#or... pre nursing i fucking guess

[sipsteainanxiety]

not my job putting me up for termination by ACCIDENT

#i was so SURPRISED PLEASEE #sitting at my laptop just being like... wtf did i do?? #only to find out they made an ERROR??!?!? #YALL MADE ME STRESS ABT WHAT TO DO FOR THE REST OF THE SUMMER FOR NOTHIN???? #jfc i hate being premed #go to sleep shay it's late o'clock #or... pre nursing i fucking guess #i was ready to accept my fate at having nothing to do so i could focus on fuckin. fics i guess #sat on my ass looking up other online jobs adhjkdsfhsf #the way academia has hardwired into my brain that i MUST have smth to do over the summer for my resume #or id look bad #when its literally. fine to not have anything to do #i hate it here #ive been doing like. research and programs and shit every summer since high school fuck

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! HC how you first meet them pt.2

Slashers x f!reader

Includes Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Art The Clown, Stu Macher

Warnings: mentions of murder/violence, some stalking/harassment (not by slashers), ill intentions, pre-relationships, reader is a bit self deprecating, shitty friends

Bubba Sawyer

Of course you’d been dragged on a girls trip, and of course the minute the engine blew in you were shoved from the back seat onto the side of the dusty, gravel road, laughed at and told, “go find a mechanic”

God forbid your so called friends, which now you were rethinking the decision to even be here and with them, chose somewhere to travel where there was actual cell service

So here you now were, standing on an old porch that you weren’t even sure was properly attached to the house barely kept upright and covered in chipped paint

“Hello?”

A few more knocks on the creaky front door echoed out before your patience ran out, turning the handle and finding it to be unlocked

“Uh, hello? If I’m breaking and entering just let me know but this place seems abandoned”

You cupped your mouth and spoke, just to cover all your bases in case you were actually entering someone’s home, although the cobwebbed walls and moth bitten carpet spoke otherwise

“This isn’t creepy at all…”

Wandering aimlessly through the houses threshold, you searched for something that you help back on the road where all your friends were waiting

Or maybe you were just hoping this would buy you time before you had to walk 4 miles back to tell them you came up with nothing, no mechanic, no help

Your eyes glanced across the room, taking in all the items scattered about, some miscellaneous and some meticulously placed

Then your curious gaze landed on an ash tray sitting beside a moldy plate of what looked like some kind of meat

Although the fluffy possibly-poultry wasn’t what alarmed you, the smoke filtering from the end of a half smoked cigarette resting on it did

“Boys, we’ve got a fresh one”

A deep voice hollered, a rough palmed and smelly hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the hale scream that had popped from your lungs due to shock

Before you could even think to fight against the obviously strong body pinned to yours, you were being dragged towards an open basement door and thrown down the narrow, wooden staircase like a rag doll

“Take care of er’ will ya?”

The voice of your captor yelled down from the top step, slamming the door behind himself and surely locking it in the process

Disoriented and nurses a now slight headache, you mustered the energy to prop yourself up, hazy eyes bouncing about the room before they landed on what could only be described as a large, terrifying figure standing a few yards away

He wore a stained and tattered apron, brown stains you were hoping were dirt and not dried old blood

One hand gripped a cleaver, whatever he was chopping up before you entered the basement sat mutilated on a work bench, the stench of iron heavy in the air

Despite all that, the man seemed frozen, staring back at you through the eye holes in a poorly sew together mask

“I didn’t even wanna be here,”

You started before you I could stop yourself

“My so called friends dragged me out of my room a few days ago for a last minute road trip, and of course when one of them decided to bring their fuck ass car without checking it out first, it literally gave up on itself and then I get sent out to look for help but guess what! We’re in the middle of nowhere so I found this house and well it’s your house so that’s just my luck”

The man only blinked, body language clearly taken aback that you weren’t screaming bloody murder

“Just, if you’re gonna kill me, can you at least knock me out first so it doesn’t hurt?”

A loud knock at the door startled the two of you, followed by the man from earlier noisily coming down the stairs

“Why haven’t you taken care of er’ yet bubba?”

The man didn’t yell but he definitely sounded upset by this turn of events

The other man, who you now knew was called Bubba, shuffled awkwardly in his spot, rubbing the back of his head before robotically motioning to you, still sat on the floor

“You like er’ huh?

You watched the exchange quietly, although unable to contain the confusion set on you’d features

“Fine, but she’s yours to deal with, you remember what happened last time we took in a stray”

At that you pointedly turned around, staring up at the man that regarded you in terms like you were a dog

“Well I’m not a stray, technically you kidnapped me-“

Bo Sinclair

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this seemingly abandoned town, one minute you were checking the map for your exit and then you missed it

Now you were here, coming to a stop as you realized you needed gas and weren’t anywhere near the hotel you had booked for the night

You definitely weren’t getting the rooms deposit back

Pulling into an empty parking lot, you pulled your phone from the passenger seat only to come up dry when the cell service was next to nothing

Then, before you could warn your heart not to jump out of your chest, a knock on your side window pulled a startled yelp from your throat

A man, not too old but not young either, stood on the other side of the car door, neutral expression morphing into a cheesy smile when your gaze met his and exchanged a few seconds of awkward, panicked staring

Brows raising in realization that the stranger, while sketchy and probably holstering a gun, could maybe help you figure out where you were and where to go

Opening the creaking door to your vehicle you pocketed your pepper spray just in case before hoping out of your seat and into the chilly night air

“You lost?”

“No, I intentionally ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere”

The man chuckled, albeit seeming taken aback by the brash sarcasm about your current situation

“Well good thing you ran into me, little lady”

The man who still carried about like this predicament was the most normal in the world smiled wider when your face pinched up in confusion, placing an open palm out to you

“I’m Bo, and you are, darlin?”

“Someone who knows not to shake hands with a complete stranger”

“Feisty”

“Oh, I’m getting there”

Despite the night breeze tickling the hairs on the back of your neck, you couldn’t help but enjoy the slight banter you were getting into

Although probably dangerous and wildly crazy to be out so late just walking around, this Bo character as charming, and something about his stare was growing increasingly comforting

“You know people don’t usually show up here, especially at night, all alone”

“But do they at least have gas in their tank? Because that’s already one up on me”

Bo threw his head back, whipping his hat off to push back the hair that fell towards his forehead in the fit of deep chuckles

“I’m normally not too inclined towards outsiders, but if you’d like a room for the night, I’d be happy to oblige little lady”

Art the clown

You strode through an alleyway, hands in your jacket pockets as you made your way back home

It was just your luck that the last night plans your friends picked for Halloween happened to be a party at the house of a guy you don’t even know

Especially your luck when only 20 minutes in you were all already abandoned, you’d ride gone and with it your phone charger

Thus, you nursed a bruised ego in a pirate costume, clutching your phone with one hand even though the battery was lost past dead

“Hey you!”

A distinctly male baritone called out from behind, you sped up not bothering to turn and face whatever stranger wanted a late night chat in the middle of an empty, dark alley

“Well that’s not very nice!”

The man responded to himself, deep chuckle furrowing worry lines between your brows

Just your luck, just your damn luck

Turning the corner to what could be described as more favorable to due the abundance of street lights and open space, the lack of people still has your nerves on overdrive

That was until you nearly ran smack into a body around the corner

Although expecting a gasp in surprise or shout in anger, all you received was a shocked expression, one such as a mime would use

Whoever this man was, was clearly wearing a very intricate costume, clown makeup done to the 9’s and a fully tailored suit to match, with a hefty, tan bag slung over one shoulder

All of your courage of wanting to leave this awful situation, and fear of what would happen if you didn’t took hold, before you knew it you were panicked and leaning forward, watching with just as much curiosity as the clown eyed you

“Listen you don’t know me, but there’s this guy following me and if you could just pretend to be, I don’t know, a friend, I would appreciate it”

The clown seemed to understand immediately, bright grin tossed on his features as the stranger that had previously had your full attention came to a stuttering halt

“Lady, I was talking to you back there”

“Oh! Sorry I just was meeting with someone and well, here they are!”

You laughed nervously, awkwardly leaning into the clown and patting at his shoulder, gazing at the stranger, you saw a look of terror cross his face right as he stumbled back a bit

“Yeah, got it”

And then he was high tailing it back the way he came

Glancing back at the costumed man you stood alone with, you caught how his face held a look of something utterly terrifying before he caught your eye, cheesy grin returning

“Thanks..”

You questioned for his name, grinning softly at the way realization of your ask spread across his face

Hand motions went left and up, down and right, then he paused, pulling the bag from his shoulder to rummage through it, pulling out what could only be described as junk, metal and rusty and junk none the less

Although the way he motioned to the item, placed it in your open palms and played a scene before you, you took to guessing

“Metal?”

“Sculpture…?”

He moved his fingers like a painter would stroke a canvas

“Art?”

That single word had the clown clapping his hands, tucking his body with a faux bow like you’d discovered something only a genius could

Laughing something genuine for the first time that night, you pondered if you should just take your chances and leave for home, or stick around a bit more with this concerning but most definitely interesting person

“So.. what else do you have in that bag?”

Stu Macher

Being the new student in a town where everyone already had friends, or at least those they only socialized with, was difficult

You’d only been here a week or so and you already wanted to move again, alas, that wasn’t exactly up to you

All you could do was hold your head high, and suck up the annoying situation you’d been tossed into

Now, a new school was bad enough, imagine your surprise would you found out there had recently been a string of grisly murders, unsolved and rampaging

Which is why you’d been an outcast since you’d appeared, like they all assumed it must be you, the murders starting, you arriving, it all was too much of a coincidence, despite the fact that it was

“Look at her, I’m telling you that girl gives off crazy”

Off handed comments like those weren’t unusual, yet today, after switching to a new class because of this exact issue, you’d had enough

“I bet she’s the killer”

“Oh yeah? And what’s your evidence?”

The girl gossiping with her friend abruptly stopped her ‘private’ conversation when she heard your quip

“Excuse me?”

You stood, in fact you stood so fast it made the chair screech across the floor, catching the attention of the rest of class

Luckily the teacher had stepped out and you could finally say what you needed without worry of authority looming over

“You know, if I’m supposedly killing students, like you say I am, why so proudly speak about it around me?”

You strode up to her desk, arms crossed with a look of disdain

She seemed taken aback, lips moving like a fish and head bobbing as she glanced between you and her friend

“Well, I-“

“If you really think I’m doing all this, why would you piss me off?”

The girl was at a loss, face paling as you simply said what you needed, before turning and grabbing your bag right as the bell went off, students funneling out behind you

Opening your locker, you startled when a body came crashing into the locker beside yours, arms crossed and looking at you with squinted eyes yet a wide grin

“So you’re the new girl?”

He wasn’t half bad looking, in fact, you found yourself heating up the longer he gazed down at you

He had this odd air about him, like someone holding too many secrets and hiding them far too out in the open, something that only seemed to allure you further

“And a murderer, haven’t you heard?”

You joked, taking out your next classes books before shutting the locker, the look on this guys face was utter curiosity, something you hadn’t received yet while being here

“Of course, just let me know what days you spree so I can avoid staying in”

Not gonna lie to y’all, I was so focused on getting this posted I haven’t spell checked or done a once over, there will and most likely are errors!

#slasher #slasher x reader #art the clown #art the clown x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #Bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #slasher x y/n #slasher x you #slashersidewhore #slashersidewhore fics

[porcelainseashore]

Teenage Headache Dreams (1)

Series Masterlist

Pairing: High School! College! Leon Kennedy x Dancer! Fem! Reader

Summary: You’re a bored, but ambitious high school student who can’t wait to escape small town life and make it in the big city. You thought you had it all figured out, until you unwittingly befriend the resident golden boy, Leon. A series of events beginning from junior year to college until Resident Evil 2 Remake.

Warnings: 18+ Swearing, Recreational Drug Use, Eventual Smut, No (Y/N), Ambiguous/Open Ending

Content: High School AU, College AU, Pre-Resident Evil 2, Fluff, Romance, Cliche, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lack of Communication

Author's Note: This is my first RE / Leon fic, but I wanted to try my hand at writing this little self-indulgent and potentially clichéd series. As you can guess, I love dance and high school dramas. I also created this with a sequel in mind, which will take place post-RE4R and involve more horror and mystery elements.

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Chapter 1: An Unexpected Friendship

It was one of those beautiful late summer days with endless light and clear blue skies overhead. You leaned back against the bleachers, feeling the sun cast a warm glow on your face and the sultry breeze against your skin, sighing in utter bliss. The football field and the running track surrounding it were completely empty, just how you liked it, silent except for the relentless trilling of insects and the occasional bird that flew by. No one in your face, no one judging you or telling you how you should be like, no one you had to put up a front for. Just peace and quiet. A place where you could sit alone with your thoughts - and you had a lot of them - mostly about leaving this goddamn small town with its insular, mind-numbing inhabitants.

A trail of thick smoke wafted from your mouth as you took a drag from the joint you had been nursing for awhile. You weren’t exactly high as a kite, but you were definitely feeling some of its effects. You chuckled and gave a wry smile as the thought of being caught red-handed visualized in your mind. Sure, it was highly illegal what you were doing, much less on school property, but you were always a bit of a rebel. And frankly, you couldn’t give a shit. It was already August, but most students were still away on holiday. Not you though, you had to work on your extracurriculars. That’s what you had put your mind to this summer. No fancy beach getaways like the rest of your cheerleading mates had jetted off to. Just a grueling dance intensive and showcase you had auditioned successfully for in one of the larger cities nearby, as well as a bunch of campus visits. You needed to perfect your performance technique for that arts college application coming up in about a year’s time. You started way earlier than the rest even thought about it, because you knew you only had one chance for a one-way ticket out of this hole and you sure as hell weren’t taking any chances. Well, except with that funky smelling thing in your hand. 

No one would be here anyway, it’s a Sunday for crying out loud! You shook your head in exasperation. Besides, you needed to relax and take the edge off a little.

Just as if you jinxed it with those thoughts, you heard the gate to the field unlocking and creaking open behind you. 

Shit, shit, shit! Your eyes darted around frantically, but your movements were just so slow. Why the fuck would someone be here now?

Before you could drop the joint and stub it out with your shoe, a mop of dirty blonde hair and what you made out as someone dressed in a blue tracksuit with a duffel bag slung over his right shoulder entered your peripheral vision. It was soon accompanied by a sharp twist of his head in your direction, bangs falling over his deep blue eyes and you knew he had found the source of the offending smell, probably even from a mile away. His gaze trailed their way from your startled face to your joint hanging limply at the edge of your fingers and then back to your face again. His expression turned from confusion to a frown and then into a knowing smirk as he crossed his arms and leaned against the bleachers.

“Oh, hello. Didn’t expect to see you here. You got cheer practice or something?”

God, he was teasing you. At least you hoped that was all it was and not some form of blackmail. Well, no point hiding now.

“I’m off-duty,” you retorted. You tried to jog your memory of the boy standing in front of you. You were social, or at least you had to be with the rest of your girlfriends to keep up appearances, but you never really bothered with the people here beyond superficial conversations. Then you finally found it - a vague recollection of last season’s track and field meet. He had been one of the better sprinters, maybe the best even, you can’t really remember. There was an afterparty, and you congratulated him, but you doubt there was anything more substantive than that.

“Leon, isn’t it?”

His eyes perked up slightly and he smiled. “In the flesh.”

You snorted at his cheesy reply. What was he pulling? 

“They gave you the key?” It almost sounded as if you were jealous.

He uncrossed his arms and placed his duffel bag on one of the benches in front of him, rummaging through its contents. “Yeah, I got a comp in the new term coming up.” Every now and then he glanced up at you, as if he wanted to ask something, but stopped himself.

A sense of boldness surged within you, as you felt like evening the odds a bit. “What? You want some?” You waved the joint in his face.

That certainly caught his attention. He stared for a good moment, before giving another one of his playful smiles and shaking his head. “Maybe after practice.” He unzipped his jacket and put it away. It was warm enough to train in his sports tank and as you admired the lean, muscular structure of his arms and shoulders now bared open, you couldn’t complain.

