#it's a holiday -> I eat more than usual -> I'm in the bathroom -> some Interesting Impulses occur

[shadowhearts-ponytail]

thinking about frat boy abby…

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a/n: this is just pure smut thoughts I had abt abby. I'll write more after the holidays!

warnings: 18+ content, strap talk, mention of cunnilingus, no actual smut just nsfw headcannons.

words: 446, shorter than usual :(

shes so cocky and full of herself. always showing off. bragging about her muscles all the time. anytime she sees you she'll flex for you and try to impress you. she'll pick you up and say it's sooooo easy for her to manhandle you.

imagine being fwb with frat boy abby. oh my god all I can think about. she'll jokingly flirt with you in front of your friends but if another one of your friends does it, she's pissed. crossing her arms and huffing with a big pout.

she'll ask you to come back to her dorm that night. you know to "gently remind you how much you mean to her." and by that I mean she'll fucking rail you into the mattress.

if she can even last that long. usually she'll go to the bathroom and message you to follow her in. and the moment the bathroom door is shut, she's pulling your clothes off faster than you can even process what she's doing.

I bet she flexes her biceps when she eats you out. her huge hands on your thighs with her broad shoulders and arms on display as she laps at her sensitive folds. she'd totally look up at you and flex her arms to make you squirm.

ugh bringing you to frat parties just to fuck you in a bedroom upstairs. girl is always strapped. pushing you up against a wall, her massive hand covering your mouth, well more like half your fucking face. you grip onto it to ground yourself as her strap invades your weeping hole. small grunts coming from her lips.

I just know she'd want to watch her strap go in and out of you. she'd lean back a bit to see your hole swallowing her strap, praising you the whole time.

"atta girl. there you go. look at you. doing so good for me."

she'd speed up or thrust her hips into you with even more force and coo softly with her big arms around you. "you can take it. you've done it before. cmon, don't give out on me now, doll…"

she loves a noisy girl. your moans get her going. God, does she love it when you whine and whimper and make little pathetic noises. or when you beg. she could get off on that alone, and she has before.

especially with the base of the strap bumping her clit with every thrust. she's done for. she'll hide her face in your neck and just ramble incoherently about how good it feels then slow down to a stop.

in conclusion I'm a slut for abby's strap good god

#abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby anderson #the last of us #18+ content #tlou #tlou2 #abby tlou #smut #the last of us 2 #abby and lev #abby angst #abby anderson x you #abby smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #mine

[ssahotchnerr]

I saw your request for aaron hotchner valentine’s day! maybe an aaron hotchner x bau wife reader and they are all away on a case and they’re still there on valentine’s day and it’s been a rough case and y/n has been extremely stressed but Aaron makes sure she still feels special and treats her to a nice dinner and surprises her with flowers

too married

happy vday pt 2!!! cw; fem!reader, your usual cm case descriptions, mentions of food/alcohol, fluff <333

"it's disheartening, isn't it?"

aaron hummed from in front of you, fiddling with the key to grant the two of you access into your hotel room. "hm?"

"that we're here. on valentine's day." you could laugh if pushed, your voice sharp and inches away from wavering.

no matter how little the inflect, and even if you hadn't shown it at all, aaron still noticed it. he paused and turned back to you, a forlorn expression on his face. "sweetheart-"

"it's fine." you brought your hands to your face, frustratedly and tiredly rubbing your eyes for a moment. "sorry, i'm just looking for something to complain about. it's been a long day."

"a hard day." aaron added in your regard, reaching out to touch your arm soothingly.

your current unsub clearly hadn't felt the universal love within the air; he's been most brutal the bau had endured in a while. full of mutilation, a sickening signature, devolving by the minute.

truthfully it had gotten to you; you were finding it extremely difficult to compartmentalize, and spending most of the day staring at the graphic crime scene photos didn't help. at one point you couldn't bring yourself to look at the pictures, lowering your head down to the table and wanting nothing but to cry into aaron's shoulder.

but he was nowhere to be found, you've barely seen him. he had spent a good portion of the day conducting interviews, off following leads that only resulted in dead ends.

you did see him at lunch, but ignored his occasional, concerned glances. if you were to make eye contact with him, and despite how tempting that was, you would have lost it. in addition, the fact it was valentine's day, made it kind of worse.

sure, it was partly a hallmark, commercial holiday, but you couldn't help but yearn to be out to dinner with aaron - eating ridiculously priced food in a restaurant you could barely see him in, giggly and warm from the wine, serial killers being the least of your concerns.

and rather than going to bed to continue the night, you were going to bed to get a few hours of shut-eye if you were lucky - given the late hour and horrors of the day to keep your mind awake. before it was right back to where you had left off.

"besides, we're also too married to do anything too special, right?" you forced a laugh, the sound sounding foreign in the empty hallway. aaron internally winced, the strain and exhaustion in your voice tugging sadly at his heart.

you continued, "and if we were home, it'd be a quiet night-in wouldn't it? maybe we'd get take-out, watch a movie, go to sleep early."

a lie, but anything to make yourself feel better.

but, that's where aaron, without fail, always stepped in.

"well," he started, but didn't finish his thought - finally managing to get the room key to cooperate and pushing the door open, entering with you at his footsteps.

his back constructed your view, but once he sidestepped towards the bathroom to your right, he revealed a bouquet of red roses, chocolate covered strawberries, accompanied by a card waiting on the desk.

"i know it's not much." aaron explained as you froze, his hand finding the small of your back. "and it's not everything either, i do have more planned for once we're home but-"

maybe it was the near delirious exhaustion, the day you had, him, or all the above, but you only had one means of responding.

you grasped onto the lapels of his suit jacket, bringing him to you and kissing him so forcefully he nearly tripped up against the wall. aaron laughed gently in your mouth, but the kiss was long and deep, the two of you melting into each other.

not enough? it was everything, and the kiss alone silently proved that.

"thank you." you whispered once the two of you separated. your palms were resting on his chest, the fabric of his shirt soft under your fingers.

aaron smiled, the kind that caused the ends of his eyes to crinkle happily. "i love you. and although today wasn't how it should've been, and i would've loved to have spoiled you endlessly, and jack would've definitely been staying at jessica's for the night." his lips turned upwards into a light smirk, a wicked glint in his eyes before turning to their softness. "just like any day, i'm reminded how lucky i am you're my wife. whenever i'm with you, wherever we are, i'm home."

you blinked at him, in utter bafflement and awe. "how do you always know just what i need to hear?"

"because you're my beautiful wife, and like you said, we're too married." he teased, but his playful demeanor sobered, his voice lowering to a whisper. "i'm sorry you had a bad day."

"it's okay. it's better now," you answered just as softly as you looked into his eyes, stroking your thumb along his cheek before turning back to your surprise, "and when did you manage to do all this?"

"i can't reveal all my secrets, can i?" aaron quipped with a smile, pulling you in for another kiss. you reciprocated, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"happy valentine's day darling. and to many, many more."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x you #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x fem!reader

[klausysworld]

🏖️ w klaus?

Much needed Vacation

Klaus loves to travel and after a thousand years of being on edge he was more than happy to relax for a while.

Since unlocking his werewolf side he was able to feel temperatures more, he would wear thicker clothes and added layers in the winter and had the desire to go shirtless everywhere in the summer. Not that I'm complaining but his siblings weren't the most fond.

Hope also found that she enjoyed the heat and so when I mentioned the idea of a vacation, the Mikaelsons were very excited. It was rare that the siblings were able to actually enjoy their luxuries but for the past for months everything had been lovely and calm and there was no sign of any threat for the near future.

So we flew first class, hired out a villa and claimed our rooms. Klaus had grabbed my hand and sped us to the biggest suit, bringing our bags and dropping onto the humongous bed with a pleased sigh.

I smiled and shut the door before opening our cases and beginning to put all our clothes on hangers and into the wardrobe. I could hear Klaus removing his clothes and pulling something else on, probably his swim trunks because Hope had been begging for them to go in the pool as soon as they arrived. I put our little wash bags into the bathroom and came back into the bedroom to see Klaus in his navy swim shorts and his wolf tooth necklace.

"You gonna go to the pool or the beach?" I asked as I sat beside him and traces my fingertips against the bare skin of his shoulders

"Pool, it's only the first day, I don't want sand to appear in all of my clothes for the next two weeks" he joked and I smiled widely. He just gazed at me for a moment before glancing to my shorts and t-shirt "are you coming?" he questioned with a tilt of his head

"Not today, it's already getting late and we agreed to cook the first night and to go out for food tomorrow. Elijah said he'd help." I explained and he hummed

"We can always go out for food, today, tomorrow, the whole holiday if you like. Don't stress about house tasks, just come relax, this was all your idea" he stood and tugged me by the wrist to stand which I did and I wrapped my arms around his neck

"I'm not stressing, I just want everything to go well. Besides if we eat out every day then it loses what makes it exciting" I reminded and he pouted

"Or it makes when you cook more special?" he offered and I gave him a look resulting in a sigh and a 'fine' before he gave me a kiss and disappeared out to the pool with Hope, Rebekah, Marcel, Kol and Freya whilst Elijah, Hayley, Davina and I were inside preparing food and inspecting the villa.

The first week consisted of nothing but the pool, snacks and sunbathing. The second week we began doing activities and taking day trips either all together or in groups or couples, plus Hope of course depending on who she wanted to spend the day with.

