars. i like music, travelling, and um i think i like cooking??? and of course video games. i mean duh, i'm a queer on the internet! :p

i'm determined, i don't want to lie down and die any more, i want things to get better for me, i want a future.

but i think... above all? it's the things i was ashamed of that i love the most. i love kink, i love femininity, i love showing off, i desire outrageous sexual experiences, and looking hot and changing the person i see in the mirror. i want to do porn, to revel in eroticism and queerness, and i want to take these things seriously.

so, that's what i'm going to do. that's why i'm posting this here alongside the fun kinky stuff. it's important, this is me.

[viluvr-archived]

Playing with their hair .

Leona , Malleus , Riddle , Azul , Cater , Silver .

Gn!reader

( a/n : stressed boys being soft ⁉️ )

LEONA !

He was too busy sleeping and he needed to catch up on school, somehow telling him you wouldn't snuggle with him when he sleeps or feel like it worked. Although he'd tell you "Whatever, 'm just doing this 'cause I know you won't last without affection"

He despised getting up early to get ready for class, he despised not having affection. So when he finally caught up on everything, he demands a reward as usual. Although, likely, the reward will always be staying with him in bed while he sleeps throughout the whole day, except when he wakes up because he gets hungry, which leaves him in a sour mood.

He looked too peaceful sleeping, it was a breath of fresh air compared to his usual moody, stoic, smug look when he's awake. You caress his face lightly admiring him, giving him a few pecks on the cheek before switching to play with his hair.

He purrs when you lightly massage his scalp, braiding some of his hair, and stroking it. You've managed to play with his hair and comb it without him waking up.

Although when you stopped, he immediately holds your hand, "Hey, I never told you to stop, didn't I?" You were shocked by his sudden awakening. "And aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" You ask him playfully, "That doesn't answer my question, little one." You mentally facepalm, having to continue playing with his long hair. "There ya go, isn't that better" he was smirking proudly at his triumphant of making you continue.

"You're supposed to be sleeping, hng" you whine at him. "Doesn't matter now"

"I'm starting you're only with me to play with your hair" you joke about it while pouting, he decides to tease you a bit. "Hm? So what if I am?" You gasp offended "Why you little!"

MALLEUS !

Malleus was reading a book he found interesting, but he couldn't focus because you were staring at him so much.

He chuckles at your action, "Dear, you're being a really adorable distraction today, aren't you?" He ushers you to come sit on his lap.

"Really? Sorry Mall, just wanted to play with your hair. I'll leave if you wanna" you play with the ends of his hair, brushing it with your hands. "Now I never told you to leave, dear. If it makes you happy to play with my hair, it'd be a pleasure for me to let you do so" your eyes lit up, which Malleus noticed, it made his day. You being happy always makes his day, whether it be hearing you're happy from another person or witnessing it from afar. He's happier witnessing it close up or if he's the one who made you happy tho.

"Continue playing with my hair as you please, dear. If you want to, you could do a braid too." He presses a kiss to your temple then continued reading his book, letting you play with his silky hair silently.

RIDDLE !

It was late at night already, Riddle was still studying. He told you not to wait for him anymore, he was worried you wouldn't get a comfortable sleep if you wait for him to come back, but the thought of him there not resting makes you worry 10x more.

You rushed to see if Riddle was doing fine, although you ended up seeing him sleeping on the table, his hair and uniform messy. It was evident that he was studying hard.

"Oh, Riddle.. I told you to take it easy" you place your jacket on him, slowly stroking his back, giving him comfort. He started shifting position, comfortable and longing for the warmth you give him. You sit beside him, looking at his face, stroking it. His hair was everywhere on his face, it was such an uncommon sight to see from the Housewarden of Heartslabyul. You push his hair back, and tuck it behind his ear. As you softly kiss his cheek, he started waking up. "Y/n..? How long have you been in here?" He asks, still sleepy. "Just now, Riddle" "Can we please stay here? Just for a minute" you nod at him, letting him lean on you, and place himself on your arms as you slowly stroke and play with his hair.

AZUL !

His hair is so soft, you can't change my mind, and he probably takes good care of it.

Whenever you'd come up to Azul, going into his office to check up on him while giving him a light massage on his shoulders he wants to melt and just hug you then and there. Sometimes when he feels really tired, he'd turn around while still sitting on his chair to hug you while you unconsciously play with his hair.

"It's ok, Azul. You can relax now, baby. Hm?" He's gonna cry now, when you call him an endearment he just starts floating and his heart skips a beat. He takes a deep breath and rubs circles on your sides, and he bites his lips to stop himself from smiling because someone might see. He just can't wait for the future.

He feels that you stopped playing with his hair, quite upset he looks up at you, pouting slightly.

"Oh? Azul, want me to continue?" "Yes please."

CATER !

It was a lazy day for the both of you, just watching movies, doing skin care, and weird shit he finds on the internet.

His head is laying on your lap, while you play with his hair, practicing some hairstyles on it. It made him sleepy, his eyes were closed, although you know he wasn't sleeping, you made little space buns on his hair and you took pictures of him. "Awww, how adorable," you say while giving him some pecks on the cheeks and one on his nose.

You found it cute, how his face scrunched when you did that. His cheeks were rosy, and he was holding your hand. "Keep going, please?" Well, you couldn't help it, he's just too adorable right now.

SILVER !

It was easy to play with Silvers's hair, he doesn't move a lot, nor does he complain. He just obliges and falls asleep throughout the whole process...

You were currently sitting on a high chair to get a lot more comfortable while playing with his hair.

"Is there something about my hair? It seems that you always play with them, sweetheart." He asks, genuinely curious. "Well, yeah. Y'know it's really pretty, soft, and silky!" He chuckles quietly at that. "Well, if that's so, I'm starting to think you're only with me for my hair" he jokes. "Silver! Hey, no. That's mean 😡" he grins at your action and pouty lips, you were now seated on his lap, and his hands were placed on your waist, rubbing your sides softly. "I say we take a nap" "You take a nap, while I play with your hair! Better, no? You sleep better with that!" He hums agreeing, "Yeah, better"

#( 📖 : mais works ) #twst x reader #twst x you #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst headcanons #twst fluff #twisted wonderland x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar x you #malleus x reader #malleus fluff #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x y/n #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul x mc #cater diamond x reader #cater x reader #silver x you #silver x reader

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

FUCK YEAH !! WELCOME BACK! WE MISSED YA!🎉🎉🎉🎉

Can I ask for modern Agni x reader. They are moving and it's stressing them both out but they still vary sweet towards each other? :3

I'm projecting, sorry!

listen, sometimes I project so hard my middle name should be IMAX lol

I hope things are better and less stressful for you now!! <3

“Jaan? Do you remember what box we put our marriage license in?”

You let out a soft groan as you look up, leaning against the box you’re currently trying to tape up. “I don’t know, uh… we already put the boxes with paperwork on the truck, didn’t we? It’s probably in one of those. Why?”

AGNI shakes his head as he pockets his cell phone. “The bank somehow lost the copy we gave them for the loan. I asked the woman on the other end how that was possible, but I don’t think she was allowed to say anything other than, ‘My apologies, sir. The matter has been dealt with and everything will still go through fine, but we do need another copy for our records.’”

“Some stupid intern probably shredded it.” You let yourself flop backward onto the floor, cursing yourself for not just leaving all the furniture in this old house. If you did, at least you would have landed on something soft. “What did you tell her? There’s no way we can find it now; we only have the truck for long enough to pack our stuff on, go across town, and unpack it into the new place.”

He sits down beside you with a sigh. “I asked how soon they needed it. She told me that as long as we could get it to them in the next week or two, that would be fine. And at least it doesn’t mean they take our loan away.”

“Well, how could they even? Everything went through and we’ve already put the down payment on the house. We already used the loan to pay it. I think if they tried to run our account into the negative for that, I’d go over to the bank. I’d stand there shouting that they’re crooks at every single other customer who came in until they fixed it.”

“No, you wouldn’t. You’re too nice for that.” He chuckles, lying down next to you. “… But it would be tempting. For Kali’s sake, does it all really have to be so complicated? It seems like moving should be easier than it is.”

You feel him lean over to kiss your neck, wrapping arms around you, and despite how ungodly hot it is today, you cuddle into him. A moment to take a break from all this bullshit is sorely needed. “Where did Soma go, anyway? Isn’t he supposed to be helping us?”