“So, how did you get in?”

Fuck. You snapped out of your reverie. He got you there, but you didn’t feel like lying. “Jumped the fence. You should try it some time.” You replied as nonchalantly as possible.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he laughed.

“Oh, you’d be surprised.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Will I now?” The way it rolled off his tongue felt like a challenge and you secretly enjoyed this banter going on between you, as if you had known each other for years.

Shrugging your shoulders, you took another hit from the joint and let the calmness envelope you. “I never disappoint.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Leon flashed a wide grin that made you feel a knot forming in your stomach, but you didn’t know why. 

He started to move towards the tracks, but stopped short, turning back to meet your eyes again. “Look, you don’t have to worry about all of that.” He gestured to what you were holding and the general surroundings. “I’m not going to tell.” With that, he made a sign that resembled crossing his heart. “It’ll be between you and me.” 

You would have thought it was a joke if not for the sincere look he gave you, before heading off to train. That, and the fact that he did indeed take up your offer to join you afterwards in sharing what was left of the joint. You didn’t expect someone like him to. He seemed a bit too much of a straight-laced, golden boy for that. But then again, life was filled with surprises and you quietly scolded yourself for playing into stereotypes again - something you despise others doing to you.

It prompted both of you to converse even more until the late evening where you even missed your dinner. The questions and responses just flowed.

It turned out that you would share a number of classes together in the new term, specifically Math, History and Biology. Leon was a real earful when it came to his “insightful” one-liners on the teachers, which made you bury your head in your hands and groan. You never realized he would be such a goofball, but you found it somewhat endearing.

Like you, he was popular at school, but unlike you, he seemed to enjoy the company and appeared to be an open book. He would say it how it is, sometimes to the point of being blunt to a fault. Still, you guessed people found him rather easy-going and likable, in a non-threatening sort of a way. A part you wondered if chance meetings like today were how he made most of his friends.

Leon didn’t really have a plan for college yet. He just knew he wanted to do something good and help other people. You had a word for it - “idealistic”. He just shrugged in response, eyes downcast, until you assured him that it was an admirable quality, and you were the jaded one. He made a toast to your future in some arts college in the big city with his water bottle, remarking with a hint of self-deprecation that he wished he had a clearer idea of what he wanted to do with his life.

In turn, he asked you about your dealer. You had to stifle a laugh at that one. Generally, you weren’t as big into smoking up as he thought, but this time you bummed it off one of the seniors as a favor he owed you for hooking him up with one of your cheerleader friends. It didn’t stop Leon from calling you the “high school’s little pothead” every now and then though. He peered at you intently with his lip curled in amusement, as you rolled your eyes each time.

It had been such a long time since you could joke and speak your mind with someone this way. There wasn’t that suffocating nausea of pretending to be someone else around him and he had been so relaxed with you too. You could finally breathe again, and you’d like to think it wasn’t just the weed talking.

Whatever it was, you guessed this was the beginning of a real friendship - one that happened out of serendipity, but made you feel like you weren’t going to rot away in this small town. Well, not alone anyway.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy smut #high school au #college au #re2 leon #re2 remake #resident evil 2 #resident evil #porcelainscribbles

[songmingisthighs]

Ignominy

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ch. xviii - it's gonna be slutty

hybrid!san × human!reader

tw : explicit sex; unprotected sex, alcohol consumption, risky behaviour

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

You never knew how much of a big deal it would be for you to experience your first halloween as a career woman. And you never knew how much of a headache it was.

Usually, you'd be ready at 4 pm, pre-gaming with one of your best friends, whichever is least busy at the time (so not Hongjoong). But you found yourself changing out of your work clothes into your costume (which you had to admit was a lingerie corset top that you paired with black leather pants and boots for convenience) in your office lobby's bathroom and then having to skitter out to avoid being recognized.

But it was all worth it as not even an hour later you found yourself downing an erotically named shot of alcohol you got from a random patron. For the third time that night.

"God, having bobs must be amazing," Hongjoong said as he stared straight at your boobs. Seonghwa smacked him on his shoulder but Hongjoong just waved him off whilst maintaining eye contact with your boobs as if they were in a staring battle. You rolled your eyes at him but smirked cockily because his statement was fair. "What made you say that my dear dear friend Kim Hongjoong?" you asked in faux innocence. His left eyebrows raised at the tone of your voice as he prepared his answer, "The fact that you can use them as currency at a bar and especially on drunkard's holidays while Seonghwa, Jongho, and I have to whip out our wallets," he stated. Jongho leaned down to talk directly in your ears after he heard Hongjoong's answer, "I thought he was gonna say we'd have to whip out our dicks because I'm pretty sure that'll get us kicked out instead," he joked which made you almost choke on your drink.

To escape the boob conversation, Seonghwa ushered Hongjoong and Jongho away to the toilet so they could relieve themselves before it got dirty(er).

You nursed your now empty shot glass in your hand, twirling the leftover liquid around, seeing how it catches the light. There were no specific thoughts in your head other than the realization of how good it felt to drink after a day of hard work, it felt like a reward you deserved.

"I hope you remember that you're still working tomorrow,"

It was like an automatic response. You weren't even surprised that you immediately recognized the voice even in such a crowded place. That voice has become the trigger to a lot of negative feelings to the point that your first response was to sigh. You turned slightly around to give your boss a tight-lipped smile, "Thanks boss, but I can handle a little poison from time to time," you sarcastically said. "I'm just trying to look out for you because you seem like you're here alone," he sighed, taking a step closer to you to lean on the bar near you. You let out a slow sigh, preparing yourself mentally to converse with San, "Well I'm not. My friends went to the toilet and I didn't want to join them because I don't plan on seeing men peeing in a line. I saw Mingi earlier so.. I'm guessing you're here with your friends too." San pursed his lips and nodded slowly. He then pointed at the VIP section with his thumb, "Wooyoung wanted to get together with some of his other friends," San stated.

Much to your disappointment, San, dressed in his three-piece suit, sat down on the empty bar stool next to you. You had to use all your strength to not roll your eyes at him and remain neutral. It was a festive night for fuck's sake, you'll be damned if you're going to spend it whilst pouting. No way. So you decided to play nice with the man next to you. Worse comes to worst, you'll buy him a drink with an extra something in it. Most likely your spit. If he pisses you off, bar top cocktail.

"What are you supposed to be, though?" You asked, eyeing his... Not costume. He blinked for a second, looking down at his outfit in confusion, "Well... Christian Grey?" he answered sheepishly but in a questioning tone and you couldn't help but scoff at his pathetic attempt at... Whatever he was trying to do. Honest to God, you don't know this man anymore and you couldn't understand him.

Deciding that maybe you should stop talking about his abysmal costume, you decided to steer the interaction somewhere else. Thinking, you knocked your shot glass twice before shooting him a question. "Want a blowjob?" you asked him with a straight face. San almost choked on his own spit as his eyes widened and red rushes to his ears. He began sputtering like an idiot, not knowing how to respond to your offer. It wasn't until a bartender came to give you a shot glass with whipped cream on top and you placed it in front of him that you finally cracked a smirk, "Kahlua, Bailey's and whipped cream, I present to you: The Blowjob." San stared at the shot glass in front of him for a solid ten seconds before looking up at you slowly with a scowl on his face. At that look, you couldn't help but laugh at him genuinely because you found it too funny. "I'm sorry, I just had to," you said in between laughter. Usually, San would hate if people laugh at him, but seeing you looser like this (maybe because you both were not in the office and maybe it's because the alcohol is taking its relaxing effect on you), San only felt his heart thrumming in his chest lightly, like a happy little patter. He even managed to take drink the shot you got him and much to his surprise, he didn't hate it. Soon enough, you both found yourselves downing three more shots each, trying different dirty named shots and even ranking them.

When the music changed, your eyes widened in recognition and you immediately jumped out of your seat, "I love this song, I'm gonna dance," you told him before running off. You barely took a step away when San took your hand in his and stared at you worriedly, "By yourself?" You rolled your eyes at him because he was trying to act all protective when you think he shouldn't have which is annoying. "It's a dance floor, San, not a mosh pit. You should join in too, let loose," you simply said before pulling your hand out of his grasp. Once again, he felt his heart clench as he lost physical contact with you. His eyes followed your figure and while you weren't far, he was still worried. San wanted to join you to make sure you were okay, but he didn't want to make it seem like he was trying to play a protective character. He hesitated for a moment but soon his hesitance melted away completely when he saw a slimy-looking guy approach you from the back with his crotch swivelling and smirk etched permanently on his face, eyes zeroing in on you like a hungry hungry predator. San felt something burning inside of him and his chest vibrating as he was growling without even realizing what he was growling. At the speed of light, San found himself zooming towards you who were swaying to the beat of the song in utter bliss, not knowing what's going on. He immediately slot himself behind you, glaring and baring his teeth at the guy, making sure he understood that he and his advances are not wanted. Luckily, the guy was easily intimidated in his drunken stupor as he immediately waddled away to bother someone else without a half-hybrid ex-boyfriend protecting them.

San was pulled out of his thought when he felt your arms reached back, one hooked around his neck, caressing the short hair at the back, and the other resting on the side of his left thigh. He stiffened up almost immediately, not knowing what to do as he didn't expect you to do that. Well, did you even know that it was him you were being touchy with?

His question was soon answered however when you leaned your head back and stared up at him. Your eyes flicker in surprise momentarily and San was fully expecting you to push him away but instead, you turned to look at him with a hand on his chest, keeping him at an arm's length. "Guess you're not as rigid as I thought you'd be," you smirked, slowly resuming your swaying. San felt his heart quicken seeing you in such a state; maintaining eye contact with him while the light made you look like a glowing seductress. Years passed and yet you still affect him so much. Usually, San didn't like how much you affected him, how you made him feel again. He was so used to being numb and having you around trigger feelings in him and it usually made him uncomfortable. But this time, with you like this, he felt butterflies and warmth spreading in his body.

San rolled his eyes at your remark, "Are you calling me soft?" he scoffed. You shrugged at him whilst changing your moves to be a little more prominent, your body rolling close to his every so often and it was so close that San could just pull you completely against him. "I don't know, am I?" you smirked, taunting him. San's eyes immediately darken, his pupils dilated as the warmth in his body grew to a fire. To your surprise, San leaned down whilst simultaneously pulling you against him, making you gasp slightly, "You don't know how... Rigid... I can be," he growled right into your ears. Your eyes rolled back at the sound of his honey voice and the vibration in his chest.

Right at that moment, with the alcohol clouding your judgement, the dark ambience, and San saying the right things, you decided to throw caution to the winds and let your mouth loose. "Actually, I do know, " you started, right leg slowly slotting itself on San's left hip, causing him to instinctively held it up so your crotches were on each other, "And I also know that you didn't bring me to orgasm last time," you poked. Usually, San would get upset whenever someone brought up his accident, but this time it felt different.

Before you know it, San was hauling you away to the bar, slapping some cash on the counter, and calling for the bartender. Initially, you thought you had upset San by bringing up the past, you thought he was angry. "San, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-" you were unfortunately cut off by San pulling you into him by the back of your neck, forcing your faces so close to each other that you could taste the sweetness of the liqueur he downed on his breath, "I'm finishing what I started five years ago," he declared confidently.

His words penetrated your mind deeply as suddenly everything became a blur. You remembered San closing the tab you and he made and you looking around for your friends and only managing to catch glimpses of them here and there, you didn't even remember checking out your coats. It wasn't until you heard San telling the driver that he'll give him double the fare to punch it that you realized you were in a taxi. "No, let's just go to my place, it's closer than yours," you blurted out once your brain has re-synced with reality. San smirked at your eagerness and nodded at the taxi driver as a signal for him to go. Once the car began moving, San pulled your body close to his as he ducked his face to start peppering kisses around the skin of your neck and collarbone, "You're a horny, desperate whore, aren't you?" he chuckled darkly, seemingly taking pride in your state. You bit your bottom lip to hold back a groan, not wanting the driver to hear what you were both doing in the back despite being sure that he DEFINITELY knows what was going on.

As San preoccupy himself with marking your skin with his sharp teeth and incessant sucking of his lips, your hands found purchase on his person; one hang was enjoying the feeling of the hair on the back of his head grazing against the skin of your palm as the other slip into his coat to clutch at his suit jacket. Out of the corner of his eyes, San was watching how your body reacted to him, to his touch, to his work on you. It pleased him to feel your chest heaving, your breath stuttering at the feeling of his mouth teasing the perfect spot, your thighs rubbing together to both create friction and hold yourself from completely jumping his bones in a car that belongs to neither of you. San loved the sound you were making and the scent of your increasing arousal was just addictive to him. All he could think of his how much he wants more of it. More of you.

A gasp escape your lips before you could even stop yourself when you felt San's hand slipping between your legs, thumb slowly rubbing against your clit. The pressure felt enthralling and adding to the fact that you were so close to getting what you want but you have your clothes getting in the way, it just made your pleasure even more pleasurable, it made you desperate. San's lips vibrated with his laughter when he saw you throwing your head back in embarrassment after your slip up, "Pathetic," he stated, catching your attention, "You're so horny that a little stimulation riled you up this bad. You ARE just a horny horny bunny, aren't you?" he taunted. Your bottom lip quivered, wanting to answer him but the stimulation in your pussy made it impossible for you to string a coherent response. Seeing this, San didn't let your mind do much as he moved faster with his finger and his lips traveled up to nip at your earlobe.

Just as you were about to tell San to just rip the crotch of your pants, the cab stopped and the driver announced (rather uncomfortably) that you both had arrived. Both you and San moved at the speed of light; you got out of the car and him paying the driver carelessly, handing him some bills without looking and telling him to keep the change. You quickly pulled San to your apartment building, throwing a simple "hi" at the security guard as you and him scurry away as if you both were on fire. As you got into the elevator, you made haste and took off your coat and proceeded to push San's off of his body. Thankfully, the elevator arrived at your floor before you decided to just strip naked in a public area.

It felt like a race between you, your libido, and your patience. You desperately needed to get fucked and the buzz from the alcohol only allowed you to focus on that. You didn't even have the patience to make sure that San was right behind you (which thankfully he was) and you only acknowledged his presence when you were inputting your code into the keypad of your lock. He had pressed himself so close to you, you swore you could feel the warmth of his dick from his dress pants pressing against your ass. His hands were roaming around your body as his teeth busied themselves with tugging at the shell of your ear.

As soon as your door opened, you and San stumbled inside, taking off your shoes in the process. While San was slower with his moves, what with having to lean down to take off his shoes and put them away properly, you on the other hand had expertly taken off your boots and simply thrown them away somewhere you couldn't care less. When San was finally able to store his shoes away, he came to find you only in your corset top, bunny ears, and panties, your pants, your coat, his coat that you had yanked off from the taxi, and bag had been thrown away haphazardly around the place but you didn't seem like you were even thinking about them. You were looking at him, slightly heaving, but with a lust-filled look. San stood off not far from where you were with a smug look on his face; a smirk adorning his sharp features followed by a chuckle that made your spine tingle and core ache. "You really are an impatient whore, aren't you? You've even made sure you're fuck ready," he said, pointing at your panties that matched your corset. You rolled your eyes at him as you slowly took several steps back, closer and closer to your room, "Of course, I WAS planning on getting absolutely fucked out of my mind by anyone." It seemed that San didn't like your words as his face dropped to a scowl and he immediately rip his tie and suit jacket off, leaving the tie in his grip as he stalked closer to you. "So you were about to seek release from anyone willing? Carelessly?" he growled which made you smirk. "Yes, you were not even on my choice list. I actually had my eyes on a guy in the dance floor but you were just so easy to get," you taunted, lying in the process about the other guy just to see what San might do.

With a last huff, San dashed forward to grab at your body with a firm yet careful grip. He pushed you into your dark room, not caring about the darkness and before your body hit your bed, San set his eyes on yours with a menacing glare that only made your pussy throb, "I'll make you fucking forget that guy."