More often than not it was Klaus and I and whilst it was really sweet and we all had fun, I could see Klaus getting frustrated. We hadn't been intimate the entire vacation so far because someone was always awake during the night due to the heat and usually it was Hope. None of the walls were sound proof and the doors didn't have locks. Although Klaus was willing to risk it, I didn't want to traumatise Hope on her first family holiday.

But I knew he would burst soon. His hard non was permanent and he would press it against me at every possible opportunity, whispering dirty words or quietly begging for me to touch him. Klaus always went one way or the other when he got needy, either he got overly dominant or very submissive. I think this time, because the environment was to calm and everyone was happy, he became more subby and whiny for one-on-one attention rather then when he's agitated all the time and unable to grasp his emotions.

So I decided to check out the beach, people seemed to clear off in early evening for food and the entertainment facilities nearby so I planned to bring Klaus down around then.

I set up a blanket so we didn't have to sit on the burning hot sand and put a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice before going to get Klaus. I dragged him out with the promise of a surprise.

"Trust me okay? You'll like it" I told him as he huffed and puffed about wanting to know before we got there.

By the time we got there the sun was starting to set but the air remained hot, I lead him across the sand to the place I'd set up. His expression seemingly softened and a smile pulled at his pretty pink lips.

I pulled him down onto the blanket and kicked my sandals off. I lifted my dress off and put it on the edge of the blanket so that I was in only my bikini. I looked back to him to see him throwing his shirt away toward the sea and then his shorts so he was left in his briefs. I let out a short laugh and got onto my hands and knees, crawling on top of him and pressing him down by his chest.

His lips were on mine in a second though his kisses were much softer and more passionate than I expected if I were honest. His arms slid round my waist and his mouth opened as though begging for my tongue inside. I obliged of course and deepened the kiss, my knees squeezed his sides gently and my hands stroked at the stubble along the top of his neck and jaw to his face. I sucked gently at his tongue to make his groan. His hands wondered to untie the string keeping my breasts in place, the bikini top fell into him and then his hands moved to my bottoms. He tossed them away and whined into my mouth as he pressed his clothed dick between my legs.

I pressed my mouth firmly to his for a moment before pulling back to look between us and pull his briefs off his legs and to the sand. His hands were already pulling me back down via the back of my neck making me breath out a laugh and kiss at his lips until they were swollen and parted.

My hand stroked the length of his cock a few times to make sure he was ready but it was pretty obvious by now that he was more than ready.

I guided him inside me easily, letting out a relieved moan as he filled me inch by inch. He groaned and rocked his hips gently, his eyes closed and head falling back so our lips detached. I let out a hot breath and pressed against his chest, lifting myself up and bouncing slowly on his lap. I could see the sun starting to hide behind the softly crashing waves and the warm breeze skimmed over the both of us while we moved as one.

I could feel him pulsate inside me as his lashes fluttered against the apples of his cheeks and his swelled lips stayed parted to let out broken breaths of air. I tightened around him every few thrusts to watch his brows pull together. I smiled a lazy seeming smile as I rubbed my thumb in little circles on his sweat glazed chest.

"See? Told you...you'd...like it" I murmured breathlessly and he let out a chuckle and thrusted his hips up.

"mm love it" He whined and I grinned, moving a little faster so that my lower tummy began to twist pleasantly. His hands pulled at my hips to angle them differently, this position caused his tip to brush my spot and my hips to stutter before moving with more need.

He grunted and let out mumbled moans as he moved with more force. My hand fell forward to his side, landing in the sand instead of the blanket making me groan but clutch at the surface regardless. I could feel each grain brush between my fingers as the soft smack of his balls against my filled the air between our mix of panting.

I groaned when I felt my clit tingle and crave for attention. I dropped my spared hand down to where I needed and put my fingertips to use. I felt myself flutter around him and in response heard him let out a low moan. He squeezed my hips and rolled us over so he was on top.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled when he pushed me into the sand, it all sticking to the pair of us.

"we'll sort it later" he muttered as he thrust his hips with more control and power. His pace quickened and his grip on my hips tightened as did I.

"Oh god" I whispered with a whimper. His face dropped to the side of my face, his soft lips pressing light kisses against my cheek and neck as I felt myself flood with warmth. I kept sliding my fingers over my clit, faster and faster until I felt that I couldn't stop. My sounds became a blur along with my vision as I listened to his encouraging whispers to let go.

"Fuck Nik, please-" I whined and he kissed my lips harshly. I let out a series of gasps when I felt him slam into my spot repeatedly, the heat from the air, the sand and our bodies all seemed to merge as I felt that powerful sensation rush through me and down my thighs as I let out a surprisingly loud cry of pleasure.

My hand slid out against the sand as my body went limp, legs falling to my sides and my face pressed into his chest. His breathing was heavy as thick ropes of cum shot into me without warning. My eyes were closed and I groaned slowly, my thighs trembled gently for a moment before I relaxed fully beneath him.

I could feel his warm hands cup my face and I slowly opened my eyes, smiling up at him as he kissed my lips softly.

“Thank you” I whispered and he chuckled softly

“It was your gift sweetheart, I should be thanking you” he corrected but I shook my head

“You did more” I whispered as he moves his hands under my back and lifted me up making me huff when sand fell from my hair.

“I really didn’t love but it’s sweet that you think so” he teased and I rolled my eyes

“Doesn’t matter” I mumbled and he smiled, holding me close making me wrap my arms around him.

We stayed on the beach for a while, trying to get as much sand off me as possible before getting up and trying to find out clothes.

Eventually we got back to the villa, everyone was in the pool and our food was sat waiting on the side making me smile as we took our plates to our room.

The rest of the week went perfectly and once we returned home we lasted another 3 full days before a major argument broke out and the longing for a holiday was back.

#the originals #klaus mikaelson #the vampire diaries #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikealson fanfiction #klaus mikaelson one shot #klaus mikaleson imagine #rebekah mikaelson #the vampire diares imagine #niklaus imagines #tvd klaus #elijah mikaelson #klaus m #klaus mikaelson x y/n #kol mikaelson #niklaus mikaelson #klaus michaelson #tvd universe #hope mikaelson #klaus mikaelson headcanon

[esmedelacroix]

5 days til' Christmas

in which the mood swings are swinging during your pregnancy with husband!miguel o'hara⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

6 days til' christmas ← previous part

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Waking up that morning it was the same routine of feeling discomfort and nausea. You thought maybe you would get used to it but that proved quite difficult the next morning as you were hurled over the toilet.

You felt bad waking Miguel so early in the morning but he insisted it was fine and he knew you needed him to be there for you. You were more than thankful to Miguel for taking his day off from work and starting his holiday vacation early for you.

Before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You were sobbing on your bathroom floor because you felt so loved by Miguel and that made you happy. "Hey, hey are you okay?" he asked as he directed all his attention to you and wiped your tears that wouldn't stop flowing.

"I'm just so happy you're here," you sobbed.

"Aw, mi vida[my life], have I been away for too long, have I been neglecting my wife?" he asked as he embraced you and caressed your hair.

"No, it's just," you started, you let out a frustrated shy you just couldn't stop your tears. "I'm just so content," you said.

That morning you and Miguel were eating breakfast together. He made his usual piping hot cup of black coffee(weirdo) and he was sipping it because it was still very hot. You hated that. You didn't know why. But it disgusted you.

"Why are you doing that?" you asked, knowing it was a completely normal thing he did all the time.

"Doing what?" he asked obliviously.

"The way you're drinking your coffee, It's weird, I hate that sound," you said, almost gagging when he did it again.

"It's still hot," he said blankly.

He sipped his coffee again and that's what set off the waterworks. You sobbed telling him that you hated the sound. "Just get out! Get out!" you said pointing at the door.

He put the newspaper down trying to remain calm and walked over to you slowly taking his glasses off. "Stop just stop! Why are you walking like that?" you sobbed as you ran into your shared bedroom, locked the door, and wailed.

You heard Miguel's heavy footsteps he was probably pacing back and forth worried and trying to figure out what to do. After a while, when you had stopped crying you heard soft knocks on the door. "Nena[baby], can I come in?" you heard Miguel ask in a soft tone of voice.

He didn't hear a response but the door opened and he saw you there with red, puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. "Hey, I'm sorry for sipping weirdly I guess," he said, taking both of your hands.

"No it's not your fault," you said quietly looking down ashamed that you blew up on him over him drinking his coffee.

"Why did the coffee and my walking make you so upset?" he asked

"I literally don't know," you sobbed the tears spilling again.

"Okay, shhhh, you’re fine you're okay, hey, please don't cry," he said, wiping your tears away and hugging you.

"Sorry I'm so hormonal, probably just starting my period soon," you said resting your head against his head.

Thinking that it would be easy to hide your pregnancy from Miguel was so wrong. Your symptoms were flaring up and guilt from lying to him was eating you alive.

You hoped that nothing crazy would happen for the rest of the day. Other than being sick and eating and drinking a lot more than you usually did, everything was fine.

Until that same night, you and Miguel ordered pizza and he folded it. Miguel. Folded. His. Fucking. Pizza.

You did end up crying again, locking yourself in your room threatening to divorce him if he even tried to talk to you. He did sleep on the couch that night. But hey it was only 4 more days until you could finally surprise him on Christmas day.

