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borahaerhy · 2 years

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Can you do jk fic where jk and oc are bff and roomates too obviously! ... they likkeee loovee each other but cant express it and then jk fake date to make sure that oc lovess him.. But oc didn't confess her feeling coz she think he's happy with her and then it frustrates jk and then confesses and they make out....( smutty..fluff )

Hope you can write it will wait for it..

By the way have a good day

YES-

You Make Me Happy

Genre: Friends to lovers, mutual pining, Fluff, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Jungkook lies without technically lying, they're both idiots tbh, smut, unprotected sex (stop), slight dirty talk, multiple orgasms, fluffy ending.

Word count: 1.9k

SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I'M SO BEHIND ON REQUESTS-

“Hey,” You pull your eyes away from your phone, where they’ve been glued for the past hour while you sat on your couch when you see Jungkook walk past you; his smile toothy and exaggerated as he rushed toward the door.

“Hey, where are you off to?” You stood up, letting your phone fall onto the couch as you started following him. He was dressed in what he would consider nice clothes, tight jeans with a t-shirt that was actually his size, rather than the 4X he usually wears, and a leather jacket.

“Uh, remember that girl I was telling you about” He stopped and turned to face you as you reached the door, him half bent over as he pulled his shoes on. You furrowed your eyebrows slightly as you tried to remember everything he had said about her, that you definitely hadn’t been thinking about obsessively since the last time you’d spoken about her.

“Yeah, the one you met at the gaming convention?” He nodded quickly as he straightened himself out, pushing his still damp hair out of his face.

“That’s the one; we’re going out to dinner,” You stood still for a moment, waiting for his words to sink in.

“Like on a date?”

“I hope so,” He gave another exaggerated smile, eyes wide as he opened the door and stepped out of it, leaving you alone in the entryway of your shared apartment.

Jungkook, of course, wasn’t actually going on a date with her. Sure, he was going out to dinner with her, and her wife, but you didn’t need to know that.

She was someone he could talk to about you: the woman that he’d been in love with for far too long to be living together in separate bedrooms. He’d met her a few months ago and they’d talk about you, and her wife, and gush about how much they’d loved you respectively until he let her know that you weren’t exactly his girlfriend.

That’s when she convinced him to actually do something. He was a little iffy on the whole thing, seeing as you’d been friends for so long that starting to date now just seemed like it would create more problems than solve. But, now that someone else knew his feelings for you, and had convinced him that he’d be happier if he was actually with you, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like if he could actually come home and kiss your soft lips before falling asleep next to you every day.

So, when the two of you were having a conversation and a girl he knew and you didn’t came up… he got a little carried away testing the waters.

He mentioned that they talked a lot, and they had a lot in common and that he thought she was very pretty, something you happened to agree with him on, even though it stung quite a bit.

Then, he wasn’t exactly planning on telling you he was going out on a date, but he did dress up nice intentionally, and when you asked him if he was a date, he couldn’t help but agree with you. He wasn’t the one to bring it up, after all. And he didn’t technically lie.

So while you sit at home alone panicking about Jungkook being on a date with another woman, he was panicking thinking about your reaction, and what you might be doing since he’d left.

The dinner with his friends ran a little longer than he’d expected as they caught each other up on the things they’d missed since the last time they saw each other in person; so Jungkook didn’t return home until a little later that night, where, from the conversation he’d had with his friend, he’d assumed you would’ve been up waiting for him.

But you weren’t.

He told them everything; the expression on your face and demeanor different than they normally would’ve been, and the sudden interest when he’d gotten dressed up. They told him that you definitely liked him, that there’s no way you would care that much unless you were interested in him.

You’d no doubt be waiting up for him to hear how it went, to see if he had fun on his ‘date’.

But you were in your room, lights out and door closed.

Two days later, he went on another ‘date’, and you had little to no reaction. Internally, you were screaming, but on the outside, you kept up a cool image.

Several weeks passed and Jungkook kept going on these fake dates, which were really just him hanging out with friends or running errands.

Each time you seemed less and less interested, and on the off occasion that you’d be up and ask him how his dates went, you seemed genuinely happy for him to be happy with someone else.

But you thought he was happy with someone else. How were you supposed to be anything but happy for him, your best friend, finding someone great that makes him happy? You couldn’t be jealous, or try to drag her, or magically get the courage to make out with him because he wasn’t even available anymore. He was happy, so you needed to be happy for him.

“How was your girlfriend?” You asked as he walked in from one of his dates. He stopped before he could make it to his room and turned back to you, leaning against the counter.

“Girlfriend?” He asked, brow furrowed and arms crossed. You straightened yourself out as you looked up at him, before shrugging and looking back down at the vegetables you were cutting.

“You’ve been going out for weeks now, I just assumed,” There was a still silence, the only sound in the room was the gentle chopping of your knife that you desperately tried to make fill up the awkward space.

“And you’d just be okay with that?” You looked up at him, confusion was written all over your face.

“Why wouldn’t I be? If she makes you happy-”

“She’s not who makes me happy,” Jungkooks heart was in his throat, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t do this anymore, he couldn’t take living with you and being in love with you and you just being so indifferent. He knew you liked him, so why were you acting like this?

At this point, you had no idea what to say, what to think as nothing Jungkook said seemed to be making sense. You put the knife down and turned to face him, leaning slightly against the counter behind you.

“What are you-” He didn’t let you finish your sentence before his lips were on yours, one of his hands on the counter behind you and the other on your cheek, gently holding you as you melted into the best kiss you’ve ever had, though it didn’t last long before you pushed him off of you. “Wait, Jungkook, what about-”

“She’s just a friend,” You were still looking at him confused, begging him to explain more because things just kept making less and less sense. “Always has been; you’re the one that makes me happy, Y/n. I just wanted to see if you felt the same way-” This time you cut him off, pulling him into you, your hands on his face as he balanced himself on the counter and your waist.

You’d both wasted far too much time being in love with one another and doing nothing about it, and you weren’t going to waste another second.

Jungkook seemed to feel the same way as he pulled you tightly against him and deepened the kiss.

His hands were all over you as his tongue explored your mouth, breathing deeply as you desperately clung to each other. It wasn’t long before your legs were wrapped around his waist and he was pushing you back onto the counter, pushing the cutting board filled with food to the side and into the sink, completely ruining what you’d planned to make for dinner, not that you cared at all at this point.

Your clothes were discarded in a rush, as were his as his lips sucked and nipped at every available patch of skin he laid his eyes on, his hot breath sending countless shivers down your spine as your arousal began to pool in your panties, the hem of which Jungkook was rolling between his fingers.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” His lips swiftly left your ribs below your breasts as he straightened himself out and pulled you into him.

“What baby, what do you want me to do?” His voice low and rough as your eyes darted between his eyes and his swollen wet lips, his hands now under the hem of your underwear and gripping your bare hips as he gently and slowly moved his hips against yours. You groaned softly, gripping onto his shoulders as he nudged against your regrettably clothed clit.

“I want you to fuck me, Jungkook,” You managed to whisper in his ear before you wrapped your arms around his neck to keep yourself stead as he wasted no time in ripping off both your panties and his boxers.

Before you can even see his length he’s slipping into you as slowly as he can manage as you both moan out in pleasure. You kiss again, moaning into each other's mouths desperately as he begins to move, rocking his hips delicately against you. Small short thrusts followed narrowly by longer harsher ones, each even more delicious than the last.

“Why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner?” his hands clung to your hips as if his life depended on it as your faces never got more than a few centimeters away from one another.

“Because you were too busy pretending to have a girlfri- FUCK,” Jungkook snapped his hips into you roughly and his hand found your clit, effectively shutting you up as your forehead buried in the crook of his neck.

His rough pace and skilled fingers didn’t take long to bring you to your climax, gripping onto him so hard to make sure you didn’t accidentally float away with how high your orgasm made you feel.

Jungkook hooked his hands under your thighs and lifted you off the counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he moved back the hall and into his bedroom. Your orgasm wasn’t even finished before he laid you down on the edge of his bed, his feet still on the floor as he pushed into you again, thrusting softly.

Jungkook pulled his feet off the floor and pushed you further onto the bed, his fingers intertwining with yours on either side of your head as he kissed you softly. His movements slowed down considerably from the kitchen to the bed, his hands and mouth roaming over your chest and body as his hips moved into you sensually, trying to stay in this position with you for as long as possible.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers as his lips find yours again, your hand cupping his face softly as his thrusts sped up.

“I love you,” Your whisper almost came out as a moan, as you finished for the second time, your walls clenching down on him roughly pushing him over the edge.

You hold onto each other tightly as he spills into you, leaving kisses on your face softly as you both come down from your highs. You stay like this for a while, holding each other as you share sweet words with one another.

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pomplalamoose · 5 months

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wet dreams (nsfw)

✨Dilf!Luke - modern day AU✨

cw: nsfw, absolutely shameless smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, manhandling minors dni!!!

A/N: this post is based on this request made by the lovely @goddessesofeverything 🩵 I really hope it turned out to your likinggg!

• has he imagined lovely, innocent you naked in his bed before?