All of a sudden, you found yourself bouncing off your bed and San pouncing on top of you, careful to not crush you but close enough that you could feel San's breath and his hand moving to unbutton his shirt. His chest rumbled as he let out a chuckle, eyeing you in your position under him, "Oh, I'm going to have so much fun," he said. San quickly pulled your arms above your head to tie them together with his tie. The knot didn't seem professional but it was tight enough that you weren't able to completely get away but you knew that if you tried hard enough, you could break free. But what's the fun in that?

You were about to taunt him when you felt the fabric of your panties ripping and the air hit your naked core. You gasped when San's hand made contact with your pussy as he delivered a slap to it. "Hey! You ruined my sexy pair!" You whined, trying to bite your moan down when he placed his thumb directly on your pussy lips. San flitted his eyes to you momentarily before returning his gaze directly at your pussy, making you momentarily shy which caused you to try to close your legs. However, San wouldn't let you as his strong hands placed themselves on your knees and spread them open widely.

From your knees, San's hands carefully and steadily travel down to rest at the junction of your thighs, his thumbs going back to your pussy lips to spread them open gently to expose more of you to him. You felt your breath hitch as you watched his moves, realizing that it felt familiarly intimate. With one last look, San let out a warning, "Don't cum yet."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once San began eating you out like a madman, The way his tongue lapped at your flowing juices suggested obsession and addiction over hunger. The scent you exude overpowered San's senses and this was even more than what he expected when he had his taste of you in the cab. The moans you let out when his lips nibbled your little bundle of nerve, every sharp breath and every high-pitched noise made San's dick twitch. All he wanted was to have you, claim you as his, he wanted you as a whole so he didn't have to part with the feeling he was having. Out of all the feelings you had ever given him, this was his favourite.

You on the other hand were a moaning mess. Out of your own pleasure, you reached down to grip San's hair despite your hands being tied together. But as your fingers made contact with San;s hair, he snapped his head up, detaching his lips from your cunt which made you whine in protest. "Keep your hands where I left them, slut and if you disobey me again, I won't let you cum at all tonight," he growled, glaring at you with so much authority and demand that it made your heart skip a beat. With eyes widened, you nodded in obedience before lifting you arms up again, trying your damn best to eep them there as to not piss San off. Although he seemed to be perfectly fine with your hips moving on their own accords, grinding against his face, smearing your arousal on his chin. You were sure that you were dripping at this point but San didn't seem too care much. Heck, if you could read his mind, you'd notice that he in fact wish he could drown in it. When you peeked down at him, you noticed that San seemed to be enjoying himself just as much as (or even more than) you. Whilst feasting on your cunt, he was humping your bed simultaneously. His hips gyrating and swivelling as he pressed down on the soft mattress to seek pleasure.

Your thoughts broke when San sat up abruptly to yank his pants off. You stared at him slowly baring his glorious, naked self in front of you. But nothing could prepare you when you finally see his cock once again. When he let his penis free from its confinement, slapping on his stomach in its rigid glory, you couldn't help but bit your bottom lip and let your legs spread even wider invitingly. The lines of his toned body accentuate every curve he has and even through the darkness, you were able to appreciate his beauty. He, who has become more mature and more beautiful over the years and you yearn for him. Or at least, you yearn for his body.

"I have to have you," San said as he slowly crawled back on top of you, one hand on his dick, working himself a little more as he prepared to enter you. As he moved, the light from your living room managed to catch his form and there you saw a sheen on the tip of his dick. You exhaled shakily, feeling the need to have him in your mouth so you could have a taste. But the throbbing in your pussy said that it needs San inside it, it wants to have his cum inside it and it wants every last drop. You licked your bottom lip and intentionally let out a pornographically pathetic-sounding whine that made San's cock twitch, "Then fucking have me, San. Make me finally cum after five years of waiting."

In a blink of an eye, San had pressed his tip at your entrance. It was surprisingly heavier than you remember and the pressure alone was already giving you stimulation. "San," you called out to him, eyes meeting his that has been looking at you the whole time. "Please," you pleaded, eyes glistening from being overwhelmed with pleasure. It was all it take for San to crash his lips on yours, melding them together as he pushed in. You were sure you were squealing into San's mouth when you finally feel his whole length and girth entering you at a painstakingly slow pace. You could feel every ridge of his cock from the smooth head down to the bumps of the vein decorating it. It wasn't an exaggeration when you say you could draw San's penis precisely from just having him inside your pussy. It felt like forever before you could finally feel his hips meeting yours before you felt the tip of it pressing onto your cervix. As your chest heaved at the feeling, San's eyes rolled back as he let a shuddered exhale of his breath and his arms give out momentarily, letting his body experience the overwhelming comfort of your warmth around him, not realizing that with him filling you perfectly, the weight of his body completely enveloping you was turning your brain into mush.

It was you who made the first move, hips lifting upwards to create some friction inside you. The more you move, the more you crave. But with San's body weight on top of you and your arms being tied above your head, you couldn't do as much as you want. "San, please," you whined out of frustration, "Please, I need you to fuck me!"

Slowly, you could feel San starting to move. His hips began rutting into you as his arms slowly anchored his body all the while his lips found purchase on your chest, peppering kisses on the skin and occasionally leaving marks and a trail of saliva in random paterns. As much as he wanted to take your corset off, your pussy was incapacitating his brain.

Moans started leaving your mouth when San began picking up the pace of his hips. With his body no longer anchoring you down (much to your disappointment), San was able to move more freely. The initial grinding turned into his penis dragging in and out of your pussy so deliciously. "O-oh fu- fuck," you gasped when San angled his hips slightly as he thrust in, accidentally hitting the spot in you that made your spine tingle. "Again, please," you begged, eyes closing to bask in the pleasure he was giving you. Just as your eyelids closed, San clicked his tongue and grabbed your chin, forcing you to open your eyes again. "You better keep your eyes open, I want you to see me making my mark in your pussy," he demanded. His words sent a wave of pleasurable shock into your pussy and he could tell that you were affected by his words from the way your pussy immediately clench.

Much to your surprise and disappointment, San slipped himself out of you. You gasped in annoyance and were about to give him a piece of your mind when he pushed you up and back against your headboard, arms were uselessly thrown up. His hands firmly pushed your legs open and up against you as if he was folding you in half before hastily reentering you in one fluid movement. The impact was quick, clean, and effective as it caused you to see stars.

San wasted no time in fucking you with his hands anchored on your knees to keep your legs wide open for him. His hips snapped just right and the new position allowed him to reach even deeper in you, much deeper than the deepest "deeper" you thought you had in you. San was thrusting in so ferociously with so much power that you basically turned into a mere ragdoll. Your body was rocking with the impact, head hitting your (thankfully) cushioned headboard as your arms fell onto San's shoulders. The man before you was grunting as he focused on his work, trying to do what he had promised from the beginning.

It was a good thing that San ate you out prior to having him fuck you like such. You knew you would still feel sore the next day, but both your arousal and his truly helped his movements.

Soon enough, you felt the building pleasure slowly reaching its maximum point. At this point, you could even feel the initial taste of your incoming release. "S-San, I- I'm so-o- so close," you managed out, head lolling forward to rest on San's shoulders, eyes shutting tightly to try to focus on the feeling of you slowly tipping over. You couldn't see it, but you felt San nodding, "I'm gonna cum in you," he said, letting you know his plan to which you couldn't complain one bit. San managed shift your legs slightly in a position you couldn't muster for the life of you. Whatever he did, it managed to made you scream in pleasure. You couldn't care less if your neighbours heard you at that point, you were finally getting a quality dick and you deserved it 100%. The sound of you being so loud stroked San's ego as he began hitting you with more force but less frequency. Each hit was precise and served as a tall-tale sign of him wanting to completely feel your release.

Luckily for him, it only took him two more harsh thrusts into you before your pussy gripped onto his dick like a vice, your legs involuntarily closing in and trapping San's body in its place while you experience the most intense and the best release you have ever experienced in your life that it made your toes curl.

San tried to thrust in a couple more times, wanting to feel your tightness around him before he released his load but he wasn't able to. Despite that, he couldn't really complain, not when he could feel you being filled completely to the brim by him. The warmth of his release and your mixing made his cock twitch inside you and the twitch of his cock was enough to make you whine from overstimulation.

The both of you stayed in that position for a bit, unable to do much else other than try to catch your breaths. San was the first one to pull away though. He did it in steps; starting from reaching back to pull his tie off of your arms, allowing them to drop limply to your sides, then his body, allowing more air to be accessible to you, and then finally he pulled his softening dick out of you, making you shudder from the friction. As San dropped to the other side of the bed, you slowly sat up to go to the toilet, trying to fight your fatigue in favour of cleaning yourself before letting sleep take over you.

Despite the darkness of the room, San was able to make out your disappearing figure. When you disappear into the bathroom in your room, one thought dawned on San's head, a thought that made him crack the first genuine smile he gave himself in a long, long while.

He didn't hurt you. You both had sex and he didn't hurt you.

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[seas-storyarchive]

A what if of my story Down In The Trenches. More specifically, the arrival of my Radiorose kid: Alice.

Note: pre-established Radiorose, has oc

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Rosie arrived at the Hotel as soon as she got the news from Charlie - Alastor was stabbed, weak, having a long wound across his chest.

She came over with a medical bag, full of supplies. Going right to work, saving pleasantries. Charlie had moved a few more first aid kits into Alastor's room, as instructed.

She put a leather strap in his mouth for him to bite, trying to tune out his cries as she wroked on him. It took hours - cleaning, disinfecting, stitching, pausing, saying sweet nothings, bandaging. And trying not to cry.

"Ro-ss-sie.." his voice was so weak, him speaking after she removed the strap, when she finished her bandaging him up.

"I'm here, doll." She pet his hair, smiling. "You did pretty good. All things considered."

"S- stay." He pleaded, tears in his eyes from feeling the burning.

Rosie nodded, moving her hand to cup his face, "I don't plan on it, silly boy." She leaned down to kiss him gently.

Alastor let out a soft "hm" as he leaned against her hand.

"I'll use the intercom to let them know you're alright." Rosie said, kissing him again.

"Okay.." Alastor said softly, disappointed.

"Needy boy. Stay." Rosie said with a smile as she stood up. She went to the intercom, pressing the button to speak with the main floor.

"Rosie? How is he?" Eager to hear the news, wow, she must be worried.

"He's fine, Charlie sweetie." Rosie said with a smile. "I'll be stayin' the night ta keep an eye on him."

"Okay. I'll have some dinner brought up." Charlie said with a smile.

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That night, they held each other tight and cried.

"Why did you do it, you fucking idiot!" Rosie moved back to look at his face.

Alastor chuckled, tears falling down his face, "I don't know, darling. I.. I guess I couldn't let our chums have a laugh without me."

Rosie kissed him harshly, "was it worth it, you jerk?"

Alastor whimpered in paid, panting as the broke for air, "well, I'm in your hands.. so yes."

"Easy there.. Al. You're still hurting, it's too soon." Rosie said.

Alastor sighed, frowning, "fine.." he held her arms. "Just, lay in my arms alright?"

Rosie reached a hand up to touch his cheek again. "I will, just promise you won't die in mine tonight."

"I won't, I have the best nurse in all of the underworld here with me." Alastor smiled at her.

Rosie laughed softly, kissing him again. Her tears rolled down her face, dropping onto his bandaged chest.

They called it a night, for real this time, holding each other.

There was the sound of screaming that woke Rosie up the next morning.

"Al.." She touched his chest blindly, still asleep, to which he made a weak noise.

"Your alarm.." Rosie said as another round of screaming started.

"I don't have one. Maybe i's your phone.."

"Turned mine off b'fore I worked on you. I's still off."

The screaming wouldn't stop.

"Okay, that's it.." Alastor sat up, feeling pain ripping through him, and seeing what he was seeing - he turned to her a bit too fast. "R- Rosie.."

"What?" Now she was annoyed. He was up, but the screaming wouldn't stop.

"Wa-wake up." Alastor said softly. "Wake up!" He whisper shouted.

"What?" Rosie sat up, glaring at him. When she saw his face, she followed where he was glancing at out of the orner of his eyes. To the end of the bed.

There lay a wee, naked babe. A little baby girl. A little faun, crying where she lay.

Rosie took another moment, before she moved to scoop up the girl, wrapping her in the blanket at the end of the bed, before bringing her to the head of the bed while rocking her to calm her.

"Look at her, Al." Rosie looked from the baby to Alastor.

Alastor nodded. "I.. I am." He took a breath. "She.." his eyes went from the babe to Rosie.

"Looks like you." Rosie smiled.

"Like you too." Alastor said with a smile.

"What are we going to do with her? How did she even get here?" Rosie asked.

Alastor shrugged. "Hm.. I don't know. Wishful thinking?"

"What?" Rosie was flabbergasted.

"Well, I regretted not having children while alive but, well.."

"Your murders, I know." Rosie said to him. "I was thinking about it too, but, well you know.."

Unable to have children in life. Thus barren in death.

"What if.. what if this is our chance?" Alastor asked after a few minutes of the two tickling the baby's cheeks and feeling her ears, smiling at her laughter.

"How close to ya second death are you?" Rosie asked him.

"You saw last night." Alastor said, looking to her with a smile. "But, think about it - you and I had wanted children, I nearly die to a holy weapon, and then," he moved his hands to make jazz hands, "baby."

Rosie sighed. "You have a point."

After a moment, Alastor asked, "so.. what are we going to do with her?"

"Raise her?" Rosie asked in a manner indicating she was intent on doing this alone if she had to.

Alastor smiled. "Perfect. Well, what shall we name our little girl?"

Rosie smiled at him. "What's the name of that book you like?"

"Alice in Wonderland, why?"

"Curiosity. I needed a girl name, and honestly.. that one sounds perfect."

Alastor hummed, mulling it over. "I like it too." He smiled. "Let's give her the middle name of May."

"Are you serious?" Rosie asked Alastor, shifting their babe as she reached for Alastor.

"I think she likes it too." Alastor said, reaching over to take the baby. When he held her, something in him felt complete.

"Alice May Hunt-Dupuis."

Rosie stopped adjusting her hair to look at the man. "Your last name is French?"

Alastor lowered Alice a little to glare at her playully. "Rosie, darling, I'm a Creole from Louisiana. Of course my last name is French."

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?"

"No." Alastor said to her.

Well, bathing and dressing the kid was fun. As was bringing her downstairs.

"What da fuq is even dat!"

"A baby."

"No shit, Smiles. I mean, what da fuq is you two doin' with it?"

"Oooh! Here, I'll order everything you guys need!" Charlie said, and went ahead ordering with Rosie and Vaggie giving commentary.

"We were given her as a gift." Rosie said. "For some reason."

"Hmm.." Lucifer looked at the girl, only to get kicked in the eye. "Ow!" He put a hand over his eye. "Yup, that's Antlers' kid alright! Born of you two wanting a kid, I'm assuming, and from what I can guess is whatever the fuck took Antlers out of commission."

"Adam's ridiculously tacky axe." Alastor said with a grimace.

"What's her name? I want to get her stuff with her name on it." Charlie was grinning.

Alastor and Rosie looked at each other with a smile.

"Alice May Hunt-Dupuis." They said together with a smile.

"Perfect! Now we have to wait." Charlie said with a smile. "Can I hold her? Please?"

"Alright, just be careful with her." Rosie said, passing Alice to Charlie.

"Hi, Alice. My name's Charlie."

Alice was looking around with those large void eyes, her ears moving about this way and that, but she focused on Charlie with a giggle.

Well - after the formula and baby stuff was delivered, a nursery was set up for Alice, next to Alastor and Rosie's room.

"I call being the fun Aunt!" Cherri raised a hand with a bomb, challenging anyone to fight her.

"As long as I'm the cool Uncle." Angel said.

"No way! If anyone is the cool one, it's me!"

"Why do you want in on this, Vagina?" Angel asking Vaggie this made Cherri laugh.

"Don't make me give Niffty a sharp object and the order to stab you." Vaggie actually had a soft spot for kids.