“Mh… he went to go get lunch. He said he wanted to treat us to tikka masala. But he’s been gone for, like, half an hour…”

“For fuck’s sake.” Even as you say it, you’re starting to laugh. “How much do you want to bet he’s flirting with that girl at the counter?”

“And striking out,” Agni adds with a laugh of his own.

“Soooomaaaaaaa,” you call to nobody, fully aware that he’s several kilometers away and there’s no chance he could hear you. “Get back here! Stop trying to get a date with that poor girl! We’re tired and hungry and you better have something for the truck driver too, for making him wait!”

The two of you lie there for what feels like a long minute, before you muffle a hum of displeasure against Agni’s shoulder. “I don’t want to get up. Why can’t all the stuff just pack itself and then the boxes can stack themselves onto the truck?”

“Because this isn’t a Disney short film about moving house?” His shoulders shake with laughter, and he squeezes his arms around your waist. “Once we get into our new house, I say we don’t even start unpacking tonight. We just get all the boxes inside, leave them for a bit, and take a long bath. Then we go to bed early and cuddle.”

“Don’t talk like that. Now I don’t even want to get up and finish. I just want time to fast forward so we can do that.”

His smile is your guiding light as he tugs you to sit up with him. “Come on, my love. We’ll be there before you know it.”

Before either of you can do anything else, the front door sounds like it slams open… followed by Soma shouting, “Hey, guys!! I have food and good news! I’ve got a date tomorrow!”

You and Agni look at each other… then dissolve into a fit of giggles as you hold onto one another.

Moving is a pain in the ass, but at least you know it’s going to be worth it.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Agni #reader insert #romantic #fluff #drama #domestic #he's such a good boy!!!! #one hell of a queue

[vannahmontannah]

Tell Me...

READ THE REST ON WATTPAD @ VANNAHMONTANNAH

It's 2:30 pm and I have one more hour left of my shift. I'm almost done stocking the shelves and then I should be good to go. Yesterday, Lyric and I made pizza and lemonade from scratch. Of course, she made the lemonade, I had no idea what I was doing. We sat and watched a couple of movies, and she eventually went home. 

I think Lyric has a crush on me...she hasn't said anything yet. I noticed it a while back when I first started work here. It was about a month into my job that we started to communicate and hang out during breaks. She invited me out to this arcade themed bar downtown and said it'd be here for a couple of her friends. Her friends never came, so it was just me...I don't even think she invited them to be honest. 

~~~~~ 

"Hey, you made it!" She said, giving me a small hug. 

"Yeah. I told you I'd come. What ya got going on?" 

"Oh, uh...it's just us today. My girls were...busy," she said, shrugging her shoulders. 

"Okay. Did you order anything?" 

"Not yet. I was waiting for you. Come on. I had a cheeseburger and a Bloody Mary. I haven't eaten all day today," 

She grabbed my wrist and led me to the bar, and we sat on the barstools. 

"What do you want?" She asked. 

"I'll get the same thing you have," 

"Okay cool," 

It was my first time out with a co-worker before, so I was nervous. First off, she was beautiful, so I didn't wanna embarrass myself. Two, I'm really a homebody, so I don't really go out like that unless needed. Three, it's like a date. 

"Hey, I'm Jada. What can I get for you folks today?" 

"We are going to have the same thing. We'll have two Bloody Mary's and a cheeseburger with some fries, but put cheese on mine, please?" 

"You got it? Anything else?" 

"Anything else, Cory?" She asked. 

"Nah, I'm good, thank you," 

"Alright. It takes about 10 minutes for the food. I'll be back shortly with your drinks, okay?" 

"Okay, thank you," 

"I have never been in here before," I said, looking around the building. There were table games, arcade games, big screen televisions, a big connect four game, and a pool game in the back. There was even a picture booth. 

"So... what you do outside of work?" She asks. 

"I play video games. I'm a gamer on YouTube," 

"Really? I love watching gameplays! What's your channel?" She pulled out her phone and went straight to YouTube. 

"It's Samurai Ken. I have 5k," 

"Okay...is this you?" She gave me her phone and pointed to the channel. 

"Yeah, that's me," 

"Okay. I will make sure to watch your content. Watching gameplays helps me with my stress! And it encourages me to go and get the game," 

"Yeah, same for me. Plus, it's fun entertaining my audience. I've been doing it for a couple of years now and people take a liking towards me," 

"Oh okay! I'll watch you when I get home," 

"Thank you for your support. What do you do outside of work?" 

"I take care of my brother. He's sick right now and we're hoping he gets better. Besides that, I like to write music and do acrobatics. Been doing that since I was a kid," 

"Okay, here are your drinks. Your food should be out soon," the worker said as she placed our drinks down in front of us. 

"Thank you," she said. 

"Thanks," 

"These are really good. I'm supposed to be vegan, but that ain't go so well," 

"I know that's not gonna go well for me either," I said, taking a sip out of my drink. 

"So, uh...you have a girlfriend?" 

"No," 

"A boyfriend? Wife? Husband?" 

"Oh, no! No, I don't!" 

"I'm just asking. Must ask these days," 

"Oh, well, no men for me and I am not married. Are you single?" 

"Yes, I am. It's been a cool ride so far, but I'm hoping to change that soon. I just gotta see what the future holds," 

"Same for me. Hopefully, I'm married by 40," 

"Me too. I'm 32 right now and already going into a midlife crisis," 

"Okay! I have your food. Here is yours with your cheese fries, and here is yours? You folks can feel free to sit at the tables if you'd like," 

"Okay, thank you so much," 

We grabbed our plates and headed to a table close by the window. She had on these baggy pants and an oversized shirt, but it was tied up in the back. Her hair was in a ponytail. She had French tip nails, jewelry on, and some black platform converse shoes. 

"I like your hair..." 

"Me?" 

"Who else?" She giggled. 

"Oh. Thank you. I didn't really do much with it," 

"It looks good," 

Mm, she's just not saying that for no reason. My hair is in my usual afro, but it's not the neatest right now. Hmm. 

"How old are you?" She asks, eating her fries. 

"I'm 29. Thirty this year," 

"What day?" 

"November 7th," 

"No way! Mine is November 8th!" 

"Oh, my goodness! For real?" 

"Yeah! Scorpio twins! Cheers?" 

"Yeah," 

We made a toast to bring "Scorpio Twins' '. The rest of the night went by, and I had a nice time with Lyric. It wasn't awkward or weird...it was fun. Since then, we've been close from the beginning. We'd hang out, disappear on breaks, call each other, send each other Tik Tok and just get a vibe from each other. 

~~~~~~ 

Right now, I'm on my way to a gaming party. My friend, Mark, is hosting it. Des from work is gonna be there too. I haven't been to one of these in a couple months just because I've been busy and stuff. I made sure to feed Samson and take him out to do his business before I left. 

I hopped in the car and jammed out to some of my favorite songs while pulling up. I'm not sure what games we'll play, but imma find out when I get there. I had on a white graphic tee, some black Nike shoes, black jeans, and a black jacket. I had my cross necklace on because God is good, and my earring. I had a couple wrist bands too. 

The party was taking place in this venue on the second floor. I parked my car and prepared myself to mingle and whoop some people in these games. I got a text from Des asking if I'm here yet. I texted back that I'm walking in the building. 

Walking in the building, there was a lobby with couches, a fountain, a front desk, a food place, and a fireplace. I noticed a group of girls sitting at a table talking. One girl stood out to me. She had on this Jean outfit, a heart purse, long black hair, and long pink nails. She's dark skin, plump lips, a pretty face, and a nice curvy body. She glanced at me and waved. I nodded my head and smiled. 

I walked to the elevator and pressed for the second floor. I was a bit nervous though and I don't know why I haven't been to one of these before. Well, I have only ever been to two. I missed it like 3. The elevator doors opened, and the floor was filled with people, music, games, food, drinks. There were about a good 50 people here. Not a lot but still a lot. I headed into the crowd admiring how the place looked. I saw Pac-Man arcade games, I saw people playing Apex, COD, a few new games that were out—I even saw Roblox! The PS4's and PS5's were out tonight! People were playing Nintendo switches and I saw a couple of Xbox 1's. The food was being catered. They had seafood, regular food, stuff like that. 

"Aye, aye, aye! Get that shit man! Goddamnit! I almost had that shit for real!" Mark yelled. 

"Dude calm down," I said, walking up to him. 

"Aye, my nigga Cory in the building!" He shouted, dapping me up. "Haven't seen you in a minute! Where the hell have you been at?" 