• oh of course he has

• Luke certainly is no stranger to coming up with rather exciting thoughts to pass the time throughout the day

• but since meeting you, his child's friend, explicit dreams have begun to haunt him at night, growing more and more frequent and intense in a way that nearly borders on the obsessive

• at first it surprises, then even frightens him

• it makes him question his sanity whenever he startles awake

• and then, when the lust filled haze slowly subsides, the dawning realization what he'd do to you if only you'd let him, weighs him down heavily

• but he can't help it, can't make the dreams stay away

• and truthfully he doesn't want them to

• not when, at least for a few hours at a time, they make him feel so very good

• not when you allow him to do everything he could ever fantasize about

• he wants to fuck you so badly, so desperately, all reason simply flies out of the window

• similarly he has no idea how far your experiences go but doesn't care either; a sweet little thing made to be loved by him and him alone is all he sees

• his to order around

• his to be in control of

• only waiting for your permission to finally, finally have his way with you

• he'll take good care of you

• never will you ever need anyone else but him

• his dreams always start the same

• often he finds himself seated in his car with you beside him, though the surrounding scene is never that important

• all he sees is you

• big eyed and blushing, you look up at him through your long lashes in amazement

• it nearly hurts how much you adore him

• you speak words he cannot hear over the thrumming of his heart but he doesn't need to in order to know what you're asking

• to know that you're begging him to fuck you

• there's not a single universe in which he'd ever deny you

• not during the day and not at night

• not when you're so good, so willing to be his

• you always are, especially in his dreams

• and he'll fullfill your wish, oh he will, but not before making you repeat yourself over and over again

• he needs to hear you tell him how handsome he his, how strong and capable

• he needs to hear you whine about how badly you want, NEED him and only him

• and with his cock painfully straining against the confinement of his pants, it becomes near impossible to keep up his stern facade when you put your hand on his arm, move it along his thigh

• when you scooch closer and breathe a shy kiss to his lower jaw

• but not yet, not yet, he tells himself

• he's waiting for that one short sentence, even when he thinks he can't do it anymore, even when he's so close to loosing the grasp on himself

• he just cant-, he won't-

• and it will be worth it, make it all the more delicious

• he needs you to say it, needs to hear it, before-

• "Pleaseeee, Mr. Skywalker"

• a moan escapes him and finally he allows himself to let go

• when he turns to you, you're naked

• and he wants you, he wants you, he wants you

• it is then, that his dream usually starts to branch out

• there's so much he wishes to do and his subconscious dutifully delivers one possibility after the other, depending on the mood he went to sleep with

• some nights he wants your mouth on him, pushing back his seat to give you better access

• and with a hand tangled in your soft hair he tells you to be good and to take his cock as far as you can

• he wants you to gag on him, for tears to spring to your eyes and for your drool to run down his shaft and your chin while he admires your body, how beautifully it sprawls over the car's console and his lap

• how it writhes and shakes with your effort

• how tightly your thighs press together in reaction to the praise he showers you with

• some nights he likes to release his cum deep down your throat, making you choke

• on others he prefers for it to paint your lips, to drip down your pretty face, so he can take great care to clean it before indulging in you further

• does you poor little throat hurt?

• he's going to make up for it, don't you worry

• sometimes, instead of demanding oral pleasure, he craves to taste you

• go on, spread your thighs for him

• and of course you obey

• leaning back in your seat so he can dip his fingers inside of you, you look at him like he puts the stars in the sky

• he grows lightheaded at your reaction as he gently rubs your clit in slow circles, could watch you for an eternity

• he can't get enough of your gasping and whimpering as he begins to pump his fingers in and out of you faster

• your climax is near, he can feel it in the way you squeeze around him uncontrollably and that's when he pulls away

• he makes you watch as he cleans you off his hand with slow, meticulous strokes of his tongue, before shoving your back against the door so he can eat you out like his life depends on it

• then, sometimes, he's letting you ride him in his car

• it's so easy to pull you on to his lap, making you take inch after inch until you're finally fully seated on his thick cock

• the space is limited, he can't thrust into you as deep and with as much fervor as he would like to but it's okay he can do that later still

• it's okay because you need the time to grow used to his size

• so he takes it slow, lets you set the pace, despite the relentless roaring in his head, despite the desperate need to cum again

• despite the wet spot your arousal left on the passenger seat that turns him on even more

• deeply he buries both of his hands in your hair and tugs hard

• and as your back arches, revealing your long neck, your breasts pressing into him, the sight is nearly enough to make him orgasm right there and then

• and not long after he does with loud grunts and groans because in his dreams he can allow himself to be desperate

• he lets you fall forward onto his chest, roughly kneading your ass cheeks as both of you come down from your high

• though no matter how realistic it feels and how much heart he puts into it, it's only just a dream of his

• and like every time he suddenly finds himself wondering why he's still so achingly hard as if he didn't fill you with his realease only a minute ago

• as if he couldn't feel it leaking out of you right this moment

• he never knows but he'll wake up soon

• and like the beginning, every one of his dreams ends the same

• with you in his bed, your legs spread wide and him on top, your sweat slicked faces pressed against each other, he buries himself balls deep in you again and again, relentlessly fucking himself into a frenzy

• it's intoxication, it's euphoria, he's drunk on it

• and still it's not enough

• he needs more, more, more

• so straightening up he angles himself in a way that enables him to thrust even deeper, harder, faster

• with every single snap of his hips his moans rise in volume until he can only hear himself and the wet slaps of skin on skin

• his eyes roll back into his head, mouth hanging open as he breathes heavily with the exertion of tirelessly chasing his orgasm

• his while body is shaking with excitement

• he won't stop until he's done, couldn't stop if he wanted to

• wrap your legs around his hips, cling to him

• his head lolls back and he has to grasp the headboard

• so close, he's so...close

• like so often his own loud sounds of pleasure startle him awake and caught somewhere between the land of dreams and dull reality his orgasm catches up to him

• it hits him in waves as his hips greedily roll and grind against the sticky sheets and pillows between his legs

• the shame and regret will hit him hard, he knows, but still riding the aftershocks of his release, as he's trying to hold on to the quickly disappearing shreds of his dream, he doesn't care

• during those first few seconds he never does

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #luke skywalker smut #smut #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars headcanons #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars smut

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year

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i am a SUCKER for Dad Joel. was thinking maybe a pre pandemic story where reader and joel are trying for another child but cant so they adopt ellie (bc let's face it sarah and ellie would have ruled the world together)

*absolutly love your work babes 💕*

Thank you so much, darling! I'm glad you've been enjoying it. I did just melt my own heart writing this. 🤍🥺😭

I feel like it would be solid two years after the wedding. You had started trying even way before that but it never worked. No matter what you tried and trust me on it you two tried everything. Joel spent his breaks flipping through different magazines and books looking for any new ideas on how to get pregnant. But nothing happened no matter the acrobatics you two get on to. Money was tight as it was so getting through IVF or even getting you both properly tested for now was out of the picture. So you had given up on the idea of having your kids.

Joel could tell that it had started to weigh on you even if you tried to hide it and smiled through it. The smile was fake, Joel knew it. He had heard you crying for weeks at night. Alone in the bathroom. Thinking that Joel was asleep and you were safe to let your guard down. But he heard it all. You soul-crushing sobs, that even an open tap couldn't muffle out. He had wanted to bring it up multiple times but somehow he felt that it would only make it worse.

"Is everything okay with mom?", Sarah had asked him one morning when you didn't come downstairs for breakfast. Joel stiffened for a moment, "Of course hun. Why are ya asking?". Sarah's eyes were on the plate. She was old enough to understand when things weren't okay back at home. She also had grown up with you by her side so she knew you. "I just... Do you know that mom's been crying a lot lately?", Sarah didn't dare to meet her father's gaze and Joel in a way was thankful because he knew that the look on his daughter's face would have broken him. With a sigh, he pushed the skillet away from the heat.

"You know... We've been trying to get you a sibling", Joel said while pulling out a chair, Sarah instantly looked up with that hopeful gleam and Joel had to clench his jaw tightly, "But I'm afraid we won't be able to".

Sarah shook her head, "Why?", "We don't know. The doctor thinks there might be something wrong..."

A part of Joel felt weird explaining it to Sarah but they were so close. You all had been. You all talked about anything and everything, there were few to no topics that you all haven't discussed together. "But...", Sarah trailed off, "Mom will be okay?" Joel wished he knew an answer to that. The truth was he didn't. He wished he could make it better. Help you fulfill the desire of becoming a mother. "We just need to give her a lot more love now. Show her how much we appreciate her", Joel ran his fingers through Sarah's hair, as she bit her lip, "Can we make her breakfast in bed?", she suggested and Joel couldn't help a smile that spread across his lips. He knew that you two had done a wonderful job raising Sarah, "We sure can, baby girl".

They had done just that for the next couple of months. Joel had found a way to take a couple of days off. Taking his little family on a little road trip. As you all went on a hike, camping by the lakeside, enjoying the peace and quiet. Yet the biggest gift to Joel was seeing a smile on your face once again. A smile that reached your eye as you and Sarah sat in a flower field making flower crowns. Crowns that Joel happily wore as you both giggled away.

Sarah found you sat by the kitchen counter, biting your lip nervously as you looked through a pile of papers spread across the counter. "What are you doing?", her voice made you jump slightly as you turned to her. Shaking your head slightly, "Come look at this", you moved slightly, making space for her. Sarah frowned slightly not understanding what she was looking at. "Adoption options", you said to her quietly, "They send over a couple of matches for our family". Sarah scanned over the pictures splattered around. Taking a hold of the only baby picture there. Ellie the name tag read. Sarah turned to you, "She just got placed in the adoption facility. Her mother died while giving birth to her", you muttered. "Are we going to meet her?", your daughter's question took you by surprise slightly, "Would you want to?", Sarah nodded her head in agreement. "We'll talk it through with your dad then".

You were rubbing your hands together nervously as you drove to the adoption center. Joel was quick to place a hand on your thigh, slowly stroking your skin. "Breathe, gorgeous", he said softly, "What if she hates us?", you muttered, turning to him slightly, "Love, she's just over five months", "Yes, but she could still hate us. Hate me". Sarah reached out her hand towards the front seat, placing her hand onto your shoulder, "Mom, you are the best. I doubt there's a single soul who hates you". Joel hummed in response, "I agree with our mushroom over here", Sarah gasped, "Out of all the nicknames...", "You prefer fishy better?", Joel teased, making Sarah cross her arms over her chest as she sat back, "I will turn my sister against you and then we'll see who will be a mushroom", she said, making your heart skip a beat that she was already referring to her as a sister.