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[newhope8]

🐱🐾Comfort from Kitty💕🫂♾️

Here's a random idea I had. This post is inspired by the following two comments. ⬇️ And incidentally enough, this post is dedicated to @vanillacupcakefrosting & @moonlightndaydreams.

Please, if you truly are under the age of 18, don't read this story I've written. When fanfic creators (authors or artists) say, "Minors, Do Not Interact" (MDNI)", there's usually some damn good reasons why. If you decide to read, I ask that you please make note of the below-mentioned content warnings (C/W). ⬇️

C/W • 🔞❌⚠️ gentle ass play // fingering (anal) :: f-receiving; breast & nipple play; period Shark Week foreplay in general; hand job :: m-receiving; light breeding marking, tho no p-v happens, since fem::y/n is on her period; Minho is briefly mentioned as the y/n's BF (boyfriend), tho he can be referred to however you want >>fiancee, husband, sibling's best friend, your S.O. {significant other}, etc...<<; some cum play; spit play (f-receiving); use of pet names :: reader calls herself "Mommy" & her boyfriend "Kitten"; gentle degradation ... if you squint, i guess; mild praise kink (m-receiving); nursing & tit suckling kink (male pov); graphic mentions of male & female anatomy and bodily fluids; graphic language ... 🔞❌⚠️

Pairing • Minho & female y/n reader 👩🏻‍🤝‍👨🏼💗💙

Relationship Status • Comfortable, experienced, safe, loving, judgement-free 🫂❤️‍🩹

Synopsis • Your boyfriend (Minho) comforts you during your period.

If I've missed anything in the warnings, please let me know. 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

My a/n (author note) thoughts throughout & at the end of this fic will appear in small purple font; you'll see. 🥰💜👍🏻 Just random ramblings that I wanted to write down/ make note of in that particular moment ...

This little story is just for fun & perhaps some relief from life's worries. Please take it as such. It's not serious, nor designed to replicate the mannerisms of any one Kpop celebrity irl.

Despite you being on your period (or, as some refer to it, "Shark Week" 🦈), you're still horny and desperate for Minho to ease your aches and pains in some very adult ways. ���🔥💦

He would totally respect your wishes and leave your pussy untouched, no matter what type of feminine hygiene product you're using (whether it's an internal product or external one). Ladies, we all know what these are. 👍🏻 Minho may ask you to strip to your underwear, panties stay on (you're on your monthly cycle, remember 🩸🩸🩸🩸), yet he leaves you to decide if the bra stays or goes. Your pussy is throbbing, not entirely from being horny, yet from weird period cramps (am I the only one who's felt/ experienced this...??!!), so you're silently thankful your nether region is remaining covered. This weird throbbing has your tits starting to poke against your bra & if you weren't expelling a crimson river from between your folds, you would've sworn a few drops of Minho's favorite dessert had left your pussy hole. Yup, that's right. Your boyfriend's favorite thing to lick up is the cream your body generates. 🫦👅💦💦💦 Doesn't matter if it's pre-orgasm (pre-cum), during cumming or post-orgasm ("the little death" moment), he likes it all. And tells you he does, every chance he can get.

He sees you start to lay back on the bed next to him, yet his brows furrow when he sees you sit back up. Can't stand this fucking tit-choking bra any longer, you gripe to yourself. Reaching behind you, your fingers struggle to undo the clasp. After a moment, Minho hears you exclaim a satisfactory Ah-HA! as you successfully unclip the offending undergarment and fling it to the far corner of your bedroom. Minho fills his dick start to swell at your words. Desperate for some relief of his own, he turns over onto his stomach to press his groin into the mattress. This is a mistake for him, since he feels himself soak right through his undies, no doubt leaving a delicious little stain of his very own on your bed linens.

Turning his head to one side, time goes in slow motion for him. He watches as you lay back once again, twisting your hips to get settled a bit more comfortably, your tits finally free of your bra and poking out in the air. Without his permission, his mouth emits a small arousing gurgling noise, which does not escape your notice. Somebody's going to get to feel really good in just a minute, you think to yourself. 😏💦

Minho feels himself soil his undies completely as he watches the skin around your tits pebble up from the cold air in your bedroom. He cannot wait any longer for you and swiftly gets up from the bed to strip himself off completely. You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch with wide eyes as his dick flops free from his underwear and begins to steadily ooze your own favorite dessert from its tip. 💦💦💦💦🍆 Squeezing your legs together, not entirely to ease the period aches down there, your breath stops as he hops back on the bed and lays down on his side facing you.

He asks you next if he can suckle on your tits. He already knows this is one of your favorite foreplay activities (whether you're on your period or not) and the thought of tasting your full tits, made even fuller with increased hormone levels from your monthly cycle, has him pressing his soaked dick into your hip and leaking all over your leg. (Idk about anyone else, yet when I'm on my period, my boobs do feel like they swell slightly. For reference, I am a 36B bra size irl.) Whimpering out a strained yes in reply, you raise your arms above your head and move your shoulders from side to side to get fully comfy and as sunk into the mattress as you can.

Minho lets himself rub his dick in an up-down motion against your hip a few times before leaning over and taking your right tit in his mouth. Your tits are always sensitive when you're aroused (periodness or no) and the feeling of having your twin peaches 🍑🍑 in full-access-mode for him has you emitting small moans that go in time with the lazy suckling motions of his tongue.

Feeling your favorite dessert start to dribble down your right thigh and leg (Minho's cream), you are suddenly just as desperate to feel him as he is to be suckling on you. Moving your right arm down from above your head, you reach down to his dick with your right hand and lightly start to tickle the base of his shaft. Minho's lips break from your right tit and he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs while he freely emits unabashed moans, groans and whimpers at the feel of your hand being able to freely slide up and down, oh so slowly, along his shaft. There is only one person in the entire world his dick belongs to (other than himself, lol); that one person is you.

He continues to nuzzle his nose in between your boobs as you gently begin to massage him. His right hand comes up to ghost over your stomach and he blindly reaches for your left tit. You're just about to move your left hand to help him find what he's looking for, yet that isn't necessary. Thank goodness, you muse to yourself, for my left nipple had been screaming in agony for some attention since Minho stripped off his undies.

You feel your hand get even more saturated than it already is from Minho's precum. Gently wriggling your hand out from between your bodies, despite his adorable whimpers of protesting disappointment, you bring your hand up to your face and begin licking your entire hand clean. Yup, that's right ... you're having your dessert before your main meal. 😈👅🥵💦 Whoever said you couldn't indulge in dessert first if you wanted to was being ridiculous for no reason.

Minho notices you cleaning your hand off and you feel him start to rut a bit harder into your right hip as his lips regain purchase on your right nipple. Minho, baby ... please ... PLEASE, you moan. For the love of all that's holy and sacred in this world, look to my other tit with your lips. Do you really want any future children I may give you to only have 1 nipple to suckle from? Or are you going to be selfish and just keep both of Mommy's titties for yourself?

You hear your him mumble and groan around your right tit, still so engrossed in nursing from you. Laughing softly to yourself at his behavior, you reach your left hand over and gently tug on his hair, forcing his head up and away from your chest. Baby, why did you do that, he whimper-cries, giving you the sweetest set of doe eyes you've ever seen.

Because Mommy's left nip is sad, you answer. It needs love too.

Here, let me see it, Minho huffs out. He props himself up on his elbows just enough so he can move his head over to your left breast.

Hold my other tit, please, you whisper-whimper to him. It just needs you to hold it while you nurse from the other one.

You slowly bring Minho's left hand up to cup your right breast. He follows your directions dutifully, cradling your boob in his slightly larger hand, yet not squeezing it at all. You begin to moan in earnest when, in the very next instant, you feel his lips attach to your left tit, but not before you watch as he lets a healthy stream of his drool dribble onto your left nipple. His spit beads for a split second on the very tip of your left tit, before it glides down over the swell of the breast itself. Your breath just about ceases completely while you watch him hover his perfect mouth over your drenched tit. His breath comes in short, staccato bursts, similar to the slightly faster rhythm his hips have begun to make against your hip.

Giggling to yourself, you run your hands up & down your boyfriend's shoulders, getting temporarily lost in the lustful yet overall loving gaze he fixes on your boobs. He alternates looking at your twin peaches and your eyes. His eyes suddenly fill with an emotion you cannot put into words and you feel a rather hard lump of tears lodge right in the middle of your throat. You think to yourself that it's partially due to your monthly hormones, which are in full force atm. Indeed, you feel a strong urge to get up and use the restroom (lol, tmi perhaps). Yet, it's something else too, something else entirely. You return your boyfriend's gaze and see his eyes sparkling with tears for you, through his natural manly lust for your body. You get fully shipwrecked in his gaze and feel tears finish beading up along your lashes and starting to trickle down your cheeks. 🥹

Baby, what is it? What's wrong, you hear him ask you. You cannot answer him right away, so you turn your head to one side and bury one half of your face in your pillow. You feel hiccups start to build in your chest, yet force them down. Now is not the time to hiccup in your boyfriend's face, you silently giggle to yourself. Not that Minho would care. He loves every part of you, every part of your very essence. Even the silly & embarrassing noises your body makes on its own, for whatever reason. It's all music to his ears, he loves it all.

Baby, I need you to answer me. Are you ok? You hear him ask you again. You feel one of his hands come up to your left breast, gently wiping off the spit he'd left there mere moments before. His other hand goes to your tummy, which you feel to suddenly start clenching with one of the most painful period cramps you've experienced. He rubs his hand back and forth over your twisting uterus, and peppers the softest kisses 💋 all over your face. He isn't licking up your tears, just kissing you softly.

You force yourself to focus on the movements of his hands and lips on your body, instead of on the nauseating pain that continues to pull through your feminine parts. The uterine cramps start to ease for a moment and you feel yourself start to go soft with relief.

Are you ok, baby? He asks you for a third time. His hands still completely, and you can tell he's not going to continue further until you answer him. You slowly move your head to face him, because you feel the onset of a massive migraine headache starting to form. 😣 Reaching your hands up to either side of his face, it's now your turn to gently wipe up his tears.

Yes, my Leebit, I'm fine. Just letting your love heal me, I guess. It overflows from my heart every time for you and ... and ... You suddenly cannot continue speaking, so you turn your head to the other side and start to cry in earnest. Your shoulders start to shake a tiny bit and you feel Minho reach both his arms under your shoulders to pull you close to his chest. You burrow into his embrace and let the rest of the bodily aches dissipate as you feel his warmth seep into each pore of your skin. You haven't forgotten about Minho's other "concern", for it's still pressed against your hip, its tip is quite wet and very hard. 💦🍆 Before gently pulling away from him, you take a moment to marvel at his self control and respect for your emotions in general. He's not been rutting into you at all this entire time, he's been completely still. His dick has only twitched maybe once, it's almost as if he's told himself to stop until you're settled and calm again.

You watch as his eyes flutter closed & a few more tears trickle down the apples of his cheeks. Your thumbs ghost over his eyelids, using kitten-feather-soft touches to soothe away his tears. Minho leans his face into one of your hands, moving his head barely back & forth. He continues to nuzzle against your hand in this way, until you suddenly feel a sharp pain stab through your gut.

Ahhhh, oh fuck, ahhhhh, you moan out. Your hands fly away from Minho's face, pressing as hard as you can in a downward motion on your lower stomach, right where your uterus is. The period cramp is so bad, your back arches slightly off the bed and you screw your eyes shut.

You feel Minho shift slightly in the bed next to you, not leaving your side. He adjusts himself so you have a little more space to move, yet he's still just as close to you as before. It's ok, baby, I'm right here & I'm not going anywhere. Just breathe, ok? you hear him whisper to you.

Through the renewed fog of pain & nausea that threatens to overtake you, you feel his hands settle in place over yours, helping you to press down on your stomach further. Every female is different with her body & how she experiences period cramps, yet pressing down on your uterus is one of the movements that works best for you to ease the aches in the immediate moment. And Minho instinctually knows this.

He leans over your face & kisses your forehead before placing one, single, solitary, loving kiss on your left tit. He doesn't even suckle on it, just kisses it once and moves his mouth away to lay his head on your chest.

Then, as quickly as the pain makes an appearance, you feel your uterus relaxing again and the aches naturally subside. You shift your shoulders from side to side, signaling you want to get up. Minho, baby, I love being your body pillow, yet I really need to pee & change my feminine item out, you say to him. You have been in a healthy & steady relationship with your boyfriend for several years and always feel like you can talk quite openly with him about anything and everything. Yes, I said anything and everything; this includes every little aspect of women's feminine hygiene and gynecological health. So telling him you need to change your pad or tampon is nothing he hasn't heard before. He's a confident man & has the balls to be mature enough to handle such talk in a respectful manner. Some men are fucking babies when it comes to being respectful of a woman's health, yet there are others who aren't this way. They may seem like they're few & far between, yet they are out there ... I promise. 💕🫂🙏🏻

Minho, come on, baby, you huff out a laugh as he nuzzles his nose in between your boobs one last time. I really REALLY need to use the restroom.

You're just so soft and delectable, you hear him mumble into your skin as he moves to sit up in bed.

How the fuck am I soft when I feel so dirty and gross? you ask him.

Because you're you & perfect just the way you are, he answers. I cannot see you being any other way & I wouldn't have you any other way.

Aww, fuck, Minho baby ... I'm going to cry all over again! you moan out, looking at him with more tears in your eyes. Your heart melts even further than it already has as you sit up, scooting closer to him on the bed, and rubbing your nose in the crook of his neck. Despite feeling overall icky from your period, you're still somewhat horny and cannot resist scenting your boyfriend, just a little. 😉

Minho recognizes your signature move with this & you feel his body stiffen slightly. From the corner of your eye, you see his hands move down gradually to his rock-hard dick, which is now steadily oozing the most delicious-looking precum you've seen from him in a while. Its color is a shade of milky white, semi-clear ... the most beautiful you've seen from his cockhead in a while. Your pussy starts to throb with genuine arousal this time, not just residual period cramps. You are suddenly desperate to taste him and this thought has your pussy leaking his cream all over your folds. Your only regret is that because it's the first evening of your Shark Week, your pussy and folds are 100% off limits to him for the next few days ... at least until the heaviest flow has passed.

Baby, what are you doing? you mumble into Minho's neck. What are you doing, you ask again ... giggling at how Minho has suddenly decided to mirror your movements.

Loving you, what does it look like ... he whimpers back. His hands press down harder on his dick and he begins to leave little love bites and nibbles along the juncture of your neck & shoulder.

Are you trying to mark me? you giggle back, with a breathy moan of your own. Minho baby, I really have to pee. Making a more concerted effort to move away from him this time, or else you really will have a crimson accident in your bed, you gently push on his shoulders to get him to detach his mouth from your neck.

Nooo, he whines out. And to keep you in place, he bites down a bit harder, effectively pinning you to the spot for a few more seconds.

Ah, fuuuuuucccccckkkkkk, baby ... Minho ... NOOO, you whine back. Despite your almost having an accident, you push your tits against his bare chest and reach your hands up to tangle in his hair.

He feels your tits on the broad muscles of his chest and reaches a hand up to fondle your left nipple, not forgetting he left off mid-massage of it to check on you. You notice his hand is soaked and you suddenly moan out rather loudly as he lets himself start to push his groin into your side again ... this time in earnest. Your Kitty is determined to feel good and you're going to help him get there. But first, your bathroom stop ... for the only type of bodily fluids you prefer to clean off your sheets is your & his cum. Not pee, not barf, not period blood ... just delicious cum. That's all.

Using what little willpower you feel you still possess, you tangle your fingers in his hair and pull up with intention. His mouth leaves your neck with a quiet squelch and he looks at you with a half blown out expression on his face. His hand stays latched around your left tit, so you quickly detach this part of him from you too.

Baby, he whines at you. He tries to scoot closer again but this time, you're quicker. Scrambling off the bed, you stand up and point a finger at him. I have to pee, baby. Don't you remember what week it is for me?