"I've been working. I've been busy," 

"Probably trynna avoid this work. I get it," 

"Mark, I will literally crush you in this for real," 

"Talking all this shit! Come on, let me see what you got!" He said, passing me the controller. 

(Let's just pretend it's a made-up game lol) 

Me and Mark were neck and neck in this game, and it kept being a tie. But this was the last official round. We were both at 28 kills, we needed to get 30 and we won. For the last round, I was focused. No distractions! The round started...I began to get headshots on any opponent I saw. I was at 28...Mark was at 29. 

"Mark, you got this! Come on baby!" His friend shouted. 

"Cory, come on! Let's go!" Des shouted. 

I was now 29, tied with Mark. It was time for us to try and find each other and kill whoever was found first. 

"Cory, you might as well give up. I'm on yo ass," Mark said. 

"Nah. We don't give up over here," 

"Dude, it's only a matter of time before I find you," 

"Oh really?" 

"Yes! Yes, nigga!" 

"I wouldn't say that if I were you. I'm there," 

"I gotcho ass now!" Mark yelled. 

He shot at me, but I ducked, the crowd went crazy. I did my lil roll over and aimed for the head, and boom! Mark was dead! The crowd went wild! 

"WHAT?" Mark yelled. 

"Who's the loser now?" 

"Aw nah we gotta run that back!" 

"Nah, I won fair and square," 

"What's all this noise about?" A girl's voice said. 

I turned around and it was the girl from the lobby. 

"Cory just whooped my ass. I'll give him that," 

"Cuz I'm the goat," 

"We got to ass next game though," Jasper said. 

"Aw whatever," 

"What you doing up here anyway?" Mark asked. 

"I came up here for them sweet honey chicken wings. Is it anymore?" 

"Probably. Aye, this is my dude, Cory. Cory, this is my cousin, Tahjay," 

"Hey, nice to meet you. I saw you come in," 

"I know," 

"Yeah, I don't really bring it here anywhere for real. She wanna be with her girls and shit. And the one time I do bring her along, she wanna bring her girls and be downstairs," Mark said, rolling his eyes. 

"Relax, nigga, I said imma be up here. I'm up here now," 

"Well since you up here, how about you and Cory playing this game. You need 30 kills to win," Mark said, giving her a controller. 

"She plays video games?" I asked. 

"Yes, I do. Now let's go," she said, walking to the couch. 

"Boy, you betta get yo ass on that couch and give her the same energy I did," Mark demanded. 

"This easy work," 

I grabbed a controller and sat by Tahjay. First, how is she going to play with them long nails? 

"How you gone play with them long nails?" 

"The same way I be beating Mark in his games," 

"Lies!" Mark yelled. 

"Alright, come on! Cory you ready?" Jasper asked. 

"Yeah," 

"Jay, you ready?" 

"Always," 

The game started and it was going pretty smoothly. I had 10 kills and she had 7. Her girls were cheering her on and my boys had my back. But...she got ahead of me. 

"Cory! She about to win!" Des shouted. 

Tahjay had 27 kills and I had 16. Freak! I was nowhere near her. We were in the last round this time. I was 20 and she was 28. I was getting nervous...am I getting beat by a girl? She was trynna find me and get me, but I was trynna hide low key. 

"Where you at, nigga?" She spoke. 

"Don't worry about it," 

"Imma just find you on the radar," 

"And you'll be the one to go first. I was now at 24 and she still hasn't gotten too thirsty yet," 

"I see you getting up there," 

"I am," 

"Come on Jay! Kill him!" Her homegirl cheered. 

She found me and I was done for. She put like 16 bullets in my body. 

"Goddamn!" Mark said. 

"She wasn't playin’..." Des said. 

"Not new to this, but true to this," she said, placing the controller on the couch. 

"Yes! That's my girl!" Her homegirls cheered. 

I sat there in pure distraught. I was taken aback from what just happened. She really defeated me. 

"Cory, you good?" Des asked. 

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm good," 

"Oh, he'll be okay. Come get a drink with me," Tahjay said. 

"Me?" Des asked. 

"No, Cory," 

I looked back and gave her a confused look. 

"Come on and get a drink with me," she said, pointing to the kitchen. 

"Okay..." 

I got up and followed her and her girls to the kitchen. The boys took over and played other games. She got her chicken and got this pineapple drink. I just grabbed a juice. Don't judge. We sat at the barstools, and she flipped her hair back. 

"I haven't seen you around," she said. 

"Oh. I haven't been here in a while. I've been busy," 

"What do you do?" 

"I do YouTube and I work at a Kroger's," 

"You play games on there?" 

"Yeah. I have 10k subscribers so far. Trynna get more to tune in," 

"I can help you with that," she said, taking a bite of her chicken. 

"Really?" 

"Yeah. I got 1 million. We can play games together and shit. That is if you're okay with that," 

"Yeah. I'm totally fine with it," 

"Cool. What's your Instagram?" 

We exchanged social media and continued to chit chat for a bit. She's been playing games for 7 years and has built a passionate fan base. I've only been playing for 4 years. She enjoys playing Sims and she has the gameplays on her channel. She adds mods to her games, she plays the basic game, she does free builds and all of that. She'll play other games here and there, but her audience is through Sims. 

"So, you gotta girlfriend?" 

"No, I'm single. You?" 

"Single. I just left that nigga. You ain't bout to cheat on me in my mother fucking house especially when you have yo own!" 

"That's some foul stuff," 

"It was. That was very disrespectful," 

"A couple years ago, my girlfriend left me. Something about me playing games was childish to her," 

"She's a lame ass hoe then," 

"I guess," I chuckled. 

"You cool. I like you. What's yo number?" 

"313-415-6862" 

"Okay. I just sent you a text. That's me. My name is Tahjay, but you can call me Jay," 

"Cool...I like that name," 

"Thank you," 

"I didn't know you and Mark were cousins," 

"It's cool. A lot of people didn't. But me and Mark are super close. He's just...loud," 

"Oh yes he is," 

"Nigga! What the fuck is you doing? Man, move! Move over!" Mark yelled. 

"See what I mean?" 

"Yes," 

"Jay, we are about to go to Summer house. You coming?" Her friend asked. 

"Yeah. What we doing over there?" 

"We just chilling', having a couple drinks, doing what girls do," 

"Okay, I'll meet ya downstairs," 

"Okay," 

"Well, I'm about to go. Feel free to talk to me and shit. And are you free tomorrow on Saturday?" 

"No, I have planned that morning and me and my friend are headed back here later that night," 

"Okay. Well, how about Sunday?" 

"Yeah," 

"Okay, cool. Imma text you later, okay?" 

"Yeah," 

"Okay. See you later, Cory," 

"See you later," An attractive girl that plays games and wants to link up and network? Could my night get any better?

#18+ content #romance #love #jt #sza #coryxkenshin

[lifeflowingon]

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Summary: After a traumatic accident, you wake up with memories of a life, everyone around you denies you ever lived.

Pairing: Jungkook x female reader

Warnings: Angst, crime, mystery, kinda strangers to lovers.

A/N: This is clearly inspired by "Our Time" by @taestefully-in-luv Since I couldn't take it out of my head, I wrote this homage.

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FEVER DREAM

You were printing the remaining documents wishing for the machine to hurry up already, so you could drop them at court and finally go home.

"Still here?" asked Captain Min, peeking through the door of your small office.

"Yeah, I want to take this there today so they'll get the documents to check first thing tomorrow morning. I want her out of questioning and out of the city as fast as possible.

"Quite a complicated case though" he replied "I'm not sure they'll let you represent her as usual. Her statement could save tons of lives"

"I know, but I gotta try" reaching for the latest paper you started to organize them in a binder, already full of evidence "We are talking about girls and women Yoongi. I need them to give me the green light so I can work on getting the full statement to represent her in court. She doesn't need to go through this twice, that's why I work here, it's my job.

"I know, I'm just saying is unlikely"

In a somber mood, you checked your watch and realized you have wasted precious time talking.

"Gotta go If I want to make it on time. See you tomorrow captain" you said mischievously while squeezing through the door in a rush.

"See ya, victims advocate" replicated Yoongi laughing heartily.

Still laughing you left the precinct making sure to say goodbye to the new security guy and strutted across the streets trying to reach court in time.

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"Star... Star can you hear me?"

Blinking, you tried to remember where were you, but you couldn't. The last thing you recalled was walking to the local courthouse, but all was fuzzy before and after.

