#i'm feeling a bit lost right now but i think it'll get better

[jpitha]

Between The Black and Grey 38

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Fen woke up on her own, confused. Wasn't Starlight supposed to wake her up?

"Starlight?"

"Yes Fen?"

"Why didn't you wake me?"

"I tried once, but you were very asleep. I asked Northern for advice and she said to let you sleep."

That explains that. "What time is it?"

"It is 0312. Everyone else is asleep or resting in their cabins. Northern is sitting in the lounge."

Fen got out of bed. One of the annoying things about space travel is that everyone has their own time on their ships. There's no such thing as timezones after all. You could get used to the clock on one ship, and then move to another and your lunch is the middle of the night. Fen wasn't tired at all, and had plenty of time to think. She had come to a decision.

Meredith's yacht was about the same size as Fen's frigate, so there wasn't many places to get lost. She made her way to the lounge and came across Northern lounging on a couch, facing the large, wide windows. The lights were extinguished, so the brilliance of interstellar space was the only light. "Northern?"

She turned and smiled. "Hi Fen, couldn't sleep?" She gestured towards the couch. Fen joined her.

"You let me sleep though dinner, so now it's 0300 and I'm completely awake. Why are you up?"

Northern shrugged and continued to stare out the window. "Didn't feel like resting in my room, wanted to think about things." She gestured towards the window. "I always think better when I have a view like this."

Fen nodded and leaned back. The couch really was comfortable. "I know what you mean. Even though I grew up on a space station, I hardly ever saw the stars. Our district didn't have any windows, and we hardly ever made it up to the promenade." Fen's face darkened. "It wasn't for people like us."

Northern turned to look at her. "Humans?"

She shook her head. "Refugees."

"Ah." Northern turned back towards the window and they enjoyed the silence for a bit.

"Northern, I spent some time in the last day thinking. About Gord, and Meredith and all that's going on and Empire and Nanites and so on."

"And?"

Fen sighed and leaned against Northern. "I don't want anything to do with any of it."

She felt Northern shake gently. Surprised, she looked up and saw Northern smiling and try to hold in laughter.

"What?"

"It's just..." Northern took a breath, held it a second and let it out. "It's just I was thinking the exact same thing." She turned to Fen. "Look. You don't have the Nanites anymore, Gord and Meredith are deep in-" She did an impression of Gord "-'planning on defeating the Nanites' and what are we going to do?" Fen could feel her shoulder move in a shrug. "We're going to get caught up in the whole thing, and it'll probably go badly and I'd rather be elsewhere." Northern looked back at the window. "I'm not Gord. I didn't get to be the age I am by going into danger."

Fen sat up. "What about Zhe?"

"She'll do anything you ask her to. You know she has a crush on you, right?"

"Yes, I know. I've told her I'm not interested but-"

"But you can't change how she feels."

Fen nodded. "We should ask her."

Fen and Northern got up and walked down to Zhe's room. She had a small suite near engineering. Meredith had apologized for the room, but Zhe said the noise was soothing. It reminded her of home. Fen knocked gently on the door. "Zhe?"

"Come in" The little speaker by the door crackled to life. Fen touched the door and it slid open. Zhe was sitting up in bed, her fur matted from sleep. "What is it? Is something wrong?"

Fen shook her head. "Northern and I want to leave. We don't want to be a part of this anymore. Do you want to come with us?"

Zhe practically jumped out of bed. "Yes! Oh Ancestors, yes!" She started throwing clothes into her bag.

Northern looked at Fen, and raised an eyebrow. Fen turned to Zhe. "You agreed to that awfully easily."

"I don't like Meredith's friends, honor guard, whatever. They... rub my fur the wrong way." Her ears twitched, laughing at her own joke. "They're too used to just ordering people around, especially people like me." She stopped and looked up at Northern, her ears pointed. "You saw it, didn't you?"

"I did, yes." Northern had noticed that Meredith's honor guard tended to order Zhe around like she was some of the help. It wasn't blatant, and it wasn't degrading, but there was an air of othering they did. Northern was not surprised.

Fen was. "What were they doing?"

Zhe resumed packing. "The usual stuff. Micro-aggressions, asking if they can pet me, complimenting my Colonic, that kind of thing. They weren't deliberately being anti-K'laxi, but when you spend time in human space, you see it."

It was all the same stuff Fen was used to on the Gren station. "I'm sorry Zhe."

Her tail flicked and she waved off Fen as she finished packing. "It happens." She stood and shouldered her bag. "Shall we?"

Northern had already grabbed her wheeled cases, and other than the clothes she was wearing, Fen didn't have anything. She was dragged to Starlight by Meredith and Gord and all of her stuff was back on the Frigate.

"I never asked, but where are we?" Fen said as they walked towards the airlock. "Are we still at Picaresque?"

"Yup! Frigate is still parked where you left it. We're in a parking orbit just outside."

Fen stopped. "So, how are we going to leave?"

"It's almost as if you don't think I have a plan for everything Fen, I'm almost hurt!" Northern's eyes flashed blue for a split second, and there was a muffled thump. "Our ride's here."

There was a minute of airlock cycling, and the doors opened to a shuttle. It was small, ancient, smelled of cooked food and too many people, and had a very... handmade appearance. It almost looked like...

"Is this an old escape pod?" Zhe bounded in and sat in the nearest seat."

"Good eye Zhe! Yes, Picaresque had a supply of escape pods and turned them into shuttles you can hail. They'll take you around the system for a reasonable fee."

Northern entered the pod and Fen handed her the cases. As she stepped in, she turned and saw Gord leaning against the hall.

"Headed out?"

Fen crossed her arms. "I don't want to be a part of any of this." She gestured out towards the yacht. "Any of that." Northern and Zhe leaned forward from their seats and came into view behind Fen. "None of us do."

Gord shugged. "That's all right, I won't stop you. I won't even wake the others. He hefted himself off the hall and walked towards them. "Just... be careful Fen. You have a habit of attracting trouble. It might be a product of your genetic makeup." His smile was gentle, sad. "You do look like her. She was a little older than you when I met Melody. I hear her in your voice too. Your accent is different; she grew up on Meíhuà, but you sound like her when you are emphatic."

"I am not her."

"I never said you were, Fen. All you share with the first Empress is genes. You had a different life, different upbringing. I think she would have liked you. Just remember: She always thought she was doing the right thing."

Fen sat in her seat and pulled the safety bar down. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Do, please." Gord slapped the close button on the airlock and it slid shut.

The ride over to Picaresque was uneventful. As soon as they entered the docking hall, the pod lowered to the deck and they were let out next to a row of identical pods, waiting for customers.

The docking hall was huge, airy, and hot. Since it opened up to space as ships came and went, not much effort was placed on HVAC for the space. The ships could control their own temperature, and the workers wore space suits. Fen, Northern and Zhe trotted across the deck as they made their way down to the frigate, parked where they left it. Fen grasped the forward landing leg and it recognized her palm. The lower door quietly sliding open.

"Didn't we have a crew?" Fen walked around the empty frigate looking for people. They had hired a few K'laxi to help out with operations while they did a few jobs, and it's not like they spent a lot of time trying to get to know them, but Fen paid on time and paid well. She snorted as she rounded a corner and found the kitchenette spotless with a note.

"Got a better offer with a K'laxi crew. Good luck!" with three signatures. Fen crumpled the paper. "Ancestors. What the hell? We were gone what, a day and a half? They couldn't hang around?"

"Guess not." Northern sighed and slouched. "I'll be the ship again."

"Wait. Are there any AIs on Picaresque? Do you think we could hire anyone to be the ship? I know you hate it, I don't want to have you do anything you don't want. It's not like we're short on money."

"Hmm." Northern straightened up. "You know, probably. Let's head to the promenade and see what we can learn."

Zhe dropped her bag in front of her door. "The promenade? I thought we're too close to Imperial space for AIs to be out and about."

Northern turned back around and headed down the ramp to the station. "No, the promenade is where we can enter the Basement."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #sci fi writing #humans are space oddities #humans and aliens #jpitha #writing #humans and ai #humans are space capybaras #humans are space australians #Between the black and gray

[spamtonass]

"Portrait of the Imaginary Self"

Plus a version where I forgot my leg marks lol

#art #this is me lol #but like #this portrait of me is actually just how I imagine myself in the near future #i'm feeling a bit lost right now but i think it'll get better #also i'll finally wear the kind of clothes i like lol #i forgot to color my glasses' lens and my hands' palm(? is that the right word) but that's okay

[1-ker0sene-1]

i’m the era of disabled!reader, would you write something for reader who has epilepsy? 🥺 can’t find any fics in my chosen fandom with epileptic reader (or oc) and it makes me sad 🥺

{I hope you don't mind me pairing with Simon on this one ♥️ I hope you enjoy! And please if I get anything wrong lemme know! I'm more than willing to come back and edit!}

CW: improper seizure safety (not by you or Simon), epilepsy seizure description

In full honesty, Simon didn't know if he could do it in the beginning of your relationship. He didn't think he could handle your seizures.. Of course now- having been properly educated about it. He would absolutely scold himself for thinking that, you just need a little bit of help sometimes. You aren't a damn charity case and he hates when people treat you like it. You deserve to be comfortable and safe, not pitied and prodded at. Not only is he your partner and best friend, Simon has become your biggest advocate. Of support for your condition, but also your independence.

One of the first things you both sat down and talked about when getting serious, was seizure safety. Simon needed to know how to help, at least as much as he possibly could without hurting you. He also learned throughout this, that not all seizures are the same. Sometimes you're just.. Absent, with a flutter of your eyes or a quiet mumble as your gaze flickers to nowhere. You just seem lost for a couple minutes. Other times it's the seizures everyone thinks of, where you stiffen, twitch and seize, sometimes even falling to the floor. How can he help? He's a little stressed when learning that there's not much he can do but carefully maneuver you into a recovery position, put something under your head, and just be there for you.

Simon won't ever forget your scariest seizure, you two were just shopping. Simple. He left your side for forty-eight seconds. Exactly forty-eight, he remembers. He just went to grab something you forgot in a different aisle. Picking up a box of chicken stock for dinner, he hears the slam of your body hitting the floor. He remembers the feeling of his stomach twisting into knots, dropping the container and making a run back to your aisle when he hears someone call out.

It's not you calling, you're far into the seizing, a citizen found you before Simon did. Now it's not the bastards fault, this stranger didn't know how to help you, so in the panic the man was holding your shoulders down trying to still you. Simons hackles raise, words ripped from the masked mans throat instantly.

"Off her- NOW."

Simon didn't think, he just moved, his big meaty hand grabbed the man by the back of the neck and threw him away from you. He's honestly been nicer to enemy soldiers. He didn't even spare the stranger another glance, falling hard to his knees next to you.

" 'm right here baby.. Right here.."

He rips the balaclava off his head, definitely taking a tuff of hair from his scalp. Not that he would notice right now. Simon carefully lifted your head just to slip it under, the softer fabric better than the hard floor. Stroking your hair away from your face, he doesn't hold you down- but his hands are close to you, resting featherlight on your cheek.

"You're safe doll.. I'm right here.. it'll pass."

He murmurs to you, unsure if you're hearing, but either way he keeps talking you through. Now, his arms gently hook under your leg, being as gentle as he can- his hands position you to your recovery position and on your side. Fishing out his phone quickly, he's already got the timer going. Less than five minutes. Please be less than five minutes.

"I have you sweetheart.."

Simon is right by you, watching your every movement closely. He's shoved away any items, just you and him on the floor.

"Should we call an ambulance?"

A stranger asks, Simon shakes his head. Never taking his eyes off you. You just had to go through it. If it's not a long one you should recover alright.

"I have her. Just stay back and move on-"

He snaps, he's stressed, he knows they're just concerned but he doesn't want anyone fucking with you right now. Simons eyes light up as the seizing calms, under two minutes, you're coming back to him. He finally lets out the massive breath he's been holding in. His thumb caresses your cheek.

"You're alright.. there you are.. you're okay."

Simon curls himself closer to you, stroking your cheek as your eyes slowly start adjusting back. You're foggy, confused, he's holding you a little closer and whispering softly.

"it's Simon, love.. Your Simons right here. You're right here.. we're in the store baby."