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next part → 4 days til' Christmas

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taglist: @aripet22@to-the-endoftheline

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[s1ut4adamstanheight]

Write some dad bod adam

dude I'm sorry I'm seeing this so much later than when you asked im actually dumb but I gotchu xo ALSO kinda nsfw btw

Adam stanheight x reader (short)

It was a Sunday afternoon and I've just finished getting ready for the day, I woke up early to go to the gym with my boyfriend Adam but we both decided to blow it off and sleep till the afternoon. We wanted to go after realizing how chub we both gotten from the holidays - and honestly Adam has gained a bit of weight since the trap. Just stress eating and depression, nothing wrong with it, personally I love it but I just don't like how he got it, so I figured why not go out and get to the gym, we can be healthier people together. Usually we go a few times a week - until today - we stayed up late and considering how consistent we've been, we deserve a break.

I just finished making Adam and I some tea as I head back into the bedroom where Adam was still in bed.

"here you go lazy" I smile and hand him his mug, my eyes go to his shirtless chest making me smirk.

He groans and sits up "thanks sweetie", that nickname gives me butterflies every time.

I sit down infant of him on the bed and sip my tea.

"you know I feel kinda bad skipping the gym today, but sleeping in was totally worth it." Adam says before putting his mug down.

"oh dude totally." I nod.

He stretches his arms out and looks at me before grabbing the mug from my hand and placing it beside his on the bedside table.

"you know, we could still work out here." he runs his hands up my waist and to my neck where he pulls me in for a kiss.

I smile into the kiss and pull away looking at his sleepy dark eyes,

"yeah?" I say smiling, inches away from his hovering lips.

"uh huh.." he slowly kisses my cheek and moves his way down to my neck.

"Adam your gonna kiss away my makeup," My hands go up to his cheeks holding him and he kisses me neck and cheeks.

He looks back up at me smirking, "yeah yeah, you can fix it later, come'mere." He pulls my hips onto his lap then runs his hands down my thighs.

"ugh if you insist." jokingly I roll my eyes and kiss him.

His lips are the best thing to wake up to in the morning, my mind goes blank as he kisses me slowly and passionately, he bites me lip before going back In intensely.

I moan quietly while my hands travel down his stomach, I love hoe he's bigger than me, more overpowering and strong. He can easily move and throw me around and I love it.

Adam pulls away from the kiss to look at me.

"You always get me so riled up in the morning," he smiles and rests his head up against the wall behind him.

"oh I can tell," I smirk "I can feel it." I move my hips and feel him under me, teasing me with every move.

"I can help youuu" I say tilting my head while holding his cheeks.

"really?'' he says coming back to my face.

''what do you want to do?'' his hand hols my cheek and slowly moves his thumb over my pink lipglosses lips that Adam has now smudged, his thumb pulls my bottom lip down before kissing me again.

he smells like cologne and cigarettes, the perfect ingredients for sexy. His smells turns me on - making him so hard to resist, but his kisses distract me from taking this moment further.

"Adam your distracting me, don't you want help"

he smiles and kisses my cheek before looking at me.

"your letting me distract you, thought you were gonna help me work out" He says with a jokingly confused face.

"you can help me out in the shower, cmon."

"I already show-" Before I could finish he picks me up, carrying bridal style to the bathroom making me giggle.

"adaaaam!"

"you can be extra clean! I can help you wash" He says raising his eyebrows convincingly.

"oh shut up." he finally lets me down while I roll my eyes.

He closes the bathroom door then walks over to me.

Adam holds my waist bringing him to his chest, our lips close.

"you ready to workout?'' he asks before moving his hands under my shirt.

"uh huh." I smile and kiss him.

SORRY IF I LEFT ON A CLIFFHANGER IM LAZY BUT IF U WANT MORE LET ME KNOW ILL TRY MY BEST.

AND SEND MORE REQUESTS IF ANYONE WANTS - I PROMISE TO ACTUALLY LOOK THIS TIME HA

#saw 2004 #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #leigh whannell #adam stanheight x reader #saw movies #adam faulkner x reader #babygirladam #pookieadam #deadguyinbathroom

[cuddleyhoney]

hey darling , can i request smutty john wick x reader (Maybe Meena Tarasov 😉😍) fic.

Maybe John comes home stressed and Meena prepares him a nice evening so that he quickly forgets his stress.

hii I was bored so I thought I would try and write something for this sorry i'm late also happy new year lol <3

john wick x oc mena tarasov

brief context -

-The bond that Meena and John cultivated throughout the past year created a cozy and affectionate lifestyle. Frequently, Meena would linger at his place, spending evenings together after delightful dinners or indulging in weekend sleepovers that added a touch of warmth to their connection.

It being the cold winter John invited you to spend the week with him during the holidays. He still had to work on most days though, which led her to being at home with "dog/mochi"! -

6:31 am

The sun was glimmering through the floor to ceiling windows you notice John start to shuffle in the sheets and wake up. As usual he performed with his normal routine of making coffee for himself and watching the morning news. After 10-15 minutes he went to shower later then going to work.

Meena hated the "old fashioned" morning routine John had. She wished she could just stay in bed for a couple more hours with him just to relax and be close to each other. After John left she slept for a couple more hours, I mean she's just a girl right?

Around 9:45 Meena awakened

(second pov)

Hearing the quiet yet noticeable pitter-patter of John's beloved dog walking into the bedroom was a sign that he needed some "outside time". John's dog you nicknamed "Mochi" really loved you and enjoyed attention from you.

In her adorable pajamas walking over towards the large shared bathroom she and John shared. Glancing at the counter and seeing the small area of her own personal items like skin care and makeup took over made you smile. Meena made her way to the glass doored shower to clean herself up for the day.

Time passed and Meena spent most of her time just hanging out with the dog, online shopping and baking cookies. She later fell asleep on the sofa watching YouTube. Until the sound of the garage woke her up she realized John was home.

Meena greeted her love with a warm smile and sprinted over to him with a hug. He loved your soft cuddles but this specific evening he seemed a bit more firm than usual. He have you a couple kisses then he released you from his arms and went to his office.

With such discomfort and tensity plastered on his face you worried if something bad happened? with work or maybe you annoyed him? maybe it was road rage from driving through the busy new york city streets?

Meena let John have maybe 12 to 15 minutes of quiet time to himself but she couldn't worry alone much longer. She left her comfy chair near the island counter she was in to work on the idea she planned. A small ice cream session with John!!

Preparing the adorable comfort snack with sprinkles and caramel syrup in small bowls, she placed both bowls on the table then quickly skipping to Johns office.

John noticed the sound of her foot steps immediately and stood up as soon as the door was opened. He greeted her saying "Hi Bunny". That was one of the nicknames he gave you. You looked at John with nothing but pure intention and grabbed his hand to lead him to the dining area where the ice cream was.

He stared in shock of the small gesture Meena made for him. He didn't have much growing up and was rarely given anything nice, so this was a big deal for him. The two love birds sat and conversed whilst having their delicious treat.

John finished eating and then placed his hand on top of her with his fingers moving slowly and taking in her beauty as the night went on. The two didn't want the night to go to waste but noticed the night was passing.

He then made then asked the small yet intense question saying "Would you like to visit me in the bathroom in five minutes?" a sparkle lit in her eyes and she nodded her head softly whilst blushing.

Quickly Meena raced to wash the dishes whilst John walked over to their beloved shower...

Meena looked at herself in front of the mirror making sure she looks good, checking if her eyebrows were in place or if she had any crumbs on her face. Then practically sprinting over to the bathroom and knocking on the door.

*knock knock* Meena ask gently "Can I come in?" hoping this situation is more than him just giving her a back massage and bath something more intimate.

John quickly opens the door to see Meena in her cute sweat pants and delicate top but for Meena all she is seeing is a very bare version of John. Her heart began to race with arousal. He pulled her hand into the bathroom and led her to the shower. He slowly undressed her let her check if the water was at a good temperature for her.

The two of them slowly started to bathe themselves but they both knew they wanted to do more than that. Meena's soft tanned hand made its way to Johns chest feeling the warmth of his body. John looked at her with water droplets dripping from his hair he used his own hand to move hers guiding it lower to his wait and made a small smirk...

Meena lowered herself on to her knees trying not to break eye contact with him. She grabbed his "shaft" and looked down then right back at him. He looked at her with so much love and put his hands on the side of her cheeks then saying "Please continue".

She took his length slowly but steadily hoping it was enough for him, he began to massage her neck and shoulders to ease any tensity she may have. His soft grunts made her so weak.

He tapped her on the shoulder and memoed her to stop. He wanted her to feel good too. John lifted her by the waist and had her back towards the wall, He glanced at her once she made the small "oh my god remark" smiling at how courageous he can be at time. He looked back at her to make sure he had her consent and she nodded heavily wanting him to continue.

John inserted himself into her and instantly felt a form relaxation. Luckily shes on birth control so there's no need to worry for any issues. John paced himself to make sure he didn't hurt or make any tears or marks on her skin. He left small kisses all across her waist and face. His small "I love yous" left her feeling like a princess...

The night ended with the two cuddle buddies snug in bed with facial moisturizer on and vanilla-scented lotion. Their pure bliss was so strong it radiated through their entire home.

the end for now

thank you for reading!!

#john wick #john wick x y/n #john wick headcanons #john wick x reader #john wick au #john wick fanfic #keanu reeves #john wick imagine #fanfic

[archivallyfound09]

A Little Bit of Christmas

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Top Gun: Maverick) x Reader (F, no Y/N)

Warnings: Angstyyyyyy then some fluff, I don't proofread initially so apologies about spelling!

Requested: YES! The delightful @rosiahills22 posted that she had an idea and was kind enough to share it with me. Here ya go, sunshine- I hope it breaks your heart! <3

"Okay, I know something's up. You're never up before I am," the sleep made Jake's voice even deeper than usual, a loud yawn punctuating his suspicion. You simply smiled, perched on the barstool by the counter, coffee mug firmly in hand. You gave him your sweetest look as you sipped your coffee, a bit of the whipped cream on top sticking to your upper lip.