"Star, are you okay?"

Shaking your head you focused on the voice that was talking and groaned. Your head was pulsating and your throat was sore.

"Her pulse is fine," said another voice "And she is waking up now, I'll come back later to see how she continues but she should be okay now".

"Good, thanks doc. I'll take it from here".

Finally being able to focus you realized you were laying on a bed in what you supposed was a hospital room. But the place looked small and shabby.

"Where am I?"

"You scared us for a second Star," the man sitting in a chair right against her bed said, "When we took you out of the water we thought we had lost you".

Water? So you did have an accident... but you were nowhere near the water, your town isn't close to it.

"Do you remember, right?" the man looked around searching for someone, but they were alone in the room now.

"I-I... the last I remember is getting out of work and-"

"Yes, thank god, we were going out of work" The man looked relieved you were both on the same page "Since the accident, you have been having memory problems and I didn't know if you were going to wake up this time knowing us or not".

"Memory problems? I-I that can't be. I remember my life fairly well, how could I have lost it..."

"Star, you've been here for a few weeks, and every time you wake up you look more and more confused. The doctor said it was expected since, well lack of oxygen could lead to memory trouble".

"But I don't have amnesia!" you screamed stressed, your head was palpitating and you couldn't breathe well "I know who I am, and my fucking name is not Star!"

Apologetically, the man sighed and got up from the chair.

"This been going on for a while, I-I need to take a break," he said looking defeated.

Trying to calm your beating heart, you looked around and strained your ear to hear noises from outside, but it was silent.

You felt tempted to get up and look out the window but before you could do that, the door opened again and a different man entered the room.

"Star!" he exclaimed. His mop of hair bounced, as he hurriedly made his way to you, once he saw you were conscious "You’re awake!"

"Don't get your hopes up" said the first man appearing again and leaning in the door's lintel "She doesn't remember us".

"W-What?" the doe eyes of the second man looked impossibly big "Baby, you don't remember me?" He said with a pout while grabbing your hand.

"I-I what? Baby?" Retiring your hand from his grasp you put it over your heart. It was beating like crazy "I'm sorry, I don't know you".

"Oh. I see" replied the man, looking disappointed.

"Look I just wanna go home. Can I do that? Can I leave?"

"Sure. I'll take you home".

"Not yet," said the first man, now entering the room and sitting next to the bed again "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I already told you," you said, exasperated "I finished printing the paperwork at my work, I said goodbye to my boss, and was on my way to drop some documents at court. I don't remember anything else after that. Besides walking on the street, I mean."

"What should we do hyung?" asked the guy with the wavy hair. He looked defeated.

Sighing, the older man straightened his back and made eye contact with you.

"Ok. We'll have to believe something happened with your brain - as the doctor said - because what you just told us makes no sense".

"What do you mean?" You whispered, afraid of the answer he might give you.

"First of all, my name is Kim Namjoon and I'm the spokesperson of the village we are in".

"More like a leader, hyung"

"Whatever you want to call it, I'm the voice and face inside and outside of here".

"Ok".

"We know you by the name of Star and you've lived in this place for as long as I can remember..."

"That, that can't be... how?" Confused you looked around the room again. You were sure of who you were, but this made no sense "My name isn't Star is y/n, and I work at the 4th precinct downtown".

"Downtown? Where?" Kim Namjoon asked, looking exasperated "We live on an island. The only way out of here is by boat or by car. By boat is closer, hence why we always use it. Driving takes at least 12 hours to get us out the forest and out of the island".

Astonished, you remained silent.

"You've lived here since your parents died and my father heard of their passing. I'm not sure how they knew each other, but he brought you here and raised you as his own. I remember being childish while he tried to explain it to me, saying the only other option was an orphanage..."

"My parents aren't dead! They live across the country!" You yelled furiously. You knew this story wasn't real, it couldn't be. You remembered everything. "I don't know who you think you are, but I'm going home. I can't listen to any more nonsense".

Sighing, both men looked at each other.

"Fine. First thing tomorrow morning, I'll take you wherever you want to go. But hear me out Star" you could only roll your eyes at the constant use of a name it wasn't yours "I am not leaving you there. It could be dangerous, you'll realize you are confused and have nowhere to go. And when you see that and you'll see it, you'll have to come back with me. I won't put you in unnecessary danger".

"Don't worry Kim Namjoon, everything will be fine" she said defiantly "I'll be sleeping in my bed tomorrow night".

"Sure thing. Wanna sleep here tonight or in your house?"

"I have a house?"

"Yes Star, you have a house" he deadpanned.

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Hope you like it! Let me know what you think :)

#bts #bts au #au #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts fanfic #angst #strangers to lovers #fractured #masterlist #lifeflowingon #bangtan boys #bangtan sonyeondan #crime #mystery #memory issues #memory loss #memory alteration #memory related #fluff #love #falling in love

[regular-lord-reckoner]

well i’m upset lol

so, as i might have mentioned lately i’ve been busting my ass working as hard as i possibly can so i can get caught up on everything for my pto next week, right

well, wouldn’t ya know it i got bronchitis this week, yay

so okay, whatever fine it’s this week, hopefully i’ll be better by next week even though being sick makes my disability worse which makes it harder for me to do things i normally do but i’m pushing through it, eyes on the prize it’s all good

as the week’s going on, though, it’s like...unless i wake up tomorrow feeling miraculously better chances are any plans i had for this weekend aren’t going to happen so that stinks, but still pushing on

one of the biggest things is i’ve been out of weed for like...a few months now (thank god for delta 8/9) and the stars had finally aligned just right to where i should have enough money finally and i was going to get it before my vacation so i didn’t have to fool with getting it during my time off, i’d just already have it, right?

well, now that probably won’t be happening until next week but okay, okay FINE, it’s fine. not the end of the world, but it’s fine.

so no weekend plans, no weed, still sick but it’s fine because it’s at least time off!!

and!! one of the best parts was my mom’s dog was going to go to doggy training school for a week and i didn’t initially plan for it to line up this way but it was supposed to be next week so like...amazing!!

now listen, i love dogs, don’t get me wrong but this one in particular is very loud and it’s at a point where like if i’m listening to my music just a little too loudly (which is never loudly at all, mind you) or if i sneeze or drop something or just...whatever, any little innocuous noise and it sets this dog off barking and barking and barking so i thought, “wonderful, my week off and it’s finally going to be quiet!! i might actually get to have a day where i’m not overly stimulated with noise and loud!! i won’t have to tiptoe around upstairs where i am all the goddamn time in one room all the goddamn time, woo-hoo!!!

wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll guess what!!!!!

guess who’s fucking appointment got moved to next week!!!!!

the dog!!!!

and so for whatever reason that was just the goddamn straw that broke the camel’s back for me

it’s wednesday and since monday i’ve already worked 41 hours

i plan on working 7 hours of overtime tomorrow and then that’s it, i’m on vacation and again, just...killing myself to get all of this in and done so i can hang on to whatever’s left of what i’ve been looking forward to for a while now and i just...broke, y’know

so i went downstairs finally to make an actual meal and i was just trying to tell my mom i was bummed about how it seems like my vacation isn’t panning out the way i hoped but of course because i’m stressed out and have already had some meltdowns today i ended up crying as i was trying to say it and so she starts doing what her version of comforting me is which is to just counter everything i’m saying and i get she thinks she’s just offering solutions or encouragement or whatever but to me it just feels like, “this isn’t a problem, i don’t know why you’re complaining about this when there’s a simple solution right here” and when i try to say, “i thought about that, but i don’t think so” she just gets frustrated with me and walks away and that’s that

and so i started crying some more at which point my dad walks in to the kitchen and sees me and asks if i’m okay and i shake my head no and i dunno if my mom told him why or what because i was crying but he just...goes to bed, lol

so then i apologize to my mom for getting upset and just try to explain like, “hey, i’m sorry i’m just really tired and upset right now and i just wanted to hear ‘that sounds frustrating, i’m sorry’, i wasn’t trying to ask you to fix anything” and she just...gets more upset with me

and this is a type of conversation i feel like we keep having lately where like...i try to communicate to her that i’m having a hard time right now and i’m really struggling and am upset about something and i just want to like...say that, that’s all. i just want to say that and be comforted and instead it’s like...if i don’t immediately go, “oh, thanks for solving my problem!!” and slap a big smile on my face them i’m choosing to be miserable

that’s something that’s been said twice to me now recently, that i’m just choosing to lean into this instead of look for solutions, i’m choosing doom and gloom.