Now that you were coming back from it, Simon slips himself behind you as he moves you to lay against his chest. It's a while before you're able to be moved, waiting until you're fully alert again, he's taking it slow carrying you back to the car and getting you home. The rest of the week is spent easing you through the recovery. Low lights, he knows your head is aching. Lots. Absolutely lots of sweet talking. His strong girl.. he calls you. Making sure you take your meds on time and get plenty of rest.

"I'm sorry Si.. I didn't mean to scare you.."

You mumble, in bed together. Simon is sat up against the headboard, holding you close on his lap. His hand strokes locks of your hair, shaking his head sternly.

"Don't be apologizin' for anything. Didn't do a damn thing wrong-"

His hand slips to hold your chin, making you lock eyes with him.

"Hear me? Nothin'. I got you.. I'll always have my girl."

#disabled reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley headcanons #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ghost imagine #cod ghost x you #cod ghost x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost cod x reader

[luveline]

what about a grumpy!reader / Eddie + roan. Reader is trying so hard not to let work things get to her but she ends up being a bit grumpy at home, that's when Eddie and our favorite girl Roan intervene.

Maybe. Just a thought. I just love them (and you) so much ❤️

thank you!! i love you <3 eddie and roan —your small family tries to cheer you up after a bad day. fem!reader, 1.4k

"It's a new one called the macarena," Eddie says, his hands around Roan's wrists guiding her arms into the right positions. "Macarena by maca-Roanie."

She's dancing on his thighs. You have no idea how he can cope with it. While Roan isn't a heavy girl, whenever she does it to you it makes you squirm. 

Eddie hums the song and poses Roan's arms, across her abdomen and then hands on her hips. "Hey, maca-Roanie," he sings, making her shake her hips in time with the song, bodily turning her to the left.  

She giggles at the suddenness of it, and her eyes light up with happiness when she sees you're back from the bathroom. 

"Dance with us!" she pleads, laughing more as Eddie messes up the move and quickly corrects her arms. 

"Maybe in a minute," you say, as gently as you can manage despite your foul mood. Neither of them deserve to feel shitty just because you do. 

"Now," she whines, her foot slipping off of Eddie's thigh. She runs with the momentum to the end of the couch, her hands grabbing for you. "Please! Dad will sing the song again." 

"Sorry, Ro," you say, giving her shoulder a quick rub. 

You walk over to the TV to turn down the volume a touch before collapsing with a puff into the fat armchair. Relief courses through you as you shield your eyes from the light. 

"Is she okay?" Roan whispers. 

Eddie must pull her or yank her toward him, if her little yelp and subsequent laughter is anything to go off of. "She's okay, mini me. Today's been really long, that's all."

"It feels as long as yesterday." 

"That's the problem. Come on, let's go make a cup of hot cocoa, okay? I'll show you how to do the dance again."

You're glad that they leave, though that soon melds to a bone deep guilt, kind to make you wanna get up and put on a smile and learn Eddie's new dance. You try to force yourself up. 

You sink deeper into the armchair. 

"Can I give her a hug?" Roan asks in the kitchen. She must think you can't hear her far away. 

"I'm sure she'd love that, but let's give her ten minutes, okay?" 

"Is she mad with me?" 

"No," Eddie says fondly. "She's definitely not mad at you. Just tired, babe."

"Will you toast my marshmalloweds with the flamethrower?" 

"Blowtorch," he corrects. You hear a drawer opening, a click, and Roan's impressed Woah.

I'm such a fucking dick, you think, curling into a ball. My poor loves. 

You sizzle in your bad mood, folding in on yourself as tightly as you can. They don't deserve to feel the cloud hanging over your head. Hopefully it'll blow over soon, and luckily they don't seem to mind. Eddie knows better than to think how you feel has something to do with him, or Ro, or that you'd ever take it out on them. 

You don't want work to make them feel shitty too. 

The kettle whines on the stove. You used to make cocoa in the microwave until Eddie found out about superheated water and said it was too dangerous. You can see him in your head pouring the hot water into their matching mugs, Garfield and Odie, Roan's very favourites donated from the Great Munson Mug Collection when she was a baby. Your heart hurts thinking about it 'cos usually you're standing there at the counter listening to her tell you how much she loves Odie the puppy. Eddie used to cut the Garfield strips out of every newspaper and save them in a plastic binder for her until she slowly lost interest, but the love is still there. The plastic binder is proof, tucked up on your bookshelf next to your photo albums and Eddie's records. 

"Sure you got it?" 

"Yes, daddy, I have it. Thank you for asking me." 

"Are you kidding? You're so welcome. Please don't burn your fingers." 

"I have the handle. You're doing that thing Y/N says you do with over drotectivity." 

"Over drotectivity, huh." 

"You're worrying about things more than normal dads worry and it's gonna give you chives." 

"Sweetheart." Eddie snorts, their footsteps approaching the living room. "It's called over protectiveness, and she thinks it gives me hives, not chives. Which it doesn't! I got hives one time and it was from that discount laundry detergent." 

"When Y/N put ointment on your back and said you felt like a rattlesnake!" 

You peek up from the depressed leather of the armchair your face is smushed in. Roan crosses the room with your favourite mug in her small hand, the weight of it straining her wrist. Cocoa sloshes over the side and a marshmallow rides the wave down onto the hardwood. 

"Don't slip," you say softly. 

"Won't slip," she says, grinning. Her smile is all Eddie like a master copy. "I made you cocoa in the best cup with just pink marshmalloweds 'cos the pink ones are for love." 

"What are the white ones for?" you ask.

You take the mug from her before she can burn herself. Eddie presses down on her shoulder as he sits on the floor in front of your armchair, wielding two mugs in one hand precariously. He swoops Roan into his lap and smiles at you from over her neatly coiled curls. "White ones are for making you taller." 

Roan points at her mug emphatically. "I got lots of white. I wanna sit in the front seat of the car." 

"That's a good reason," you say, slouched but not entirely collapsed in your chair, wondering why they've sat themselves at your feet and already knowing the answer. "Thank you for cocoa, Roro. I'm sorry I didn't dance with you earlier." 

Roan shrugs and leans back into Eddie's chest. He narrowly avoids scalding her, slurping a sip from the rim of his mug rather than have it pour down the side to splash her pyjama-clad shoulder. 

"That's OK. I didn't want to play Wombats with you last night and you still hugged me after teeth." 

She can be such a peculiar kid. Her vocabulary keeps growing in an explosion of mispronounciation and wrong definitions, as well as these unexpected shorthands; teeth means brushing her teeth. She'd brushed her teeth and dragged you to her room, imploring you to climb into bed with her for a half hour which you happily spent stroking her hair from her forehead and exchanging sleepy conversation. 

"Honestly, I didn't even think about Wombats. I just wanted to spend time with you," you say. 

Roan's little chin dips up and down as she nods, her hair bouncing against her cheeks. "Exactly! We don't have to dance. We can just sit down all night." 

"I like sitting down," Eddie adds. 

You lick your lips. They're too good for you, sometimes.

"Thank you, guys," you say, taking a sip of cocoa. 

Roan preens. Eddie puts his cocoa on the floor and his hand on your arm, the gap between you feeling smaller and smaller by the second, your bad mood at a low simmer rather than the roaring boil it had been. The ring on his pinky finger is distinct as his loving hand keeps you company, smothering the heat. 

They chat to one another and don't mind when you have nothing to say. All the sugar and love-flavoured marshmallows cheer you up some, enough to put down your empty mug and want a hug. 

"Come here?" you ask, laying back to make room. 

Roan makes a sound that can only be described as a rabid giggle and leaps onto the cushions. Eddie isn't far behind her, mugs forgotten and nearly kneed over as he encapsulates the two of you in his arms. 

"I'll be less grumpy tomorrow," you promise bashfully. 

"You're kinda cute when you're grumpy," Eddie says, indifferent. His smile curls against your shoulder. "Don't force it." 

"I like happy you and sad you," Roan says. 

You smile softly, tucking a silken curl of hair behind her ear. "I'm not sad," you promise, looking her in the eye and meaning every word, "I can't be sad for long with you and dad around." 

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[holy-puckslibrary]

━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

main masterlist

pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x f!reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; trevor x jamie x mason wc — 2.2k synopsis — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving?

note — happy valentine's day, my lovelies!! as my gift to you, i've decided to release whatever the hell this is from the archive <3 i randomly dropped this on patreon post-ficmas '24 because, per usual, i was possessed by the ghost of perpetual horniness! we know it'll happen again, so just know i am totally down to write a follow-up if there's any interest teehee! oh, and to the anons who requested some jd + tz content after the trade (rip), i hope this satisfies the craving!! (and you don't mind masey being thrown in the mix)

and with that... i’ll see myself out 🚶‍♀️

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! + trevor calling himself daddy (once) while being condescending to all parties lolz

“—stop getting in my way.”

"or what?"

silence.

then, an exasperated groan.

“i wouldn’t need to be in the way if you were doing it right.”

the long, drawn-out sigh you hear sounds far away, like an echo from somewhere out in the distance, but you know it's coming from behind you—directly behind you.

your boyfriend abandons the soft curves of your chest, which you vehemently protest with a petulant mewl, to massage the tension building between his eyes; if he’d known this would turn into such a headache, he never would’ve suggested this.

“clock’s running, boys. if you wanna waste your very limited time between my girl’s pretty legs bickering with each other, be my guest.”

jamie and mason exchange a glare, united in their distaste for their friend’s tone and attitude in spite of their sudden animosity toward one another.

a pretty girl could do that to a friend group.

only, you haven’t come between the trio in the way one might assume. you might’ve been the catalyst in jamie and mason’s current strife, sure, but that's where your meddling begins and ends. no, you’ve come between them in more of a physical sense, at the behest of your boyfriend and their best friend.

trevor zegras veered toward possessive—territorial, even—most days, but, tonight, he’s feeling strangely generous. it is the season of giving, after all. however, his kindness hardly felt like a gift anymore. the gesture lost its luster soon after the silky ribbon was untied and discarded... and the bitching began. charity work would be a more apt descriptor, in his humble opinion.

he’s expecting an edible arrangement from the ladies of orange county in the near future.

but if anyone deserves some compensation, it's most definitely you, and trevor has just the shiny something in mind. what was originally intended to be the crown jewel of your holiday gifts will now function as a “thank you letting my friends use you as a practice dummy” token of appreciation.

“guess we also need to teach you to share,” you huff, exhausted from the accidental edging and frustrated by trevor's shifted attention.

the worst part is that you don’t think they’re perceptive enough (or have enough experience with a woman’s body, even) to see the agony, the by-product of their inadvertent torture, smeared plainly across your dazed and dewy face. your boyfriend's best friends have unintentionally dragged you to the brink of insanity, and you're reluctantly hanging on by a fragile thread.

said boyfriend's lips caress your temple. “can’t say i blame them. with you freshly unwrapped—just out of the box—and all... i wouldn't know how to share you, either.”

eager is a nice way of putting the boys' behavior thus far, but selfish is a more befitting adjective for their uncoordinated fervor.

two interesting things to note since you were spread wide—presented—to your boyfriend’s closest friends and collegues. the first being that while jamie is enthralled by the way you clench around his lithe fingers, mason favors his mouth; and second, trevor’s harder than a rock from showering his friends with the same domineering aura usually reserved for you in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

(or, the backseat of his car. the abandoned lifeguard tower beside the pier and, on occasion, the recently refurbished dressing room.)

mason also enjoys spitting on your sensitive bits more than he’s comfortable with, the apprehension bright in his eyes. but, watching the run-off of his saliva and your syrupy arousal drip onto jamie’s fingers before both are shoved into your heat is too distracting to pay any mind to the internal chaos of unearthing a new and unforeseen kink.

what jamie lacks in skill and experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. for all his bashfulness, jamie drysdale is not shy about finger-fucking.

momentarily sat on his haunches, mason watches with feverish intent as his friend curls your toes with the simple curl of his marriage and middle, his pinky and pointer fingers splayed wide to keep his eye on the prize, sight unimpeded by plush, silky distractions.

no bells and whistles, just diligence.

soon, watching ceases to satiate the burly man and mason slips his own thumb into the mix. with his lips or his tongue—or his fingers, it now seems—mason mctavish is obsessed with your clit.

trevor shoots him a knowing wink; that's his favorite part, too. never do you make prettier sounds than when you’re having that special, highly-responsive bundle tended to. fingers, tongue, trevor's thigh... it doesn't matter, you fall apart all the same.

mason nudges jamie to one side and, much to your surprise, he goes without a fight this time, still stroking you closer and closer to the summit.

with his greater access, mason leans down. his nose splits duties with his thumb as he places wet, open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs, mons pubis, and, finally, the coveted pearl throbbing for affection. his mouth wraps around the little bud before pausing. he looks up for approval.

from trevor.

with the dip of his chin and a peck to your balmy cheek, your boyfriend encourages his best friend to suck on his girlfriend's clit.

mason needs no further coaxing. he alternates between suction and kitten-licks; his tongue was beginning to feel left out. all the while, jamie’s devoted fingers keep you pleasantly teetering on the end.

it's amazing the difference time and a little scolding can make.