Yes, I remember, it's just, it's just ... I need Mommy's titties and this ..., he whimpers, gesturing to his painfully hard dick.

My titties will be right back, you chuckle. I will feel better after just a moment. 🧻🚽🩸 Yet in the meantime, you continue, coming up to the foot of the bed and pointing your finger at him again. Lay back for me, and spread your legs. Arms above your head ... and do NOT fucking touch yourself until I get back. Mommy will help you out momentarily.

Will you, truly? he asks. He quickly moves into position as you've directed him to and the sight just about has you doubling over and feeling dizzy. Sweat gives a glistening sheen all over his body and his entire shaft is coated in the only moisture you're even remotely interested in getting nutrition from. Minho's muscular arms are above his head and he grips onto the headboard for support. He tries to keep his hips still, yet the sight of you staring him down, dressed as you are (topless, with just your favorite comfort pair of cotton panties on), has him involuntarily bucking his hips up just a bit.

Yes baby kitty, most truly. I promise, you reply to him. Turning on your heels before you can have another moment of hormonal weakness, you dash into the en-suite bathroom you both share, firmly shutting the door behind you.

You make your way over to your section of the spacious bathroom. Rummaging around in one of your many storage compartments, you hastily feel around for one of your favorite overnight pads in your period supply drawer. Your hand lands on the all-too-familiar wrapper of the pad and when you withdraw it from the box, you see a small post-it note stuck to it.

Sitting down on the toilet, you quickly dispose of your hygiene trash in the small trash can and relieve yourself. Bending over at the waist, you press both hands into your stomach as hard as you can and emit a silent moan, or as silent as you feel you can be under the circumstances. Your uterus is hell-bent bound and determined that you're not going to have much relief from it tonight. It's going to make sure you're aware it's there, at all times, no matter what. You're just glad you're sitting on the toilet, instead of standing up or sitting down. Giving birth to small jellyfish 🩸🩸🩸 during the first few days is always fun, isn't it, ladies? 🫣😣🥴😮‍💨 (For those biologically born with a vagina, you know what I mean & are the only people who will ever understand. For those that weren't {no matter how you orientate/ identify}, take note :: it literally feels like a small glob of jellyfish leaving your pussy hole. I'm not kidding. Periods are a necessary part of life & still not normalized as much as they should be, I think. No disrespect towards anyone/ everyone is beautiful, I'm simply telling things from my perspective as a woman who bleeds each month.)

While you wait for the feeling to pass, you look at the small post-it note you've found stuck to the pad. Un-sticking the note from the pad's wrapper, you unfold it and open it to reveal a short love-note from Minho! 🥹😻😭🤧💌🎀 Blinking back tears, you try to remember any recent interaction when he'd have an excuse to go into some of your more personal drawers in the bathroom. It suddenly dawns on you that just a week ago, you did ask him to pick up some extra pads for you while he'd stopped at the convenience store on his way home from work. You sent him a photo of the packaging of your favorite kind (ladies ... if you haven't tried pads by the brand called Honey Pot, you may be missing out; seriously -- give their pads and liners a try if you use said-products; Idk if they make tampons or not ...) & he came back with 2 packages, plus a baggie of your favorite chocolates & 2 cans of your favorite energy drink.

You involuntary emit a hiccup & swipe a hand across your eyes, in a poor attempt to dry your tears. Realizing this effort is futile, you reach for a handful of toilet paper to blow your nose, hoping Minho doesn't hear you being emotional in the bathroom. 🤧🫣 Straining your ears to hear, all "appears" quiet from the sanctuary of your & his shared bedroom.

Rubbing one hand absentmindedly over your stomach, you hold his note in your other hand & begin to read.

To my dearest baby, You are so very beautiful in each & every way. Don't let anyone ever tell you different. Thank you for being mine. Hugs & kisses, ~~your Kitty 🐱🐾😘 (P.S. I hope these are the right pads.)

You bend over in half again, your chin is resting on your knees. You cry for real this time, not caring two fucks if Minho hears you. The amount of love from such simple words never fails to take your breath away & you feel your heart swell with love for your boyfriend. Usually, such a note would only ever make you smile softly to yourself ... at best! Yet for some reason, his words tug on your heartstrings more than you realize. You chalk this up to your emotions being all over the place in recent days, not just due to pre-PMS periodness symptoms. From your parents' apartment lease being renewed for another year, to your dad's job being topsy-turvy/ toxic workplace, to your own unsuccessful attempts at finding employment and having a large amount of credit card debt {a large amount to you, tho maybe small to others...}, you haven't been able to discern if you've been coming or going.

You take a short, stuttering breath, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth. You don't feel like you're going to throw up, not really, yet a wave of period-nausea sweeps over you all the same. You press Minho's little note to the side of your face and take several more deep, cleansing breaths. You instantly have his words memorized & you let the love he's conveyed sweep over you, grounding you back to earth and quelling your racing heart.

Placing the note carefully in the re-stocked basket where you keep your pads (for safe-keeping 💌), you finish up your business & clean yourself up the best you can. You look behind you on the lid of the toilet's tank & find Minho has also replenished your favorite flushable wipes. A new package sits there & what would you know ... it's your favorite brand! You didn't even ask him to get these, yet he went and bought them anyway. 🥹

You let yourself quietly cry some more as you wash your hands with your favorite lavender hand soap. Drying your hands on your favorite hand towel that hangs on a small towel rack above the toilet, you pick up the pack of wipes and shake your head. Holding the wipes in one hand, you reach for your Vicks-scented tissues with the other & pull one out of the box. Blowing your nose 2 times in a row (Minho can for sure hear this noise of yours), you close your eyes and breathe in-out again. {Everyone, whatever you do ... do not DO NOT wipe your eyes with Vicks-scented tissues!!!!!! 🫣🫣🫣 They are quite strong and for your nose only!! They may irritate your eyes and no one wants that.}

Walking swiftly to the bathroom door, wipes in hand, you flick off the light and leave the door ajar behind you. The sight that greets you when you re-enter the bedroom has your boobs swelling even more and your tits poking out at full attention.

Minho is laying on his side, facing towards you. He has one hand resting under his head and his other hand is laying casually on his hip. He's still very much naked. His dick is still just as rock-hard as it was before and lays out before him on the bed linens, oozing and looking like the most delicious popsicle you've ever tasted. 🍆🍭💦🥵

I guess it's a good thing I brought these out with me, you say to him, coming to a stop by the side of the bed, right where he's laying.

Why is that, my lovely?

You're making a mess & I'm going to have to clean up your puddle. Look what you've done, naughty Kitty, you say, pointing to the very wet & noticeable stain his precum has made from where his dick has been resting against the sheet.

Kitty is sorry, you hear your boyfriend mumble. Can Mommy clean me up?

Yes, Mommy is more than happy to do that for you, you answer. But first, I need you to feel something out for me, you continue cryptically. Walking the 2 steps over to the bedside table, you set the wipes down and move to sit cross-legged on the bed next to Minho.

What is it? he asks you, sitting up to face you properly.

Well, it's 2 things really.

What is it? he asks again, cutely wringing his hands in child-like anticipation.

Being just as desperate for relief as Minho's dick no doubt is, you decide to get right into it. First, I need you to get your hand nice and wet for me with your precum. Then, I need you to feel how clean I've got my ass for you, with that same hand, you tell him.

Minho's eyes almost pop out of his head at your words. He instinctually spreads his legs on either side of you and begins fisting his swollen cock, spreading already copious amounts of cream all over himself and his hand.

Mommy, really?! REALLY??!! he asks you again.

Yes, Kitty, really. Now, be a good boy & let me see your hand.

Minho sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and reluctantly removes his hand from his thoroughly soaked dick. His hand is positively glistening and some of his precum drips down his hand and onto his forearm. Yup, he's that wet already (& there's not a bottle of lube in sight). 💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵

Grasping his wrist in your left hand, you jerk his wet hand towards your face, not that you need further inspection of his efforts. Oh, such a good Kitty for me, you purr at him. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his dick twitch slightly at your praising words. You have an innate sense for being able to tell how close your boyfriend is to actually cumming and you correctly surmise that he's more than close.

I need to make sure your hand is the right amount of wet for my asshole, Kitten. And the only way I want to do that right now is this, you coo at him. Before he has a chance to respond, you suck his soaked pointer finger into your mouth and lick it clean.

Minho lets out another strangled gasp and barely manages to stutter out, Kitten needs to feel how clean Mommy's asshole is for him, PLEASE!!! Yet you hear him and promptly pull his finger from between your lips with a loud & lewd pop.

Go ahead & make me cum, Minho, you whine. And for fuck's sake, please fucking hurry. I may be on my period, yet I'm so close! 💦😭

I'm close too, y/n, he croaks out. Turn around for me then.

As fast as you can on your rather lumpy bed, you turn around and present your ass end to Minho. You hear him give his cock a few more slick pumps, making sure all of his fingers are thoroughly coated. You then feel as he presses his dick up against your ass, though he makes no move whatever to push himself inside in any way.

Gonna feel your sweet little hole now, Mommy, he coos back at you. Dipping both his hands past the back waistband of your panties, he quickly spreads your ass cheeks apart so he can dip one hand down your crack to finger your asshole.

You quickly stabilize yourself on your hands and knees & in the next second, you feel Minho's middle finger circle your rim, tapping on the outer edges of your hole once ... twice ... three times. You feel your orgasm approaching & you screw your eyes shut and forcefully bite your bottom lip between your teeth to stave off the feeling, at least until your boyfriend gets a finger in you. One solitary finger, that's all your ass needs. Just one, for fuck's sake! 💦💦💦👆🏻💦💦💦 Then he pushes his finger in, all in one go. The moan that leaves your mouth is more than pornographic.

AH, FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, MINHO KITTEN, AHHHHHHH, you holler out. I'm so fucking close! 😭💦💦💦😭🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻

Baby, don't say that! I haven't even gotten in a second finger. How can you be this close to cum---, Minho's words are cut off as he feels your asshole clench so hard around his middle finger, it's all he can do to keep himself from creaming against the backside of your panties.

I'M CUMMING, you moan out, more or less finishing his sentence for him. Again, you chalk it up to monthly hormones, a rise in estrogen or whatever else (in addition to natural horniness) that's surging through your system to cause you to cum so quickly. Your cunt spasms around nothing and you're not worried if you accidentally pee yourself, since you're wearing a slightly thicker pad. (Even when you're not on your period, you don't mind feeling your squirt-slick drenching your panties & thighs afterward, yet if it's anything to do with pee, that's a no-go for you. And Minho knows this about you too.)

Kitten, your hole is so beautiful, he croaks out from behind you. Leaning over your shoulder, he puts his lips right next to your ear 👂🏻🗣 & hoarsely stutters out, Need your hand around my dick ... like yesterday. He gives your fluttering asshole a few more loving pumps in-out in-out with his finger, then withdraws his drenched digit.

Flopping back onto the bed behind you, you hear him moan again. Turning back around just as quickly as before, you direct him to lean up against the headboard of the bed. He hastily complies, then makes the cutest set of grabby hands for you, that you've ever seen. 🥹👐🏻 You settle next to him, your left thigh pressing up against his left thigh, you're sat facing him.

Left tit, I need it, he whines. Tears have beaded up at the corners of his eyes and one drop does in fact trickle down his cheek. 💧

Here, Kitten, it's right here, you whisper. You adjust yourself, cupping your left breast in your hand and presenting it to him. He leans forward, whispers a barely audible I love you to you, then attaches his lips around your left nipple.

You gently & softly run your fingers through his hair as he begins to suckle. Humming one of his favorite songs (☀️You Are My Sunshine☀️), you look down and watch as he open-mouth suckles on your tit, then re-attaches his lips to your breast. It makes your eyes tear up and a few drops fall into his hair as you watch him leave the sweetest kitten licks ever around your nipple, gently pushing and pulling your left breast as he nurses and kneeding the other one with his hands. Minho doesn't notice your latest batch of tears, yet he does hear you quietly humming the song and moans along with you, still suckling you the entire time.

All too soon, you end the song after just one verse. Minho is still very much absorbed in nursing from you, so you decide this is the perfect opportunity to reach down & touch his dick. What you feel has you practically salivating 🥵🥵🥵💦💦💦 :: his dick is rock-hard, very hot, and very swollen. You take a gentle, yet firm-enough hold on his shaft and begin sliding your hand up and down, up and down, up and down. 🫳🏻🫳🏻🫳🏻💦💦💦🍆🫴🏻🫴🏻🫴🏻 He moans around your breast, temporarily detaching his lips from your left nipple, and buries his face in between your boobs.

Wanting to return the favor & check in on him as he's already done with you, you kiss the crown of his head and ask, Is my kitten ok?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is just fine.

Is Kitten close?

Yes, Mommy, your Kitten is so fucking close. Please ...

Please what?

Please, Kitten wants to cum for you! Minho whines out.

Aww, Minho baby, I love you too, you coo at him. 🥹 Speaking around the lump of emotional tears in your throat is beginning to take its toll on you, so your next statement is your last audible one for the time being.

Does Kitten want to suckle Mommy's tit while he cums for her? you ask.

YES, PLEASE. I am so wet and hard for you! Minho whine-cries.

Kissing Minho on the top of his head again, you again cradle your left breast in your hand and guide him to your chest. His lips waste no time in re-attaching themselves and he begins to suckle harder than before. Reaching back down with your other hand to his dick, you grasp a bit firmer and begin pumping him off in earnest. He barely makes it 3 more passes of your hand before he's biting your nipple in another "somewhat gentle" mating mark and suddenly your hand is coated in your favorite dessert of all time.

AHHHHH FUCK, KITTEN IS CUMMING, he whines for you. Jerking and pulsating in your hand, you keep kissing the top of his head as his lips leave your well-sated left nipple and he again buries his face in between your boobs.

Your hand does go completely still the instant you feel him start to cum for you. You know he's over-stimulated, just as you were yourself, so you don't want to make him uncomfortable or anything like that. There's a time and place for being over-stimmed sexually, yet now is not one of them.

His hips eventually stutter and stop moving completely as his body winds itself down from his orgasmic high. He keeps moving his nose up and down between your boobs, scenting you even though you both are spent from your orgasms.

Kitten loves you so much, he whispers as he lays back on the bed, gently pulling you with him. Neither of you mind one bit about being partially covered with cum and sweat. What's more important in this split second is cuddling and laying close to one another.

I love you too, my Minho, you whisper back. So, so much. 🥹🥹🥹

As you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the last thought to cross your mind is how lucky you are to have such a loving & attentive boyfriend. Your heart is full, your body sated to its fullest extent, your period cramps non-existent now & your mind happily spinning with a few random thoughts on how your next encounter with him might go.

a/n • What did you think, my fellow fanfic lovelies? 🥰 Did you like this little story? This was spur-of-the-moment, I wrote it over the span of just 2 days, which is a personal best for me. I hope I did justice to some of the themes in the 2 comments I listed at the beginning of this post. This is also the first fanfic of my own I've written & posted on here! 💜😍 This comfort story is also the first concerted effort I've made to write anything since August of last year, 2023. And while this is a fic where the main character is on her period in the story, at the time of me posting this I am not on my period, lol. 😄🙌🏻

p.s. • If you liked this story, please re-blog to share it and give me credit. 🙏🏻 While I do not have copyrights on my writings (either on here or AO3), just know that if you plagiarize something of mine {or someone else's}, Karma will come back to bite you in the fucking ass with a vengeance. 😎 No matter how someone identifies themselves, Karens aren't called Karens for no reason. You really wouldn't want to be marked as a KAREN, would you? 🤔 Didn't think so. 😌

@itsseohannbin @channieandhisgoonsquad @frenchkisstheabyss @queenmea604 @minnieprincess85 @moonlightndaydreams

#stray kids smut #stray kids fanfic #stray kids #minors do not interact #no minors please #fanfic smut #skz smut #minors dni #kpop masterlist #one shot #one shot story #lee know smut #lee know #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee minho x reader #lee minho smut

[clatterbane]

Back home from that second damned full general anesthesia gastroscopy session, and I survived. Just about. Feeling pretty rough about now, and very little of it is from the procedure itself. Still pretty full of Migraine Potion, of course, to make everything more pleasant.