and i can’t tell you........how much worse that makes me feel

and again, when i try to tell her that it made me feel worse she just decides we need to end the conversation and i need to go away, she isn’t in the right headspace to have this conversation so basically just fuck off

and now i remember why i never open up to anyone about anything ever

i knew better than to ask for comfort, i should have just self-soothed like i always do but i’m so goddamn tired

and again, that’s really been the biggest thing like...i need this time off

i am so beyond burnt out and overwhelmed, i just need a goddamn break and i think i’m allowed to be a little upset that it’s not turning out the way i’d hoped and how right now in this moment it just feels like something else will probably happen to make it even worse because that’s been the trend lately and yeah, i’m sure after i get some sleep tonight and wake up tomorrow i’ll probably be in a better headspace and can start to walk myself back from the ledge and find new things to look forward to instead, but just....right now in this moment in specific all i wanted was comfort, that’s it

but instead i just made my mom upset and i think i’ve come to the realization lately that she may love me because i’m her kid.....but she doesn’t like me. not all of me, anyway

she likes the parts of me that are good and easy to like

but this part of me? she has no patience for it and just some of the shit she says makes me realize how she must really think of me and it’s been breaking my heart lately

i know i didn’t turn out the way everyone probably hoped

i know i’m a disappointment

i know it can’t be easy to deal with your grown ass child who has these many mental health problems and shit

but that’s the thing too is that for the longest fucking time i have tried not to bother either of them with it

i have tried to keep it to myself because i knew they weren’t capable of comforting me.

way back in high school when i had to get pulled into the counselor’s office because i told my friends i was going to kill myself and my parents were called, did i get therapy?? did i get reassurance?? did i even get a fucking hug??

no!!

i got told i was just trying to be like my best friend who also had a lot of mental health problems and so i was basically just making it up

oh, and that i should probably stop listening to bands like afi and mcr because that was probably what was making me depressed

probably horror movies too

so that was that

no help then, no help now i have to do it all my goddamn self

and that’s fine, a lot of people have to, i just....thought maybe by now it would be different

ESPECIALLY considering the hours and hours and hours of emotional labor i’ve put in for them

all of their problems i’ve listened to

all the times i’ve played therapist

but i can’t get so much of an ounce in return

and i guess if i can’t handle mentally collapsing with perfect grace and gratitude then i don’t deserve anything and i just need to go away

so that’s cool

that’s all really, really cool and i love life and love being alive and living it

[youraverageauthor]

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Going to school ain't the best of the things that I can aim for yet it's mandatory on my list. I always despised it and no matter how hard I tried I always failed, I never understood why. Was I not trying enough? Whatever the reason might be, the option of giving up didn't exist. My parents would kill me if I ever stopped trying and I couldn't die yet I had a long list to fulfill but first came studies. I almost lost my life the other day; thank god I noticed the truck in time. I had to be more careful from now on.

Waiting for the bus once again, just the same old day, I wish it'd come. I've been waiting twenty minutes. I barely managed to leave the bed this morning, I had the worst program for today too.. Just as I started dozing off, the bus came by, thankfully I managed to get it. I put on my headphones, ignoring my surroundings and started blasting music. The day was hard to pass, it felt as if the time had frozen and on top of that the teacher made us do a quiz. I had studied the things that were on the quiz!

Before we could leave the professor announced the results. I was eagerly waiting for mine, I knew it'd finally be a good grade! I got 5/20, how? That's such a devastating result. . The professor couldn't even let me see my mistakes. The bell finally rang and I fast-paced to the bus station, I couldn't afford something worse happening today. The bus arrived and as I was walking in someone tapped my shoulder, I turned around to look who it was but no one was there, strange. .

After arriving home I immediately started studying. After completing my homework I went to eat yesterday's leftovers 'Annoying'. Hm, who said that? I was home alone. I decided to shrug it off, nothing good could happen by stressing out about some little things. I questioned once again why I always failed even though I was such a hardworking student, I guess I'm not trying enough. . It's just unfair, why do I always fail? I could feel the tears spilling on my notes. I wiped them away, it didn't matter, crying wouldn't solve this.

As I finished doing extra exercises I cracked my knuckles. I'm glad that I'm finally done, I even gave kudos to myself for finishing faster than yesterday. Am I hungry? Positive. I ignored the fact that I had an exam soon, food was the first priority. I went to the kitchen and cooked an omelet. I sat down in the living room and watched the news to have something distract me while I ate. The television suddenly started to glitch and a reporter was talking about how it was the end of the world. I rubbed my eyes and it turned back to normal. Were my eyes fooling me? As I was trying to understand if what I just saw was real or not I remembered about the exam. There's no way it was real, my brain was playing tricks on me. 

I decided to write down the event either way because it could appear useful in the future. I then started to revise for the exam, a couple of hours had passed before I was finally done. I could feel my eyelids getting heavy so I brushed my teeth before heading to bed.

Going to school was exhausting, the day barely started and I wanted to go back home already. As I headed inside I ignored the people which was relatively easy and I sat on a bench. I felt as if something was wrong though. . Was it the exam? I was ready for it. 

While I was minding my own business, a classmate of mine, Evelyn greeted me "Hi Mary, how're you doing?" Someone started a small talk with me? That's so sweet. "Honestly I could be better but I guess I'm good. How's your day?" I asked her. "Ya know, the usual stuff." she responded, I in fact didn't know the usual stuff. Before I could ask her something else I noticed something strange, she started to melt. Oh god her skin was oozing to the floor, her flesh was visible! Was I the only one who could see that?! "Please help. ." She muttered while grasping my arm.

I didn't know what to do, is this a nightmare?! "How, how am I supposed to help you?" I asked, by then her face had fallen off. I began to panic, I looked around to see if anyone could help Evelyn but everyone had the same issue. It made my stomach drop. I looked at Evelyn's hand, it was now just bones and it hurt. "Please help me. ." she said before grabbing my hand, I flinched, I could feel my flesh being torn. I couldn't even push her away, it was about time and all that remained from her were just her bones. I couldn't hold my tears back. A loud sound was heard throughout the place. A warning, an alarm for this situation? 

I woke up, that was one heavy sleep. What did I dream of? It seemed like a long dream, I hate forgetting them. After eating something for breakfast I went to school. There, a student from the same school started a small conversation with me. I didn't remember his name nor did I wanna seem rude for not knowing so I referred to him as Blondie. This was a good day starter! As we were discussing the lessons we hate he asked me about a wound on my arm. I looked at my arm and there was a visible injury. The strange thing is that I didn't get hit by something to cause such a wound. "I'm not sure, it's not the first time something like this happens, it frequently happens when I'm sleeping." I stated.

 We continued talking until the bell rang and we parted ways. It was the exam day today and I knew everything. I was more than ready and when I received the copy of the test I started writing. I knew everything, I continued to write down the answers to the questions until I was done. The professor looked kinda surprised. Once I finished, everything that I had studied was deleted from my memory. That was very weird. . At Least I was done! I gave the professor my sheet of paper before leaving school.

I ran to the bus station and the bus was about to pass by, I was lucky! Just as the bus stopped it disappeared.  Do I want to go home so badly that I am hallucinating? Some passers-by threw strange looks at me, they must think that I'm crazy. I went to sit down on a bench and then the blond boy came. "Hello again, how'd the exam go?" he asked me. I don't remember telling him that I had an exam, maybe a friend of his is in the same class with me. "It was surprisingly good, it was pretty easy. How was your day?" I asked to continue the conversation. "It was fine." He responded. "Which class are you at?" I questioned, before he could reply the bus came . I went inside and that's when the conversation ended. Could I consider him a friend? It'd be good.

After I arrived home, I ate dinner, it was quite nice. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and focused on my homework. It was simpler than usual, maybe I finally became smarter! I finished earlier than usual so I decided to reward myself. I grabbed a bag of popcorn from the cabinet and put on a good series to watch. I really loved this show. Suddenly the phone started ringing, the moment I went to pick it up the power fell out, yet the phone kept ringing. This situation felt off, it gave off creepy vibes too. I answered the phone "Hello, who is it?" I asked, no one had my phone number. . "Wake up" a robotic-like voice said that in repeat until I closed the call. This just felt like a plot for a horror movie. . I hated pranks like these, I knew it was a prank because no one had my number. Once I closed the call the power returned.