“i think you’re enjoying this a little too much, bunny.”

“—m’sorry,” you whimper.

his warm, familiar chuckle fills your ear as he strokes your cheek. “i’m only teasing. you know how much i love watching you get all worked up. and, this way, i get to sit back and enjoy the view while they do all the dirty work.”

your eyes roll back, and his amusement grows louder.

“maybe, we’ll do this again? i wonder how fast they could get you off when they already know how the tricks.”

a raw, guttural sound claws past your lips.

trevor growls into your neck between love-bites. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, greedy girl? is my mouth not enough for you—y’need my friends’ too? such a slutty little bunny i have..."

"no—only want y-you."

it comes out in a few, demure hiccups, the clarity of your protest impeded by those and the frantic shaking of your head.

your boyfriend can't help but twist your mind when you're like this, too weak and preoccupied by pleasure to give him any lip. his brat's gone sweet, fully subdued. and now he can have a little fun.

“—i know, i know. no need to get all worked up over nothing, silly girl. but it wouldn't matter much if you did, though, right?" the hand cradling your chin moves your head in agreement; he knows you're too far gone—too fucked out, to function. "no, it wouldn't because daddy doesn't share his toys. he needs you all to himself."

in this moment, you aren't sure if trevor loves or loathes you.

“lost your voice, bunny? you’re strangely quiet for a slut i know is close. i can hear it, and i know you can too. we all know you're fucking soaked. go on, don't be shy. i think their good behavior has earned them some praise, hm? doin' so good at following my directions—almost as obedient as you are, pretty thing. be sweet, then you can cum all you want."

his words, coupled with the overstimulation between your bent and parted knees, send your brain down a cloudy, all-consuming spiral. too overwhelmed by the boys kneeling at your altar, you can hardly string together cohesive thoughts, let alone speak adequate praise for their efforts.

...as if trevor expected anything out of your mouth other than garbled, pathetic mumbling anyway.

not to mention, jamie found the spot that makes you see stars on the ceiling as his best friend was busy whispering filth into your ear, and he's been bullying it with his deft fingers—three of them now, buried down to the knuckle. he gives it a short, purposeful rub just to show off his treasure.

you shriek and buck your hips into mason's waiting mouth. as his head dips back down to nestle against you, the angle of jamie's fingers changes and your vision blurs just a tad.

trevor's amusement thunders in your ears as he keeps you from shying away from the new sensation, an arm looped around your waist keeping you tight to his bare chest. and good thing, too, seeing as mason's tongue slips in between jamie's fingers not a second later.

they're right and truly pleasuring you now, and you can't wait a second more.

you surrender.

and, as promised, you show them what real moans sound like from a woman—not that fake shit they subject you and trevor to through the walls on a semi-regular basis.

the sounds of you ripping at the seams spur them on, and it's starting to get difficult to discern who's to blame for the puddle beneath you. this are sloppier and more obscene than ever, and you're loving every single second of it, you almost feel like this is your gift and not theirs.

—which is why you nearly write it off as a trick of a pleasure-drunk mind.

you feel it against your sopping, swollen folds before they notice it themselves; in electing to run their tongues up and down the same path at the same time, their mouths mingled along the way—and continue to do so. the delicious, foreign sensation of their mouths tangled in a clandestine dance buys your silence. and easily.

sooner or later, they’d realize and your fun would mostly likely cease—they've never given any indication of feeling either way—and you weren’t about to speed the process along, especially not when you have the pearly gates in sight.

trevor's won't call attention to it either because he's enjoying it as much as you are. maybe more. he's twitching like crazy against the small of your back, and each time jamie and mason convene between your knees, his hips shamelessly rut into you softness like a feral dog.

he nudges you, warm lips against your cheek. "look."

giving your head a downward tilt, his firm hand directs your attention to the object of his—your boyfriend isn't the only one seeking respite by way of aimless grinding.

mason and jamie have their hips flush to your bed, their burning, sweat-stained cheeks glued to your inner thighs, one slightly scratchier than the other—the best of both worlds. their eyes are nearly black with lust. their frantic movements are more pleasure-seeking than precise, driving into the wrinkled sheets with just one thing in mind.

you've never seen anything quite like it before, and your body reacts in kind.

naturally, trevor sees the signs before anyone. he knows your body best, something he takes great pride in. you'd wager he knows more about what makes you tick than even you do. he's put in enough hours, that's for sure.

trevor doesn't bother disgusting the desire weighing on his voice, "beg."

your lips part as if on cue. your boyfriend (selfishly) indulges your pitiful little whines and repetitive pleas—he'll never pass up an opportunity to rub his handiwork in envious faces—but, eventually, he cuts you off before you get too far into the bit.

"—not you, silly bunny. them."

aghast, mason rips his mouth away and you whine at the sudden loss. jamie strokes your walls sympathetically.

"you're joking."

"does it sound like i'm joking, mctavish? you're lucky i'm even letting you see her like this, let alone touch what's mine, and it's a fucking privilege to watch her cum. convince me that you've earned it."

you weren't expecting to find it so erotic, the power trevor wields over them. you're no stranger to his persuasive prowess; his commands alone were enough to get you off some nights. but this is different, and markedly so.

watching him command his best friends—his friends, reducing them to docile creatures eager to eat from the palm of his hand with words alone, is what tips you over the edge.

their persistent chorus of compliance is swallowed entirely by your wanton cunt, but that was by design.

trevor always knows what you need.

when the dam in your abdomen fractures alongside your voice, he holds your wrists tight to his bare thighs, preventing you from grounding yourself in either of his friends' messy mops or finding purchase anywhere on his body. he can't have you distracted. he needs you to enjoy every second of it. your full, undivided attention must be on the pampering you're receiving, and the tender care with which his friends provide it.

it's okay if you're too weak—of mind, body or both—to make that happen for yourself. your boyfriend is more than willing to pin you down as you ride out your first high of the night. happy to, really.

on the come down, jamie rubs light, lazy circles over your sore, swollen clit almost apologetically. mason laps up your release because it'd be a crime to waste a drop—trevor made that abundantly clear earlier in the night. once he's drunk you dry, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"i think i could, um, use a bit more practice?" he announces bashfully—as if he didn't just make you squirt into his mouth.

jamie perks up at his side, fingers and lips still shiny. he's savoring the fruit of their labors like a precious delicacy, knowing it could be the last time he gets a taste. dark lashes shy and fluttering, his puppy-dog eyes blink up at you. "me too."

a wicked smirk forms on trevor's face; they see it, you hear it.

"gentlemen, how's your stroke game?"

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[wolflver626]

Healing Your Wounds- fantasy!kiribaku x gn!reader

A/n: This is my first ever fanfic on here! It's kinda short, and it's not my best, but I still like it :]

Warnings: poly relationship, cursing, reader has a stab wound, Bakugo kinda ooc

WC: 500

"God dammit Y/n don't close your eyes!" Bakugo demanded. "Keep them open for me okay?!" Tears started to cloud his vision. "FUCK stay with me please." His arms were wrapped around them, holding them bridal style. He ran into the house. "KIRISHIMA GRAB THE KIT!" He yelled. Kirishima immediately ran into the room with the first aid kit. He gasped and ran toward them as Bakugo put them down.

"What happened?!" He asked as he started tending to their wound.

"Bandits." Bakugo spat. "Those stupid fucks went after them instead of me." He started to nervously pace around the room. "I think they wanted to use them as bai-" Bakugo was interrupted by Y/n screaming out in pain.

"Shhhhh, it's okay hun I know it hurts. It'll be over soon I promise." Kirishima tried to comfort them as he stitched up the stab wound. Bakugo stopped pacing and sat down next to them. He grabbed their head and pushed it into his chest.

"Shhhhhhh." He soothed. He tried to drown out the sound of Y/n's muffled cries with his words. For their sake and his own. "I know. I know." A stray tear fell down his cheek. "Eijiro is gonna make you feel better, okay?" As their cries were muffled by Bakugo's chest, Kirishima had finished stitching them up.

"You did so well hun." He praised as he got up and kissed their head. He left to go get some potions and put the kit up. Bakugo took this as a sign to let go and started to gently move Y/n away from him. They responded by scooting closer to him (they couldn't move their arms due to the pain). He sighed and started rubbing their hair.

"I promise I'll protect you next time." They nuzzled their face into his chest as a 'Thank you'. Kirishima then re-entered the room and sat next to Bakugo. He started to rub their back with his right hand.

"I brought you a potion to help with the pain, okay?" He said as he held out the potion with his other hand. "Can you sit up for me?" Y/n nodded as they slowly sat up, Kirishima still supporting their back. "Good, now I'm gonna pour this into your mouth, okay?" Y/n nodded as consent. "Okay." They tipped their head backwards, and Kirishima started to slowly pour the potion into their mouth. He started to pour a little faster as Bakugo held their chin in place. "Almost done;" He comforted before the potion bottle was empty. "All done. Great job Love." He smiled as he closed the potion bottle. "It should start working in a little bit."

"Until then, you need to rest." Bakugo used his thumb to wipe their lips. "You lost a lot of blood. You aren't allowed to move or go out for a day." He decided. Y/n opened their mouth to protest but he cut them off. "No. I don't care what you think. You're staying here to REST. End. Of. Story."

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[weird-is-life]

I'll take care of you

Pairing: Spencer Reid x paramedic!fem!reader

Summary: Spencer gets sick, mistakes your apartment for his and you take care of him

Warnings: a few swear words, mentions of food, use of y/n and pet names, fluff

Words: 0.9k Masterlist

A/N: English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes

You threw your coat on the hanger by the door and kicked your shoes off. You were so happy to finally be home from work, ready to make yourself something good to eat and put on a movie.

But something wasn't right, another pair of shoes caught your eye. They definitely wasn't your and your mind immediately came up with a name.

"Spencer?" you called out into your apartment. No responce came. You frowned to yourself, confused as why were his shoes by your door.

You walked further into your home, brows furrowed as you looked for him. You finally found him, he was laying face down on your couch.

You called out his name again and he only stirred a bit. You frowned more, what was he doing there?

You took the few steps towards him and crouched down next to the couch, "Spencer," you softly shook his shoulder, "Spence, wake up."

He slowly opened his eyes and disoriented looked at you. You noticed, that his eyes were bloodshot and he didn't look very well.

"H-hi" he groggily got out.

"Hi, what are you doing here? Not that you can't be here, i'm just surprised, i didn't know you were coming" you said, looking slightly worried at him.

"What are you doing here? Hotch send me home, because he thinks, i'm sick" he air quoted the word sick, making you giggle before you realised what he said.

"Babe, but you are at my apartment and you are sick?" you puzzled.

"I'm not at your-...."he looked around looking more confused than you," but what am i doing here? I went home. " He looked at you like some lost puppy.

You put the back of your hand on his forehead and winced," you're burning up."

You were quick on your feet, ready to make him feel better. "Have you taken any medicine?"

"No" he replied as he tried to keep his eyes open.

"I'll go get you something, you okay to walk to the bed and change too?" you asked, running your hand through his hair, he nodded.

You hesitantly left him alone and went to retrieve the pills. When you appeared in your bedroom, Spencer sat on the edge of the bed, basically sitting asleep.