But! This happened. Sure, the whole extra fuss of getting anesthesiology involved makes everything so much safer and better. Particularly with the T1 diabetes!

The main Dunning-Kruger part that I was referring to with the anesthesiologist I got hold of today was that she seemed to be operating under the strange idea that diabetes means that you need a constant supply of glucose, or you will go hypoglycemic. (As in, the exact fucking opposite of how anything works.) And that the long-acting insulin that I was not due to take would also somehow help keep my blood sugar from going dangerously low right then and there? Idek. Maybe she thinks that is a depot shot of extended release sugar? 🥴 (Again, it must be Opposite Day in the Anesthesiologyverse.)

There may have been some language/communication issues there. But yeah that really did not seem to be the main problem. This also was not an issue at all last time. It was definitely that anesthesiologist giving crazy instructions.

Hospitals are not a healthy place for T1 diabetics to end up anyway. There is so much piss-poor knowledge paired with God complexes going around. But, that's one of the strangest understandings that I have ever even heard of.

At least that was only half of my usual Lantus dose they insisted on giving me. So, when saying that it was not due for hours yet--and I that I did not want or need it--did not work? I went ahead and took the shit rather than go completely ballistic at them, because at least that was unlikely to do any actual harm. Guess I'll take the other half when the next dose is actually due, and hope the dosing disruption doesn't fuck me up too bad over the next few days.

(Though at least that was not my entire daily Lantus dose they were screwing with. I regularly take it twice a day, to help keep things steadier. So, a few units hours early should hopefully not make much difference.)

But yeah, I'm glad that nurse in the pre-op and after recovery post-op section did have more of a clue, saw what was shooting my blood sugar up immediately, and stopped the IV before it just kept climbing. Several more units of insulin later, and I am just feeling like slightly reheated shit after that little roller coaster ride. It could have been much worse, but that shit kind of scared me anyway.

Also glad it really isn't a long procedure, other than all the waiting and extra rigmarole compared to just going straight into an endoscopy room like I was doing before they decided to do this instead. They thankfully didn't have that long to pump my insulin-deficient ass full of liquid sugar.

Though, I did end up stuck for longer in the actual recovery room, getting glucosed up with no brakes, because the coughing from the intubation tearing up my throat triggered enough of an asthma attack this time when I did NOT have access to the inhaler I preemptively brought along after last time, that they ended up giving me this mask nebulizer treatment in there.

So much safer and better! 😒

But, I am finally home and now making some coffee.

And I am so glad that ordeal is over with for another month now. With some talk of shifting it to every 6 weeks after that. I really hope I don't get that same anesthesiologist again.

At any rate, I intend to be loud if I have to about NO FREAKING GLUCOSE. They were purposely not using it before.

#personal #venting #medical fuckery #t1 diabetes #gastroscopy #asthma #medical trauma #because yeah it kinda was

[jenyifer]

Pit Babe Ep 5 Initial Reaction

So made the mistake of watching this in two halves. My review might be last thirty heavy.

Let’s gooo

Alright but I feel like Babe skipping over how Charlie is even there is very out of character. Charlie doesn’t know the word No does he.

Good bad boy be good bad boying. He’s going a little over and beyond with fucking Winner then confronting Babe about how he loves him then looking into the sabotage more than Alan.

Yay!!! I knew they were brothers also!!! Way finally attacking Jeff. Feel like that was a long time coming. Also couldn’t help but thinking this sabotage would have benefited Dean a lot by the way. Dean also stayed late and filmed Jeff? Right?

I do love the nursing you back to health trope very very sweet although once again before the accident Babe let Charlie sleep by the door to his house. So…. Just gonna point that out.

Tony did injure Babe? Or not? If he did he could have pulled money immediately this is a delay. Also his loyal kiddo seems to be struggling with the brainwashing he needs his new ceo daddy Paul to take care of him

Or is Paul another victim of Tony? We are shown multiple kids. Paul is young and we need him to get with bodyguard guy. Idk Paul is hot I hope he gets a partner in this thing.

Oh Nooooooooo I have 2 thoughts on this

Boring: he is healing in a week so 🤷🏻‍♀️ also are his abilities dependent on how much he’s fucking cause that’s what it implied ep 1? Cause he’s a king alpha? Is he not banging Charlie? I thought it was just not happening on screen but maybe they ain’t bumping uglies.

Fun: Charlie’s plan is going perfectly. He heard about Babe’s accident from Jeff and put himself in the right place at the right time to care for babe and he’s been stealing Babe’s ability. Replacing Babe is what he wanted.

Extra fun: Charlie and Jeff are test tube babies of Paul’s and they’ve been putting Babe more and more under his control muahahhaha double orphans into killing machines for no beneficial reason.

Okay but babe wanting Charlie to replace him is actually crazy. Why Babe thinks this is a good idea I have no clue. I think it’s weird no one checked on him btw isn’t Way in love with him? Is Alan his friend?

I agree with Way. They should have more than two racers look at the size of their building they don’t have young racers doing like junior competition. I don’t understand the sport of racing. I know a little about Hockey the NHL has like junior league teams that they pull young people from and also that’s where a lot of their refs come from. I think each NHL team specifically has a junior team to pull from. You want to keep the young talent practicing with people their level then when you need them pull them up. So yeah Dean is the obvious choice Babe doing this would kill the moral of everyone. What’s the point in having the lower people if they never get a chance. In hockey this is why pre season games will have new players to test out. Sometimes they get in the main roster sometimes they go back down. Idk why Alan would entertain this. Also are Sonic and North the other junior racers?

(Side note I think I have been calling him Wen because he looks like Mixxiw and the other guy’s name is Alan I apologize)

I guess Alan sees this as an opportunity to see Jeff again even though Jeff has given him less than nothing.

#pit babe bl #pit babe the series #pit babe #pit babe ep 5 #charliebabe #Jenny’s watching

[valyalyon]

August, 2023

CW: Domestic violence, verbal and physical abuse, brief descriptive details of sexual violence. Minors DNI.

August 1, 2023. 9:00pm.

I’m a mom, now! I feel overjoyed, exhausted, and entirely overwhelmed by love. His name is Theo, and he’s just 2 hours old. I’m staring at him in the bassinet. He’s so sweet… My soul feels light for once. I always wondered if it was possible to feel this happy and free.

Harvey’s been hanging around, typical Harvey fashion he only wants to be around for the “important” windows of time. Not because he considered them important, but because he knew other people would be there and he wanted to save face. Anyway, he left 5 minutes after the nurses left the room, 10 minutes after the birth of our son.

I think he went back home. I don’t care.

I have Theo, and nothing matters. Love is a bond forged through shared experiences, and Theo had been mine long before his birth, and before mine.

August 4, 2023.

Back home with Harvey and Theo. Theo is still melting my heart with every second. I’ve been breastfeeding and staying up with him, making sure he’s clean and taken care of. He latches onto me easily, and hasn’t given me any issues. I don’t know why I’m so lucky, but I love him endlessly.

Harvey might not be the most emotional, but he is always financially taking care of us, and making sure I don’t have to work again until I’m ready. I’ve been working since I was 15, and while I have a full time job now, I’ve had 2-3 jobs at a time, for years. I’m just saying I’m tired.

Getting to spend this time with Theo, without having to worry about working to pay bills? It’s nice.

August 11, 2023.

I had been heating up pre-packaged meals for Harvey and I since I returned from the hospital, since I didn’t have the energy to stand in the kitchen and cook, and since Harvey absolutely refused to cook. On our 1 year wedding anniversary, 10 days after the birth of our son while I still hadn’t recovered, I decided to spend a little extra time to make him a fresh meal.

It took me a little longer than it would have if I was healed, but by the time he arrived home, the food was ready for him and I served it to him.

I walked to his side and kissed him, “Happy anniversary, Harvey… Thank you for everything you do for Theo and I.”

“Is this really what you fucking made?”

“What? You… you said you like this.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, are you stupid? Just because I like it, doesn’t mean I want it. Get me one of the packaged steaks or something,” his voice was getting louder, “hurry the fuck up!”

I quickly turned and started to get the packaged meal out of the fridge. I guess I wasn’t moving fast enough, because when I turned to walk to the microwave, I heard him get out of the chair violently causing it to screech against the floor.

“Harvey?”

He hit me right across the face. It was just a slap, but it was hard, “you’re fucking useless aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” I quivered in response, trying to get past him to microwave his meal for him.

He grabbed me and shoved me hard into the counters. He then grabbed my hair and threw me onto the ground. He picked up the food and put it in the microwave. He stood there waiting for it to finish, “stay on the ground, bitch. You don’t deserve to get up.”

August 30, 2023.

The second time that he beat me, he did it until I blacked out. A combination of punches, slaps, shoves… I don’t know, I disassociated during the beating.

When I came to after the black out, he was above me. He was inside of me.

“Harvey… We had to wait 8 weeks… Please, stop… You’re going to hurt me,” I was whimpering, the pain was already happening.

He put his hand over my mouth, and continued, even as the pain got worse for me, and I began to scream under him. Once he was finished, he pulled out and left to clean himself, leaving me to sit up.

I was laying on our bed, in a puddle of blood from what he had just done to me.

August 31, 2023.

Harvey held me and Theo in his arms today… he cried and apologized for the night before. I can’t leave him, Theo and I need him.

I keep seeing my bloody face in the reflection of Harvey’s eyes, above me — but I know I can’t go anywhere. This is the home I have created.

Note from Valya

Definitely one of the darker posts I’ve had to write for this story. Still, I hope it was a nice read and that D’s motivation to keep her family together was clear. See below for more of Dreams, Ink and Embers.

DIE MASTER LIST OR #LYONDIE

#bluestlyon #lyondie #literature #booklr #lovestory #dark romance #writers on tumblr #original story #storytelling #tw dv #tw rap3

[autismmydearwatson]

My plans for a Romeo and Juliet adaptation by me<3

The two families are crime families of the Italian mafia

It's the 1930s

They still talk in Shakespearean. Baz Luhrman that shit

The cause of the "ancient grudge" is heavily alluded to by older characters but never explained like Avengers Budapest

There's a scene after the banquet and before the balcony in which the lovers even ask peers and adults about the cause

But they all tell different versions

"They got divorced" -Mercutio

"The Montagues met our offer of alliance by stealing our money" -Nurse

"The Capulets spit in Don Montagues tea" -Benvolio

Instead of lecturing Romeo about Queen Mab, Mercutio goes on a tangent about Goncharov

Mercutio is crushing on Romeo

Tybalt is secretly a furry and only Juliet knows (guess what his fursona is. Guess)

"Do you fucking bite your thumb at us, bitch?"

When Romeo enters he's listening to West Side Story, eyeliner running down his face

Rosaline is a 30 year old woman who pities the 16 year old with a hopeless crush on her

Benvolio and Mercutio are Romeos bodyguards

Romeo is a femme tboy

Juliet is trans too

They're both pre-T and not out to their families yet.

This leads to Nurse telling Juliet Romeos deadname and not his chosen name, and vice versa with Nurse introducing Juliet to Romeo by her deadname. So for much of act 1 they don't know each other's real names

Which leads to Juliet: "wherefore art thou (deadname)? Deny thy father and refuse thy name" "tis but thy name that is my enemy". Romeo, hidden: "oh boy have I got news for her!"

Much of the balcony scene is them telling each other their chosen names, feeling seen for the first time by another

Only Tybalt knows about Juliets transition

Mercutio, Benvolio, and Romeos excursion into the party is actually Benvolios bright ide a to scam the Capulets out of their money

Until Romeo sees a pretty girl and almost blows the entire plan

In Mercutios speeches to Romeo ("be rough with love" "now art thou social" etc) he is applying Romeos lip gloss for him.

Bear with me

Everyone in the cast is dressed in dark tones in black except for the two leads in deep scarlet.

As Mercutio lays dying, he delivers the line "A plague on both your houses" as he smears his own blood on Romeos lips with his hand. As if applying lip gloss.

The friar and the prince are played by the same actor.

The "gallop apace" soliloquy is spoken alternately by both Romeo and Juliet

It is Benvolio who gives Romeo the poison

Romeo does NOT lay Paris in Juliets tomb as he requests.

After Romeo takes the poison and dies, an entire musical refrain plays, at the end of which Juliet finally awakens, and the music abruptly stops. Leaving the stage entirely silent as she screams in despair.

The families, ashamed by the tragedy, bury the lovers in modest graves. The play ends with Benvolio, alone, to deliver the final speech with two bags of money in his hand that he burns over their graves

#do you see my vision #romeo and juliet #Shakespeare #jaspers prattling

[five-by-five]

the psychs/nurses/etc i have to see during medical transition diagnosis are so fucking weird and misinformed im just gonna start listing shit they said because otherwise im gonna go insane

had to write a life story that THEY THEN READ OUT LOUD TO ME and started commenting on. which i guess is a basic thing which happens in more places. but on god them forcing you to write out childhood traumas and shit and then hearing some monotone richgirl read it in her faux snob accent (nederlanders die dit misschien lezen: ze had een zieke aangeleerde Gooische R) and then going "wow....heavy" without a shred of emotion is going to radicalise me

lead psychologist is two years younger than me. I am 26. at that age over here you're fresh out of psych master's degree. she is clearly and honestly inexperienced. why is she in charge of my diagnosis .

lead psychologist didn't believe i was working a fulltime job as a pharmacist... she looked me up on linkedin later, i saw it in my notifs

overall just assumptions that i want to ... dress more femininely once im further into my transition? they literally asked if i wanted to start wearing nail polish or some shit. like no? i am literally sitting across from them dressing traditionally masculine and passing and saying im comfortable with it???

"why didn't you just go on hormonal birth control if you hate your periods so much"

psych: "you should reconsider having your eggs frozen" me: "no <3 i do not want that. Also do you know what you have to inject in order to prime your body for the retrieval? (hormones that even make cis women who Actually Want Kids miserable?)" psych: "well i think you should reconsider anyway" -> i half contemplated walking out right then and there but i was paying €280 for that appointment and i cant switch psychs without being put on another waitlist so i had to smile and wave for it

"i don't think you're right about testosterone changing your chest" and she then deflected after i pointed out fat redistribution. girl WHAT

not a single word about bottom growth being a thing. literally zip. nada. it is an effect i am very much aware of and actively WANT but imagine being not super informed/preferring to get your info from your healthcare providers over google and encountering these people??? Lmaooo

nurse appt who was supposed to inform me about surgery (pre-intake) didn't know no-graft was a thing. didn't know how drains worked.

SHE ALSO SAID SHE DIDN'T THINK MY VOICE AND BODY HAIR WOULD CHANGE MUCH ON T WHICH LMAO. OKAY. OKAY. STAY TUNED LADS

#ugh

[locallyloathed]

Error Code #1345 (Chapter 1)

Yandere!Ted x Schizoid!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

CW: None yet, but it’s an I Have No Mouth fanfic, so it’s gonna get dark.

Thanksgiving. A time for family and friends to all come together, to celebrate their successes, and to show appreciation for the lives they lead. Even a small gathering can bring people together and forge bonds that last for decades. Having a long weekend to spend relaxing and catching up with loved ones can be considered one of the fondest joys in the heart of any true-blue American.

That being said, I’m one menial conversation away from slamming my head into the kitchen counter. Spending a week in the ICU with a concussion has never seemed more appealing.

Most of the family is used to this. Those who grew up around me and watched me mature firsthand disregard my existence in the kitchen, all having congregated in the living room after the meal had come to a conclusion with no more than ten words spoken in my direction. They had learned by now that it was an exercise in futility to attempt to pull me into the room for a chat. Those a bit more distanced from me in my childhood had put in a good effort, but were disheartened by my apparent lack of interest and had left me to my own devices. One might think they’d remember my social shortcomings after so long, but they always seem to find a new sense of misguided hope by the time November rolls around. The new arrivals, in particular those who hadn’t been pulled aside and given the standard psychology lesson on the way in, were the only constant thorns in my side this time of year. Luckily, it’s limited to one this time around. Unluckily, unfounded perseverance seems to be a virtue of theirs.