I decided to go to bed, I didn't understand how fast the time passed by. . After a while I fell asleep. I woke up, I felt as if I just blinked and the night went by… I went to brush my teeth, after that I went to put on my uniform. As I stepped inside my room I noticed myself, I was still asleep? What the hell; was I dead?! I tried to wake myself up but it wasn't working.  An eerie sound could be heard so I decided to investigate. I looked outside the window and what I saw was horrifying. The world looked as if a war happened, a bizarre creature was standing out there, collecting dead bodies. . I couldn't describe how it looked but I'm certain that I've seen it before.

It was changing the world to its original state, one of the bodies that were collected was Blondie's. He died..? This felt very familiar but I just couldn't remember. Wait.. it has happened before. . the dreams that I kept forgetting.. it has truly happened, they weren't just dreams. I remember them now, that's why I had that wound on my arm, it was because of Evelyn. Why was I alive though? I'm pretty sure I died in some of them. That must be the reason why my life is so difficult! As if it sensed me the creature looked over my window, I realized how dark the sky was when I saw it staring at me. Next thing I remember is waking up, that was terrifying.

I dressed up, I had to go to school, I was possibly being watched. I had to act normal, how was I supposed to act as if I witnessed none of that stuff? One of the only people that I talked with was now dead. I arrived at school, it was a bit early so I started writing down my theories in my diary. "Good Morning Mary" Blondie said before I could open my diary. Wait, Blondie? Silence filled the air while I was trying to realize how he was alive. I was about to question him, since I saw him dead but what if people come back? What if that monster brings them back and removes their memories? "Are you okay Mary?" he questioned. "Yeah I'm fine.. my day just didn't start off well."

I didn't know if I should tell him about everything that happened. I needed someone to help me, didn't I? That's what people usually do.. If something were to happen to me someone else would know which could help spread the message. I took out a notebook of mine because it'd be better to write it down rather than tell him. I began to write everything that I knew and my theories and then I asked if he wanted to see some drawings of mine. He agreed and sat next to me. He started reading it and kept quiet. "Wow, how did you find out?" he asked "Well you could say that life inspired me to find this." I stated. When I told him that I'd spread the message to the world he smiled, the smile was almost angelic . .

The bell rang, Blond boy went inside the school and I was stuck in a dilemma. I wasn't sure if I should leave school but staring at it made me feel like staying was the wrong option so I began to run to the bus station. I heard a horn, I looked to my left and I noticed a truck, god I could have died if I didn't run faster. I was alive and I needed to warn the people. The only way that I could think of was social media. I managed to get on the bus and after I got out I immediately ran to my home. I opened my laptop and I began to write a warning about what lurks within this world. Once I hit send the message got deleted, I tried more websites, other social media but nothing worked. Of course it wouldn't, if it were that easy then someone else would have done it! I took my diary out of my bag and then I heard the doorbell ring. I locked the door, I couldn't afford anyone to come inside.

 I opened my diary and there I found warnings addressed to me. Written in the diary was a note about how I shouldn't trust the blondie, he was the one behind all of this, he was the mastermind. I now realized why he kept talking to me, he didn't want me to see these notes. Blondie barged in the house, I was dumbfounded. "You finally read it, you made me wonder how long it'd take you" he said. I tried to shut the door but he held it open. "I, I can stop you!" I stated, I was filled with fear, I had no idea what to do. He didn't respond, he was just smiling, that uncanny smile was so petrifying. "You aren't a chosen one, you're not meant to save the world. You are just a student, how can you save the world? The fun is over, you stepped right into the trap like a foolish little mouse." he said with a grin. I tried to attack him with my diary but he just caught it and he burnt it to crisp, nothing was left, just ash. . "Think of this world as your personalized hell. You cannot escape this place nor save it." I was awestruck, he looked like the devil with that smile. He wasn't the angel he looked like nor a student from my school. He was a demon and behind that angelic face of his hid the devil himself. .

I woke up once again, I felt very tired though. . It was dark outside, what time is it? I grabbed my phone, it was 3am, I could get more sleep! I laid back on my comfy bed and slept once again before starting the day. The day went on pretty well yet I felt that I was missing something.

#writer #newwriterscommunity #writing prompt #writing #continuous loop #death involved #original work

[munchy-munch]

Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

In this version, you have a vagina!

CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

Today was another stressful day. Though I should be used to that by now. Every day I deal with the same cases, targets, coworkers run-ins, and so on. I’m tired, very tired. I thought I would be able to move away from some of that, moving across the country, but I suppose not. 

I continued to walk down the street, my destination, my apartment. At times, I would classify it as an apartment, but then again, it’s what I can afford right now. Moving can be expensive and to New York nonetheless. 

I sigh escaped my lips as I passed by an alleyway. There were people walking out of the building, drunk I assume. Perhaps a bar? I could stop in. A couple of drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Might even help me relax before I get home to nothing and no one. So, I decided to stop into the bar. 

It wasn’t too busy. To be expected on a Wednesday night I suppose. People must already be at home sleeping or getting extra work finished before the next day. But not I. Tonight, I will drink away my stress and enjoy a well-earned sleep when I get home. 

I took my seat. A man with curly hair took my order and walked off to prep it. I glanced around the bar. Mary Margret’s Dead Pool? There were a list of players and bets and ages? What kind of bar is…oh, that kind of bar. They work in the same field as me. At least I know a place to make friends now, I thought as the bartender placed a drink in front of me. 

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over. 

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could. 

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle. 

“I know what kind of place this is Weasel. Anyways, I’m not that drunk,” I said, pulling my drink and hand from his grasp. Weasel gave me a long look before walking off to tend to other people at the bar. 

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me. 

I went to turn but saw no one. I was confused. Wasn’t there someone just here? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. I turned back to my drink only to see it gone. I looked down the bar to see Weasel talking to another patron, so it wasn’t him. 

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me. 

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space. 

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said. 

“I’m sure I will,” I told him as I went to stand. I didn’t bother looking for the face to the voice, I just wanted to leave. I didn’t think he followed me, so I just left the bar and walked home to my warm bed. 

A couple of months went by. I started participating in the “dead pool” as they call it. I wouldn’t say I’m the best when it comes to betting, but I tend to have pretty good luck, and it’s nice to have more money in my pockets. Work has been…normal. Not much different than the last place I was from. The biggest difference being the number of contracts coming my way. But that was to be expected. New York is much bigger than h/t. 

I did make a few friends here. And by few, I mean two exactly. Weasel and a man named Wade. Wade doesn’t usually talk to me as much, but he can be pretty nice, aside from his dark humor and misplaced jokes. 

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me. 

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So, I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar. 

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again. 

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it. 

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well. 

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh. 

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer. 

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked. 

“I’ve been interested in you for a while, y/n. Don’t you feel the same,” he asked. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. I don’t even know who this man is, but I can’t deny I’m interested. 

The man grinded his body against my own. His arms moved from my shoulders down to my hips. Grabbing them with force, and pulling them back, stilling them, as he continued to move. I went to turn my head, but he grasped it with one hand and kept it facing forward. 

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said. 

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent. 

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me. 

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned. 

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked. 

“Sit down and find out,” he said. 

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face. 

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had. 

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my thighs. Blowing on them at times, sending chills throughout my body. He finally reached his destination. His fingers gently pulled my lips apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. But not only was his tongue at work, but so was his hands. They started off needing at my ass and then one of them slowly made its way under me. His fingers prodded at my hole as his mouth moved up towards my nub. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So, I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, inserted two fingers into me. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and tongue continued to work me from behind. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to run against my face and his breath against my thighs got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees. 

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth. 

“You’ll get to finish now, just let me…” he said trailing off. I felt him pushing my shoulders down until I was balancing on my forearms instead of my hands. I could feel his eyes looking over me.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now. 

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out. 

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I just want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in. 

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one. 

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more. 

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in. 

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force. 

Pool continued to fuck me like some toy of his. Occasionally muttering to…himself or me maybe. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch him penetrate me over and over. I felt my body begin to slip from the force and before I could react-

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up. 

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock. 

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway. 

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself. 

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking…harder!” 

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me. 

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing nub. I circled it over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one. 

His fingers were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more. 

“Pool I’m…fucking-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.” 

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my nub and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening. 

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me. 

I laid there as he slowed until his body finally stopped. He didn’t leave me, not yet. We just sat there in the silence…well as silent as New York can get in the middle of the night in an alleyway. 