"You okay? Need my help? " you pointed at the comfy clothes next to him.

"Mmh..."he tiredly looked up," please." You helped him change into the clothes and you couldn't help, but to feel flustered from his loving gaze. He was looking at you with lopsided smile.

"What's up with the smile?" you raised your eyebrows at him, amused by his expression.

"You look pretty" he grinned at you, "and you'd make a good nurse."

You had to laugh at his words, "babe, but i am a nurse, well kind of." There was a huge difference between nurse and your job, but you didn't want to explain that to already baffled Spencer.

"Really? That makes sense" you chuckled again, poor Spence, the fever definitely wasn't being nice to him.

"Here, take this" you handed him the medicine with soft smile and he did as you instructed.

"Thank you" he was barely keeping his eyelids open, "you should get some sleep now, it'll help, " you said.

He quickly snuggled under the covers and let out a pained sigh.

"I don't feel so good" he complained, yawning as he said it.

"I know, Spence. But the pills will help in a moment, you just need to sleep now" you stroked his hot cheek and gave him a tender kiss on the forehead.

"Will you stay?" he pleaded sluggishly. "Yeah, just give me a second" you closed the curtains and by the time you were back by his side, he was already asleep.

You really wanted to stay with him, to make sure he was okay. But you knew, it'd do him good, if you made him some soup. Your stomach agreed with that, too.

You went to check up on him a few times and he was soundly sleeping. The food was almost done, when a exhausted voice called out your name. You quickly went to him.

"Hi" you sweetly cooed, sitting next to his body.

"H-hi" he sickly said.

"How are you feeling?" you questioned as you handed him some water.

"Not good, my throat is sore" he frowned. You carefully put your hand on his forehead again, it wasn't that hot anymore.

"I'm sorry, love" you expressed, "i made you a soup. Would you like some?"

"Yeah..."

"I'll be right back. "

You sat down next to him with the soup, ready to help him.

"I can eat it myself" he stated.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, i'm sure" he said and started munching on the soup.

"Okay" you smiled at him and started telling him about your day.

When he was done, he put the plate at the bedside table and laid back down.

"Was it good?" you started gently scratching his head and playing with his hair.

"The best" he replied.

"I'm glad, you should get some more sleep, yeah? I'll be in the living room, watching tv" you wanted to leave, put he swiftly caught your wrist.

"Don't go" he asked for you to stay and who were you to say no to him.

"Sure, of course i'll stay" you sat back on the bed and he shamelessly put your hand back on his head, in the messy curls.

"Does that feel good?" you chuckled.

"Mhh" he hummed in agreement. You didn't mind, tho. You started a movie, while he slept.

You basically stayed like that for a few more days, until he got better. Spencer enjoyed every second of your affection, even if he felt like he was dying.

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[hardstraykidshours]

just relax

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: smut, fluff, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: chan's been stressing over a song he's writing, so you decide to help him relax a bit.

length: 2.5k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, switch!chan (then kinda dom!chan), switch!reader, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), handjob, cum eating, praise, pet names ("baby," "baby girl"), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

since the moment chan came home a couple hours ago, he's been tense and moody. you let him have his space to see if he just needed to de-stress after a rough day, but when you look over at where he's sitting further down the couch from you, you can't take it anymore. he's sitting rigid and uncomfortably, his brow furrowed and a far off look in his eyes, clearly not paying attention to the movie he put on for both of you. 

you grab the remote and pause the film, but he's so lost in thought, he doesn't even notice until you say his name. "channie?" 

"hmmm? yes, baby? is the movie over?" 

"no, i just paused it. are you okay?" 

"me? mmhmm, yes, i'm great," he says absent-mindedly. 

you scoot across the couch towards him, gently taking his face in your hands to tilt it towards you. "channie, what's wrong?" 

"nothing, i told you, everything's fine. i'm all good." 

he tries to shake loose of your hold, but you don't allow it, shooting him a knowing look. "come on, i know you better than that. tell me what's up." 

he sighs softly before reaching up and squeezing one of your hands. "it was just a really rough day. i still couldn't figure out that part of the song i've been working on. like i don't think i wrote a single new line today, just sat and stared at the screen trying to think of anything. and to make it all so much better, i cannot seem to get this new choreo right. my back is killing me from practicing all day, but I have yet to do it right even once." he swipes a hand across his face in frustration, moving your hands in the process. he turns away from you again, leaning forward and resting his head in his hands. "it's just so frustrating."

you move closer and start slowly rubbing his back in soothing circles. "hey, it's okay. you can't expect yourself to be perfect all the time. you'll have your breakthrough with the song and you'll figure out the choreo eventually. you always do. it just might take some time. and that's okay." 

he tries to protest, but you interrupt. "nope, no arguments. you're kind of super fucking impressive and talented, and i'm your super smart girlfriend so you have to trust me on this one." you can see a smile teasing the corner of his lips at your words and you lean in to give him a kiss on the cheek.  "now just take some time to relax and de-stress tonight. you're not gonna have any more luck tomorrow if you're exhausted from staying up worrying."

you feel a deep sigh leave his body before he responds. "fine, yes, i agree. you're right, i just don't know how to relax when i get in my head like this." 

"let me help you then." without waiting for his response you move behind him fully and switch from just rubbing soothing circles on his back to massaging his sore muscles. you feel his body start to loosen as you work, his previously ramrod straight back slackening and slumping forward. 

you pause your efforts and nudge him slightly, silently telling him to stand up. he complies, but turns back towards you, a questioning look on his face. 

you also rise from the couch, grabbing his hand and leading him through the apartment. "come on, it'll be way easier for me to work out all the knots if you're lying down."

when you get to the bedroom, he immediately lays down face first onto the bed, very much so on board with your plan. "woah, woah, wait just a second." he picks up his head from where it was buried in a pillow and tilts it towards you. "shirt off," you gesture at him to remove it, which he quickly does before flopping back down. 

you grab one of your favorite lotions and pour some on your hands, the smell of eucalyptus filling the room. after warming it in your palms for a few moments, you get back to work. your hands slide slowly up the length of his back, applying pressure to his tight muscles. a low groan leaves chan's throat at the sensation. 

you continue working out each of the knots in his back, his grunts and moans of pleasure growing louder and more frequent as he relaxes beneath your touch. "fuck, baby girl, you have the best hands." 

his words cause goosebumps to tickle your skin and heat to pool in your core. you know he's being completely innocent in his remark, but you can't help the direction your thoughts go when he says it. images of your hands wrapped around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure flip through your head as you continue the massage. 

after a few more minutes you pause, leaning forward slightly. "i think i got all the knots out of your back, are you sore anywhere else?" 

chan hesitates for a moment before replying. "ummm, yeah...my chest. but you don't have to worry about it, you've already done too much by rubbing my back for so long." 

"no, please! let me. i want to. i can think of nothing more i'd rather do for you right now." there is actually one thing you can think of, but you don't voice it. this isn't about you tonight, it's about helping chan relax and keep his mind off of work. 

you raise yourself up on your knees to give him room to move beneath before nudging him slightly. "now roll over." 

once he's flipped himself onto his back you have to take a second to just stare. you've seen his bare chest countless times, but you're still always in awe about how gorgeous he is, all smooth muscle and hard lines. you shake yourself out of the daze you were in and lower yourself, so you're sitting just above his hips. leaning forward you start to knead the tight muscles of his chest. 

you notice how he winces slightly when you first apply pressure, so you lighten up until the muscles begin to relax beneath your fingers. after awhile, he closes his eyes and starts to let out little breathy moans as you massage the soreness from his chest. 

you don't miss the way you can feel him harden beneath your ass as you continue, and you bite back a smile, realizing your massage is affecting him in more ways than one. as you continue, you start to subtly rock your hips in time with the pulls of your hands across his muscles, hovering on your knees slightly, so he will only feel you lightly graze across him. 

as you continue you slowly add more pressure, both with your hands and your hips until you're fully grinding on him while rubbing his chest. he tips his head back slightly, eyes still closed, and let's out a deep moan at the feeling of you rocking against his already throbbing dick. 

one of his hands makes it way up to your hip, guiding you in your movements and pulling you closer to him. the other hand moves your hands off of his chest before reaching up to your neck, pulling you down to him. you watch as he opens his eyes for barely a second before closing the small distance between you and capturing your lips with his. 

he kisses you deeply, languidly, passionately, his tongue slowly stroking yours. he pulls away slightly to suck lightly on your bottom lip before diving in for more. his kiss is rushed, but also slow, urgent, but somehow lazy, it's everything all at once and your mind is spinning, overwhelmed by him. 

his hand on your hip slides up, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, and your breath catches at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin. it continues its path up your body, pulling your shirt up along the way. he pauses right below your breast, asking a silent question. you break away from the mind shattering kiss long enough to pull off your shirt. you reach behind yourself and unclasp your bra as well, letting it slide off your arms as you lean back down to capture his lips once more. 

his deft hands quickly find your breasts, kneeding them gently, almost reverently, before lightly tugging on each nipple. you moan loudly at the sensation, his mouth swallowing the sound. your brain starts to shutdown as he continues toying with your tits. all you can think about is the fire in your core, how desperate you are for him. 

you break free from his overwhelming lips once more, sliding your hands down his body until they run into his waistband. wasting no time, you quickly slide down both his sweats and boxers, hands immediately reaching for his cock. he groans as you wrap your fingers around his length and his hands shoot to your hips, helping you shed your shorts and panties. 

you settle yourself back atop him, both of you now completely bare, and rock your hips against him slowly. you slide against him easily, your pussy already absolutely soaked. 

"you're always so wet for me," his low voice rumbles through you, his dirty words sending a new wave of arousal crashing over you. "such a good girl you are, isn't that right, baby?" 

"mmhmmm," you groan, grinding against him and tipping your head back at the delicious sensation of his cock rubbing against your clit. he guides your hips up and positions himself before slowly pulling you down onto his dick. 

you don't move for a few moments once you're fully seated on him, always needing a little time to adjust to his huge cock. just like always, he waits patiently for you to start moving, never wanting to cause you any discomfort. 

when you start moving, you do it in the same rhythm as you were massaging his muscles earlier, slowly and deeply. you clench your walls around him as you fuck him, enjoying the moans and pants and filthy words that spill from his lips when you do. 

the feeling of him stroking that spot deep inside of you starts to build, and you rock your hips faster, eventually abandoning your plan to take your time as you start to chase your high. chan notices the change and his hand slips in between you and starts playing with your clit. you can't help the choked moan that escapes and fall forward slightly at the intense pleasure he's bringing you, your hand landing on his chest to help keep balanced. 

you lose yourself in the sensation of his dick filling you up so perfectly while his thumb rubs circles on your clit until you can't take it anymore, and your orgasm overtakes you. you collapse on top of him, riding out each wave of your climax, panting as you come back down to earth. 

he doesn't wait long for you to recover before he's flipping you beneath him. after a few strokes, he pauses and leans down, brushing your hair away from your ear before whispering. "lift your hips for me, baby girl." 

confused by his request, but too lost in pleasure to question, you lift your hips, and he slips a pillow beneath them, keeping his dick inside you throughout the whole motion. he rocks his hips gently once, and your eyes roll back at the sensation. 

holy shit. 

you thought you felt full before, but it's nothing compared to this. the slight change in position makes you feel him so much deeper than ever before, the pleasure with every movement of his amplified by this new angle. 

he starts rhythmically moving his hips, pulling almost all the way out with each thrust. you can feel every inch of his dick stroking you, hitting you just right, completely overtaking all your senses until all you can think about is the feeling of him inside of you. you've never felt acute pleasure quite like this before. he picks up his pace and the sensation only grows as he takes you higher and higher until you don't know whether you'll come or pass out from the sheer intensity of pleasure first. his hand moves between you once more and all it takes is one roll of his thumb against your clit before you completely shatter around him. 

chans loud groans fill the room as you flutter around his cock, your orgasm seemingly never ending. he slows his pace, rocking languidly in and out of you, drawing out your climax as long as he can. when your high finally settles he gives you a few more deep strokes before pulling out and flopping onto his back next to you. 

still dazed from your orgasm it takes you a second to realize he never finished. before you can even form your question you feel his hand wrap around yours, tugging it down to his throbbing cock. "i want you to use your hands. i need to feel you touch me." 

you wrap your fingers around his dick, barely managing to fully grasp it because of its size, and slowly stroke it, your juices making your hand slide easily up and down his length. 