He chuckled as he made his way to the cabinet to grab a mg and get his own caffeine for the day. The two of you had been together for just over two years, but this would be the first Christmas that he was actually home on base and not deployed on some secret mission thousands of miles away for the holidays. You started humming a christmas carol into your coffee, chancing a glance up at Jake as he poured the hot coffee into his "Navy Aviator" mug. He looked at you quizzically and then saw some of the boxes from storage stacked up behind you.

He let out a tired laugh. "Don't go overboard, okay? Don't want to hurt yourself while I'm not around." He gave you a wink, but the meaning was well intentioned- you had previously had a bit of a spill when decorating for the Fourth of July ( wasn't your fault- the flagpole was ridiculously high and the stepstool wasn't entirely stable). You nodded fervently as he downed his coffee.

"Here's hoping for a good day," he said softly, kissing you and running a hand down your cheek. You smiled as he broke the kiss and headed towards the doors with a "love you" tossed over his shoulder. As the door closed, you practically jumped out of your skin, excited to start decorating.

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You knew it had been a while since breakfast, your growling stomach was the only indication that was persistent enough to get you to stop. You walked to the kitchen and started pulling out a variety of items to eat as you admired your handiwork: a full tree, decorated with ornaments, lights garland, and icicles displayed proudly in the living room, lights strung up and down the hallway to the bedroom and bathroom with ornaments hanging from them, wreaths on every door you could find.

You had also swapped out all the blankets in the living room with more holiday-centric pieces, pillows were exchanged, and stuffed animals were added to complete the christmas display that was now your couch. You smiled at the small, stuffed Rudolph and Clarice, enjoying their lovesick look and making you immediately think of how you looked at Jake.

You had made a list of a few items you were missing- a new wreath hanger for the front door, some replacement bulbs for the top of the tree and a few new ornaments to commemorate your first, actual Christmas spent together. You hadn't mentioned to Jake how much you enjoyed decorating, especially now that you finally had someone to share it with.

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Before you realized, your stomach was growling again. The blue lights on the microwave read 9:02 and you were immediately confused why Jake wasn't home yet. Normally, he'd arrive back to you between 5-6, 6:30 at the absolute latest. Or he'd call if he was going out (honestly, he normally just told you to meet him when he went out with the gang from work). You checked your phone and saw no calls or messages, so you continued a scavenge for food, throwing together some pasta dish in case Jake hadn't eaten when he arrived.

No sooner were you pulling the past off the stove and grating some cheese into it did the front door open. Heavy boots hit the floor as the door slammed loudly shut. Jake's bag hit the wall before it hit the floor. You jumped a bit, not sure what had happened, but one look told you everything.

It had been an absolute hell of a day.

Jake walked past you towards the fridge, grabbing the bottle of whiskey that sat next to it on the counter. He grabbed a glass and, with a long pout, downed the amber liquid in seconds. You gently sat down his plate of food and Jake followed, now with a beer in hand.

Dinner was silent. You didn't want to pry or bother him when he got like this. It wasn't often he shut down, but you knew better than to try and play therapist and fix him in a state like this. You quickly finished your food and stood, taking both your empty plates to the sink. As you rinsed them off, you smiled at all your decorating and how it shone against the darkness outside. You looked at Jake, but he was still slumped over, sipping his beer.

"Hey, I know it's been a rough day but-"

"But what?" You took a shaky breath as his question came out as more of a bark than anything. When you didn't say anything, he looked at you annoyed. You unenthusiastically gestured to the living room and the kitchen, where glimmering Christmas lights shone proudly and small bits of holly garland now adored the tops of your cabinetry.

Jake groaned. "Okay, great. More stuff," he half mumbled into the beer bottle. You bit your lip frustrated almost to tears, but not willing to shed them.

"I know it's been a rough day," you repeated calmly, "but I wanted to do something special since it's our first real Christmas together."

You weren't sure what it was, but that seemed to snap something in Jake. He stood up, beer bottle clanging to the bottom of the trash bin in front of him. You took in a deep breath, unsure of exactly what was bout to happen.

"Great. Just fucking great, babe. You cover the house with all this shit," the word came out like poison, "and why? You want a pat on the back? Want to feel like what you did was special? Wow. Awesome." He rolled his eyes as the sarcasm and his volume started to grow.

"I'm sorry that I'm not in the mood to deal with any of this christmas bullshit and I wish you would just stop wasting my money on all of it so everything can look even more cramped than it already is!" he shook the stuffed Rudolph in his fist and let it fly off into the tree as he stormed out of the room and towards the bedroom. The door slammed and suddenly the only sound in the room was the tinkling of ornaments on the still shaking tree.

You took in a shaky breath, tears silently streaming down your cheeks. You had thought this would be a surprise that Jake would like. He told you on his last deployment how much he had loved seeing you decorate the place and how you had "really made it your own." You slowly stepped towards the tree, grabbing a few branches to settle it back down. You picked up the thrown reindeer and then you saw it: the "Our First Christmas" ornament that some of Jake's work friends had given to you before the deployment laid shattered on the floor.

You cradled the pieces in your hand and then walked them over to the trash, the ceramic clattering quietly with the now forgotten beer bottle at the bottom. You looked around and let out a heavy sigh, tears still falling as you wiped your nose on your sleeve. You began unplugging lights, removing the remaining ornaments and boxing them back up and putting them in the storage closet.

You were surprised at how quickly you were able to put everything away. You hadn't been interrupted, so you assumed that Jake had fallen asleep. You sat quietly on the couch, the room seeming especially bare. You sighed and pulled up a blanket, exhaustion overtaking you into sleep.

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The next morning you woke early, the bareness in the room another reminder of what had occurred last night. You took in a shaky breath and quickly walked to the bathroom, wanting to brush your teeth and splash some water on your face. You were grateful to past you for leaving some clean clothes on the hamper in the bathroom. You changed and decided to head out for some coffee from the local shop just off base.

When you returned, coffee and pastries in hand for you and Jake, you found him sitting on the floor, facing the corner of your living room. You looked at him quizzically and, as you crossed the room to put the coffee and food down on the kitchen table. With the new vantage point, you saw him holding a ceramic piece of the ornament that had broken last night.

"I'm a fucking asshole," you heard him mutter quietly. You stood still, eyebrow raised, waiting for him to continue. He stood slowly, the ornament still in hand, as he made his way over to you at the kitchen table.

"I'm so sorry, baby, so, so, incredibly sorry," he looked down at his shoes, afraid of what you'd say if he looked into your eyes. He took in a shaky breath.

"Christmas was always hard at home. It seemed like every year it was the perfect time for a full blown fight between my parents and someone would always break someone else's toys and it was always stressful and chaotic and..." you could see a tiny glimmer of wetness on his cheeks.

"...and it's no excuse. I shouldn't have done any of that. I was so glad to have you here and have you to celebrate with. And I know I ruined it and I don't know if I can fix it, but...I'm so sorry. Something snapped and I lost it. And now I'm terrified I'm going to lose you." He looked back down at the ornament shard in his hand.

"I need you to know how much this means to me to celebrate," you started, voice shaky, hands held stiffly by your sides. "I didn't have anyone or anything to celebrate Christmas growing up. Dad was always gone, mom didn't have any money and anything they did have, they gave to my younger brother. Now they're all gone. Last year was my first chance to celebrate and decorate. I was so proud to show this all off to you and this year, my only dream was to get to spend it with you. To get to have a real family Christmas celebration."

Your words hung thick in the air. Before you realized it, Jake had you wrapped up tightly in his arms. Apologies were mumbled into your hair as he clutched you tightly to his chest. You felt hot tears on your cheeks and on your neck and shoulders as your arms automatically wrapped around Jake's muscular frame.

"Okay, I am not going to be able to make this up to you," he pulled away slowly and looked down at the ornament in his hand, "but, goddammit, I'm going to try," you gave him a tentative smile as he continued. "Go out and buy whatever else you want for Christmas, New Year, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, whatever holidays you want to celebrate okay?" You let out a laugh as you wiped the snot from your nose in a very unladylike fashion.

Jake laughed and hugged you again, placing a kiss on your lips, both cheeks, forehead, and the top of your head. You laughed again and then started towards the door, car keys, coffee, and purse in hand.

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You returned back with a small bag of decorations a few hours later. You knew Jake was trying to patch things up, but you still felt guilty about all the items you had already spent money on. And, quite honestly, there wasn't much more that you needed around the house.

You heard the music inside before you opened the door. Christmas music blared from the house and only got louder as you walked in. You were not anticipating seeing almost everyone from the recently Top Gun mission in your house, all in a variety of stages of decoration. You immediately spotted Phoenix and Bob at the Christmas tree, while Halo was clearly hanging lights in the hallway (and the bathroom?).

"Hey Hangman! Mrs. Claus is home!" You turned at saw Rooster on a ladder with Coyote and Payback trying to steady him as he hung something from your ceiling. You laughed a bit and put down your purse, handing the bag of decorations to Halo as you continued into the house.

Jake stepped out of the bedroom, a red flannel and jeans now adorning his body and a santa hat perched on his head. You laughed (unsure of where he got a flannel for the hot San Diego temps) and stepped into a hug with him.

"Thank you," you whispered and he pulled back, putting the santa hat on you and dipping you into a long, obnoxious kiss. It earned a lot of whoops and hollers and a few gags (Rooster) as you ended the kiss.