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #tppkinktober2021 #female reader #deadpool #wade wilson #x female reader

[enhamoonabi]

ENHYPEN's Self Revised Profile.

짜잔!! 오래 기다리셨죠?

w/ heejayki | masterlist

- if u see something written in italics they're speaking english -

Nabi's outfit

<Wow, we're already at 1k> Nabi said as soon as she started the vlive.

<What??> Heeseung said while getting closer to the screen, the numbers continued to get bigger.

<We're famous now> Ni-ki replied jokingly while looking at the members' reaction, but all he received was a little slap on his arm by Nabi.

<Don't brag too much> Jay said after laughing at that scene.

<Should we start?> Nabi asked while looking at the staff behind the camera who nodded in response.

Every member greeted their fans and introduced themselves, as it was one of their first vlives.

<Okay! So, today we're going to make our own profiles~> the girl said and proceeded to clap her hands, being then followed by the other members.

<Should we start with Nabi? Ladies first> Jay said <the other members took it seriously so let's try to do something cool>.

<First, name. Nabi> Jay read while passing Ni-ki a sharpie <You write, after Bibi you're the best>.

<Then, date of birth> Ni-ki continued to read.

<Do you remember it?> Nabi asked while giggling.

<Of course! 2003...> the youngest looked at the other members for help.

<Ah, seriously... January 14> the oldest added.

<You look more offended than Nabi> Jay joked, making Ni-ki and Nabi laugh.

<Blood Type> Ni-ki read.

<O, right?> Jay asked while looking at the second youngest.

<Yes, you're right!> Nabi answered.

<How did you remember that?> she said, amazed by him.

Instead of a reply, she received a wink from him, making her giggle and look away.

<Then... hobbies!> Ni-ki continued to read after writing.

<She's really into drawing> Heeseung said.

<Yes, drawing...> the maknae whispered while writing.

<I'm not that good tho...> Nabi added.

<What?! Are you kidding??> the oldest said.

<Nabi show us your drawings> Jay read a comment.

<Aah, not yet...> Nabi responded while shaking her head <one day maybe>.

<Watching dramas> Ni-ki said while looking at her.

<Oh, yes! I love watching dramas> she replied.

<You also like taking walks, right?> Jay asked.

<Right! I like doing it while listening to music, it really helps me relieve my stress> Nabi excitedly said, realizing the members knew a lot about her and paid attention to what she did.

<And then, specialty> Ni-ki said while taking a different sharpie.

<Too many, just write everything> Jay said.

<What are you saying?~> Nabi mumbled while punching him on his shoulder.

<It's true though> Heeseung added after laughing at them.

<Ya, don't write that!> Nabi told the youngest, but it was too late.

<Cute...> Heeseung whispered.

<Remove that> the girl said while sulking.

<I don't want to~> Ni-ki replied <let's move on>.

<Nickname> Jay read.

<Bibi> Ni-ki said while writing.

<Then, because her surname is moon we call her 우리 달 (our moon) sometimes> Heeseung added.

<And also the girls at I-Land called me Navi or Naviz> Nabi said <you probably didn't know that one>.

<Oh, and also Bit-na> Jay remembered.

<Oh my god, right. Why didn't I say that one? > Nabi slapped her forehead.

<Navi > Ni-ki wrote in English <and Bit-na>, then he read <charming point?>.

<First of all, lips> Heeseung said.

<Right...> Nabi nodded shyly.

<Also, her eyes> Jay added <she has this particular look in her eyes... I can't really describe it>.

<And last but not least, her girl crush aura> Ni-ki added while writing.

<Keyword?> Ni-ki read confused <what are we supposed to write here?>.

<A word that describes me I think> Nabi guessed <like a hashtag>.

<Oh, then... Center?> Jay said.

<Right, she's our center everyone!> Heeseung proudly announced.

<And, what else...> Ni-ki said while looking at the others.

<Girl crush> Jay added.

<And charming> Heeseung continued.

<I don't know how to react to all these compliments> Nabi got embarrassed.

<Ehh, you're pretty> Ni-ki softly gave her a little punch on her back.

<Ehh, you're pretty~> the others imitated him because of the way he said that.

<That's enough for keywords I think> she looked at how her profile was turning out.

<Then, what you like> Ni-ki told her, and then added <Heeseung>.

<Ya!> Nabi glared at him.

<All the members> Jay tried to fix the situation.

<She loves R&B. We recommend each other a lot of songs because we both like this genre> Heeseung smiled while looking at her.

<Right! We first bonded over our admiration for DEAN sunbaenim> Nabi recalled one of the first times she and the oldest talked to each other.

<Ay, I know a lot about her too. She loves hot chocolate and milkshakes> Jay bragged about also knowing what Nabi liked.

<Right! I've always liked those but these days I'm really craving them. I also like iced tea, but I only drink it in the summer> Nabi looked at the camera while explaining all her favorite drinks.

<You also like cooking, right? Especially baking> Ni-ki asked her if he was right.

<Yep!> she gave him a high five <and obviously I like ENGENES~>.

<And what you dislike the most are peas> Heeseung said after reading what was next in her profile.

<Right. I'm not crazy about vegetables in general, but I still eat them cause they're good for my health...everyone, eat your vegetables!> she said looking at the camera to talk to ENGENES <but peas, really... I just hate them>.

<You're also really scared of lightning and thunders> Jay pointed out.

<Oh yes, I love when it rains, but thunders... I'm really scared of them> she added.

<Aaaand... Motto!> Ni-ki shook his hand as he was tired of writing that fast.

<Mhhh...motto...> Nabi stopped and thought for a bit <I don't think I have one, but if I had to I would say 'No pain, no gain'>.

<Ooh> Ni-ki loved her English accent.

<That's a good one> Heeseung commented and Jay agreed.

<And then, something you want to do this year> Ni-ki read.

<Oh, there's a lot> Nabi curiously waited to see what the members would guess.

<I think this is common for every member, holding a concert and having a fansign> Jay looked at Nabi to see her response.

<Right, I really want to meet ENGENES~> she said cutely while looking at the camera.

<I'll say learning Japanese because she asked me to teach her> Ni-ki continued writing.

<What else?> Heeseung whispered.

<To be honest, I want to get better at everything> Nabi admitted <there's always room for improvement>.

<That's right> Heeseung replied.

<I also want to work out more than I do now> Nabi added.

<Eh, you already have abs, you want engenes to pass out?> Jay jokingly said, making the girl giggle.

<I remember when I posted a mirror selfie in a crop top, their reaction was...> she did a thumbs up.

<So, that's the end of Bibi's profile!> Ni-ki showed her profile to the camera and Jay read it out loud again.

Nabi's self revised profile:

(I forgot to write Bit-na for her nicknames 😓)

#moon nabi #enhamoonabi #enhypen 8th member #enhypen female oc #enhypen female addition #enhypen female member #enhypen #enhypen ff #enhypen fanfiction #enha fanfiction #enha ff #kpop female addition #kpop female oc #kpop oc #enhypen eight member #enhypen oc #enhypen addition #enhypen added member #kpop addition #kpop added member #enhypen ot8

[missorigamimk]

'' I don't mind suffering,as long you're next to me''

Warnings ; Fictional, NIjiro Imagine , Blood, Ilnness, Cancer,Fluff,Sexual Content,Consentual, Drama, Fictional Phone Numbers&Email Contacts!!!

1. the START

Good Morning.

You have called Dr. Love Dr. Shuntaro For appointments & therapy sessions; Mon-Friday- 08:00 - 14:00 & 17:00-21:00

Emergency Phone : [phone]

Contact : [email protected]

Central Tokyo Clinic Office ; info@ctjpnshuntaro

That's the voice mail of his Professional Number...One of the most Known Doctors in Japan.

One of the Best Therapy Doctor in Tumours , Cancer etc

Monday , June 12th 2020

08:16 pm

It was such a chilling morning , the dawn was so beautifull but also cold! The mist was around the atmospere and my bedroom was so wet and not cozy at all. But as i was warm inside my warm bed and pillow i was refusing to get up. But I had to. I had to get up in order to have my medical examinations result.

Three days ago i had a test done because i had something like a little ball inside my right chest and that was excactly was scared of. Cancer. It was small though, but at the same time it freaked out.

I got up in a hurry, i made a hot cup of coffee , having some quick snack , made my hair little messy but cute , i put some light make up and wore almost every wool coat on me. I grabbed my car keys and off the door.