The time spent in a hallway felt like a lifetime. You managed to sit for the first five minutes but then your nerves got the best of you so you opted to passing the corridor. Sarah was invested in all the little cards and buckles on the table. Joel stood beside you. Arms wrapped around you as he occasionally pressed a kiss or two to your shoulders or neck. In hopes of making some of the nerves melt away. To remind you that you were in this together. That he was here. Like he have always been. And no matter what happened you three were going to get through it.

"The Millers?", a lady called out making you spin towards her in an instant, "Nice to meet you, I'll be supervising you today". She went on to explain how everything usually worked around here. The number of times you would have to come by and see Ellie before they would issue a statement allowing you to adopt the girl if that ended up being your final destination. But you barely heard any of it. Thankful for Joel who kept the conversation going, noting the most important things. Light cries filled the room as you four stepped inside, the desire to soothe the babe instantly blossomed inside you.

You stepped closer to the crib, "She's fussy today, so don't let it set you off", the lady said moving to reach for her but you quickly cut in, "Could I?". The woman only smiled, allowing you to carefully pick the fussy little girl up, as you held her closer to your chest. "Hi, baby girl. I know, I know that it's so scary", you cooed at her, brushing your thumb over her flushed cheek, "But I've got you, sweetie". Ellie's cries died down almost in an instant, her big eyes now staring up at you. You rocked her gently in your arms, smiling at her softly.

Sarah stepped closer to you, moving to look at the bundled-up baby. She took the backpack from her shoulders, reaching in to pull out a tiny dinosaur. She looked up as if asking for permission to also approach her. You moved down to sit on the chair that stood by the crib, allowing Sarah to see Ellie better. She wiggled the stuffy in front of the baby, making different sounds that eventually had Ellie flashing a gummy smile at her.

Joel watched you two from the side. He never doubted Sarah being an awesome big sister. That kid had so much love to give as it was. He knew that sharing it with someone else would have only made his little sunshine happier. But it was you who had Joel captivated. The way your body instantly fell into a motherly state. A wave of proudness washed over him. That was his wife there. Cradling a baby to her chest.

"Dad you should hold her", Sarah said, stepping to the side as she watched her father who had been lost in his mind. "Let your mother bond with her, sweetheart", he said softly but you shook your head, "She's right, you should hold her. She's been looking at you for a while now", you said, standing up carefully. Joel realized just how long it had been since he had held a baby. And his mind instantly jumped to a thousand and one ways that he could hurt her by accident. Support the neck, he told himself, don't press too hard, just hold her steady.

But the moment Joel felt the weight of her in his arms. With you still standing close to him. As Ellie gripped onto your finger. Joel suddenly felt complete. As if this wiggly worm in his arms was exactly what his family had been missing. The warmth of his body soothed the baby and after a close inspection of the man holding her, Ellie's eyes started to grow heavy. "That's a big yawn, baby girl", Joel muttered quietly as he carefully brushed his hand over her head. Sarah walked closer to you two, wrapping her arms around you both, and resting her head on Joel's side. You four just stood there for some time. Joel rested his head onto yours, as the baby between the two of you drifted into a calm sleep. Not a single drop of worry in your body. The lady stood there with a pleased smile on her face, knowing full well that you three were going to give Ellie the best and most loving home she could ever hope to get.

#bubble with bubbles 🫧#joel miller x reader #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #joel miller #the last of us imagine #the last of us x reader #the last of us x you

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flnpushy · 4 months

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Helios A New Era: Multiples

Kara was now headed back to her office after assisting Felicity with her birthing experience. As she turned the corridor to enter the lab and office area she was met by Dr. Karens standing in her office doorway. With Dr Karens was a cart loaded with testing instruments and lab equipment. Dr. Karens motioned Kara to come to the office. Kara entered and sat down on her desk chair. Karens stayed standing. It was clear something needed urgent attention in the facility.

“Ok I am here to fill you in on your next assignment.’ Karens said. “I have been conducting an experiment never before done on Helios. Its been attempted on Alpha Centauri and Martian turf, but never here. Due to the increased demand we need to start playing with the idea of impregnating multiples with our semen impregnation. 13 months ago I began an experiment with two second-time mothers that volunteered. I didn’t want this to be a first birth experience so i needed two mothers with at least some birthing experience. I selected a multiples semen for these women and it took. Both are impregnated with twins. Each baby weighs between 17-19 pounds. Both mothers have been on bedrest for the last 9 months as their bellies are really too big to walk any distance.” Karens briefed.

“Ok where do I come in?” Kara asked.

“Glad you asked!” Karens said. “Handling two mothers and taking data for both accurately would be impossible. I need you to take the metrics and assist with one mother, while I assist the other. I have sent you instructions for the metrics that we need to take. We will be using all this equipment and taking every measurement and line of data we can. We need to know how to implement this on a large scale. but do it with welfare of the mother and babies in mind.” Karens said.

“Ok i think i can handle this!” Kara exclaimed.

“Stay humble, we need this data, it’s vital to this facility.” Karens said. “And oh yeah, one more thing , both mothers are in accelerated labor to ensure the babies don’t get any bigger inside them. the should begin the birth process in the next few hours. Get there, and get started. If you need help i will be in the next room over, call for backup if needed.” Karens said as she walked out the office door.

Kara was excited about this mission. Birthing twins was new for Helios and Kara was always excited to be a part of a new project! She gathered her tools, a bite to eat, and her personal items, grabbed the cart of testing equipment and headed for the mothers room.

Navigating Helios was a chore in itself. The facility was large…. very large. Over 100 acres in size. It could be seen on the lunar surface from hundreds of miles up in the black space above. Kara however knew most of the facility like clockwork. She walked to her transport scooter, hitched on the cart and sped away. Of course being a vice president scientist had its perks, but it also came with its downfalls. Kara was constantly stopped by mothers with questions as she traveled around. This time was no exception. As kara turned down the Central Hall toward the gardens she was stopped by a pregnant mother asking about her birthing issues.

“ Hey Kara, ive been in birth now for 3 days and I still cant feel any progress.” The women asked. “Can you check me?”

“Of course, I am very busy, but I will always make time for a birthing mother!” Kara replied.

Kara got off of the scooter and grabbed her probe. The woman spread her legs. Kara pushed the tip of the probe into the woman’s opening until it stopped.

“Well found babies head!” Kara said. “Little ways in there yet!”

The probe gave back its findings.

“Ok girl, babies doing good. 20 pounder, healthy, coming normally.” Kara reported.

“ I just cant push her out of there!” The woman said.

“You will hun, I suggest a birth stool and some hard pushing, She will come, just taking her sweet time!” Kara said. “Any issues, let us know.”

Kara got back on the scooter and sped off toward the living quarters.

The living facilities at the station were just as large as the station. Housing 2500 pregnant women as well as staff. All rooms were well equipped, but pregnant mothers rooms were among the finest. Helios wanted absolute comfort for pregnant and birthing mothers.

Kara turned from the Garden Hall into the living quarters. She then drove onto an elevator. The elevator landed at floor 3. Kara left the lift and headed for 314-S-1M. When she arrived she scanned herself at the airlock door, and made her way into the room.

Inside the room she saw a woman facing the other direction. She looked to be sleeping. Kara only noticed her blonde hair showing from under the thick white blankets. Kara approached slowly pulling the cart of equipment behind her. The cart suddenly made a clunk on the self-cleaning membrane floor below.

“Oops.” Kara said aloud.

She noticed the woman move. The woman turned and looked.

“Hello?” She asked faintly.

“Hello, Im Kara, here to assist you!” Kara said.

“Karens must have sent you?” The woman asked.

“Yes, she has appointed me to be your assist, as well as take data.” Kara said.

“Ok, i am Sara by the way.” She said.

“Good to meet you Sara!” Kara said in return.

Kara moved over by the bed and got closer to Sara.

“So you want to see the full me haha?” Sara laughed.

“Yeah lets see that belly!” Kara said

Sara pulled back the covers to reveal herself in the bed. Sara was a small framed girl, maybe 5 foot 3. Her belly was massive! Even larger than Kara’s belly when she was impregnated with her 31 pound record baby!

“Wow two big babies in there!” Kara said surprised.

“Yeah, i really haven’t moved much now in a couple months. Im just too big” Sara said.

“This is your second time birthing right?” Kara asked.

“Yeah second time, Thank goodness. Imagine pushing out two 19 pound babies for your first time?” Sara remarked.

“Yeah that would be crazy!” Kara said.

“Have you started contractions?” Kara asked.

“Yes, been in labor now for a week, Im supposed to start pushing in the next hours.” Sara said.

“Well are you ready?” Kara asked.

“Yes! I want to get these babies out!” Sara said acting exhausted from supporting the babies in her belly.

“Ok, well lets get you hooked up to the testing equipment and get you ready to do some pushing!” Kara said.

“Karens warned me there would be a lot of testing and instruments.” Sara remarked.

“Yes there will be.” Kara replied.

“Ok, I agreed to this haha!” Sara said.

“Ok hun, lets have you raise up your top leg, you can stay side laying.” Kara said.

Sara lifted her top leg and held it up. This opened her vagina area for Kara to begin working with the testing equipment.