"fuck, that's right, baby girl. just like that. use all of that delicious cum of yours to jerk me off." 

bright bolts of arousal shoot through you at his filthy words, and you pick up your pace, encouraged by his grunts and moans. you reach down with your other hand to play with his balls, knowing that it drives him insane. after only a few moments, he's throwing his head back into the pillow, eyes screwing shut with pleasure and a strangled moan leaving his throat as he spills himself across his stomach. 

you continue to stroke him through his orgasm, pulling every last drop from him, enjoying the way his whole body twitches with each movement of your hand, bordering the line of overstimulation. finally, you remove your hand and lean forward, swiping your tongue across his abdomen, cleaning up some of the cum. 

he groans at the feeling of your warm mouth again, eyes still closed as he relaxes into the bed. you smile to yourself and pause your efforts for a minute to look up at him. "i would hate for this to go to waste," you say before dipping your head back down. 

"mmmmm...that's my good girl," he replies lazily while reaching down blindly and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "always so good to me." 

you take your time cleaning him up, enjoying the feeling of your tongue running along his toned muscles. when you're sure that you've gotten every last bit, you pull yourself up his body, resting your head on his shoulder while wrapping an arm over his chest and lazily draping your leg across his waist. you snuggle into his neck, enjoying the comforting, familiar scent of his skin. 

he turns slightly to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead and murmuring softly in your ear, "thank you baby girl, i love you endlessly." you both drift off together, wrapped in each other, much more relaxed than earlier.

#bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #stray kids smut #bang chan #stray kids #afab reader #bang chan oneshots #stray kids oneshots #oneshots #minors shoo #mine #hard stray kids hours #q: painting with hyunjin

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐮𝐩 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: carl and y/n hate each other, and Carl finally has enough and decides to fuck the attitude out of her

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: mirror fucking, heavy degradation, manhandling, hate fucking, no pet names except for 'baby'

word count: 2k

request: do you take requests? if so could you write a oneshot where the reader and carl ‘hate’ eachother and they’re forced to go on a run together by rick but then they argue the whole way there and when they get inside the house or whatever he’s sick of her attitude so he fucks her infront of a mirror and degrades the fuck out of her lol with lines like ‘look at you falling apart for me’

you stretch your jaw as the trees whip past the window, lips puckered together as you refuse to speak to your...company

"you can't ignore me forever," he says with an audible scoff, you can feel from here how his eyes rolled back in his head.

Rick made you guys go on a run together, nothing serious, just to check a convenience store's pharmacy for any leftover meds, except there are two problems.

1: Rick already knows it's a lost cause checking for meds in the most obvious of places, it'll be empty, we already know that.

and 2: You're driver had to be that jackass himself, Carl

So why does this jackass need to annoy you this entire drive? he hates you, the least he can do is shut up for himself

you sink deeper in the leather seats as you rub your lips together to keep them silent, already wishing you were back in Alexandra instead of this useless run

"Fine. don't talk, I'm just trying to make sure we come home with meds" he huffs and turns back to the jagged road, chest staggered and jaw twitching with anger

"Oh come'on, you don't actually think there's gonna be meds, right?" you almost laugh as you sit up to turn to the one-eyed boy

"This is your daddy's way of us getting along." you hiss. 'matter of factly' voice stretching through your tone 

"Don't think you're so special, he wouldn't waste gas for us to start talking" he bit the corner of his lip as his grip on the wheel turned white as he tried for you not to get to him

"You've been such a fucking prick since you got here. head too big that your daddy's the main man and now you think you own the fucking place" you yell, waving your arms around as he shooks his head to struggle a laugh

"You were the one that I tried to get along with but YOU were too full of yourself to say hi, YOU scoffed and walked away the moment I approached you" You continue. raising your voice a little too loud as you make your point

"maybe if you were such a fucking brat I would be at home right now." you cross your arms and stare back at the window.

"maybe if you could read situations better I'd be at home too." he whispered. you squinted your eyes while your brows furrowed down about to turn to carl for him to elaborate but the slam of the car stopping caught your attention first

"Were here"

"Told you. absolute bullshit." you huff while you lean on the counter, Carl paces back and forth down the aisle trying to find anything to show they did something

"He wouldn't have us risk our lives for some field trip of being friends." He says, back turned to you as he picks up random things, blowing off the dust as he reads the packaging before placing it back down

"Honestly, with how shits turning out right now I wouldn't cross it off as a possibility" you sang as you messed around with a pen, laying your back on the counter as you waited for Carl to be done 

"Fuck, can you try to do some shit instead of just laying there" He spat, resting one arm on the cold empty shelves as he looks at you

"Fine, dammit" you shouted, grabbing your knife and hopping off the counter, you jogged over to one of the rooms in the back, not thinking twice before swinging the door open as a walker leaned into you

"Fuck!" you said as adrenaline rushed through your veins, his grimy teeth trying to nip at your arm before your blade met his demise...well, his second demise

the walker splatted on the floor as you turn to a very shocked carl who already had his gun pointed up

"See that? the dumb shit that your dad is putting us through? He nearly nipped my arm and that's on you" you huffed, he opened his mouth to respond but you walked passed him

"I'll be in the car."

"I said I'm sorry!" his voice rang as you stomped up his steps, ready to give Rick one hell of a speech

"doesnt.fucking.matter" you said sternly, he was trailing right behind you yet you still slammed the door on him, making him even more pissed

"where the hell is that cop?" you yelled, running upstairs as Carl grabbed your arm, you tugged it off you as you started walking to one of the rooms upstairs

"just- fuck- can you listen to me?" he shouted but you twisted one of the doorknobs and stumbled into a boyish room you can only assume belongs to carl

Carl followed with you, right as you entered the room he closed the door to keep you put, closing his eyes to try and collect the very little patience he had left

"move. asshole" and then you took it

"FUCK! do you ever just shut the fuck up?!" he yelled, anger getting the best of him as you stood with widened eyes, never having Carl yell at you like this

He walked closer to you, noses almost touching as his jaw clenched in anger

"It's all I ever hear! just you whining and complaining! I'm so fucking sick of it" 

you stare at him with nothing to say, completely stunned at his sudden demeanor, he relaxed his shoulders with a slight sigh

with a sudden swoop he grabbed your jaw, lips attacking yours as he made out with you

"see? so much fucking better" he hissed, teeth clanking together in another kiss as he picked you up by your thighs, slamming you into the wall, you gasped and he took that chance to slide his tongue into your annoyingly sweet mouth

your tongues lapped together as you felt something shift in him, his cock throbbing in his jeans as they rubbed up to your ever begging cunt

he groaned on your lips, taking them away for a breather as his fingers tugged on your chin to look up at him

"fuck, I don't hate you" he got interrupted by himself closing his eye as his dick asked for attention

"I never have, I didn't 'scoff and walk away' I mumbled an 'excuse me' and stubbled off because I didn't know how to talk to you" He says with a slight chuckle, your eyes were glued on his as you felt guilt build up in you

"then..." he sang, a cocky smile on his lips as you already know what he's gonna say

"you started being a fucking brat" he threw your head to the side as he let go of your chin, kissing your lips again as his hand neared your clothed pussy

he slowly rubbed you through your jeans, fluttering at the sensation but you needed more

"don't fucking tease" "don't fucking speak." he raised his voice, you zipped up immediately in shock, but you couldn't help the way his tone had your back slightly arching off the wall

he kissed you again, fingers wrapping around your zipper and unbuttoning your jeans before your panties were in view 

he had you stand on your own for a second as he brought them down, hooking his fingers on your panties before pulling them down, an embarrassing amount of slick piled up on them as he looked up to you with an innocently confused stare -and an out of place smirk strained on his lips

he quickly pocketed the panties as he had his jeans hung low on his hips, enough for his boxers to be pulled down, and his cock to be revealed

your eyes were stuck on it, pretty red tip leaking with pre and angry veins traveling up his cock, it stood proud as he tapped your thighs for them to hop up on him again

your legs wrapped around his hips as he lined himself up with you, twitching in anticipation and a slight whine coming from your voice

"just wait, don't be annoying" he watched as you clenched and unclenched around nothing at his tone

he slowly entered his tip in, a groan vibrating from his chest as fucked himself deeper in your needy pussy

"Carl" you couldn't help but moan, he was stretching you out so so good, cock bullying his way in and you loved every second of it

when he was fully in, he waited -for you to adjust at first...then, just to play with you

you whined his name again but this time in frustration, rolling your hips back and forth on him as his head tilted up, moaning your name as he went back down to kiss you

"that's it baby, work yourself up f'me" he slurred, his eyes catching the full body mirror right next to you guys as a smirk found its way on his lips

he grabbed you by the chin and turn to look at yourself in the mirror

you almost didn't recognize yourself, hair disheveled as your pupils blown wide with being laced over in tears of frustration, your drooling cunt was desperately trying to give the friction you knew only Carl could give you at this point

"look at you falling apart for me" he says with a taunting smile, you begged for him to move, he rolled his eyes and gave you one sharp thrust just to shut you up

"fuck!" you whimpered at the thrust, clenching yourself tighter around him to give an unspoken message to please do it again

"fuck, don't fucking do that-" he groaned,  your pussy sucked him in deeper, whining for more and he was gonna give it to you

he gave another sharp thrust as you cried out for him, he picked up the pace as he started to ram in your tight little hole, 

"fuck- do you know how- how long I've wanted this?" he said in staggered breathes, you felt tears run down your cheeks as his cock hit your cervix 

"-wanted to see you turning into a mess for me? just look at yourself baby" he turned your head so you can watch as he fucked himself into you, his cock stretching you out so perfectly as he hit deep in you

"C-Carl please-"

"Don't try and beg now. You were being annoying and now you have to fucking pay for that shit. I've dealt with you all.fucking.day" he matched up his words with thrusts, you yelped on his cock 

your fingernails dug deep in his shoulders as you screamed his name, your legs squeezed him impossibly closer as you cried harder his cock

"'m gonna c-cum" you moaned, his dick ruthless as he somehow fucked you harder, filling you to the brim before pulling back to his tip and ramming back inside

"fuck- cum for me baby, cream on his fucking dick for me" he said as his feral thursts quicked, 

"p-please don't stop" you said head empty, pretty pussy tightening around him, he grabbed your head and forced your to watch yourself as you came all over him, you whimpered in embarrassment but couldn't help the way your pussy twitched at the sight

"that's it baby, let it all out on me" he growled, you laid limp in his arms as fucked up into you, just like a little pretty doll for him to fuck, his own personal fuck doll he railed the attitude out of

"fuck! m'cumming" he hissed, cum shooting deep in your womb as he laid a few more thrusts out, he pulled himself out as he watched cum spill out of your hole, and he place his thumb to keep it in before a devilish smirk found him 

"see baby?" he let go of your shaking legs for them to slide on the floor, tumbling into his chest as he tilted your head up once more, kissing your lips to whisper against them,

"it's not that hard to just...shut the fuck up"

an: ahhh my first request! I hope you enjoyed it anon <3 I had lots of fun writing this! don't be scared to message me any request I'll be happy to write something up for you guys hehe ♡ mwah! bye guys!

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[jester089]

This might be a strange idea but i was thinking that you could mabye wright the amazing digital circus with a reader who is trying to find a cure for abstracting, but also doing it in private so less people will bother them

It'll be worth it

This doesn't sound at all strange. Thanks for the request.