I made it to the Clinic that i was 72 hours before.

It was a little crowded , some patients waiting for their check up, others were crying , i suppose that broke my heart. Bad results sad news .Oh God. I am just 40 years old. !!! I don't wanna die from that damn illness ! Not Yet ! I walked at the Front Desk , like i was already...dead

"Goodmorning"

"Good morning . How can I help you" ?

" I...I am here -- I just had some check ups 3 days ago and i came to give me the results...its for..-

" Yeah, I'llsee your Medical Records here. Are they for X-Rays ?

"yeah..."

"Gimme your name please"

" It's Dion Bone"

She did just 4-5 seconds to find my File from this Data base but seemed to me like a century.

"Ok. Here you are. Let me print this 4 you. I'll need your Insurance Number . OK"

"Sure."

"Have you got any other treatments before, or have you been checked up in other Clinics'?

"ahhh Nope i haven't..."

"Ok. Don't worry. Our team has the best Doctors here. "

"If you say so..."

"Alright. She sighs. Here it is. "

She gave me a large yellow folder with all papers in it, and some white Page with a list of Doctors i could visit and have my therapy.

"So, you're done from here. You can go to the Doctors office to see your exams?"

"Yeah"

"Dr. Shuntaro is On Duty today. His office is at your right hand at the end of the Hall. : OK?

" Great...thank you"

" Have a nice day, and please....stay calm. She winked.

Panic and stress is never good for whatever..."

"I'll try" I replied and i grab my staff heading through the big problem that was in front of me and my health.

My steps was like a zombies....slow,stiff and almost ready to collapse. I had already pulpitations .

His door was in front of me and i couldn't - just didn't want to knock it. I stood there for about 2 min without doing a move forward or backwards.... I was ready to go , suddenly his voice heard behind the close door.

" OK. Mrs Tale. Have a good morning. I'll see you next week"

I run to hide behind a thick wall , sneaking looks in his door.

I was acting like idiot , as if he was the Satan himself.

What i was affraid of? Any given result, bad or not , i had to know.

He opened the white heavy door and his voice was closer.

"Bye! Don't forget your medicine dear!"

He came out walking to the front desk .

"Hey What's Up Macy?"

"Hey Dr. How are you doing?"

"Not bad. I just wanna some coffee in my veins! I didn't had anything yet. I woke up very fast today ... i feel like sleepy!"

"A-ha Chishiya , you must have some days off you know!"

Yes! Take some days off will ya ! Gimme a break !"

I thought while i was already walking through the back exit.

I heard his footsteps coming my way.

"Can I help you."?

"SHIT!" He saw me...

I looked back as i turned and i saw him.

Dr. Shuntaro himself.

I felt more stressed than i was before. Almost frozen

I-I...."Actually...Ye-Yes"

"I'm Dion Bone. I just had some exams and i want you to see these"

"Sure. Please, come inside" he said pointing his office entrance

He made a small step to enter but he stopped and turned to my face

"Oh. Sorry for being so rude. Would you like some coffee"?

" Aahhh... ok"

"Macyyy!! Can you please get some coffee for Dion"?

"Sure!" She yelled.

"He smiled . Alrighty. Please....( hand gesture welcoming to his office)

He placed his coffee on his desk , he sat down , comfortably at his white leather chair.

"So, What exams are they?

I handed him the large envelope and he opened it carefully with his delicate hands.

"Hhmmm . X-Rays"

"Breast Cancer X-Rays"...

He was looking at them without talking much , he was fully concetrate on this.

In all this time , i was just sitting there, frozen,scared and panicking.

"Miss. Bone. Your exams are not so bad. There is indeed a tumour in your right breast but as i can see it's curable. Oh yeah, let me check an....- yes it is. If you start your therapy right now it's absolutely curable. So, you don't have to afraid."

" Are you sure Dr.? I am - I am ... a tear started to make an appearance....40 years old and I don-

"You are not going to. Do you hear me? You're going to be Fine!"

"Come here. He pushed the paper closer so i can also see

"Do you see this?" He pointed with his index finger some area from the X , i swear i could't understand a single thing but he was a doctor so i guess i should show some trust!

" Your tumour is here. It's 0.2 inch , which means it;s not have growing yet' We can easily make it ...gone !:

"What about metastasis Doc?"

"Metastastis isn't something we must concern now"OK?

I sighed. "Ok" "When we should start my therapy"?

"Well, what about tomorrow'? "Unless you wanna have some second opinion..i mean...if you've already"

"No No! Do you mean if i have another Doctor? NO!'

"Yes. If that's so, i don;'t have any problem"

" No...You are my....First. I mean , in Medical's Issues!"

" I got you. I'm going to give ya some prescription ok. I want you to stay away from stress, anxious and bad mindset."

" Would you do this?"

" I will do my best"

"That's it"

He smiled to me so sweet so calming that is like it was the first relaxing thing i needed that moment....

"Thank you so much 4 your help Dr."

I stood up my chair , grabbing my purse and ready to go.

" Oh. Just a moment. Here. "

He passed me his tiny Medical ID card with the Phone Number and Email.

" Here's the way to find me. In Case you need some advice"

" Thank you so much again . Bye. See you soon!"

"Let me walk you out"

He opened the door for me , and i felt his hand on my back.

"Bye. See ya!" He winked his right eye...and smiled again.

PART 2 COMING SOON !!

[tristinleighhh]

I'm going to use text to talk for this post because it really hurts to type with my wrists, and I really want to do morning pages instead of scrolling on Facebook as soon as I wake up.

my wrists got messed up in the fall and my left wrist has been really hurting me my right one isn't as bad but it does hurt when I'm on my phone.

anyway, not having a job is really starting to get to me. I feel like a useless piece of shit I'm not understanding why I can't get a job. I get that most places aren't hiring right now but damn I've applied at a lot of places and I've gotten no call backs. I want to go out and apply to more places but there is snow everywhere and the weather has been against me. applying online is stupid, all the posts are like 30 plus days old and there's nowhere that I want to work on there but at this point it seems like I'm going to have to go somewhere I don't want to be and that really sucks. I hope that this week I get a call back from this place called Acova. They said that they were hiring after the first of the year and it's now the third. The host guy was really nice and it's a small indoor place with a big patio and a good menu and I think that it seems like I could fit in there and he liked my resume and the fact that I came in person and I'm going to call them back and see if they want to set up an interview.

I've been saving a change jar forever. Pretty sure the last time that I emptied it was in 2018 when I went hulaween with Matt. I could be wrong but I've been collecting changing there for a while and it was supposed to be for envision. I already took out all my singles and now I'm going to exchange all the change today because my bank account is negative and I need to do a a credit card payment, I've never missed a payment. I feel like I'm already messing up my credit because I have a huge balance. I spent way too much money at the Fillmore but I did have a really good time.

I'm getting really stressed about envision. I'm supposed to be getting $633 a week for unemployment and I haven't gotten anything yet I really hope that I get it soon. I feel like Dan does so much and I've been doing like nothing. I haven't working on some art I finished one piece and I'm working on something else. I'm not going to get distracted today and I'm going to finish this piece. I'm going to clean up the pretty lights hats today and put them up for sale online. I'm going to put my maroon of the trees hat up for sale online. I have no idea what to price the pretty lights hats at but I feel like I could sell them for a good amount of money.

I know I'm just rambling but isn't that the point of morning pages?

Today I'm going to apply for Medicaid also since I lost my health insurance because bitch ass bds...and can't afford another plan. 🤞 It all works out.

I'm honestly so sick of this snow it's really just messing everything up for me. I truly don't even know where else to apply I really don't want to work in some random bigger corporation restaurant.

whatever I'm going to seize the day today, finish straightening up my room so I have a clear space, and I'm going to make sure I hydrate more 💧

open on Facebook yet which is good because that shit rots your fucking brain. I try to follow pages that are cool and informational but I just get random shit and I don't want it. Facebook isn't as fun as it used to be and I'm really going to try to use Tumblr more. I'm going to try to curate my page to just be in nature loving mushroom fairy wonderland.

I'm going to go wash my face brush my teeth and start my day. Today is going to be a good day. I'm going to manifest this job at acova. I'm going to get this job, the job is already mine 🥰 m a n i f e s t.

oh also Lotus New Year's Eve was dope I should post some pictures on here cuz it really was awesome and I want to start sharing my life more on here.

okay well this was refreshing to do and I'm all out of words so see ya.

Signing off 🖖

Triz