First Kara took a monitoring probe and put it in Sara’s opening. This was designed to come out as the baby did and keep track of many metrics including, the health of the baby, positioning, pushing force and exertion, movements of the baby, and more. The probe was now against the cervix which was dilated fully and ready for Sara to push! The next tool was attached to Sara’s belly with medical tape to monitor contractions and baby movements. Kara then loaded the devices which all of course were wireless. This was the year 3150, there were no cables! Kara took initial notes on her findings. Baby number ones head was now opening the cervix. It was time for this event to happen. However Kara knew birthing both babies could take several days. This wasn’t normally an issue, but with twins, this gave more time for baby number two to grow even larger while baby number one was being pushed out.

“Ok Sara lets have you try some pushing!” Kara said. “I want to test the equipment and make sure all is well.”

Sara breathed in and made a grunt as she began her first push. Kara noted that the instruments were indeed working well, but she was worried. Sara’s push exertion was quite low despite putting obvious effort into her push. Kara knew this was to be a long birth.

As Sara wrapped up her first push she was still contracting. She bore down once more. Kara could see activity in her large belly. Baby number two was still fully in the womb and kicking around. Meanwhile baby number one’s head was starting to move through the cervix and into the vagina for Sara to start pushing it free. Sara was averaging a contraction every few minutes and according to the instrumentation was making slow progress. The pressure sensor that Kara had inserted was now touching the babies head. The sensor would then attach lightly to the head so that all metrics could be monitored, even if the baby slipped back.

Two hours had passed now and Sara was still actively pushing. She was pushing hard, almost as hard as she could muster, but baby number one wasn’t moving. The head was now through the cervix but had been for an hour. Another 45 minutes passed.

“Is he moving in there at all?” Sara asked.

“Yes, he’s moving, but slowly.” Kara said.

“Well baby number two sure is active, i can feel him kicking and squirming wanting to get out!” Sara said.

“Sorry baby 2 but baby one has to come out first!” Kara said.

Kara was actively logging data as Sara pushed. Another 2 hours passed. Finally some progress was happening. When Sara pushed Kara noticed her perineum area bulging. This meant baby was getting close to making an appearance. Sara was toughing it out and she had been continually in the same position for hours now. Finally Sara Tired of her position and asked to be moved to a birth stool. Kara helped guide her safely to a birth stool in the room. Sara sat down and got comfortable. The birth stool opening was wide and this caused Sara’s smaller hips to sink in a bit. She Made a couple pushes.

“Im worried that the additional pressure from your seating position may restrict the baby from coming out.” Kara said.

Kara decided that Sara needed to change position once more. It was decided that Sara had no choice but to lay on her back and push. Her belly was simply too big, and her hips to small to allow many other options.

Another 2 hours passed. Sara was still pushing triumphantly, but progress was crazy slow. Finally Kara noticed movement of her opening as Sara gave a push. Kara noticed the lip of her labia curl out slightly with the push. The babies head was just inside now. Kara’s data instruments were constantly logging data of the birthing action. The biggest metric being logged was that of pushing force and how much it made the baby move. The lower the force the less baby should move, the higher the force the move movement that should occur. A big push with no movement was recorded as a struggle. The second was the data from the second baby. If the second baby was in too long it would continue to grow in size making it even harder to push out. With a decent diet from mom, the babies she carried could grow 1/4 pound to 1/2 pound per day inside.

Sara’s next push yielded results. As she pushed she could see a tiny sliver of the head appear in the opening. It was surrounded by the bag of waters that still had not broken. It was likely this baby could be born in the sac. The little head wiggled from side to side before being sucked back in Sara’s belly. Sara’s tummy was a hive of activity. Baby number 2 was still kicking and squirming for a chance to get out. Meanwhile baby one with its head now in Sara’s vagina was kicking and having its own struggle trying to get unstuck and out of Sara.

“Oh somethings happening…!” Sara said. “It feels different now.”

Sara pushed a few times with nothing to show for it. However the next push brought forth the Sac. Sara pushed again and the sac came out. The sac was large and fluid filled, it dangled from Sara’s opening.

“I need to stand.” Sara requested.

“Ok what ever feels best for you.” Kara replied.

Sara stood up carefully as to not disturb the sac that was hanging out of her. As she stood more sac came out and now dangled around 8 inches out of Sara’s opening. It was very full of opaque colored fluid. As Sara stood the sac wiggled and jiggled about. Sara took a couple steps but as she did the sac slapped the inside of her thighs.

“Oh that tickles!” Sara said.

“It must feel really weird.” Kara replied.

Sara made a couple pushes standing up but nothing much really progressed. 10 minutes later Sara laid back in bed. The sac still hanging below her opening.

“Data alert.” One of Kara’s instruments said aloud.

“Hmmm let's see what going on here.” Kara said.

“Baby 2 has gained 1/2 pound in last 24 hours.” The display read.

“We need to get baby one progressing.” Kara said.

“Im trying the best I can.” Sara said.

“I know hun, but I’m worried about baby number 2 getting bigger in there.” Kara said. Sara made more pushes and Kara noticed her bulging.

“Lets take a look in there.” Kara said.

Kara moved over from the side of the birth bed to Sara’s open legs. She used both hands and spread open Sara’s labia. There, about 1.5 inches in was a tuft of babies hair. Kara let go and watched as the skin around the babies head closed and sealed it back in Sara’s vagina. The reality was is not much progress had been made in 12 hours.

Sara continued to make pushes for another 4 hours till finally a small breakthrough. Kara watched intently as Sara grunted a large push, Sara could feel what was happening in her opening and knew the babies head was about to make its first appearance.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHHMMMMMM!” Sara grunted.

“Good Good!” Kara said.

A small tuft of babies hair poked out from Sara’s vagina. The push ended and the head was immediately sucked back in her belly. It was frustrating, but good to see progress. Time continued on and Kara kept taking notes and data.

11:00 - Baby makes small appearance, withdraws.

11:10 - Small bit of head comes forth, withdraws

11:15 - Mother closes legs and takes break. Baby assumed withdrawn.

11:30 - pushing actively, no head

11:50 - head appears

11:52 - head goes back in.

12:10 - pushing

12:12 - head appears

12:13 - head slips back

12:20 - head visible with push

12:22 - head slips back in

The time continued to trickle by as Sara continued struggling to get baby number 1 out. Another 4 hours passed. Kara noted over 100 notes of slip ins and pushes in this time. It was clear that Sara was truly struggling to get the first baby to come out. Baby number 2 continued to wiggle around in the womb and grow, while its brother remained stuck in the birth canal. Sara helplessly continued to push to free baby number 1, but it was making zero progress besides slipping back in. Baby one was wiggling and kicking as Sara pushed in an effort to free itself from Sara. She could feel its kicks as it made desperate attempts to free itself. But it was no help, the baby was stuck, or simply to big to fit. Sara desperately needed to stretch more in order to free the baby.

“You need to stand and walk.” Kara said. “We need to make room or get baby one to free up in there.”

Sara struggled to get on her feet as her massive belly protruded from her small frame. Kara watched the babies head slip back in as Sara got up. The baby was once again sealed inside. Sara got on her feet and began to walk around a bit. She paced the room slowly, moving her hips and wiggling in attempt to get baby number one to come free. Meanwhile baby 2 was moving frantically in the belly. Kara could see it kicking rapidly, It also desperately wanted to come out. Sara positioned herself at a seat bar in the room after pacing for a bout 20 minutes. It was time to see if he walking had helped. She squatted down into full push. Sara continued pushing for a few minutes until finally baby one made an appearance in her vaginal opening. It stayed there momentarily until it slipped back in.

“GET IT OUT!!” Sara yelped.

Sara had finally become impatient She made a desperate push.

“AAAHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!!” She yelled.

The head made a quick appearance then slowly went back in.

“I cant do it Kara.” Sara admitted.

“Um you don’t really have a choice Sara, You have 2 babies in you that need to come out.” Kara said.

“Is there anything you can do?” Sara asked.

“No, you can only get the babies out under your own power.” Kara replied.

Sara returned to pushing. After another hour the babies head was now staying down. The top of the head was now poking out a little ways. It was progress. Another hour passed and no matter the push, the babies head didn’t budge. The head remained poking out slightly. Kara received another update to her system link. Baby number 2 inside Sara’s tummy had gained another half pound in weight. Baby number two was getting only bigger, and harder to push out. Things were about to get worse for Sara. Another strong contraction came and Sara pushed hard. She felt a very painful searing sensation from her belly.

“Ahhhh ouch ahhhh!” Sara yelped in pain.

Kara’s sensors went mad with updates. Baby 2 had turned breech.

This wasn’t a big deal however considering breech births were common on Helios. Sara was about to receive a break. After an additional hour of pushing she was actually beginning to crown. Sara was stretched to the max, the skin around the babies tightly held head was white with the pressure. Sara gathered up and made one massive push. The head popped free! Still riding the wave she pushed again popping one shoulder out. The other followed. This was super rare. Usually with a 20 pound baby the shoulders could take 12-24 hours to come out! This was rare, but Sara was delighted by it. Baby one was now out and taken to the next facility by helios security. Now it was time for baby number 2.

Baby number 2 was now almost 22 pounds and was turned breech. It looked like a tough go for Sara. However within a few hours of baby one. Baby 2 was moving its way into the birth canal feet first. Sara was getting strong contractions, but not needing to push much to advance the large baby. Another 4 hours passed. Finally it was pushing time for baby number 2. Sara now free of one baby felt more active and able to move around easier. She moved to an all 4s position on the bed to begin the pushes. Sara was beginning to have some effect on moving the 22 pound baby through her birth canal. Within 3 hours the baby had gone from in the belly to having its feet in the vaginal canal through the cervix. It was only a matter of time until the baby would be making its first appearance. Another hour of constant pushing came and went. Then finally.

“We have a foot!” Kara said as Sara grunts through a push.