You had been in the circus a while. Having initially arrived slightly after Ragatha, unlike her you always kept to yourself never really being seen. Everyone just assumed that you loved being alone or hated people so they left you to your devices. A few had guesses on why Caine seemed to spend so much time with you but most just assuming that was just trying to give you some company. It had been a few months since anything of note has happened. No new arrivals, no abstractions. Everyone was starting to get a little on edge which lead to Ragatha checking in on everyone much more then usual. The main reason being that Jax had started being more aggressive with his boredom. It was actually Ragatha who first found out why you never went out, why you always seemed to be in a bad mood. She was stopping by to check on you when she overhead you and Caine celebrating something. Despite her best judgement she eavesdropped and heard you yell something along the lines of "Finally! Progress! It might... It might actually be possible! Caine! My work is paying off!" She didn't know what that meant so she took a moment to get back to normal then knocked on your door asking to come in. You surprisingly let her in so she, with a little hesitance walked into your room and saw an abstract in a glass cage type thing. That's when it clicked in her mind what you had meant. She walked up to you and did her best to keep a steady and calm voice. "Are you finding a way to fix abstraction?" "Yeah. But don't tell anyone. And before you ask, no, I don't want your help. I'm better at working alone." "But... You're letting Caine help you." "Yeah, but only cause he gets me the resources I need when I need em. wouldn't have that abstract contained without him. He has something of value to me, you don't. Now why are you here." She looked a bit hurt at your words but didn't want to intrude. So she saw herself out and let you get back to your work. Once she was out of the room Caine turned to you. "That was awfully rude, you should apologize. You don't usually act like that even when someone is annoying you. What happened?" You sigh and face your desk again getting back to work. Your thankful that you don't have to eat, drink, or sleep. It's sped up your work a lot and is the only real reason you're still healthy. "Caine, don't start this now. I'm the only one here with the skills and will to actually help those who have been lost. I can't afford to feel bad for hurting someone's feelings right now." "Well, you should still apologize when you can." "I will" ~~~~~ It's been. You don't even know. A month, two? It's hard to tell when you never leave your room. Another person has arrived in that time. From what you've heard from Caine her name's Pomni but you can't bring yourself to care not with what has just happened. You... You did it... You're currently sitting in your desk chair staring at the once contained abstract. It's not an abstract anymore though. It's who it was before, a yellowish orange and green wiggle worm. You slowly turn to Caine who is just as surprised as you. "Did I... Did we... A-are they ok? Are they themselves again? They look normal physically, but is their mind in one piece?" After a few more seconds of staring Caine snaps out of it and joins them in the containment cell. You can't hear what their saying but it seems that it's going well? He pokes his head through the wall with a giant smile on his face. "She's ok! Speaking in full sentences and not at all hostile!" You fall back onto your chair again completely taken back. You did it. YOU DID IT! "Ok, ok... This is big. But we need to be careful. It feels wrong but we should keep them contained for a bit longer. We don't know if their going to change back. Until were sure lets just take it slow." ~~~~~

It's a few days later now, you've been checking on them every 10 minutes or so. You also had Caine make it so you two can hear each other through the glass so she has someone to talk to and doesn't lose her mind again. You do one last check, nothing abnormal. You with a happy but tired sigh open it up and let her out. "Well, miss. How are you feeling? Sorry I kept you contained like that I just had to be sure as you are the first person I've been able to help." "Oh it's no trouble, I understand completely. And I'm feeling, great! Wonderful even." You let out a breath more happy to hear that then you had expected. Years of work. And it wasn't for nothing. "Well... Do you wanna meet the others? Sadly the people you knew since have long since abstracted, but I'm going to change that. But for now. We should introduce you to everyone." She doesn't have a mouth but you can tell she's smiling. You motion for her to follow then walk out of your room. For the first time since you've arrived you feel happy. Years and you finally have something to show for all your hard work.

(I enjoyed writing this. Enough to probably want another part. Hope you enjoyed it!)

xoxo, Jester

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #caine tadc #ragatha tadc #jax tadc #noob author #not beta'd

[eyesofshinigami]

Loose Tooth

Rating: G

CW: Dental and teeth related things (I guess?)

Tags: Established relationship, kid fic, fluff, parents being parents

It was bound to happen, sooner or later. Steve just didn't expect to get a call about it in the middle of the day.

"Mr. Munson?"

Immediately, Steve was on alert. His Mom Senses (as Eddie so affectionately calls them) were tingling. "Yes, this is he. Can I ask who's calling?"

"This is Mrs. Schwartz, Eleanor's teacher..."

Oh god. It could be anything. They've never had the school call before. What if Eleanor was hurt? What if she was bleeding? Why were they calling him if she was bleeding out on the floor. Why-

He cut himself off. "Is everything okay? Is Eleanor all right? What happened?"

The teacher had the audacity to laugh. "Oh, no, nothing like that, Mr. Munson. I just wanted to call you and let you know that Eleanor's tooth came out!" Silently, Steve let out a breath of relief as the woman on the other line continued to talk, "She was eating crackers for snack and it popped right out! She was so excited!"

"Oh, well, we kind of figured it would soon. I was literally telling her last night that it wouldn't be long now. I'm glad it didn't hurt her or anything," Steve said, trying to keep his voice even. It was true that Eleanor's tooth had been lose for nearly a month now; Eddie had play-threatened more than once to pull it out for her, but Eleanor wasn't having it. Even with the big one showing up behind it, she was adamant. Stubborn, like both of her dads, really.

"Not at all, she was fine. If anything, it's been a distraction because all she wants to do is look at herself in the mirror," the teacher laughed, which made Steve feel a bit better. "I'm sending her home with it in a little envelope. Hopefully the Tooth Fairy comes tonight!"

Oh shit, Steve thought. I guess that's a thing we're going to have to do now.

--

"What's the going rate for the Tooth Fairy these days, you think?" Steve asked Eddie as they finished clearing up the dinner dishes. Eleanor was busy setting up her room for the impending arrival of the Tooth Fairy, swearing that she needed to change her sheets and find her special cat stuffed animal for the occasion. Who were they to argue with her?

Eddie shrugged. "Hell if I know. I never even got visits from the Tooth Fairy, if I'm honest."

Depressing, but if Steve thought hard about it, well. "Neither did I, now that I think about it." They both got quiet for a minute, lost in their own thoughts. "Kid deserves at least two bucks, right?"

"Oh, absolutely. I'd give her five if I didn't think it would set a dangerous precedent," Eddie said, grinning wide.

Steve rolled his eyes. "Apparently this Tooth Fairy is made of money."

Eddie checks him playfully with his hip. "Come on, only the best for Ms Rigby, right?"

Yeah, okay, maybe Steve could be talked into it. It was her first tooth, after all, and it was pretty amazing.

Ultimately they decided on three, like the chumps they were, but they both knew that it meant ice cream over the weekend. Eleanor was going to insist on paying, like she always did when she had her own money. Steve loved how generous she tried to be, even if her ice cream was always twice the size of theirs.

They waited a couple of hours before they snuck in together, pulling the little tooth out from its hiding place under her pillow and slipping the folded up bills in its place. Eleanor was none the wiser, snoring like a man three times her age. Blissful, but noisy.

Once they made it out and head up to their own room, Steve held up the little baby tooth in his hand. "What the hell are we supposed to do with it now?"

"I guess keep it in your jewelry box? She can't know we have it, it'll ruin the magic for her." Eddie walked over to their dresser, grabbing the stupid fancy box Steve's mom had insisted on getting him for his thirtieth birthday. He never used it, so it just sat there, collecting dust. Maybe they could find a use for it after all. "It's kind of metal, don't you think? We have our kid's face bones in a box on our dresser!"

"Please don't ever call them that again," Steve insisted as he dropped the tooth into the box. "I don't even know why we keep them in the first place. It's kind of weird, don't you think?"

"Who are we to question the bizarre and archaic rituals of our forefathers? Besides, I still think it's pretty fucking cool."

"You would," Steve teased as they puttered around, getting ready for bed. Once he laid down, he rolled over to where Eddie was settling down next to him. "You know what this means, right?" At the shake of Eddie's head, he adds, voice a little wobbly, "It means our baby isn't a baby anymore."

And if they both had a good little cry about that, that's between them and their bedsheets.

(brought to you by my own feels at my kiddo having lost her first tooth. I am Steve, everybody)

#les writes things #steddie #steddie dads #cw: teeth #fluff #rating: g

[your-turn-to-role]

so, was rewatching s1 of lovm, got to episode three again. and i'm thinking about percy's backstory. and also because of sylas briarwood, thinking about dalen's closet

and percy's got a real interesting relationship with the concept of drowning, huh

i mean first of all he's almost drowned (or actually drowned) three major times in the story. and all of those had similar themes, though different outcomes

so to explain what i mean, let's look at these in chronological order

1) the river. one of the worst days of his life, if not the actual worst. watching your entire family murdered, being locked up and tortured, your siblings bodies dumped in the cells next to you, just to rub it in. after weeks of this, you learn your youngest sister is alive, and she helps you escape, it's the first tiny bit of hope you've had. and then they kill her. you realise you're on your own all over again. you're hurt and you're lost and you don't know what to do, you run because you can't do anything else. and then you trip and before you know it you're in water and it's freezing and you can't breathe or move and you're so scared and so tired- and you don't remember much after that

when that fishing boat finds percy, he's basically in a fugue state, he has no idea what's going on and is barely responding to anything, his mind just couldn't take it anymore and left. and it doesn't get any better when he comes back to himself, because he survived, but for what. they're all gone. he couldn't do anything about it. he couldn't even save his sister like she saved him

and yes, they eventually save whitestone, and get cass back, but that experience stays with him

because then we get 2) duskmeadow.

percy's just learned that ripley bought up near industrial amounts of gunpowder, and he's terrified. he doesn't know what she's planning, but he knows what she will do with his weapons will change the world for the worse. it'll get countless people killed. and he made the decision to let her go, because at the time his personal revenge mattered more to him. he's feeling that "i survived for what" more than ever, because now not only did he survive when his family didn't, he didn't deserve to be the one that survived. none of the others would have caused destruction on this scale. he's not just alive for no reason, him being alive made things worse. (this is kinda explicitly his most suicidal point in the campaign, to the point of he literally wrote a goodbye letter that evening, and then just kept it on his person knowing vox machina would find it when his mistakes inevitably got him killed)

and so he goes to ask the raven queen for help. he's not yet reached the point where he's stopped trusting in gods (this meeting is about to be what sparks that), and he knows she's helped vax, so maybe she can help him, tell him how to fix this, he'll do anything

but there's only one way to talk to the raven queen. and that's to willingly let yourself drown in the communion pool.

and he tries, he tries so hard. he's putting every bit of trust he has in the raven queen right now, that this will be okay. but it's freezing and he can't breathe and he's so scared and so tired and all he can think about is how he survived and he shouldn't have, and then he has a panic attack. the only reason it eventually works is because he hits his head on the stone of the pool and then he's too confused and hurt to fight it

and when he finally talks to her, she tells him he can't fix it. that he was a broken person right from the start.

so far his two experiences with drowning have not only caused him lasting trauma around the whole experience, but continually affirmed that he's not only incapable of saving anyone he cares about, he actually makes the situation worse just by getting involved. and drowning honestly in itself makes a pretty good metaphor for how overwhelming and out of his control all of this is

but 3) dalen's closet. god, this was so good for percy and vex in so many ways, you can keep meta-ing about this episode for years. and in this case, sylas' attempt to murder vex and percy? chain them up and drop them from a cliff into the ocean

they're both drowning. there's no easy way out, and no one around who could rescue them

their attempts to free themselves, while clever, don't work

vex loses consciousness

it's just percy, alone, about to lose the person he loves most in the world, again. to a man who only knew vex even existed because percy got her involved

and percy doesn't panic

by all rights he should have, he's certainly got more than enough reason to. but he manages to stay calm enough to figure out a way to get his head above water, and to yell for help, because his fault or no he is not losing anyone else

and because of that, their friends can find them in time. he didn't get vex killed, he saved her

he's not helpless underwater anymore. and he's certainly not broken beyond repair. and it's only now that he's come far enough to realise that

#i think the fact that he has a daughter in dalen's closet also helps #she's only a few months old but she means the world to him #and she's proof that not everything he's ever created is evil #anyway i love him #cr1 #percy de rolo #meta #cr thoughts

[katiekatdragon27]

More Flatland stuffff~~~

[Cursive transcript: I'm so sorry this is so sudden, but I had to keep my Chosen safe!]

So, uh, the 4th dimension, am I right?????

So, on my last post, people were more interested in A. Tesseract than I thought. I did not expect her to stir so much interest, but here you go lol.