"I know it's not the same, but I hope it's a little bit of Christmas for you," he whispered and wrapped his arms around you again.

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A/N: Did I say "I want to hurt my own feelings?" Yes. Yes I did. Thanks again to @rosiahills22 for the idea!!! <3

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #Hangman #hangman fic #jake hangman x reader #hangman fanfiction #hangman #top gun maverick #top gun 2 #christmas fic #request #angsty #angst with a happy ending #top gun 2 angst

[fungiac1d]

The House of Lamentation.

Mammon x gender neutral mc.

TW: trypophobia (mentions of holes in the skin), cannibalism? Demons eating humans. Mc is dead but not really (free interpretation), religious themes.

Summer mornings always work the same for me; the sheets stick to my body and I slowly get away from them, meanwhile the streets are completely silent. In summer people left the neighborhood because they had holidays, the birds don't sing since s long time, cars rest... I get up and I lay on the couch, closing my eyes, my mom hums while she cleans. I know all her songs.

This morning is quite different, after liberating myself of the sheets a cold sweat ran down my back. I got out of my room bare footed, my mom's eyes smiled at me more than usual. There wasn't music, just an intense noise coming from my inside; it has been years since I heard such a strong buzzing, it stifles my skin, it sings.

I looked at my mother and I went to the bathroom, my flesh burnt and I couldn't breath: singing, right in my stomach, all my body vibrates with it.

Then I went to the empty street, with the sleeping cars; I thought about the day before and hands, that like the sheets, stick to my tights. In summer everything remains dead, the grannies won't go to talk in the street because there is too much sun. Maybe the hands were a had dream, the asphalt amplifies how hot it is and it envelopes everything, the street is narrowing.

I think about the birds singing, I think about a world with noise which wouldn't be empty like the broken melodies of my mother's humming.

I walked until I found a small river, one I haven't seen ever. I wasn't afraid so I sat in the humid earth to get my foot in the green water, down to my knees. Then I looked at my hands, waiting for them to grow big, emaciated holes, but nothing happened.

I thought that because I saw a hive, big and overflowing, bleeding on the river where my foot rested. For a moment I wanted to open it a go inside, since I can't become a hive; I think someone opened me too and something came inside, now it's making noise so I'm never lonely again, it overflows my mother's songs.

If I'm dreaming where will I wake up? In my bed? In my father's bed? Will I be twelve again? I think there has never been a river here, I think something bad has happened.

What if I open the hive? Will all the stingers break my skin? When I was younger my parents took me to lakes so I bathed and had fun, showing the world my sun kissed belly, I look down at the river. How would it feel? To drown in honey? My organs suffocate under the noise, my skin cries and I think: there has never been a river here, or a hive, something bad has happened.

I kept walking until I reached a home, there was a man outside, his skin is rich and sun bathed, with shining eyes, he looks at me, flooded with curiosity.

—What are you doing around here?

—I'm lost.

—Then you are in the right place.

—Am I dead?

The question makes him burst out laughing, his laugh is the first thing to sounds real since I got up.

—Don't worry your pretty head over that—he gets up and walks over to me—here is all you need.

I look over to the huge victorian house.

—You want my soul?

His eyes shines.

—Your soul? Aren't you a little dumb?—he flickles my forehead, smiling—you need some rest, don't you?

When we get inside, he shows me a room. My own, he says.

—This is not only my house, but the guests too. It has a life of it own.

The walls get colder.

—What's is name, then?

He throws be a mischievous smile before answering:

—I like to call her—he caress a wall, smiling, his teeth are precious like small drops of milk—the Hose of Lamentation. It will give you anything you want.

I slowly lay down on the bed.

—Now sleep, there is so much waiting for you.

Before falling asleep I think about going back home, or to the river.

He closes the door.

The next time I open my eyes I'm still here. He is already waiting for me.

—So what do you want to do, little boring thing?

—Is there a garden?

—Let's find out.

There was a garden. He holds my hand softly, all the flowers are unborn yet, I caress the prick.

—Will you stay?

I only nod, afraid of saying the truth: I don't think I can go back.

—Good, you'll get used. The house is amazing, there is a casino in the basement just for me! It gives you anything—he gets closer to me, I can smell him—and you will be ok.

And I believe him, just like that, his name sounds weird and heavy on my tongue but when he says mine is like a soft eater flow running down.

—Are you sure I'm not dead?

For the first time, he looks at me with a more serious expression. He has a little smile dancing on his lips, I think he is very beautiful, I like his eyes, does he like mine too?

—Does it matter? If you are dead?

—I guess it doesn't.

As days passed I found myself growing more and more comfortable, the food was unique: my grandma's cookies, that cake which made me so happy in my birthday... For me, we are the only ones in the house, I don't see any guests.

He is soft with me, he watches me sleep sometimes and when I wake up he is still there, as if his day started when mine did.

He might be a little rough or hot headed sometimes but when he looks at me in the morning, with a mix of awe, affection and need, my bones move and ache in all my body.

[Then let me eat your heart, Ophelia, which shed my tears.]

The story goes like this: it's one of many nights, he looks at you. A fresh wound, pink and shining, water falling, needles.

The only meaning of pain and love is that they are endless, and the only comfort to this is their own eternity.

He looks at you knowing that time is running up, what is a body? A broken plate, a shattered shell. He gets closer but he only smells his own hunger, feeling his heavy tongue: hunger emanates from it own self, like pain.

But he has been wonderful for you, you got all you wanted and needed. Slowly getting to your soul and desires.

This night is different, because you wake up noticing how close he is. His eyes are shining, liquid gold.

You think about his teeth, small, pointy, there are so many, they are precious like milk drops. The loneliness in your house also comes to your mind.

The house BUZZES and you know that it will devour you. Is the payment for the company, for the cookies, for a cake of your eleven birthday.

Once again you look at him, and the necessity bleeds inside of you, you want more. Is not enough with the walks you wake, or with the way he looks at you sleeping, you need more.

He reeks like hunger, but not the one that makes your tummy ache and your mouth salivates, he craves your necessity, your avarice, the happiness you hold because you have everything thanks TO HIM, to the HOUSE, you feel like a fish, with your soft belly exposed to a fork and a knife, exposed to his teeth.

So you bring your hand up, closely followed by the volcanoes of gold that are his eyes, your insides scream. But you touch his lips softly, waiting for his mouth to be opened and you think: Jesus body is the bread, his blood is the wine.

When the mouth opens you pass your fingertips through the teeth, pearls, it's a humid mouth, warm, the tongue gets closer to your phalanges and you think: the bacchae kills a small mouse, to eat it's raw skin, cleaning it's little bones. That mouse is God, we eat God.

The house keeps buzzing, exactly the same way your insides did that morning when you got up.

His jaws close up around your hand and you scream, this is all you have ever wanted.

#obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #mammon x gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #mammon avatar of greed #om! mammon #mammon angst #mammon x mc #shall we date mammon #obey me #house of lamentation #obey me house of lamentation

[glitter-alienz]

I'm very busy with finals so Im ignoring my health more than usual.. I try 2 sleep the pain away and shit yk? But I can't keep down food anymore unless it's a tiny amount of plane soft food. Which is not ideal!!! I need to EAT!!! I don't have time 4 this!!! .. I just made a mess out of my bathroom cuz I couldn't run there fast enough after dinner. Eugh. Need thus 2 be over forever

And I missed 2 doctor appointments this month bcuz of finals and holidays so idk man I hate my body sometimes exploding exploding exploding explodi-

#why do i have to be sick all the times haha #venting on main #Lol #vent post #emeto tw #emetophobia #vent #agony #the dib speakz!!

[sarasa-cat]

Ecstatically excellent news!

It looks like no emergency trip to the 24/7 (and somewhat far away) animal hospital will be required during this 3 day holiday weekend!

(Be forewarned, I'm talking about my large orange "diagnosed long ago with IBS" cat -- an actual feline housecat -- under the cut. You might not want to read this while eating, for instance.)

Gave the poor boy an Rx pain killer (which he didn't like -- tasted terrible) from our vet, dispensed yesterday when he came home at the end of the day after 2 enimas, 1 xray, and 0 poo.

Also gave him yet another dose of miralax (as per vet instructions).

Then gave him another tummy massage because he loves tummy massages. Made it an extra long tummy massage with a little more vigor than usual. Much writhing. Much enjoyment on his end.

And then I wandered off to do other things and sit outside for a little while.

Came inside for a minute and saw my poor bloated orange boy waddling around (he's normally VERY athletic) but looking hungry and motioning towards his eating area. Good sign. But it wasn't time for food.

Went back outside for a little while. Came back in to refill my tea. Saw orange boy walking around looking a little more energetic. Me? Walked past the bathroom and my nose wanted to teleport into another dimension. Immediately RAN TO GRAB THE ORANGE BOY BEFOFE HE SAT DOWN ON ANYTHING.

Epic cleanup ensued.

And then he immediately ate 1.5 the amount of his normal meal for this time of the day.

Such an orange cat.

.

Given how much food he has eaten over the past 4 days, I know more business needs to be done on his end. Which means more clean up. Because hooooboy.

Which means I'm not going anywhere for the next day or two -- not until normal poo business returns and epic clean up isn't required.

But what a relief.

A messy and smelly and horrible relief.

.

It is very stressful dealing with how a housecat's health problem can go from manageable to catastrophic (needs immediate vet/hospital care) quickly, and dealing with the timing of it all -- should we wait this out or should we get in the car now -- is such a nasty game one must play.