Sara kept pushing until the contraction ended. The foot was sucked back inside. The next contraction brought the foot forth once more. Only to be pulled back in with the end of the push. A few pushes later, and a few more foot sightings, the second foot began to emerge as Sara contracted. After a couple more pushes, the legs emerged to the knees. A couple more contractions did nothing to progress, but finally the legs turned into a waist, and eventually the belly came out. Now just the shoulders and head remained in Sara’s birth canal. The shoulders were no big deal, two more pushes had them out. Now just babies head was inside. Sara worked at it a bit but without much luck. Being stretched out from baby one was helping progress, but the head was quite large. It would be a stretch to get it out. As Sara struggled the baby attempted to help. The baby, with its head still stuck in Sara, began wiggling around its legs and arms attempting to free itself. A few moments passed. It was decided that Sara needed to change position to assist the head out. Kara helped her onto a birth stool. The babies body hung below her as she stood up to make the move. Then baby continued to wiggle around. Sara sat on the stool and began pushing once more. The lower head was now coming a bit. Sara pushed hard and it came some more. Another 20 minutes passed. One more push had it. The baby came free and the experiment was complete. Kara had successfully tracked one more experiment.

#birth #birth kink #giving birth #crowning #pregnancy #pregnant #birth denial #birth story #breech #scifi birth

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aloy-sobek · 2 months

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Vet Bills and a Sick Kitty Boy

Hello all, over the past month and a half I have incurred some medical bills for my cat Alistair, that while one bill hurts but isn't world ending. Multiple have put us in a bind.

Our Total: $430/$1176.86

My Paypal: tielfingriley or paypal.me/tieflingriley

The Story:

So my sweet yet very hungry boy Alistair, had been having stomach troubles. He's 12 years old, so not uncommon for a cat his age, and he has always had a bit of a sensitive tum, but this was different. He was projectile vomiting mostly water, and I had noticed he was loosing weight. He is a long cat, and his healthy weight sits at 15-16 pounds.

So we take him to the vet and the do a initial blood panel with a special panel to check a for a heart protein, it is here that I learn my asthmatic cat also has a heart murmur! But because of the special check it had to be sent to THE ONLY LAB IN THE US THAT CHECKS FOR IT, which meant it was pricey

Good news, blood came back fine. His heart and kidneys weren't failing but he was still vomiting water at this time. At this point we were moved to a different vet who noted his long term tum issues. Informing me that long term inflammation can lead to Gastrol Intestinal Cancer. (Maybe) They only DEFINITIVE way of checking was to slice him open and do biopsies, which wasn't ideal. Instead we opted for an Ultrasound, it would check for inflammation, which would say absolutely yes or no on inflammation, but would still be a maybe on the cancer (however its the same treatment either way). But could also check Liver, Pancreas, and Gallbladder. I of course chose this because it was far less invasive to the boy. Alistair did need to be sedated. He isn't a violent cat, but he is a squirmy noodle.

This is when things got really spicy for us financially. You see this happened RIGHT before my birthday. Like legit I found out my cat had maybe cancer the day before. And my husband a few weeks prior had bought me a rather nice gift of storage drawers? IDK what you would call it but furniture for my art supplies to be stored in. It was a bit pricey but I was having a rough time and a history of astronomically shitty birthdays. (As you can see, the universe has a sense of humor)

So the Ultrasound came back. Yes there are signs of inflammations, so cancer is still a maybe. However, what had the doctors eyes and was concerning her more was the pancreas. It was, extended and incorrect. She believed that it wasn't producing a enzyme to help break down food, particularly fat, for absorption. Essentially, on top of the inflammation, Alistair was slowly starving to death. However before just popping some pig panceas pills inside my boy, she wants to make sure. So more blood work, TO THE ONLY LAB IN THE US OF COURSE, an another bill.

Now we are waiting on this information. He is on some pro and prebiotics that have stopped the vomiting entirely. However his weight is still quite thin. I am unsure if we will have more hefty bills. For reference a checkup at this vet is 50 bucks. So normally its not to rough on us, and check up plus vaccines is 100 which is a planned event. None of this was planned to say the least.

AND NOW THE SAPPY SHIT

Alistair saved my life. I know logically getting a cat as a means to not kill yourself isn't the best thing to do, but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. Ive had him since September of 2012. I love that fluffy biscuit stealing bastard with my entire heart. I have a tattoo on him on my arm, my first and currently only tattoo. Because of him, I was able to live a longer and healthier life and I want that for him.

Despite being a cat, he loves biscuits, potato chips, and the tops of muffins but only the tops. He can and will open cookie jars for cookies. I have explained he is an obligate carnivore and he has explained like a good southern he cant turn down a carb.

He will fist fight you for cheese. Love to play fetch with a hair tie. Isn't a lap cat with the exception of me. LOVES NAPS, and likes to watch Markiplier.

He's a very good boy with separation anxiety, and tummy issues who just wants to nap and eat and I think we can all relate.

Oh...and he has a little mustache

Thank you to all who donate and to everyone who spreads the word to help us get out of this debt.

#Fundraising #gofundme #Donate if you can #But absolutely reblog #Thank you so much #Alistair the cat #Cat

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valyrou · 1 year

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Hi!! Could I request dazai with a weird person? (Ik it's not the term, maybe artistic, maybe something else, weird is the only global term which isn't that wrong). Basically they're extremely drawn by art, notice the most niche and least noticeable things and 'it makes sense in my head sorry' is their daily sentence which leads them to feel alone and not understood. Like this with dazai would be interesting I think (like the dynamic, i cant go on bc its starting to get so long but the whole 'dont feel like a proper human being too' ahhh i cant put the right words). There again- I'm sorry it makes sense for me-

Anyway have a good day and sorry <33

A/n: Hello Anon!! Of course I can do that!! I am working on multiple requests at once, kinda overworking myself with studies and work and on top of that I have finals soon and I should study a bit more.. ANYWAYS I related to this a little too much so I think I know what you mean by „weird person that can’t really describe what they think“ kinda stuff. But this isn’t about me so I HOPE YOU ENJOYYY

Warnings: to lazy to read over this rn so not proof read at all.. ALSO INSPIRED BY „no longer human“ by osamu Dazai lol?? Don’t know why but here we are :) reader doesn’t have a gender aswell, so GN reader

Dazai x Misunderstood! Reader

You couldn’t quite remember how you got to the art gallery with Dazai, but here you stood Infront of an magnificent piece of art. You could see how old it was by the cracks and discoloration, yet the way it was drawn, with such delicacy was as if it was drawn only a few minutes ago to you. The emotions and thought behind it, still visible to your eye. The way the eyes of that women were slightly casted down, the dark colored theme, the way the posture was drawn, everything seemed so right.

That was something everyone could see, yet even the way the clothes hung from her body made an important difference to the picture „Can you see her naked shoulder and the robe that almost seems to be put on lazily?“ you had begun your sentence, „it resembles her innocence and purity, no men could ever touch her..“ your voice got a little dreamier on the end. It took you some seconds to notice that’s Dazai didn’t respond. You immediately got embarrassed „it made sense in my head.. sorry“

You looked to your feet, cursing yourself out for saying such stupid things to him as if he could understand what you were thinking… if he could ever understand how you felt when the art practically screamed for you to tell its story, because you knew no one else could quite think like you. No one could. You were alone in this world that seemed to abandon you. Reject you from society as if you weren’t a human being. As if, the moment you shared a piece of your mind, you were no longer human..

You snapped out of your thoughts as you felt a soft hand on your shoulder „Yea, but also look at her hips, the way her robe curves there.“ he pointed subtly to were he meant, „she also seems tense, as if to say that she knew what the men around think of her.“ impressed you looked up to the tall brunette „You saw that?“ in response, Dazai only chuckled „Of course, you are not the only one that has a unique way to see and think.“ his hand gently squeezing your shoulder

„You are not alone. Not everyone might understand what you are trying to say, but I promise you there are always a hand full of people that do. Don’t push yourself down, see the ups of having a unique way to think, even if you can’t voice it.“ he shot you a cheerful smile and for the first time, you felt accepted. Accepted in this so shallow society you always had claimed not to be a part of.

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pastanest · 1 year

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if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Beautiful

Spencer is almost accustomed to the affect you have on him. From the moment he first saw you, his heart was ready to leap from his chest and into your arms, before he even knew your name. The more he got to know you, the more his mind dared to dream and hope for a future with you that he was too modest to think he deserved. Love at first sight was not something he really believed in, but that is just one of the many things you opened his heart to the second he saw you. Every single day, he will sit at his desk and wait for you to walk in, prepared to fall in love all over again. Spencer even started arriving unnecessarily early just in case you ever arrived early too, because he wanted to make sure he always got to work before you did.

Considering your hidden feelings towards Spencer, you pay just as much attention to him, so naturally, you notice that he stares. When you’re walking around or talking to someone at work, you can feel his eyes on you, and during anything press or public speaking related you are guaranteed to catch his eyes drifting to yours multiple times. It makes you blush, which Spencer rarely sees because he tends to look away the moment he knows he’s been caught admiring you, but there are a few precious memories he treasures, fractions of seconds spent seeing you blush. Easily the most mesmerising view in the world, that’s his preferred description of you.

And this thought is revived as you stroll into work and place your bag on your desk, beginning to sort through it while Spencer’s eyes are fixed on your side profile facing him.

“Why are you staring at me?” You ask suddenly, and Spencer feels his blood freeze in his veins.

Although there is a mutual knowledge of this habit of his, it had blissfully gone unaddressed until this very moment, and Spencer had been doing his best to ignore the guilt and embarrassment he felt for looking at you as much as he did. And just like that, you exposed him. But he didnt have time to think, you caught him off guard and he says the first thing that comes to his head, the most logical answer there is.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

He hears the words fall from his lips and hang in the air, swirling around you and repeating themselves in your head. He sees you halt your movements, he searches for any sign of a positive reaction, and he watches your face as a small smile finds its way there, relief flooding through him as a blush overwhelms your cheeks that are mostly hidden by your hair.