More under the cut lol / lots of notes:

Some basic information on 4th dimensional beings:

They refer to themselves as "hypersolids" and "polytopes". Only Tesseracts prefer a different name than just "hyper(insert shape here)". When talking to other dimensional beings, they call themselves "Spacelanders".

They usually keep their eyes closed, and they do not emote much.

Their bodies naturally morph as they talk. They are also partially transparent, so you can see their inside movements. Not organs or anything, but the next emotions or actions they are going to express. Sort of like key frames or a fade in effect.

They call "Spacelanders" "Heightlanders".

Their civilization is located in space. They are able to breathe through little pockets of air on their rings that recharge when they enter the atmosphere of other plants. (This is why they are spotted relatively frequently)

Buildings are constantly moving spirals. They also fly everywhere, so they require a lot of energy to maintain their health. Luckily, any stars nearby tend to charge them up just fine.

Also, everyone goes by they/them along with another pronoun if they choose. Gender constructs be damned (or certain groups are fighting for that).

There will be more once I think of it, but that's what I have in the world-building department right now.

Some basic information on Angelica "A." Tesseract (she/they):

She tends to say "I'm sorry" after anything they might think could have been of inconvenience or offensive.

They are relatively soft-spoken, but they are incredibly smart compared to her peers.

Her quiet nature causes others to disrespect and step all over her.

She overthinks LITERALLY EVERYTHING. You could tell her something that is even the slightest bit vague and they have the chance of spiraling.

She KNOWS there are more than four dimensions, but they are struggling to prove it with science.

They are much more emotional compared to other hypersolids. They tend to cry easily.

She chose A. Sphere because of his confidence and drive to get his points across. They admire him for that.

Some basic information on A. Sphere in this:

He's much less snarky. His whole vision of the world was destroyed in the blink of an eye, and he's stuck in another world completely unknown to him. He's going though it currently.

He's still blunt about everything. If you suck, he'll tell you. If you are cool, it'll take a little longer, but he'll tell you.

He got his eye busted after the attack on Messiah Inc. When getting removed from "Heightland", his eye got caught in the blow last minute and it got damaged. He can still open it slightly, but he can't see out of it.

He was relatively indifferent to seeing his body transparent. He was more worried about his eye injury over anything else.

At first, he did not like A. Tesseract (cuz kidnapping), but he learns to appreciate the gesture and does his best to help her out.

[Cursive transcript: For now, I'm afraid so... sorry. / I'm so sorry. If I was just a but faster, I could have saved your eye.]

Yeah, their friendship starts out really rough.

A. Sphere adjusted to the environment very poorly at first. He was very standoffish and snappy, but it then soured to just sorta feeling sad all the time. He gets better eventually the more he learns about the world, but it takes a lot of effort out of A. Tesseract to get him there.

I mean, he expected to die, lost his eye, everyone in "Heightland" hates him now, he lost his business and research, and he fails to take the blame for anything for a while. I would also be super pissed and sad.

A. Tesseract was not any better. She feels an incredible amount of guilt for not stepping in in time to prevent A. Sphere's eye damage, and she constantly apologies to him for everything. This sucks for A. Sphere since he finds it super annoying.

[Cursive transcript: N. H.Sphere: You weren't supposed to bring them HERE! / A. Tesseract: I'm sorry, I had to save him- / N. H.Sphere: I should fire you-!]

N. H.Sphere is a mega grouch. He is A. Tesseract's boss who treats her terribly. Discrediting her work, ignoring their research, and just not valuing her opinion cuz women, he is not fun to talk to or just be around in general. No one knows how HR lets him stay in charge, but some theorize that he pays them off or something.

Despite all of the traumatic crap A. Sphere has gone though in this story, he still does not stand for disrespect from anyone. When he learns that A. Tesseract is constantly being pushed around by her bitchy boss, he decides to defend her.

This solidifies their friendship and later science partnership when the story ends. This also makes N. H.Sphere more resentful towards both A. Tesseract an A. Sphere. This leads to A. Tesseract actually getting fired from her job. Thanks A. Sphere.

[Cursive transcript: N. H.Sphere: Why are you so scared? He's fine! / A. Tesseract: It's my un-medicated anxiety!!]

One of the downsides of being in the 4th dimension and living in space is that the gravitational pull is super sporadic with no real patterns. Some areas have super powerful gravity while others have zero. 4th dimension beings have learned to adjust perfectly fine.

The pressure changes and general lack of oxygen negatively impact A. Sphere's body, however, so to help him be okay, he sits in those vacuum boxes that allow for added pressure to be put on him to help even his breathing. He usually isn't put in unless he is fading in and out of consciousness, since he hates the confined space. It freaks out A. Tesseract every time it happens.

Her boss thinks she's stupid for worrying so much and using company tech. A. Tesseract worries more for A. Sphere than keeping her job, so she ignores N. H. Sphere.

[Cursive transcript: Care to see him again?]

Outside of the partial angst and stuff, this dimension is the reason why A. Sphere shows up in A. Square's hallucination.

During A. Square's trauma-induced hallucination, he shows up in the 4th dimension briefly with the Monarch of Pointland. A. Sphere and A. Tesseract take notice, and she offers him the ability to talk to A. Square one last time for closure reasons.

In this version, this scene would be longer, with A. Sphere possibly apologizing for denying the existence of the 4th dimension and not being able to assist A. Square in the way he wanted to. It's more wholesome and conclusive than transactional like in the movie. The other stuff is there too, but having more sentimental moments would be so cool.

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I am very sorry how messy these particular doodles are, I was drawing all these super late at night during my shift, so I was not paying much attention to the flow of the images. When the inspo hits, you don't really realize how incohesive they are until you start photographing the images to post lol

Thank you once again for reading this whole thing, and have a wonderful day :)

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The Beef

Does anybody else miss the Beef? Don't get me wrong; they could still change the name to the Bear if they wanted to, but every time I watch the pilot (which remains my favorite episode), and I hear the Ballbreaker theme or see Carmy with his underground meat connect (or Fak talks about his condenser guy), I miss the grungy days of the Beef.

I still feel they could've done some renovations and training, etc. in Season 2, but remained that beloved, chaotic joint from the hood with the world-famous sandwiches.

I want to see more underground "connects" and Ballbreaker tournaments. I want to keep seeing Carmy and Sydney improvise, like when Carmy had to leave the beef on two hours longer because he could only get bone-in, or when the power went out and Sydney set up a grill outside. I want to meet more trash-talking, chain-wearing Italians. Hell, I wouldn't even mind meeting Richie's coke supplier, lol.

Because while I'm impressed with the world of fine dining (more specifically, the hard-working people behind the scenes), I feel like the show lost a bit of its soul when the restaurant "upgraded". I think we would've had a better story if Carmy were to simply take his fine dining skills back to his "street" roots and stay there.

Because oddly enough, this show reminds me of a guy right here in Houston who won an episode of "Chopped" during Season 12. He took his winnings and fine dining background, and opened up a food truck. When he earned more money, he opened a restaurant, Craft Burger. He recently opened a second location. And now, after leaving behind his fancy background and focusing on more "common food", his restaurants stay packed. That's what I would've liked to see on the Bear.

Hopefully, something will happen that'll force them to return to their roots. Everyone on here predicts that an epic fight between Carmy and Sydney is coming; if so, maybe it'll be the catalyst to help them get back to basics.

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It takes you longer than you are comfortable with to finally find a name. Pieces you lost are clicking into place, and as much as you enjoy having a bit more of your memories, it somehow feels...wrong, to have them back.

You don't have time to think about that. So instead, you turn to the man next to you.

"Von Raum?"

He grins, a little too excited to hear you say his name. "Yeah?"

"Are you...real?"

It feels like a mistake the second it comes out of your mouth, his smile fading for just a moment before he laughs.

"I hope so. What about you?"

You just sigh.

"...I don't want to be. Not here, at least. I don't...It feels..."

How do you put into words, the feeling of transforming into whatever it is you could bring yourself to call you now? He wouldn't understand anyway.

...Maybe he would.

"Being in pieces like this...It's unbearable. And even though this place brings some of that back, it...I know it wants something from me. I don't know what it is."

He frowns, leaning forward just slightly. "Hey. You know we're here for you, right? I got them all to go back, we want to make sure you're, well...You."

You almost laugh. "I'm not who you came back for."

"That doesn't matter. You know that, right?"

He's almost desperate now. "The three of us- Raph, Ivy and me- we care about you, Lyf. We went back for a reason. I know the others don't show it as much, but they want to see you get better too."

"...I don't think that's possible now. I've lost too much."

He pauses. Both of you fall into an uncomfortable silence.

Something in you shifts. The colors grow brighter, your mind grows more faint, and you can feel yourself slipping away from this place.

You don't want to keep fighting. But you don't want to go back. Not yet. Not now.

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Just Us | Choi Yeonjun One Shot

Summary: Yeonjun wants you to notice him but you think you're just his Noona Pairing: Noona reader x Yeonjun f2l Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: No real warnings just cute needy flirty Yeonjun. a/n: Okay I'm so so sorry to my adorable anon that sent me this request a few weeks ago. Life has gotten hectic but I made this one a little longer as an apology :( I hope you like it! Also barely edited but I just wanted to get it out asap!

"Y/n, come over here, I want to show you something" Yeonjun says, calling out my name from across the room. We're at our friend's house just wasting the day away today, trying to stay out of the cold. "What's up?" I ask, sitting down next to him on the couch and looking at his phone screen. "There's a big winter festival coming up a couple towns over, look they have ice skating and holiday foods and even some vendors selling some of the cute figurines you like" he says flipping through the post and pointing out every little thing, hoping to entice me. 

"Oh wow that looks so cute! Hey guys look, Yeonjun found a cute festival for us to go to!" I say excited at the thought of all of us going together. "That looks so fun!" Kai says. "Let's for sure all go!" Beomgyu chimes in. "I'm down" Taehyun agrees. "Well if all of you are going I guess I've gotta come too" Soobin laughs. "Oh, um yeah let's all go" Yeonjun says, looking like he's lost all the enthusiasm he had moments ago. 

"Is everything alright?" I ask turning my attention back to him, leaving the excited chatter to the rest of the guys. "Yeah, no I'm fine don't worry about it" he says giving me a sideways smile. "I think I'm gonna head out guys" he says getting up from the couch and straightening out his clothes. "Wait really?" the guys ask and I look up at him confused. "Yeah I've got a final tomorrow so I've gotta get back to studying. "Oh I forgot about that! Would you mind if we studied together?" I ask looking up at him, now having his attention. "Sure" he replies and waits for me to grab my stuff. 

"You guys gonna be okay? It's coming down really hard out there" Soobin asks taking a look outside the window, seeing how much snow has fallen since we last checked. "We'll be fine don't worry. My dorm is just down the street so it'll only take us a few minutes to get there. You're okay if we study at my place right?" I ask looking up at him. "Oh I'm more than okay with that" he responds with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Okay..." I respond dragging out the last syllable not really understanding his response. 

"We'll see you later guys" I say after Yeonjun helped me put my coat on. "Let me take your bag" he says and takes it from me. "No Yeonjun that's heavy" I say trying to get ahold of the bag full of books I had just bought before I came here, not bothering to make an extra stop to drop them off at home. "And that's exactly why I should be carrying it. But if it makes you feel any better you could hold my hand to help guide me. It'll be difficult for me to make sure your books stay dry as well as making sure to watch my step" he says taking a hold of my hand after we walk out the door. 

"How does that even make sense?" I question, not really understanding his logic. "Do you want both me and your books to fall and get all wet from the snow?" he asks tilting his head to look at me. "Well, no" I say with my brows still scrunched together in confusion. "Then just hold my hand and lead the way" he says now opting to lace our fingers together instead of just holding it. I look up questioning him yet again. "So it's easier to hold onto" he says raising a brow at me and opts to take charge and head towards my dorm room with me now trailing behind him before he slows down a bit allowing me the opportunity to fall in step with him.

"So where should we start? Have you already studied a bit or are you starting off fresh?" I ask as I clear off some extra space on my desk for him to work on. "I've been looking at it off and on but I'm good to start wherever you want" he says sitting down next to me while also scooting a bit closer. He sees how I nonverbally question his proximity and laughs a bit at my slightly stiffened posture. "I left my textbook at home so..." he says trailing off looking at me apologetically. "Well I was the one who suggested studying here so that's okay" I say now understanding his motives and scooting the book over so we can share it. 