“So, anything exciting planned for Christmas this year? Are you spending it with us? Your mom was showing me Christmas photos of the last few years, and her house and tree look so pretty! Do you help her decorate?”

Take the fucking hint already, Jesus Christ. My usual tactics of arriving last to avoid the pre-meal small talk and hiding in the kitchen to avoid the post-meal small talk are proving ineffective against the newcomer. I can’t even recall who exactly brought them. A cousin, I think? Something about them not having anywhere to go this year and not wanting to be alone? God forbid anyone make the decision to not spend all five days off cozying up to a crowd of people. If the prying into your personal life to see if you have a “valid excuse” doesn’t drive you mad, the social repercussions of them deciding you don’t will. I don’t know which is worse: the faux sympathy and invitations to borderline strangers’ Christmas parties, or the guilt trips and patronization from every extrovert in a ten mile radius.

I’m dragged out of my thoughts by a startling snap an inch away from my nose. Jumping, I pull my gaze away from the glass of wine I’ve been nursing for the last half hour to see this stranger staring me dead in the eye, as though expecting something from me. The two of us spend more than a few uncomfortable seconds having an impromptu staring contest. Upon realizing that she had no intention of breaking the silence, I raise my eyebrows, waving a hand to prompt her to say what she has to say.

The woman huffs. “Guess that’s a no.” When I don’t respond, awaiting elaboration, she crosses her arms and looks away toward the rest of the party as if pouting. “I asked if you were even listening. And clearly, you weren’t.”

Moving my own gaze back to the glass of wine, I mutter, “Not really, no.”

She looks back at me, a startled sound not unlike a laugh escaping her. “And what, you aren’t even gonna apologize?”

I move to take another sip of alcohol, preparing myself for the conversation I can already see coming. Licking my lips, I give a slight shrug. “Eh, wasn’t planning on it, no.” At her offended reaction, I continue, “If I wanted to chat, I’d be in there,” I move my glass in a vague gesture toward the living room. “With the others. If you want to chat, you should be in there, too.”

“Well, excuse me for trying to cheer you up,” she says, straightening up. “You spent the whole meal staring at your plate, and I thought you’d like some company.”

“Again.” A more pointed gesture to the other room, where a small wave of laughter compels me to wait a moment before proceeding. “Chatroom’s in there. I’m just waiting on a ride.” To emphasize this, I pull out my phone and hold it up to show her the confirmation from Uber that a car was on its way. I unlock the phone, begin to scroll mindlessly through a random app and take another sip of wine.

Unimpressed, the woman prods, “Why’d you even come if you were gonna be such a downer?”

“Free meal, free alcohol.”

“Unbelievable.” She scoffs. “Is that really all your family is to you?”

Heaving a hefty sigh, I shut my phone back off, shove it back into my pocket, and rub my face. I can feel the frustration in me approaching its boiling point, wishing more than anything for a moment’s peace. “Look, I’m really not in the mood to explain myself to someone I doubt I’ll even see again. Just leave me alone already.”

“No, enlighten me,” she presses, reaching to grab the wrist of my free hand. Sensing the movement, I jerk away, nearly spilling my drink. Her hand stops in its tracks, but the irritation on her face remains. “What’s your problem?”

“Right now, it’s you.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

“God, your cousin was right. You’re so fucking rude.”

“I’m rude?” Setting the glass on the counter, I meet her stare, incredulous. “You show up to my family’s party, play pretend that you’ve been friends with us for years, pester the one person in the party that doesn’t want to play along, and somehow, I’m the rude one?”

The woman appears taken aback, stunned into a temporary silence. Just as she begins to regain composure, a new voice enters the tense atmosphere. “What’s going on in here?” My cousin’s head pokes around the corner, eyes narrowing as she zeroes in on me. “What did you do?”

I roll my eyes with a silent huff. “I didn’t do shit. She just refused to take a hint.”

Disregarding my answer, she looks from me to the woman, she asks, “What happened?”

“I don’t know!” she blurts out, pointing at me in accusation. “I was just trying to be nice and they started yelling at me!”

My cousin turns her gaze back to me, glaring daggers, as if daring me to respond. I meet the cold stare with a face of stone. She pipes up, addressing her friend without looking at her, “Did they now?”

A chime rings out from my back pocket. I give it my full attention, turning on the screen to see an announcement that my Uber driver was out front. I let out a small hum, reaching for the forsaken glass of wine on the counter and taking a big swig before dumping the remainder of the lukewarm liquor down the kitchen sink. As I look up, I see the two women continuing to stare at me. I point a thumb in the direction of the front door. “My ride’s here.”

Shaking her head, my cousin fully enters the kitchen, wrapping an arm around the stranger and herding her away to the living room with the rest of the family. I wait a moment before following them, veering hard to the side to walk straight for the door. If anyone notices me leaving, they don’t say anything. I dig around in the closet for my jacket, tug on my boots, and grab the door handle before sparing one last glance at my family. Only one is looking my direction; my mother, her face nigh unreadable. Was it disappointment that shown in her eyes? Irritation? Resignation? Maybe even shame? Whatever it was, it makes my heart sink into my stomach. Wrenching my eyes away, I pull open the door and step into the cold.

Frost nips at my nose from the moment I leave the warmth of the house, leaving me to huff out a breath to keep from sneezing. The rather unseasonal snow drifting down is thick enough that I have to squint through it to see the telltale cloud of exhaust from my idling driver. Shoving my hands into my pockets, I awkwardly make my way through the piling snow built up along the pavement, careful not to misstep and tumble into the icy yard. I strongly doubt the Uber driver would be too keen on letting me into their car while I’m soaking wet, and I have NO intentions of going back into that house.

Upon my approach, the passenger side window rolls down, revealing a man who appears to be in his 50’s, maybe even 60’s. He hollers out my name, and I give a curt nod in response before doublechecking his own. With a smile, he reaches over to his door and I can hear the lock click open. I open the rear door, shivering, sitting down sideways to shake the snow off my boots before sliding in the rest of the way and shutting the door behind me.

“Lotta cars parked out here!” His voice is gravelly, and from the smell of cigarette smoke that seems to cling to the air, I can hazard a guess as to why. “Must’ve been a hell of a party!” I glance up after buckling my seatbelt to see him looking at me through the rear view mirror. Just when I thought I might get some quiet time…

“Something like that,” I say, leaning back against the headrest. I begin to sort through my mental list of excuses to get strangers to leave me alone. I hated every second? Raises way too many invasive questions with no “right” answers. It was actually a funeral? High risk of pity, and I don’t have the energy to keep that lie going if he presses me. Deciding nothing beats the classics, I close my eyes and say in my bleariest tone, “Gave me a hell of a headache to match.”

I hear him give a sympathetic hum and put the car in drive, feeling the car strain momentarily against the piling snow before shifting forward onto the road. “That’s a shame. I won’t bother you none, then. You just get you some rest.”

Thank god.

I turn my head toward the window, cracking my eyes to watch the buildings roll past. Most of the windows are dark, and the driveways barren, only for one to appear fully lit up with a caravan parked in the front yard. I muse over the emotions in each packed home as they go by. If I try, I can see it in my head; moms and their sisters gossiping as they clean up the dinner table, older cousins trying to scare the younger ones before getting smacked in the head by a grandparent, uncles all sitting in the living room laughing up a storm at some half-baked comedy show on tv, moody teenagers hiding away in some corner to avoid the others.

Huh. I was one of those teenagers once. A lot of my cousins were too. So why did it only stick to me? The houses become less focused as I retreat further into my head. I know the clinical reasons, of course. Emotional neglect, abandonment issues, unlucky lot in the genetic lottery, all the good stuff. But it feels… unfair. I don’t want to be like them. I like my life. I like having my routines, and my privacy, and my own little fortress of solitude. But, then there are times like now, when the introspection that usually keeps me entertained makes me face a fact I try to avoid: I... want to want to be like them.

The little voice in the back of my mind that I’ve gotten good at snuffing out rears its head, trying to make me want to try and socialize, make me want to be all smiles and laughs in the living room with my family. It always re-emerges this time of year; just something in the air, I suppose. I tried to satiate it when I was younger, but it always felt like I was just playing a part to appease the people around me, and the overall experience just left me more bitter than ever. The voice shut up for a good long while, but when the time comes to stand amidst sparkling lights and the chill of the first snow, it crawls out of hibernation, begging, pleading for something more than an empty home and a solitary existence.

But, like always, I beat it back with rationale until it finally concedes, slinking it back into the recesses of my mind. I’m like this for a reason. People are fickle at best and plain exhausting at worst, and the less of them I have in my life, the better for everyone. Is it lonely? Sure. Humans are social creatures, and my nature runs counter to all the programming my DNA has. The hand I’ve been dealt sucks, but it’s what I have, and I’m gonna play it.

I mull over these thoughts for the duration of my ride, the blurry, meaningless silhouettes along the road pulling me deeper into my thoughts before forcing me back out as the car pulls to an abrupt stop. As I blink the haze from my vision, I make out the outline of my home, which appears almost foreign in the bleak lighting and heavy snowfall. The driver turns to me and says something that I don’t quite catch, dragging me all the way back to consciousness. Sitting up and stretching, I ask, “Sorry, what was that?”

The old man grins. “That good a nap, huh?” A soft, wheezing laugh forces itself through his throat, dying out as he notices my lack of response. “Just checkin’ that this is the place. Look right to you?”

With a curt nod, I unbuckle my seatbelt and double check my pockets. Phone, check. Earbuds, check. Bag of sweets discretely swiped from the party, check. Assured that it’s all there, I move to open the door, the cold wind forcing its way into the space. The shudder that makes its way up my stiff spine feels almost painful, garnering a brief wince of discomfort.

A spared glance at the rear view mirror reveals the man’s face, twisted into a look of concern. “You sure you’re alright there? Awful weather, and between you and me…” He turns in his seat to face me proper, leaning in as if to tell me a secret. Against better judgement, I lean in as well as he murmurs, “I’m gettin’ a real bad feeling something awful’s brewin’. Feel it in my bones.”

Sunken eyes bore deep into my own, and his wrinkled face reveals no trace of jest. Instead, as I sit in the cold, I find myself meeting a gaze of trepidation and pure, animalistic fear. Another shiver, not from the atmosphere outside the car, but from the one within it. Forcing myself to look down, I’m careful to keep the anxiety out of my voice. “I appreciate the concern, sir, but I can handle myself.”

He doesn’t look convinced. But, the icy wind seems to have finally reached him, snapping him out of his reverie. The stranger nods, straightening up in his seat. “Reckon you can. Yes, I reckon you can. Even so, you just be careful, you hear?” Eager to get into my warm home and out of this bizarre conversation, I give a hum of acknowledgment before fully sliding out of the car. I can almost feel the man taking a breath to continue, and I hasten to slam the door behind me and make for the front door. As I unlock it, the car’s headlights leave my peripheral, followed by the grumbling sounds of the engine. Finally, some peace and quiet.

Trudging my way through the entry way, I kick off my boots, take off my coat, and toss both haphazardly into the front closet. I shut the door and lean my forehead onto the cold wood, feeling as if my head were made of lead. Just as I think I may fall asleep standing up, the soft patter of footsteps and a deep chirp bring a tired smile to my face. On cue, a large black cat trots into the foyer, and I watch in bemusement as his furry, upside-down face pops out between my feet, staring up at me and giving a louder, more demanding chirp.

With an exaggerated sigh, I lift up the hefty animal, holding him close to my chest as he begins to rumble in approval. “Hey, bud,” I murmur, rubbing his side as I take a moment to appreciate the serenity. The cat wriggles in my arms to look me in the eye, and as I blink lazily at him, he melts further into my hold. I give him a soft squeeze, and receive a slight indignant chirp in response. I chuckle as I stroll into the kitchen, confirming that his food bowl is nearing empty. “Always just want something from me, don’t you?”

Thoroughly unamused by my deadpan accusation, the cat struggles in my arms. I release him, letting him thump to the floor and watching him patter over to the food cabinet, working in futility to open it despite his lack of thumbs. I move him to the side with my foot to grab the bag and nearly trip into him as I begin to scoop the pellets into the feeder. Going through the familiar process of filling up his bowl lulls me further into sleepiness. I entertain the notion of showering, washing my face, curling up in bed, but every step of my usual process feels daunting when weighed against my exhaustion. Deciding to do none of that, I instead stop to run my hand down my cat’s back as he chomps away, relishing in the soft purrs he emits. “Good boy.” I know he can’t understand me, but I like to think he knows what I mean.

As my mind continues to unwind, the old man’s strange warning staggers into my brain, and I feel my stomach twist slightly. He was just messing with me, right? Just a weird old guy that gets a kick out of telling spooky stories to strangers to freak ‘em out. Creeps like that are a dime a dozen around here, and getting all anxious over their words is just giving them what they want. No matter how much I reassure myself, every blink conjures an imagine of the fear in his eyes, leaving me with an empty sense of dread deep in my soul.

The feeling of something bumping onto my knee pulls me back. The cat appears to have finished eating and has now taken to rubbing against me, nearly knocking me over in my unbalanced crouch. A huff of a laugh escapes me as I give him a good scratch behind the ears. Pushing myself off the ground, I stumble into my living room, flopping down onto the couch. I barely have time to flip onto my back before a solid weight lays itself across my stomach. I debate moving him to change into something more comfortable than jeans and a thick winter shirt, but the soothing rumbles against my body shut down that train of thought quickly. My eyes, already tired from the evening’s events, drift closed without a fuss.

I don’t know how long I spent unconscious, whether it was a few minutes or several hours, but I do know the pain of a fifteen pound cat launching itself off my stomach startled me back into the real world. Claws graze the flesh of my stomach as I hear the solid slam of him hitting the floor and scurrying towards the kitchen. Bolting upright, I squint in the darkness, trying to locate the shadow that almost managed to scratch me through my shirt.

I catch a glimpse of bright green eyes, wide and unblinking, darting around the room as though to catch a glimpse of an unseen predator. This is an animal that has gotten into fights with dogs ten times his size and launches himself onto the kitchen cabinets with nary a thought, and he’s never once looked as small and vulnerable as he does in this moment. Concern courses deep in my body, and I drag myself off the couch to approach him. Crouching down to his level a few feet away, I begin to coo in a sleepy tone. “Buddy? You alright?” As my eyes adjust, I can make out his rough shape, his long fur sticking straight out, making his already considerable silhouette even bigger. When he doesn’t come any closer, or even seem to acknowledge me, concern begins to curdle into dread. “What’s wrong, bud? What hap-“

The earth shudders and groans deep beneath my feet, knocking me off balance and sending me crashing to the hardwood floor and sending the cat into another fit of hysterics. I regain my wits, scrambling to my feet and stumbling to the kitchen window to scour the dark world outside for a hint as to what just happened. Car alarms blare in surround sound, and I see several lights turn on in windows adjacent, but nothing appears to have caused such a sudden disturbance. I can feel the ground begin to rumble again, less powerful, but unstopping. I rush to my front door, hands tripping over each other as I rip open the closet to pull on my coat and fumble with my boots before stepping out into the pandemonium.

The alarms are louder now, filling the world with a piercing shriek as if the air itself were a wounded animal begging for release. I watch from the porch as neighbors stumble out into the deep snow, some with sobbing children clutched in their arms, others wielding guns as if they planned on shooting the freak earthquake to death. At least, I think it’s an earthquake. What else could it be?

At that moment, with a blinding flash of light, I watch in frozen horror as an explosion emerges in the distance. An invisible wave is sent hurtling towards my neighborhood, and I barely have time to brace myself against the doorframe as it washes over me. My very existence is shaken, my ears left ringing, but I can hardly complain as I watch those around me drop to the ground in an instant. I barely have time to process whether they’re even still alive before my eyes are drawn to that distant light once more, and the ache of sheer, existential terror that crashes over me is second to none.