“You think Im beautiful?” You repeat his words, more so to reaffirm their meaning yourself and make sure you heard them, but also because a sudden new love had formed for the way in which he said them.

“O-Of course! The most beautiful person in existence.” Spencer cant stop himself now, he was so unprepared for this situation that he had not planned out a single one of the outcomes, and as a result of sheer panic the truth was reaching your ears. “I-Im sorry, I know our relationship is strictly professional, a-and our relationship is one between friends!” He blurts out, alarms ringing in his head at his own use of the word ‘relationship’, a fatal mistake in the midst of what was intended to be an embarrassed apology for unprofessional conversation.

Then he heard it. A giggle. And he sees a grin on your face, mostly hidden by your hair just like your cheeks. You finally turn to face him, and to capture the view of your wondrous grin and rosy cheeks that were caused by nothing more than Spencer, is something he will never forget. The same can be said for the words that, instead of reaching his ears, made a beeline straight to his heart the moment they passed your lips.

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #headcannon #criminal minds

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cravingsfromatwistedone · 1 year

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Everyone skippin’ on Hikaru Midorikawa /j ANYWAYS I know how this man is always surrounded by bunnies. Now imagine one time Reader (could be either another Aurorian or a Caelestelite) just absolutely exhausted decided to visit Novio’s office and away from the noise of the bustling Collosus.

This man, Novio, filled with gentleness and ancient wisdom, gave reader a smile and offered a hug because YOU CANT TELL ME THIS MAN WONT OFFER ONE.

If you consider accepting this request you have my whole heart this game needs more FanFiction

A Sense of Comfort [ FIC / FLUFF ]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: HELLO THERE DARLING! I THINK I MIGHT HAVE GOTTEN CARRIED AWAY WHEN WRITING THIS SO I HOPE I DIDN'T DEVIATED FROM THE ORIGINAL REQUEST! ENJOY READING, SWEETIE!

TW : NONE!

[ HEALING FLAME, NOVIO ] X FEM! NAVIGATOR

It was a long and busy day on the Colossus, just like any other day but it seemed even busier than usual. Having to deal with the sudden delivery requested by the Courier Union, you had to fly all over the place. Thirteen deliveries to Umbraton, twenty to Illumina and so many more to the point, you couldn't keep count! However, you didn't blame nor hate Tweety for suddenly asking for your help with the deliveries; Poor girl had to deliver a hundred on her own before you came! Luckily, you were more than familiar with each faction so that saved you a lot of time rather than running about like headless chickens with the deliveries in your arms. It took from morning to evening to thoroughly send them all but you did it, with a few helping hands of course!

Though, you found yourself beyond exhaustion after finishing the work. You were so sure that people can see how with each step you take, you were practically dragging your feet behind you and that if you were to even sit or lay down, you'd be fast asleep in no time. That was how tired you were but as much as you wanted to tuck in and call it a day, there was one last thing you needed to do. After all, you hadn't gone to visit him at all in his new office and you wanted to at least say goodnight to him before returning to your room for the night

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With a raised fist, you gently knocked on the door. It was already past everyone's bed time so you couldn't afford to be loud, if not they'd pester you endlessly on why you were still up so late. Much to your surprise, the door made a click before it parted open slightly, blue eyes peering from the space in between; it was almost frightening to say the least. "Oh, it's just you Navigator!" It was a voice that you were quite familiar with. And with a smile, Novio swung the door open as wide as he could; stepping aside so you could enter the office. "Come on in! You must be cold from how chilly it is tonight !" Beamed the Northlander priest. Striding into the room, the office was relatively clean and had some of Novio's touches as well; the wafting scent of burned jasmine incense, multiple candlelit lanterns strewn across the room and a desk that had a neatly placed paperwork stacked on top of it.

In the middle of it all, there was a couch that was akin to snow, pure and stainless as white. The priest had already seated himself on it, his gloved hand petting one of the few rabbits that was sleeping soundly next to him. His blue eyes gazed at the white furred animal in his lap with such affection before shifting his gaze towards you instead, an ever familiar and loving smile graced his lips. "Are you going to stand there as we converse, Navigator?" He teased. The dark blue haired man let out chuckle as you were quick to walk to him before taking a seat, a tinge of red coating your cheeks; you were obviously embarrassed by his words.

Eventually, his laugh died down, leaving only silence shrouding the entirety of both of you. After what seems to be like an eternity, he was the one to break the ice. "Well then, what brings you here to my office Navigator? It must be quite urgent since you came in right after visiting hours ended.." And like a child, Novio tilted his head to the side; his earrings swaying lightly. He even had that childlike curiosity swirling his eyes despite being a hundred years older than you and yet, it seemed to have charmed you even more. Maybe you were too head over heels for him you think.

"Ah! Well—" Just as you start to talk, you find yourself looking away from his gaze. You have always been composed but why did you have to fall apart in front of him now at all times? You were so sure that his eyes were piercing holes into the back of your head but you were too busy finding things to stare at rather than at him "—i-it's because I've been quite busy today and we haven't had a chance to meet each other so I wanted to—" And just when you gathered enough courage to turn your head to face him, you were right on the card on him staring at you with full focus; guilt starts to fill your guts as he was paying full attention to each and every word you've said yet you've deliberately avoided eye contact. "—Oh, nevermind! I'm sorry for bothering you this late at night, Novio!" 'This was a mistake' You thought to yourself. You decided to change your mind entirely to just bolt right out of the room

Though unluckily for you, Novio was always one step ahead of you. His gloved hand was quick to hold on to yours before pulling right into his embrace. He let out a soft chuckle before grasping your chin, making you look at him in the eye "Pretty rabbit....I can tell that you want something from me no?" He said quietly, his face leaning in closer as you closed your eyes to brace yourself, your cheeks already tinted red. Novio let out another chuckle before he engulfed you in a hug, his gloved hand petting your hair as he sat you in his lap, his grip firm yet gentle "There, there..." The male cooed as he caressed your cheeks, a warm smile on his lips "It's been a long day for you so come and rest in my embrace, pretty rabbit. Close your eyes and let yourself go to sleep" Novio added. His breathing was slow and steady, his head was rested on top of your head and it seemed like he was intent on keeping you there. It was getting hard to keep your eyes open from how warm and soft he was so eventually you fluttered your eyes close, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you soon drifted to sleep

#answered #cravingsfromatwistedone #x reader #fem reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #alchemy stars x reader #alchemy stars #alchemy stars novio #alchemy stars fluff #alchemy stars novio x reader #alchemy stars fanfiction

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binchansbiceps · 11 months

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I Have Been Playing With A Superstar Chapter 5

Going through both of yours and Mini closets looking for outfits for the concerts even going to the mall and going from store to store looking for the perfect items. You two had a sleepover and the next day spent the whole day listening to Stray Kids and getting dressed and makeup done. Filling both the clear side purses you both bought with everything you thought you two would need for the day. Finally it came time to head to the concert hall for the sound check with a happy giddiness. You both got in Mini’s car and of course had to stop at starbucks beforehand.

Getting to the building and parking, you both got out of the car and headed into the building. After showing the tickets and making your way to the seating area, you both found your seats and waited for the boys to come out. It was then your phone vibrated with multiple notifications pulling your phone out. You saw Felix had made a small group chat with you, him and one other.

Hey i’m Han Jisung it’s nice to finally be able to talk to you Y/N

Uh hi Han nice to talk with you to

Are you here yet with your friend?

Yeah we are standing near our spots, Mini’s all excited and taking pictures for her followers

That’s great we are all soo excited to meet you me especially since i’ve finally convinced Felix to let me talk with you

Aww thank you and i had no idea you were so excited to meet me

Yeah anytime i saw you guys were playing like mario kart i always joined in to

You just seem like your soo cool and fun

Awww thank you Han i have to say you seem like soo much fun in the videos you guys post .

to youtube

And wait did you say you always played with us in mario Kart??

Yeah i loved playing with you guys i would grab my switch and joined him in his room and joined the room you two were in to play too

Aww Han thats soo sweet

And id love to play with you more later when you've got the time

That sounds awesome id love too

Sorry Y/N Han stole my phone and made this chat i was just getting my makeup done

It’s okay Felix he was really nice and fun to talk to Han

Cant wait to see you in a few minutes when you get on stage

Speaking of we have to go do that now ill see you after if not during

Putting your phone away you sat up a little straighter and looked to the stage knowing they were about to come out. When the boys came out you and Mini both screamed and cheered along. One thing you noticed that during the performance Felix looked to be distracted. “Felix looks distracted any idea why?” Mini asked you, noticing it too “you don’t think he’s looking for me do you?” you asked her back. She looked like she was mulling it over thinking about how likely it might be before going back to cheering and dancing to the performance.

When the performance was over you and Mini sat in your chairs still and once everyone else had left a man had come over to the two of you asking why you were still there. The two of you then pulled out the backstage passes Felix had given you and the man smiled “you must be Y/N and her friend” he stated “i’m their manager please come with me” he said and started to walk towards the stage. As the two of you followed him into the wings of the stage and into the back rooms he led the two of you to an office meeting room space. “Please have a seat and we can go over the NDA” he said gesturing to the chairs on your side of the table. Going over the do’s and don’ts to talking about and sharing things about the boys with others and online the two of you signed the papers. And the manager looked them over then placed them in a briefcase and closed it back up. “Alright now that that is done let me go inform the boys and see what they say” he said and got up and left the room. You looked at Mini and smiled in excitement and she smiled back. It was a few minutes later when he came back “follow me” he said and the two of you followed along.