We study for a bit and I feel his place his arm around the back of my chair but decide not to mention it this time but a few minutes later he starts to lean closer and so I finally break off my sentence to scold him. "Are you even listening to me?" I ask turning to look at him, his face looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Of course, it's just hard to see the fine print so I wanted to scoot in a bit closer" he says now purposefully cuddling in close and resting his chin on my shoulder. 

"Yeonjun you know I hate physical touch right?" I say feeling a bit uncomfortable at the suddenly cozy atmosphere created because of him. "But you don't hate it with me right? We're best friends, plus your room is freezing" he says now shivering a bit. "Really? I was thinking it was getting pretty warm in here" I say before he turns my computer chair around and leads me over to my bed. "Let's just relax for a while. We deserve a break" he says and brings my laptop over with us so we can, what I assume is watch a movie of some sort. 

"It's barely been 45 minutes" I say standing next to the bed with my arms crossed, not amused with his distractions, but he'll hear none of it. "Come on let's watch a Christmas movie together, we haven't gotten a chance to do that yet" he whines, scrolling through the list of movies they have. "We just watched a movie with the guys like two hours ago" I say raising an eyebrow at him, thinking he should probably get check for some sort of short term memory loss. 

"Yeah but we haven't gotten the chance to do it, with just the two of us. I want to watch a movie with my best friend, what's the harm in that?" he says pleading with me and giving me those puppy dog eyes that honestly I can hardly resist sometimes. "Fine, but just one!" I say setting the ground rules "We still need to make sure to get at least an hour or two of studying in, otherwise I'll just kick you out right now. Deal?" I question holding out my hand for him to shake. "Deal" he says and takes my hand, using it to pull me onto the bed with him and wraps his arm around me when I finally settle into place. 

"What are you doing?" I say sitting up to look at him properly. "What? I'm cold" he says, now confused with my behavior. "I have more blankets" I say standing up to walk towards the basket full of them and hand him one. "That's still not warm enough" he complains, he's not usually like this I think to myself so I decide to place the back of my hand on his forehead. "What are you doing?" he says laughing at my face scrunched in concentration for a moment. "Checking to see if you have a fever, but it looks like you're fine" I say. pulling my hand away, intending to grab my thermometer. 

"Where are you going" he whines, watching me walk over to the bathroom, dragging out the last syllable. "I'm going to take your temperature just in case you're actually sick and could possibly be contagious" I say, soon returning with said thermometer. "You sai-" he starts but I place it under his tongue before he tries to continue and he automatically closes him mouth around it, preventing the possibility of making him gag. 

"Put that under your tongue" I order, hoping to get a clear reading on the first try. "I kno-" "And stop talking or we'll have to do it again" I order and he quiets at that, hoping to get back to picking out a movie for us. Once the thermometer beeps I pull it out and it shows me that he's actually a few degrees colder than the typical 98.6. I turn it towards him to show him and he looks up at me with an almost triumphant gaze, "Told you I was cold" and he again ends up pulling me in by my wrist now causing me to fall into his chest. 

"Oops, my bad" he says before I can look back up at him, losing my patience more and more. I lean back intending to scold him but get surprised at how close he is to me, feeling a sudden intimate tension growing behind his eyes. "Y/n" he says in a low tone, his eyes flickering down to my lips for a second. "F-fine let's just watch a movie" I say instantly pulling back halfway through my sentence and take that opportunity to quickly sit next to him. 

He clears his throat and I glance over and see him offering to share the blanket with me and I just end up taking it, hoping to avoid any other conflicts. "You wanna watch this one?" he ask, selecting a random one that I don't really care to comment on, hoping we can just start the movie to dissolve any weirdness that was just created. He thankfully starts it off without another word and we both keep our eyes somewhat trained on the screen though out half of it, not really saying much before he starts to comment on how cheesy the romance is. 

"Oh come on, who still uses that stupid yawn trick to just put your arm around the girl. Like..." he say but trails off as he demonstrates it, letting out an exaggerated yawn and stretches his arms out and lands one right behind me, yet again holding me close to him. "Yeah it's pretty stupid" I say and wait for him to bring his arm back over to his side but he makes no moves to do so and simply goes back to watching the movie. 

"Yeonjun?" I question trying to get his attention. "Huh?" he lets out, barely sparing me a glance "Aren't you gonna?" I question motioning to the hand he's placed lightly on my shoulder. "What? It's comfortable" he says and pays no mind to how awkward I feel. I decide to ultimately just deal with it and focus on the movie as much as possible and I soon get lost in it, not noticing the fact that I start to lean into him a bit more, subconsciously feeling more comfortable being in his embrace.

As the movie wraps up I get a little emotional seeing how the characters ended up together after all that they went through to get there and Yeonjun starts to notice my sniffles. "Hey, are you okay?" he says now leaning forward and angling his face down a little bit to try and catch my gaze.

"Yeah" I say between the sniffles that have started to get a little worse. "Come here" he says and pulls me in for an embrace that I surprisingly don't hate this time. he ends up scooting us both down a bit so we're now fully laying down and I hide my face in his chest to avoid him seeing the tears. 

"You feeling a bit better?" he questions, continuing to rub my back. The times when I'm upset are when I don't really mind being held like this, and he's been there to comfort me a few times so this is somewhat normal for us. I nod my head but refuse to bring my face back up, knowing how swollen my eyes are gonna be. "Did something happen?" he questions, hoping to know what it really was that I was crying about. "Nothing really, school has just been really stressful these days" I say while trying to steady my breathing. 

"But you're one of the smartest people I know" he says, confused as to what might be bothering me. "Really? Then why is it that I've had to take a class that I was meant to complete in freshmen year three times? Like do you know how embarrassing that is?" I say, getting frustrated with myself. "That's a really hard class though" he says trying to make me feel a bit better.

"But you're a freshman and you're doing even better than I am" I say, embarrassed that as a Junior I'm having to ask him to study with me and explain things to me that I don't understand, which is a lot. "I like helping you though" he says and I decide to sit up now, feeling too upset to try to relax anymore. 

"But you shouldn't have to, I should've gotten this down already, It's required for my major and I have to pass it this time or it could push back my graduation date and-" "Noona" he interrupts, catching me off guard at how he's almost scolded me with what is meant to be a term of respect. "I thought I told you not to call me that" I say feeling a bit breathless, knowing how much that term affects me. "I don't care, I just know that that's what get's you to shut up for a bit so let me just say this. You are incredibly smart and strong and I respect you so much, and it makes me sad seeing how much you beat yourself up about every little thing. Plus I hate it when you cry, but you always look so pretty when you do" he says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear making my breath hitch. 

"I- what?" I say somehow flustered by his simple words. "I said, you look so pretty when you cry Noona" he says now bringing a hand up to caress my face and brushes away a tear. He takes that time to glance down at my lips again and I notice how close he's already gotten to me and I take in a sharp breath as he leans in closer but he stops right before our lips can touch. "I won't do it if you don't want me to" he whispers, warm breath fanning my face almost ghosting his lips over mine. I take a second to think and he says in place and waits for my move but as I decide to lean in a bit he leans back. 

"Words Noona" he says in a deeper voice, laced with a hint of dominance that catches me off guard. "I want you to" I reply softly and he takes that as a green light and leans in to kiss me before I have the chance to change my mind. It's nothing rushed or forceful but it's a kiss that full of longing, a kiss that feels like it should've happened long ago. We lock our lips together for what feels like only moments and before I can start to move my lips against his he pulls away. I lean in, almost chasing his lips which leaves him smiling against mine. 

"What are you doing?" I whisper, confused as to why he's stopped. "Just checking to see how much you want this" he says and before I have a chance to answer he connects our lips again, now moving his against mine, still not forceful but a bit deeper, showing a touch of urgency to keep going. He lies back down but makes it a point to keep his hand on the nape of my neck, pulling me back down with him, giving me the option to pull away when I want to. 

He does however trail his hand down my waist past my hip and brings one of my thighs over helping me straddle him which I surprisingly go along with leaving me to be the one wanting to deepen the kiss, me the one full of longing, longing for him.          

 "Hey y/n come here!" Beomgyu calls over to me, wanting me to come see the different wood carvings they have but before I'm able to leave I feel Yeonjun taking hold of my hand, again lacing our fingers together. "What are you doing?" I question, clearly having shown interest in joining Beomgyu. "Stay with me I want to show you the stall with the little glass figurines I pointed out to you before" he says dragging me along down the path. I look over at Beomgyu with an apologetic smile and follow Yeonjun. 

"You could've just showed me afterwards" I say shaking my head at his almost possessive nature. "We were already over here" he says, making excuses for his behavior but I follow him none the less, not wanting to give him an opportunity to pout. Once we do reach the stall though I am blown away by all the cute glass animals. I walk further into the stall and give a shallow bow to the stall owner and go up to their table to take a closer look. 

"These are beautiful" I say looking over them, taking an interest in the koi fish, seeing although an inanimate object how much life and movement was breathed into it. I take a look at the price and see that it's a little out of my price range and place it back looking to opt for a smaller version which I do but instead of a koi I go with a fox. I bow thanking the stall keeper and soon make my way onto the next one with Yeonjun trailing behind me trying to catch up. 

"What took you so long?" I question watching him jog up to me. "I got stuck looking at some of the knives down there" he explains. "You could've stopped me so we could look together" I say tilting my head, confused by his actions. "No it's okay it looked like you had your eye on something else so I didn't want to interrupt you" I look down at the bag he's now carrying looking somewhat suspicious. "That's a pretty big box for a knife" I comment, narrowing my eyes at him, knowing he probably got me that koi fish, thinking I wouldn't notice. "It came with the supplies to clean it as well" he says and quickly grabs my hand and leads us further along to look at the other venders making a loop around until we reach the last stall, the one that Beomgyu had called me over to. 

"Took you long enough" he says, standing up from a nearby bench. "Yeonjun wanted to check out a few more stalls over there, sorry" I say before walking closer to the stall with Yeonjun just a step behind me still having a hold on my hand. "Oh" I hear Beomgyu say. "Huh?" I respond to his sudden voice of confusion. "Oh nothing I just remembered I was going to meet Taehyun by the food stalls. You guys want anything?" he asks making eye contact with the both of us. "Nah that's okay we'll go later" Yeonjun answers for the both of us which I decide to go along with. "Alright" he says making an interesting face at Yeonjun before scurrying off to meet up with Taehyun. 

"You've been acting weird with all of the guys today" I say turning to face him fully. "What do you mean?" he questions still watching Beomgyu to almost make sure that he's actually leaving. "I mean you've been trying to keep me away from them all day. I have hardly spoken a word to any of them" I say waiting for an explanation. "You wanna know why?" he says making purposeful eye contact with me to which I just nod my head and keep that same eye contact but suddenly for a different reason. He leans down a bit and brings his face closer to mine like he had done a few days ago in my room and I feel like all the air has been sucked out of my lungs. 

"Because this was supposed to be a date before you invited everyone else to come" he whispers, glancing down at my lips for only a second before bringing them back to my eyes, regaining that shared stare. "Oh..." I trail off, now realizing why he reacted the way that he did that day. "Yeah, so you're gonna stick by me Noona because I don't want you to go around flirting with them right in front of me anymore" he says now coming in closer and nudging his nose against mine, not really kissing me but close enough to be able to. "I don't flirt with them" I say scrunching my eyebrows at him in defense. 

"Sure, let's say that" he says and places a quick kiss on my lips that's gone before I can even register it, leaving me having to rush after him as he walks away so I don't get lost. "We're not dating you know" I say pouting when I reach him. "I know" he says and continues to make his way towards the food stalls. "So you can't keep kissing me like we are" I say confused as to why I should have to explain it to him then. "It's practice" he says plainly. "Practice for what?" I say even more puzzled. 

"For when I ask you to be my girlfriend" he says and runs away now really making me run after him. "Choi Yeonjun get back here" and all that can be heard is his mischievous laughter and for some reason I can't help but laugh right along with him, nervous for when that day might come. 

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