The undeniable, expanding silhouette of a mushroom cloud forces itself deep into my soul.

Unable to look away, I watch the nightmarish blemish on the night loom closer and closer to my home. The rumbling is deeper now, as though taunting me. In what I imagine are my final moments, I throw a mindless prayer into the void: someone - an angel, a god, a demon, I don’t care - please, someone, anyone, help me!

For a silent, terrible second, the world goes still. I feel the ground beneath my feet tremble, and then I don’t feel it at all. The terrors I bear witness to fall away. Or, rather, I fall away. Air whizzes past my face at such an immense speed it hurts my eyes. The light, much further above me that it should have ever been, illuminates my environment, if only for a second. It’s not rocks or dirt that line the inexplicable chute I find myself in.

It’s metal. Rusted, corroded, warped metal. And there’s no end in sight.

As instantaneous as it arrived, the light is snuffed out as I register the slam of said metal crashing together above my head. I guess that’s one problem solved, but I struggle to celebrate my newfound “safety” as I continue to hurdle down into the depths of the earth. The only things racing faster that the wind in my ears are the questions in my brain.

What happened up there?

Who saved me?

Where am I going?

Why do I feel like I’m the unlucky one?

The rapid fire questions, the sudden disturbance of my sleep, and the sheer shock of it all makes me dizzy. As I feel myself lose consciousness, I get the feeling something awful is brewing.

I can feel it in my bones.

Next

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[forabeatofadrum]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you @wellbelesbian for the tag! Here goes:

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

... 162. what the FUCK.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,323,028. WHAT THE FUCK

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Well, almost half of those 162 fics are Glee fics. My other two bigger fandoms are Check, Please! and the Simon Snow Series.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Everything will be alright, the only Brooklyn Nine-Nine fic I have ever written.

All shall know the wonder, probably my favourite Check, Please! fic that I've written, so hooray!

The last to know, which was a reaction fic for the end of year 3 of Check, Please!

How lucky we are to be alive right now, which is my first ever Carry On fic and I don't even like it that much anymore, but I guess it's the origin story yada, yada.

The 2020 Young America New Year’s Eve Gala, my sole Red, White & Royal Blue fic. I wrote it in 2020, but thanks to the movie, it got a lot more views and kudos.

I am actually surprised (but also not, I think I have seen this before) that there is no Glee fic in this list. My Glee/Klaine fic with most kudos is the 15th on the list!!! (It's Myosotis sylvatica, by the way.) (My goddamn Love, Victor fic is higher on the list WACK!!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No. I do read all of them, but I always feel super awkward responding. Idk. It's a me problem, I guess. So I only respond when I have something specific to say or if a comment totally blows me away and I want to at least acknowledge that. Although... I am behind on that as well.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm. Does Your heart is in your chest again, not hanging from your sleeve count? It's a Next to Normal AU Klaine story, and if you know the musical, you know.

There's also My rose-coloured boy, a pre-Wayward Son Snowbaz fic that shows that Simon is not dealing with shit and it has an unhappy ending, I suppose, but it also fits in canon so does it count, because in canon, the entire Snowbaz story does have a happy end.

OH WAIT A HOT MINUTE THERE IS ALSO MY WIP Dalton 8 Days of Wrath. That fic is supposed to be Sad Shit Only!!!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I love writing happy endings, so I am not sure which one is the happiest.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope, luckily.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. I uhhhh have a whole ass essay on why I don't.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yes, I am one of those "how can I Klaine-ify" bitches. The craziest is probably my Glee/Animal Crossing fic Wandering. I don't like it THAT much, but it was fun. I also had a very extensive, not-published Glee/Barbie Mariposa and the Fairy Princess crossover (yeah) once.

And I've been talking for ages about how I will one day write a Glee/Winx Club crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I unfortunately assume that it's happened, since ya know, AO3 scrapers.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I know someone wanted to translate Charms & Pearls into Italian, but I don't know it's happened. @klaineship2 also translated one of my Hearing verse fics into German: Musik nur, wenn sie laut ist. I once read this translation out loud and sent it to my German friend @vreniii and I may have hurt her ears.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Call Me Maybe, my aroace Agatha fic with @captain-aralias and Stage Fright, a Halloween Klaine fic with @spookyklaine, @esperantoauthor, @justgleekout, @snarkyhag, sopheadraws, MissFlurry and keyiqiang.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

(Yes, Alex, I still say OTP.)

Klaine. Look, I will be a Klainer 12 till the day I die. You will catch me crying over Teenage Dream (gcv) at the nursing home.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have... so many WIPs. So. Many. WIPs. I don't want to give up on them yet.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I can write dialogue and that I can be pretty funny.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Alex, I so feel you on the second hand embarrasment thing with sappy stuff. I also bitch a lot about not being able to write romantic endings. I also have struggles with describing movement.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I mean. I have done it before, most noteably Paradiso, aap noot mies and Ik was meteen ondersteboven., so I am down for it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Published? Glee.

When I was a wee child writing stories about other media, Winx Club and Harry Potter, although I never published those.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

OH. Oof. In no order, split by my 3 main fandoms (because I cannot narrow it down!):

For Klaine: Myosotis series (especially part 1 and 5), Mendacious, I’d cry a river just for you, All the pretty things that we could be and Ljubim te.

For Snowbaz: Paradiso series (especially part 1 and 3, rip part 2), Time After Time and make a fire out of this flame.

For Zimbits: All shall know the wonder and Center Ice.

Forgive me for not tagging anyone. I am taking the lazy "everyone is free to do it!" approach because I am tired!!!

#tag game

[gayelectro]

*grabs you gently* tell me about your self ships, if you’ll like!

EEEEEEEEEE, I LOVE TO RAMBLE, THANK YOU!!! 🌈

I guess I can talk about how I came around to self ship to begin with?

I did have lots of casual "flings" and crushes for sure in my past, but I never really self shipped. I end up crushing on just about any character that my wife writes with me in RPs or even characters that my ex-fiance would write back in the day! I started dabbling in the idea of actually self shipping with Hypnopotamus and Big Mama from Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles back when that was airing. (Think around 2018 to pre-pandemic 2020.) We usually just wrote one off dates or misadventures and there wasn't much more than that. I also kept it very private too, too shy and worried about people being mean.

I think that started getting me comfortable with actually writing myself with a fictional character. What are my traits? How do I act in a relationship that doesn't start online first? All things to really figure out about myself!

And I also had a brief little "I can fix him" moment with Emperor Nefarious from the new Ratchet and Clank game. I think the character's design is really hot, but to be honeeeest, he's a pretty flat character with hardly any screentime in a franchise that I only have a tangential connection to. This resulted in a short fizzle, I just couldn't make it last with just so little. So I realized that what I was looking for in a self ship was a lot more than just initial magnetic attraction, it had to be more substantial.

And then I ended up falling head over heels for Bull Armor!

It was slow at first. His introduction into the plot of the show got me invested to begin with. But even so, then I was like "psssh, there's no way I can find Leaguers attractive though". I love robots and all, but Leaguer proportions are still strange. They're so chibi and yet they all also loom over most humans. Yet inevitably though, something clicked and I was just doomed.

Everything about him and his story just compels me. The way that he's so kindhearted and gentle, yet it never comes into question how powerful and strong he is. How trauma impacted his every waking day after the accident and getting to see him heal from it and make lifelong friends. And his resume is accidentally so long in the weirdest ways, and yet it works! Former (but diagraced) pre-championship football runner and quarterback, robot nurse, soccer goalie for the World Championship... Also he's bull themed, fuck it, as if he didn't have enough going on!

(Art by @/pixlezq )

I love him! He's really the only character I truly consider my "F/O". My wife writes Bully for me and we've got a bunch of plotlines and a whole timeline of our relationship and a couple silly AUs and just lots of cute sappy shippy stuff!

Something I really like about shipping with him is that I think he'd find the way humans function to be fascinating and genuinely beautiful. I'm constantly smitten with the idea of him loving me even more as I age, because humans transform and grow in ways not attainable by robots. I've never thought "I want us to grow old together" before about a fictional character, so it feels extra deep and special that he brings that out in me. I feel more excited about entering what some people disparagingly refer to as "twink death"-- I'm getting hairier and fatter on testosterone and I think it rocks. And I think that a lot of that confidence comes from obviously not just my own joy at how my body is changing, but also because I can imagine he'd be in love with it too.

(Art by @/thebeardedladyofthelake )

Overall, I love this guy! Plus it feels like just the human/robot relationship in the context of the Shippu! Iron Leaguer universe has such an endless array of questions to answer! I feel like we'll never run out of stuff to write about us. Plus, it just makes me happy when I'm stressed.

#long post // #Buruburi #original Buruburi content #magicalmousey

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Three.

(This takes place in S1E6, for reference)

She looked at the small thirteen on her wrist. They’d gotten matching tattoos on her last birthday in Albuquerque, 13 for the date they’d met - a normal day one August, walking out of her first day of high school in a new city.

Jesse had friends already, he’d grown up there. Ellie was new, lonely, bored already. She’d buried her parents two months before, moved in with her barely functioning grandmother into a decent apartment - the transition wasn’t so hard, Santa Fe was similar enough to Albuquerque.

But before him, she’d thought she would sleep through the four years before moving away for college, and suddenly she was completely immersed in the here and now of this desert city. Pinkman drew her aside one day in the parking lot and everything after was about a world made up of him and her. Everyone and everything else was background noise.

Now, in the hospital staff lounge where she was eating her shitty pre-packed lunch she stared at it. Wondered if he looked at it often too.

Was it always a dumb idea, a matching tattoo? Even if he wasn’t in her life the way he used to be, she knew he was a part of her forever. Maybe the best and worst part at once.

“Ellie?” a voice broke her out of her thoughts. One of the nurses.

“Yeah? What’s up?”

“Patient in room 304 is asking for you, Mrs. Ackermann.”

She wiped her mouth with a napkin and threw away the half of the sandwich she had left.

“Be right there.”

***

It wasn’t often that she went to the Oncology unit, but she saw his name and ran straight over.

A line of six or seven patients in comfortable reclining chairs sat along the wall. Mr. White was the next to last.

She walked over and sat on the empty chair next to him.

“Can I call you Walter now?” she smiled.

“Elena Sanders! What are you doing here?” he smiled back.

“I work here now.”

“I’m so glad, it’s so good to see that!”

“You shouldn’t be surprised I was the only A+ in your class.”

“Ellie, you were also dating,” he stammered for a moment, his face betraying something, though she couldn’t tell what.

“Pinkman?” she laughed.

“Pinkman,” he looked down at his hands and shook his head slightly.

“We broke up when I went to med school.”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I’m glad you went. Regardless of, uh, Jesse.”

“Have you seen him around?”

“Have you?”

“A few times, but no, not really.”

“Oh, good, good. I mean, not like that, just, you know,�� he waved his hand.

“Yeah,” she glanced down, and then gestured to the chemo bag, “well, how’s this going?”

“I guess you can imagine,” Walter sighed.

“More from my grandmother than from medicsl

school,” Ellie said, “I didn’t specialize in Oncology. But how are you feeling? How’s Mrs. White?”

“We’re fine, you know, it’s all a complicated process, but holding up.”

“If I can ever help you in any way, just let me know. I’ll give you my new number, you can also give it to Skylar.”

“Thank you, Ellie, really,” he said, nodding and smiling as she wrote down her number. “It was lovely seeing you.”

***

Jesse was in the RV when Walter slammed the door on his way in.

“You haven’t said anything about this to anyone right?”

“What the fuck man? No.”

“No one?!”

“Jesus, Mr. White, what the fuck? No, no one knows shit, why are you being all paranoid and crazy?” Jesse turned away, and mumbled “bitch.”

“I saw Ellie Sanders.”

“Where?”

“That’s not the point, Jesse.”

“Whatever, man, no, we barely talk.”

“Good,” he backed away.

“Good? Like you were always telling her in high school, good like she’s too good for me?”

“No, Jesse -“ he gestured with his hands, “good as in no one can know about this. About us.”

“Whatever, man. No one knows.”

***

Ellie went to see Mr. and Mrs. Pinkman again for the first time. It had all gone well, until when they were saying goodbye.

“I’m happy to see you so much, sweetie,” Diane had said, “and you know, when one day you meet a lucky guy I hope you bring him around.”

Ellie must’ve made a face.

“Oh, you know,” Diane went on, “Adam and I love Jesse. But he doesn’t deserve you. We know you’re too good to date him.”

“Right,” something snapped inside Ellie. “I’ll see you.”

She practically stormed down the driveway and into her car, turning the music loud before backing out of her spot and driving over the speed limit.

She ignored the turn towards her apartment and drove in a mad daze towards Jesse’s place.

Ellie knocked on the door loudly. She heard shuffling inside and knocked again.

A tired, disgruntled Jesse opened, rubbing the back of his head until he reacted to seeing her. He was wearing a yellow hoodie, his hair a mess.

She didn’t say anything, just wrapped her hands around his neck and pressed herself to him, kissing him violently. He reacted instantly, pulling her inside and kicking the door shut behind her.

He shrugged off his hoodie and put one of his arms around her waist, touched her hair with the other one, groaning already against her mouth.

It was faster, more intense than any time they’d kissed before.

She tossed off her sweater and he pulled off her shirt. They fell onto the couch, her legs straddling him. In between kisses and hair pulling, she took off his shirt.

She hiked her skirt up and he unzipped his jeans, and without taking anything else off, forgetting even to get a condom, she began riding him there and then.

“Fuck,” he moaned against her chest, “fuck, yes.”

She let out a loud moan as he pulled her hair, licked her chest.

Fuck being too good for him. If they really knew them they’d know it was the other way around.

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[fuck-customers]

Fuck Green Fabric Hell and their bullshit fucking hours.

When I was first hired on, I was told that the hours would be low at first, but if I proved myself and worked hard and all that crap, I would get more hours.

*insert Tyler, The Creator "Well that was a fucking lie" gif*

Nearly 3 1/2 years later, I have come in on my days off 90% of the time. DEFINITELY every time in the first 2 years, but now sometimes I don't come in, considering management refuses to give a straight answer for how many hours a shift will be. (I'll ask "for how many hours?" Or "for how long?" And get a vague response of "a few hours" or "until we get caught up") But I still stay late/extend my shift when asked, because that is at least worth it to me. (Now I can get a full shift- 2 breaks + a lunch and I get double the hours for today to cover whoever called out? Yeah I can do that.)

I am crossed trained in every department and very knowledgeable about the procedures of the store and the way it is run. You know how there's usually one person that everyone goes to for help/questions, even if they're not management, because they've been there long enough and know wtf they're doing? That's me. I'm not trying to flex, it's just what happens when you're at one job for multiple years.

I started off my first week on the job way back in 2019 (oh yeah, I've been there pre-pandemic and didn't take/get ANY time off, I can count on one hand the amount of times I've called out or requested time off) and I was getting 4-12 hours a week. I don't delete pics of my old schedules, so I can literally fact-check this.

This past week, I was scheduled 12 1/2 hours for the whole week with 4 to 4 1/2 hour shifts after ALL OF THAT and then I get a voicemail that OOPS the managers made a fucky wucky with the schedule so I have to pay for it by getting my shift canceled!! The shift for that very day!! That's not my fault!! I don't make the schedule!! I show up for all of my shifts every time, on time!! I do my fucking job and I do it right!! This shit is why most people half-ass their job and after hitting the 3 year mark with no raises, no promotions, no employee reviews about raises or promotions, with no respect or consideration, I'm half-assing this shit too!! Fuck them!! I guess I'm doing that "quiet quitting" shit people have been talking about lately, except it's like 50/50 that I'll actually do everything in my job description.

I would've quit by now, except I have no degree/training and the only jobs in my area are either retail, fast food, or hospitals looking for doctors/nurses with licenses. I live in a small-medium city that's made up of fast food places, retail stores, empty buildings of former failed businesses and doctor's offices. Not the best selection.