.

Now, if he can just keep the next few EPIC LITTERBOX explosions to hours when at least one human is awake and inside the house all will be good.

Thankfully he is a fastidious cat and doesn't drag a poo-smeared butt across things that cannot be easily cleaned but will instead walk around the house and try to find someone to help him clean up and is very cooperative during clean up. That said, if everyone is sound asleep, all bets are off.

(The other cat, on the other hand, who is a longer long hair, and occasionally has litterbox "job incomplete" accidents, is a known butt-on-carpet scooter who gets ANGRY when anyone tries to help him with poo-butt)

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒱𝐼𝐼

I wake with a throbbing headache. How much did I drink? My lord, I can't move my head. I slowly lift with my hands and sit up. 

"Ugh," I groan, "did brother really put me to bed so neat and clean?"

I walk to the bathroom and do my business trying to remember. Who was that in the club who was trying to hold me? 

After a few minutes, I enter my brother's room. He was also up and sitting on his bed rubbing his eyes.

"Brother," I ask, "what happened yesterday?"

"Oh," he replies, "you passed out in the club."

"That's it?" I ask.

"Yeah," Yoongi says, "oh and some creep in the club was saying he loved you."

"What?" my face falls, "what was his name?"

"I don't know," Yoongi shrugs, "he didn't know your name either."

"Oh," I continue in confusion, "then how can he love me."

"Maybe love at first sight because my baby sis is so beautiful," Yoongi laughs.

"Stoppppp!" I throw a pillow at him blushing.

I was going out when my phone rang. It was Namjoon.

"Heyyy Joon!" I answer the call.

"Yuna!" Namjoon answers back in excitement, "You picked up. Lord, I was calling you like crazy yesterday and you did not pick up."

"I'm sorry," I said, "Yoongi and I got drunk in a club and I passed out."

"What?" Namjoon asks, "You know how unsafe it is to just pass out in a club? What if someone hurt you?"

"I'm sorry," I repeat, "I'm sorry. But Yoongi was with me."

"Hyung was drunk too wasn't he?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes..." I reply, "but he got me back home safely!"

"Ok," Namjoon sighs, "can we meet up? I miss you."

"Sure. Where?" I ask.

"The usual cafe," Namjoon chuckles, "where else?"

"Okay, Joonie," I laugh, "when?"

"Now?" Namjoon says, "As soon as possible? Like at 11? It's already 10."

"Wow," I sigh, "I woke up so late."

"Yeah," Namjoon chuckles, "I'll go now. Get ready."

"Cya," I say and hang up.

I stretch my limb and call Yoongi who was downstairs to make breakfast, "Brother! Can you make breakfast?"

"No!" Yoongi screamed. 

"Please," I screamed back while trying to get ready, "I have to go outside."

"Outside, where?" Yoongi yells.

"With Namjoon," I reply pulling my shirt down my hands.

"With Namjoon?" Yoongi screams back, "I'm coming with you! I don't trust anyone other than Jinnie."

"No," I scream again in stress as I try to pull my jeans on, "I'm going alone with him."

"No! I won't let you-" He screams but I cup his mouth stopping him, "Stop yelling, I'm here."

"And I'm going alone," I finish.

"But-" Yoongi starts.

"NO BUTS!" I interrupt him, "I'll be fine with Namjoon."

I go to the kitchen, grab cereal and milk and eat.

"Thanks for breakfast," I say sarcastically.

"You're always welcome," Yoongi smiles at me.

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"Sir!" The crow screams, "Queen Yuna is going out!"

"Where?" Taehyung asks.

"I am not quite sure," the crow replies.

"Find out," he ordered, "follow her."

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"Joonie!" I jump in excitement and hug him.

He smiles with his adorable dimples and hugs me back.

"Yunnnna!" He lifts me up while hugging me since I was short.

"Aaaah" I scream when he spins me around. 

I liked him a lot. He was in fact boyfriend material and very understanding. He was always there for me in my deepest darkest times even if I didn't want anyone's help. He suddenly brought his hands below my knees, lifted me up and made me sit on a chair.

"Woah!" I laugh.

"Anything for a princess," Namjoon smiles.

"Stooppp!" I say and cover my face.

Namjoon chuckles, "How was your holiday?"

"It was good!" I sit up, "I spent a lot of time with Jungkook too."

"That's good," his voice falls, "Do you not want to spend time with me?"

"No!" I scream in shock, "I mean yes! I want to."

Namjoon smiles, "Something has been on my mind lately."

"What is that?" I ask.

"Us," Namjoon says, "About us."

"Oh," I say concentrating.

"I want us to be more than friends now," Namjoon explains, "I know we agreed upon getting together once we're all settled. But I can't wait anymore. I want to love you and want to be loved by you. I want us to be happy and cuddly like how you always said you wanted your future boyfriend to be. I might not be the perfect boyfriend but please let me in and become perfect for you. I will love you with all of me and I will love everything of yours, your pretty and ugly."

I was on the verge of tears by the time Namjoon had finished. I loved him as much as he loved me. There was no doubt in that. I was just scared it wouldn't work out. But no longer did I fear that.

"Yes!" I yelled and jumped to hug him not caring about others. 

He gladly opens his arms and hugs me. He stands up with me in his arms. 

"I really like you," Namjoon corrects himself, "Nah! I really love you."

"I love you too," I say and kiss his cheek and dimple, "I really love your dimples too."

Little did they know that...

A little someone was watching them.

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[blubushie]

hihihihi me again!!!! do you like pizza? whats your favorite pizza topping? what do you eat for breakfast? whats your favorite book? do you like musicals? do you play cards? whats your favorite town? how does shaving work out in the bush? how does going to the bathroom work out there? what do you do for water? did you ever miss the USA when you were there? do you have halloween in australia? how do you do laundry? what if you get hurt? have you ever been bitten by a snake? how do dingos sound?

Hello again!

Do you like pizza? What's your favourite pizza topping?

Yes. I put yellow and red onions on mine because I like onions.

What do you eat for brekkie?

If I'm lucky, eggs and maybe some bacon or sausage. Most days I don't have brekkie and just have a cuppa (cup of coffee or eucalyptus tea). On the days I do, it's usually a cuppa and vegemite toast.

What's your favourite book?

Call of the Wild by Jack London.

Do you like musicals?

Yes! My favourite is Heathers. I can't count how many times I've sang Freeze Your Brain (or the Dead Girl Walking Reprise, I don't care if I'm off-key).

Do you play cards?

I'm good at Crazy Eights and poker. I'm very good at poker. I took my uncle's watch in a game of poker when I was 11.

What's your favourite town?

Daly Waters! Best pub on the planet. For the US it'd be Chester, California.

How does shaving work out in the bush?

Like this.

The trick is... I don't shave. Firstly it makes me look more rugged, which is better for impressions. Second I just don't care for shaving? Razor burn's a cunt so battery clippers are my-go to when I'm getting a little too feral. I use a knife to trim my sideburns when needed (I have a straight razor somewhere but I've got a sharp knife so why bother looking ay?)

How does using the toilet work out there?

I've got a dunny in Matilda, so... normally? Unless you mean while camping, in which case... bring a shovel. And dig the hole first. Dunny paper is paper so it breaks down just fine in dirt. Anybody who tries to sell you "eco-friendly" dunny paper is just trying to have a lend of you.

What do you do for water?

Conserve. On rare occasions I make a raincatcher out of tarp to restock but usually I'm buying water or refilling my canteen in a clear stream, then boiling it in a pot over a fire (either in Matilda on the stove or over a campfire).

Did you ever miss the USA when you were in Australia?

Kinda. I missed my parents and the sound of scrub jays (and at the time, petrol prices). I missed California poppies, and squirrels, and opossums, and raccoons, and my pets. That's about it.

Do you have Halloween in Australia?

Some cities (certain areas of Sydney/Brisbane/M*lbourne) have it but it's an American holiday and not really one we observe. We don't do trick-or-treating and people are trying to start it here but Aussies have this... intense feeling of "leave your neighbours the fuck alone" and the idea of disturbing them and demanding lollies is appalling to us.

How do you do laundry?

Well you get your dirty clothes and you find a stream with a good current and then you find a big rock, and a small rock, and you lay the clothes over the big rock and scrub them with the small rock. Alternatively you can just use a washboard but that's for chooks. Then you hand your clothes on the side of your van or from tree branches until they dry. Usually takes 30min to an hour depending on how hot that day is. Best time to do it is around 3pm when the earth's properly warmed already and the amount of heat coming from the sun is greater than the amount of heat escaping the earth. They'll be dry by 4pm.

What if you get hurt?

I've been hurt, it's depends on the level of hurt. If I'm bitten by a snake (worst case scenario, say it's a taipan) then my best bet is finding a nice tree to lay under and kiss my arse goodbye. If it's just a scratch I'll pour some whiskey on it to sterilise it and if it's deep I'll maybe pack a poultice into it just to make sure it doesn't get infected (and to stop the bleeding).

Have you ever been bitten by a snake?

I was bitten by a black-headed python in WA when it slithered into me fucking engine one night to stay warm. Cunt was just under 3m long and had its mouth wrapped around my wrist. Don't blame him, I wouldn't be happy about being woken up by some cunt neither. I was bitten on the ankle by a bandy-bandy that slithered into my swag which is venomous but despite being elapids (in the cobra family) they're mutagenic which means their venom is adapted to target specific prey, which doesn't include humans so they're practically harmless. I just had some local swelling and soreness and I was fine in a few days. Their fangs are so small it didn't even leave a scar. Felt like a nasty bee sting.