When he stopped in front of a door and smiled to the two of you as he opened the door and immediately Felix was right there with Han right behind him looking over his right shoulder. Felix smiled and pulled you into a hug “Y/N!! You're here!!” he cheered, you laughed and hugged him back “it’s so cool to be here thank you again so much Felix” you told him. As the two of you pulled away Han nudged Felix out of the way and hugged you next “Y/N it’s so nice to meet you” Han had said and you could hear Felix introducing himself to Mini and vice versa. As Han pulled away he led you into the room and there you saw the other boys, Chan was the first of the others to come say hi and introduce himself. Next were the four on the couch Changbin, Hyunjin, Seungmin and I.N then Lee Know said hi from across the room seeming to be stand off ish and watching over all.

Mini and you had been introduced to them and they had been introduced to the two of you. With that everyone had gotten comfortable and had sat around, the boys had ordered food for everyone as they had planned to just stay there till show time and had invited the two of you to stay with them. Joking, laughing and talking, the ten of you got along perfectly. While Lee Know seemed to take the longest to warm up to you and Mini but you didn’t hold it against him he just wanted to protect the members and their career from anything that might harm them.

#stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader #changbin x reader #hyunjin x reader #han jisung x reader #felix x reader #seungmin x reader #i.n x reader

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verriand · 4 months

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Mini thought;

I will sometimes, once a half year play OSRS again for a bit. I played it when I was a child 20 years ago when it came out and it was my first "real" mmo that the family PC could handle without 13 bucks a month costs.

While you could change your gender in-game since like 2004, it only became a problem to the player base in recent years. Jagex, the company behind Runescape, will do Pride events. These events are optional and can be wildly ignored by players.

Player don't ignore it though, they put on full white robes and start protesting in the capital cities. The most famous saying being "We pay, no gay".

Meaning, "we pay a monthly fee to play this game and as such, we should be allowed to dictate that all LGBTQ+ should not be welcome here"

Warning for the language maybe, but hey, this is how it is, this is how they talk.

Staff has gone on record to say that the hundreds of accounts that do this, are not regular players. Which is amazing to me, rather then looking at your own player base and realizing something over the course of like 15 years, it's easier to say that hundreds of people who don't play this game, make an account, finish like 40 quests, get to level 70, get membership for 10 bucks a month to even get the robes, and then protest in a city for 1 day saying the most heinous shit.

I'm just lost on who has the motivation and is willing to both spend the money and grind skills in RS of all places, just to have a mini platform to be a cunt. From all the horrible things I see people say in the game every time I log in and from the past, I'm very hard to convince that the calls are coming from outside the house, ya know?

I spend time in Clan Chat channels. I hop around, talk to people while playing the medieval fantasy cookie clicker. You very often see very homophobic sentiments being thrown around. Every one is always waiting to rant about the "letter maffia" and all that shit. Recently I was in a chat channel that was quiet for a bit. Just 2 guys talking about some of their health problems. Some one runs in and start saying junk like "Cant stand the lgbtipjsertijegrwnpjige3" I give a 2 word reply of "calm down" we're met with him keymashing for a while. at the end, asking if he missed any freaks? The multiple people that weave in and out of chat stay silent and I shrug and leave the channel.

This is honestly, normal in OSRS, the player base is mostly people who used to play it when they were 10. The problem is that it seems the majority of their brains have also stagnated at that age.

For a game that meant so much to me as an MMO experience combined with the Runescape Forums I was on, it always hard to see that the majority of players are such cunts and are biting their teeth just for the opportunity to vomit their dumb-shit hate.

I just find it sad. Because it brings me to the next piece, group advertisements in MMO's and other games.

Joining random groups can be fine, but you always find someone somewhere who needs to regurgitate FOX news somehow. But, when we search for LGBTQ+ friendly groups, we still have to gamble.

I've joined a few of these clans/groups here and there. The majority of the crowd seems fine and is having fun hanging out and not getting suicide stats thrown at them for just being in the chat.

But then there's always group leads who are a little strange on the edges. Sometimes it's just a young person figuring themselves out and is just watching people more comfy in their expression to hopefully learn and get confidence, sure. I've had that. The silent guy on the side wasen't seething at us just being. He's trying to learn from us.

But, it also happens that the whole group is just a Chaser operation set-up for the leader. I've landed and departed from a few FF14 Free Companies (Player run Guilds) that claimed to be inclusive. Again, the crowd was fine, we're all being led here by the same premise. The sign says welcome and so, I'm gonna feel welcomed.

It was the very caring leader that would often PM you to see what was up. It looks caring, it looks like this person was looking out for you.

But the tone will change.

"We've become so connected together, haven't we? After me talking to you for a month, we're pretty close right? I've ranted a little and shown some weakness as you did to you. We're just so connected. I wanna see you."

The tone really changes when you find out only certain people get these messages. Sometimes you're a little forthcoming about yourself and maybe people find out that you're trans. Again, the crowd is innocent, they just want to hang with similar people and support eachother.

But now the Clan lead is PM'ing you daily.

I dunno, I just hate it online. I liked the internet more when these cunts were contained in their imageboards and shooter game lobbies that they thought to be the entire internet.

Now my cozy corners of the web have been destroyed and I'm forced unto the same platform as people who want to see me dead because of drooling conservative rhetoric or christian brainworm bullshit.

#OSRS #runescape #fuck off #shut the fuck up #“those” RS players DNI

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happyspookysteamer · 11 months

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Letters to a Friend

Chapter 2

For months, nothing much changed in James’s life. Regular goods trains, the occasional passenger train and so on. No matter the weather, work went on, much to the red engine’s dismay. There is nothing much he can do about it though, he knows this, but he was always the type to make his discomfort known, except for this one day... Winter was rolling in, a layer of frost covered the land in the mornings and a light fog hung low over the fields. James was at the water tower filling his tender. He was told he had to take another goods train with Edward. The red engine took a deep breath not looking forward to the assignment, but he wasn’t as much in a bad mood as he thought he should be, he just looked off into the busy yard, Vance noticed the lack of grumbling, he knew James didn't always grumble or complain, but if he was this silent there was some cause for concern.

“Accepted your fate?” he teased his engine. James snorted, but there was a light smile on his face before returning to a neutral expression. “Very funny, No, I was just lost in thought for a minute”. Vance raised a brow at this. “Wanna talk about it, big guy?” James didn't say anything at first. Then he looked at his driver and spoke softly. “I was just thinking, It still seems kind of surreal to me how peaceful things are, a few years ago I was running trains to no end, maintenance low, scared out of my sleep because of air raid sirens, people hiding in their basements, looking for their belongings in the aftermath, leaving the island, you know… just the constant tension and the fear, the uncertainty, that was pretty much an everyday thing and I guess now I registered that everything is quieter, it's a bittersweet quiet though but its more quiet, more normal, if you know what I mean.”

Vance was in thought. “Well, I was only a boy during the war and I barely had any idea why suddenly these things were happening, But I get what you mean. Some still cant believe that it is over, and it has already been a few years, just ask Lawrence.” James's expression turned to one of sadness at the mention of his old driver. From what James has been told, the old man now sits in his family home alone, and James has not seen him since his retirement 2 years ago. Those difficult years took its toll on the man, James remembered the blank face Lawrence had the day he retired. He patted James on the buffer and left without looking back. He had a temporary driver back then for a while before Vance and Wallace came. James didn't have a lot of fond memories during that time, barely anybody had.

“It is strange to me, I’ve been through 2 world wars, you’d think I’d have hardened up a little, I mean look at Old Iron, after everything he just… seems fine...” James thought about Edward, kind, wise, brave, a little impatient at times, not the strongest or the fastest but even James knew, even though he would never say it out loud, the Edward is the most reliable and is a really useful engine. The old engine always put his duty first. Always finishing his jobs no matter the circumstance, getting multiple people and engines to safety without as much as a complaint, the old engine often neglected his own well-being in the process. This often made James angry, not at Edward but at himself, James could never be like him, he wanted to be kind and brave, reliable and of course really useful, but he didn't think he ever could, he is not Edward, he is the vain red engine called James.

“I wouldn't think that way, James.” Vance said sternly. “You don't know how this war has affected him, because trust me it did, it affected all of us, it's not something you can just walk off after it ends, especially this one.” James slightly flinched at his driver’s tone. Vance calmly continued. “Hey, I know what you are feeling, I know you feel like you could have done more, but we all did the best we could at the time, you did your work as Edward did his. Even in the aftermath we all did our work, sure you complained a lot, but you did your work nonetheless and that matters the most. You don't need to be like Edward, you can be you and still be a good engine, just don't assume Edward wasn't affected by any of this either, we all have our own ways of coping.” Vance patted James on the buffer. The red engine took in his driver’s words, he knew he was right. Vance smiled before going back to James’s cab. Wallace was shoveling coal as Vance jumped back in. Wallace smiled, “nice chat?” he asked. “Just needed to talk a little.” said Vance. “You or James?” said Wallace. Vance laughed, “I think we both needed it.”

James moved toward the station. There he met up with Edward, who smiled at him warmly. “Hello James, ready to take the train” asked the old engine. “Ready as I’ll ever be” sighed James. Edward just chuckled. The two engines went toward the station where their train was waiting. As they got there, James’s rather somber mood turned into annoyance and anger as he saw the train. Most of it was construction materials and coal trucks, but at the front were a few tankers filled with “Tar...” scowled the red engine.