How do dingos sound?

They can bark to warn their pack (I don't care what anyone says I have fucking heard them bark) but it's very rare. Usually they howl. It's one of those noises that you can immediately identify the second you hear it (I equate it to the Australian version of a rattlesnake. Every bushman knows what a dingo sounds like and there's no mistaking it for a feral dog, which we also have a lot of). They also make a yipping sound that sounds like a cross between a bark and a coyote's yip but a little bit different, I don't really know how to describe it.

#blu whos

[megan-loves-surveys]

Hello.

How are you doing today? Alright. I just got home from work. Concert last night was awesome, as was meeting the boys <3

What is the last song you listened to in a car? Not sure.

Do you like prefer apple cider warm or cold? I've never had it.

When did you last feel misunderstood? Dunno.

Have you ever visited The Louvre or would you like to? I'd love to.

Have you ever accidentally locked yourself out of your place of residence? Not my house, but my Dad, stepmum and I got locked out of their house once. My Dad had to climb in the bathroom window xD

Do you remember your favorite songs as a kid? Spice Girls, Five, Backstreet Boys, Aqua, All Saints etc.

Do you currently feel calm? Not really, but I'm not anxious either.

When did you last lace up a pair of shoes? Today.

What’s your go to comfort meal? Mac & cheese, or just a bag of chips.

Do you enjoy cloud watching? Haha not really.

Do you currently have any candles lit? No.

If applicable, what’s your favorite sports team? None.

How many cardigans do you own? Loads, about 7 or 8.

How much is too much for clothes? Depends what it is - most of the stuff I wear is cheapish.

How soon do you normally decorate for holidays? Depends - we usually put our Christmas decorations up at the end of November. My Mum put up our Easter decorations the other day, but Easter isn't until the end of March haha.

Are there any important things happening this week? I saw Five and met them last night, that was important to me <3

Do you know anyone who is terrified of dogs? Yes.

What scent was the last soap you used? Unscented.

How old were you when you made your first big purchase? Hmm, not sure but it was probably a computer or a cellphone xD

What last made you angry? Some random woman at the concert last night pushed in front of these people near me and when a guy shoved her back, she played the victim when the security came to sort it out, saying he shoved her for no reason. I backed the guy up and said she appeared from nowhere and got in his way. I HATE people who push in at concerts, if you didn't arrive in time, you can't just get to the front. Go away LOL.

What’s a color you think is underrated? Orange. I love orange, but not a lot of people like it.

What are you usually doing when midnight comes around and you can’t sleep? I never go to bed at midnight unless I'm super tired or sick lol. But when I can't sleep, I just put on a YouTube video on my phone.

What is your favorite way to eat rice? (white, steamed, fried, brown, sweetened…) Fried.

What color is the top you’re wearing? I'm wearing a purple playsuit haha.

When did you last laugh so hard you cried? Last week watching Matt Rose videos on YT, he's so FUNNY. I was laughing so hard I could barely breathe xD

What’s your favorite horror movie? The Ring.

What’s your favorite and least favorite fast food restaurant? Fave - KFC. Least fave - I don't really have one, I like all of the main ones in some way. I used to say Burger King but I like BK a lot more these days.

How many pictures can you see in the room you’re in? LOADS. My walls are covered in posters and photos.

When did you last sign your signature? At work.

What cover do you think is better than the original song? Loads! Too hard to pick just one.

Are you currently listening to music? Yep, Blue - Let's Get Sad <3

What do your favorite pair of pajamas look like? Prob my Winnie the Pooh shorts and a tank top haha.

What is something you’ve been working on? Some fanfic, but I slack on it a lot.

What’s something that excites you about the future? Going to wrestling shows and hopefully traveling again.

How often do you drink smoothies? On occasion.

What’s a TV show you have gotten into recently? I only watch wrestling and soap operas lol.

Have you ever had to have a tooth cut out? Yes.

When did you last rush for something? Monday at work, the bus got caught in traffic so I had to basically run from the bus to the office.

How many blankets do you own? A few.

Have you drank enough water today? Probably not.

Do you prefer apple pie or pecan pie? I don't like nuts, so apple pie.

What color takes up most of your wardrobe? Black.

What makes you feel alive? Lots of things.

Who is your last missed call from? Work. They called back, so it's fine xD

Do you have any unusual pet peeves? Probably.

What is a food you think is nasty that most people enjoy? Onions.

Would you rather never be sick again or be rich? Be rich, cos with money you can buy medicine xD

Do you have a specialty dish that you’re really good at making? I suck at cooking.

What video games did you play when you were growing up? Loads and loads of DOS games, usually platformers like Doom, Wolfenstein 3D, Commander Keen, Secret Agent, Crystal Caves etc. Broken Sword was another series I got into as a kid, still love it to this day <3

Are you good at making big decisions alone or do you tend to seek approval from others? It depends on the decision and what it affects.

Does your town or city have good public transport, or is it easier to drive? I use public transport and it's a mixed bag. The buses are pretty good but the trains are atrocious - our train line was closed for 10 months in 2023 lol.

What was the last cocktail you drank? Long Island iced tea.

Are you good at keeping running counts and tallies in your head? Depends.

Does your country have its own edition of Big Brother? We never did, we just got the Australian version over here.

How often do you take a nap during the day? Never, unless I have a migraine.

What social media platforms do you use? Facebook and Discord if it counts. I have Twitter/X but I haven't tweeted since 2022 lol.

Are there any foods you hate the smell of but like the taste, or vice versa? Probably, but I can't think.

Do you have a dishwasher? Yep.

Who do you live with? My Mum.

Are you listening to anything right now? NiziU - CLAP CLAP

What is one of your favourite sitcoms? Desperate Housewives counts, right?

Do you make to-do lists? Sometimes.

If you could magically become fluent in any language, what would it be? Japanese or Mandarin.

Have you ever tried vegan ice cream? No.

What pet names do you use for your friends/loved ones? I call my boyfriend babe and baby xD

What pet names do you like to be called? I love most of them - my boyfriend calls me babe, baby, baby girl, sweetheart, darlin, kitten, sugar, buttercup etc.

What was the best concert you’ve ever seen? It's hard to pick, but right now I gotta go with Five last night <3

Do you have any hobbies? Loads - video games, music, writing, watching and attending wrestling shows etc.

What is your favourite pasta shape? Dunno xD

Have you ever developed your own film? Yes, cos I took Photography at school.

When was the last time you stayed in a hotel/motel and where was that? Hotel - 2019 in Melbourne. Motel - not for years, prob when Zoe came up to Auckland and I stayed with her lol.

What breed was the last dog you saw? Not sure, but it was really small and super cute.

Do you watch the Super Bowl? I watched some of it this year, I gave up after the halftime show ended lol.

What’s your favourite Disney movie? Dunno.

What’s the most stressful job you’ve ever had? Call centre, I hate answering phones. I do it at my current job, but it's more chill now.

What was the last text message you received? It's from my boyfriend, he texted just to tell me how nice his lunch was, LOL.

Should you be asleep right now? If so, go to bed! It's 4:39pm, so no.

#survey #surveys #personal survey #random survey

[middleagerunblog]

XVI.

Second long run yesterday, first outdoors where I have had to actually thinking about maintaining my pace, as last week's was on the treadmill.

6 miles, a distance I've done countless times, a mundane distance really--though 2 weeks into this program running shorter distances, thinking more carefully about pacing, only going above easy pace on interval or tempo or race pace days--it's a distance that feels like something more on this particular day.

Route was out from my usually starting point, a 3-minute walk from my house, out the neighborhood through the middle exit, left on Lockwood, left on Old Lockwood, down to the Econ River Wilderness area, around its first about one-mile loop, then back home via pretty much the same path, but returning to the neighborhood at the northmost entrance.

Still feel like I check my Apple Watch too often (as compared to my natural "just go out there and run however fast" style), monitoring that rolling mile pace to ensure I stay in the 10 to 10:30 range. If I find myself drifting to close to 10:10 or 10:20, I try to slightly speed up or slow down accordingly.

I usually don't check my watch until around the half-mile point, though, and I was at a 9:49 pace, so I had to reign myself in to complete that first mile at 10:10.

Second was 10:06, third was 10:20. I was cruising. The weather was pretty much perfect, 72F, sunny, blue skies, slight breeze, the reason people move to Florida.

But I want to take photos to document these long runs, so I wore my wife's belt pack and brought my phone to take a picture at my halfway point. And I didn't pause my race timer when I stopped for what I assumed was 45 seconds or so. Thus, watching the rolling mile number didn't help me much on mile 4. I look down a quarter mile in, and it was at 10:47, and a half mile at was 11:03. This messed with my head a bit, I didn't want to see north of 10:30 for one of my splits. But I had to think "what am I optimizing for?" Am I optimizing for pretty data visualizations on my Apple Fitness app, displaying all miles in their proper 10-10:30 paces, knowing that doing so would require me to run faster than easy pace to account for the amount of I time stopped to take a picture? Or am I optimizing for truly keeping it to an easy pace, despite what the "Workout Details" say on the app?

I opt for the latter and tell myself I will stop checking the rolling mile pace for the rest of mile 4 which is now still showing 11:02 with a quarter mile to go, because based on feel, I sense that I'm right in the 10-10:30 range. I finally break down and check my rolling mile pace one more time on mile 4, it reads 10:55, and just as I notice that, the mile is over, in the books at 10:55.

Mile 5 is 10:09 pace, mile 6 is 10:00 pace, and the run is over. 6 miles, 1 hour, 1 minute, 54 seconds, 10:17 pace. Man, I feel great after runs at this easy pace.

Come home, take off the beltpack, put my phone and AirPods next to the bathroom sink, throw my running shirt in the washer, put on the T-shirt I was wearing yesterday and a hoodie over that, and take the dog on a one mile walk. Listen to my body that's telling me not to wait until noon to eat, fuel is needed. Finish the walk, make an egg and cheese on a bagel sandwich. Make one for my wife too. Finish up the coffee, enough left in the pot for one cup each, it's 11a by the time we eat, so not much earlier than noon anyway.

I follow that up with a bizarre eating day, not terribly unhealthy, just strange. But not bad for the holidays. Two weeks down, ten to go.

#running #half marathon #long run recaps #florida #weather #food #trail running #christmas

[olddirtybadfic]

Holiday Half Arse: A Less-Than-Festive Fic (part one of two)

At some point, twelve!me decided to write a fic that took place during several holidays. The holidays barely got referenced (Jessie attacks James and Meowth on Thanksgiving and if you do the math, the kitten was probably conceived around Halloween), but I didn't skimp on the drama.

Content Warning: First-person mixed points-of-view; Pokémon/Human romantic relationship; mpreg; colorful language; absolute character assassination of Jessie (she's super violent towards Meowth and pregnant James); Jessie gets offensive about out-of-wedlock kittens; very shaky understanding of psychological issues; pregnancy is quite rough on James; Officer Jenny is repetitive

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(James's point of view)

I fell onto the bed.

I just couldn't seem to close the button on my fly. I tried everything I could to get the button in the hole. I didn't know what was wrong because I wasn't fat. Usually my pants would be falling off.

I finally got the button into the hole. I went over to the mirror and started to brush my hair. I saw that it seemed to have grown quite a bit longer in a short amount of time. I wondered why.

I looked in the mirror at my reflection. Meowth always told me I was beautiful.

Meowth is my boyfriend. Yes, that's right. I'm a human with a Pokémon boyfriend.

Meowth came in the room.

"James?" he said to me.

I didn't really hear him.

"James?" he said again.

"What?" I said.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine," I said.

"Breakfast is ready," Meowth said.

At breakfast, I ate more than usual. "Someone was hungry," Jessie said as I washed the dishes.

We spent the entire afternoon trying to make up plans to capture Pikachu. We couldn't really decide which one to use, but we did agree on one thing. No more pitfalls for a while.

I was suddenly exhausted, so I went into the bedroom to take a nap. I woke up two hours later. Meowth was sitting next to me, watching me sleep.

"Jessie tried to cook again. It didn't work. Now we need to know what topping you want on the pizza," Meowth said.

I was about to answer, but then I got the urge to run into the bathroom and vomit.

(Meowth's point of view)

I ran after James. I found him in tears kneeling on the floor, wiping his mouth.

"James, what's wrong?" I asked.

James took a while to calm down. "I….I….I'm…." was all he could get out.

"Take it easy," I said, patting his hair.

James took a breath. "I just keep throwing up. I don't what's wrong with me. What if it's serious?" he said.

I thought for a minute. "You've also been eating more."

James gave me a look.

"And you've been getting tired easily. And you've been pretty emotional, even more than usual."

James's look intensified.

"I'm saying you might be pregnant, Jimmy."

James was shocked. "I-I can't be," he said.

"Here, take this test."

I gave him a pregnancy test to pee on. He did it and a blue plus sign appeared on it.

James looked down at his stomach. "How did I not know?"

"You're probably not that far into it. Also Meowth kittens are a lot smaller than human babies, so you won't show as much," I said. "The kitten is probably already feisty."

James smiled. "I could've told you that part."

(James's point of view)

The good part of the experiment was Meowth and I would have a kitten.

The bad part was I'd be uncomfortable and not that attractive.

I was in bed often, so my hair was so messy, I looked like I had lice. It was just bad luck that my freckles from the sun hadn't gone away. They made my face look even more flushed than it already was. My eyes were getting swollen from sleeping. I also had dark circles under my eyes.

Here's the uncomfortable part. I had to throw up every five seconds in the morning and early afternoon. It felt like torture after I did. I was so weak I couldn't walk back and forth from one room to the other, so I fell asleep in the bathroom a lot. My cravings for food were driving me crazy.

And the kitten was kicking so hard, I felt like birthing it every time it kicked.

Every single thing bothered me.

Once, Jessie said, "That kitten will be out of wedlock." I screamed, "I don't care! That doesn't mean it doesn't deserve to live!"

"Touché," Jessie said.

I ran into the bathroom, crying. I heard Jessie and Meowth talking through the door.

"You didn't mean anything bad, did you?" Meowth was saying.

"If the kitten is born out of wedlock, it's a bastard kitten. That's just how it is," Jessie said.

"How could you say that? Or even want to say that to James? He never said anything about your Pokémon."

"The kitten isn't his Pokémon, Meowth. It's his child."

"So why you gonna dis it like that?"

"Don't talk back, you furball! Someone needs to tell James the truth and if you're too stupid to know it, I'll just have to tell him."

"I'll make sure you don't." Meowth's voice was cold.

"Is that a challenge?!" Jessie yelled. I heard a scream and Meowth crying.

I rushed out of the bathroom. Jessie had shoved Meowth against the wall. Meowth was in tears, wailing.

"Jessie, what are you doing?!" I screamed.

Jessie came over to me and started pushing me.

"This is our business. Don't butt in!" she yelled.

I saw Meowth staring at us, still crying.

I had to stand up to Jessie.

(Meowth's point of view)

Jessie pushed James into the bathroom.

"So, you want to make this your business?" Jessie said in a threatening tone of voice.

The door was open so I could see what was happening.

Jessie slapped James across his face. James started crying.

"Why did you beat up Meowth?!" he yelled.

"That is none of your business!" Jessie hit James again.

"Stop hitting him, bitch!" I screamed.

Jessie yelled, "Stay out of this, ass-cat!" She kicked the door shut.

I ran to the phone and called the mental institution.

"It's an emergency!" I screamed.

"Hey, calm down. What's wrong?" the person on the phone said.

"A maniac beat me up and is beating up my friend. I think she's trying to kill us."

"We'll be right over."

They got to our cabin fast. "Where is she?" one of them said.

"In the bathroom," I said.

The people opened the door. The bathroom was not a pretty sight. It was completely trashed. James was sitting against the wall, crying, while Jessie threatened and cursed at him, waving a wrench. I could see a few bruises on James.

"You interfere with me fucking up Meowth, you'll get fucked up, too, cunt!" she yelled.

"See? She's a psychopathical fuckass!" I screamed.

The people stared at me, looking surprised.

"Sorry. Excuse my language," I said.

They still stared.

"You're a talking Meowth?!" they said.

"Yes, but please arrest her!" I yelled.

The people dragged Jessie out of there in a straitjacket.

"I'll get you both even if it's the last thing I do! One day you bastards will get the ultimate fuck-up!" Jessie screamed.

"Is everything okay?" Officer Jenny asked.

I didn't hear because I was trying to get James out of the bathroom.

"James, she's gone. Please come out of there," I said.

"Is everything okay?" Officer Jenny asked again.

"I can't get James out of the bathroom. I just want to know if he knows everything is all right," I said.

Officer Jenny knocked on the door. "You can come out now."

James didn't come out. I could hear him sobbing and sniffling.

"Please come out, James. The mental institution got her and took her away. We're safe now," I said.

James opened the door a crack and peered out. He came out, picked me up, and hugged me.

"Attaboy," one of the people said.

"Is everything all right?" Officer Jenny asked.

"Everything is fine now," James said.

Later that evening at dinner, it was weird when I was setting the table and I only needed two place mats, two plates, two cups, two napkins, and two sets of silverware.

"What are we having for dinner?" I asked.

"Tuna," James said. James had been craving tuna all day.

When we sat down for dinner, James took out a bottle of chocolate sauce.

"What are you gonna do with that?" I asked.

"I'm going to put it on my portion," James said. I asked him to pass the bottle so I could try it, too.

After a while, James said, "It tastes okay, doesn't it?"

I nodded. "It's perfect. Right, Jess—oops, I forgot. Jessie isn't here."

"I'm going to miss her even if she did abuse me." James had tears in his eyes.

"At least our kitten is safe," I said.

"Yeah. That's one thing to be thankful for," James said.

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Moral of the story: Officer Jenny is ineffective in domestic abuse cases (at least in whatever AU this takes place in).

#pokemon fanfiction #fanfic #james team rocket #meowth team rocket #jessie team rocket #blueshipping #james x meowth #mpreg #interspecies romance #dark fic #tw whump #tw violence #tw abuse #old fic

[whitetigerdemoness]

SOmething great about work from home jobs, I just started one recently and I've been there about a month. I have not gotten sick even once. Usually within the first month of starting somewhere new- EXPECIALLY around the holidays- I get some sort of nasty crap that puts me out for a week. Then in the coming months not ever being allowed to fully heal from that as well as the exhaustion puts me out intermittently. I haven't been sick, I'm not in pain (well, more than usual) every day. I have time to eat and use the bathroom when I need to. I can wear comfortable clothes, not tight-restrictive-PAINFUL professional wear (I have a hernia patch and anything without an elastic band will grind into it all day).

This job? I'm doing great. Work from home jobs are a GODSEND for chronically ill people and I am SO MAD they're so hard to get.

#chronic illness