As soon as he got arranged, Edward coupled in front. It is quite a large train, so he understood why the old blue engine needed some help. James, returned to his usual self and made a very vocal complaint. “What part of “Mixed” traffic engine does everybody seem to forget? I have been confined to goods trains for weeks now!” Edward, ever the patient engine, took no note of his tone and answered politely “There are bound to be many goods trains after a war James, repairs take a while, also as a “mixed” traffic engine you were always bound to mostly take goods trains.” James just let off steam. “This trip won't take too long, the trucks need to be dropped off at Elsbridge.” said Edward kindly. James muttered something that Edward couldn't understand. The old engine just chuckled, slightly amused, as the two Engines waited for the signal to give them the all clear.

Howard, Edward’s fireman, was talking to Wallace when the station master came up to them with an envelope in his hand. “Mr. Peterson, there is a letter for you.” said the station master. Wallace took the letter from his hand and looked at where it came from. Howard looked as well. “From France?” asked Howard surprised. Wallace flipped the letter around, thinking to himself who it could be from. After a hot second, a lightbulb went off and he grinned. He opened the letter and skimmed through it, after that he grinned even more and jumped into James’s cab with Vance.

Vance was looking at James’s gauges when a letter was slapped into his face. “Wallace...” Vance sighed. “Somebody actually wrote back!” Vance took the letter off of his face to examine it, Wallace meanwhile checked James’s boiler pressure and took a quick peek at his fire before joining Vance. Vance looked back at his fireman, “Well, that seems to be the case.” “You two going to let me in on the conversation?” James said. Wallace grabbed the letter from Vance. He just sighed again and looked after James’s fire.

Wallace ran up to the front of the red engine and held the letter in front of him. James just blinked. Wallace came closer with the letter. “Remember the letter we wrote on that stormy day a few months ago?” “Oh, I almost forgot about that, someone actually wrote to us?” asked James looking at the paper. “I made a few more copies of the letter and sent them to at least 5 different railways. Most came back, I assumed the rest were thrown out, but apparently somebody did get our letter.”

Edward overheard their conversation, he thought it quite sweet, James and his crew writing a Pen-pal. The thought made him chuckle a bit. James of course heard him. “What, what is it?” asked the red engine. “Oh nothing James” Edward smiled sweetly with a hint of mischief. James frowned, “Oh spit it out already, what are you laughing about Edward?” The old blue engine smiled. “I just think it's nice that you and your crew are writing letters and meeting new people, it's sweet.” James’s face turned as red as his paint, he tried putting on a displeased kind of scowl, but he wasn't succeeding as Edward just chuckled at his expression. “S-sweet? We just wrote this out of Boredom! We didn't expect anybody to write back!” “We didn't?” asked Wallace and Vance together. James whispered angrily to them “You’re not helping!” the Vance smirked while Wallace was actually confused at the assumption.

“I’m just teasing you James, but it's still nice to meet new people, make new friends, I’m happy for you James, genuinely.” James didn't respond, just looked away and pretended to be annoyed by muttering nonsense under his breath. “And don't worry, your secret is safe with me, I know Henry and Gordon would never let you hear the end of it.” James muttered a meek “thank you” to the old engine. Their signal finally went down and Edward whistled and hissed steam, slowly moving forward with James following suit. Wallace jumped back into James’s cab and the train slowly moved. Wallace secured the letter in his pocket for later, and the train left the station.

On the way to Elsbridge, James asked about the letter. Wallace pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Vance, so he could continue shoveling coal. While Vance was busy himself, he was still able to take a glance or two at the letter. “From what I can tell at first glance, James, the letter was sent from the southern province of France.” “What else does it say?” asked James. “Now is hardly the time. I’ll read it to you once we have a few minutes to ourselves after this train.” said his driver. “Well, can I at least ask who sent it?” asked James. “Someone named Andreas Stark”.

#letters to a friend #thomas and friends #thomas the tank engine #ttte #ttte fanfic #ttte oc #ttte james #james the splendid engine #james the red engine #james makes a new friend #ttte edward #edward the blue engine

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deepfriedseagullfeet · 1 year

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honestly i feel like i never talk about the crushing psychological repercussions of anti cheating on jameson with marvin

like. jameson has withstood some pretty frightening and horrific things by anti's hands. he has had bottles smashed over his head and has been slammed into the tile floor in the kitchen until his head started bleeding and has been nearly strangled to death on multiple occasions. hes been beaten to bloody pulps and whipped with belts and sexually abused and screamed at and stabbed and had his bones broken, often times for no real reason.

and he withstands these things for many reasons. but the one thing he always tells himself, constantly, is that deep down, anti loves him. just like he always has, anti still, still loves him. they are married forever, to have and to hold, and jameson is anti's one and only. jameson gives so, so much of himself, body and soul and even any scraps left over to anti. he gives everything he possibly can, so much love and attention and forgiveness for everything anti does to him.

and so when jameson finds that anti fell for someone else, that anti decided to lie to jameson's face that he was working late when in reality he was out partying and making out with his new fancy magician partner, well, he was pretty angry. at first.

because of course hes going to feel betrayed and hurt. and for a short time he doesnt talk to anti and anti doesnt talk to him. but after a few days, the sting starts turning into something else. and jameson starts to wonder, well, why did anti go for someone else? was...was i not good enough?

and so he wants to know. he asks anti about marvin. he wants to know how they met and why anti wanted marvin over him. but there is nothing healthy about how anti feels about jameson, and so he just...ignores him. he locks himself in his office or goes out with his rifle to shoot things in the woods.

jameson doesnt get anything. no half-hearted apologies, nothing along the lines of "oh honey, they arent anything like you, i promise it wont happen again," no excuses, no answer.

jameson tries talking to his husband. anti ignores him. he cooks for him. anti doesnt eat it. he tries making any conversation in bed. anti sleeps on the couch.

while anti is busy plotting out where the egos are hiding and how he can have all of them as puppets, jameson is falling apart. what did he do? what did he do that would make the love of his life choose someone else? is he not good enough? anti's mail-order bride, his perfect groom, his everything; its not enough? oh, anti please, please just talk to me, he begs, the motions of his hands being purposefully ignored.

there is an ice pick splitting his chest apart. he cant sleep. he stays awake because of how bad it hurts. he sits on the floor of the shower until the water goes cold, trying not to hyperventilate thinking about how his suffering was for nothing, how anti doesnt love him, how hard he tries, every fucking day, to be good, to be loving. and its not enough for anti.

jameson catches him in the hall and asks, over and over, am i not enough? am i not enough? what did i do wrong? i try very hard, my love, you are all that i have, i love you so much, please, just tell me how i can fix this, how i can be better for you, please, anti, i love you, im so sorry, please. would hitting me make you feel better? would you like that? i won't cry this time, i promise, i just want you to love me again.

was my cooking stale? was i bad at conversation? am i not good in bed? do you not like how i play our piano for you every day? do you dislike my paintings? is the garden not beautiful enough? is my love for you not to your liking? am i not to your liking? do these wedding rings mean nothing anymore? does the ugly scar on my left thigh that boasts your name not appeal to you? oh please, anti, love, please, tell me, tell me how i can be good, tell me how i can make you happy, i'd do anything for you, anything at all, please, oh, please, i love you, i'm sorry for anything that made you unhappy, please, i love you, i love you, i love you.

jameson sobs on the floor, apologizing for something he didn't do, begging for any scrap of affection or meaning or love that his husband is willing to give. he cries and anti steps over his body and closes the door to his office and there is nothing more that jameson wants in that moment than to die.

theres a reason why he doesn't like talking to marvin.

#yea.#ego posting #jameson jackson #abuse tw #domestic violence tw #ask to tag

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effectivelyweird · 11 months

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The NHS is hell (gynaecology edition)

Six weeks ago I had a pelvic prolapse of some sort. This caused varying levels of pain and discomfort. I havent been able to walk anywhere, or stand for more than a few minutes before experiencing pain. At the end of the worst days I have to push my insides back in.

I obviously went straight to my GP who was unable to examine me because it hurt too much to even get a finger in. At that point I basically didnt have a vagina, it was collapsed and squished, of course it was going to be tough to get a feel. GP referred me to gynaecology to get an ultrasound.

SIX WEEKS LATER I finally have an appointment. I get in (partner in tow for support) and am immediately asked:

Doctor: "Why are you here?"

Like??? Didnt you read the referral? MEe: "I've had a prolapse" Doctor: "How many children?" Me: "None" Doctor: Pauses and looks confused

Now, whilst it is far more common for people who've given birth to have a prolapse, it absolutely is not the only thing to cause one. I fall into basically every other risk category, it is NOT a surprise that this has happened.

Then I was asked to give my entire medical history and all the meds Im currently taking.

Like?????? WHY dont you already have that information???? I've waited six weeks in on and off agony, unable to leave the flat, holding out for this appointment, and now I have to spend the first half of it giving you information you should already have.

We move on to a physical examination. I explain that despite taking a pill to stop my periods, surprise! Im having a period. I have brought stuff to get me sorted and cleaned up (I use a cup, cant really be examined with that in) and explain Im happy to go get sorted so we can do this.

Doctor makes a rude comment like "If you'll let us examine you" like I didnt just make it clear I was happy to be examined. So now Im wondering wtf did that referral say? My GP hadnt been able to examine me because of intense pain when she tried, not because I didnt let her.

So I get myself sorted and lying on the examination bed. Im already very uncomfortable with being poked about down there for multiple reasons but I always suck it up because they're medical professionals and are here to help. For extra context, I have a skin disorder down there which means I tear very easily, things have narrowed or disappeared entirely, basically you have to handle me with care. I havent had sex in nearly six years due to discomfort both in and out.

Doc comes over, lubes up and dives straight in. If I hadnt just pulled my cup out of me, this in itself would have caused great pain. She then moves around wildly to get a good feel, hitting a tender spot and making me yelp.

"Oh, did that hurt?" she says, clearly surprised.

"Uh, yeah??" I say incredulously. Of course it fucking hurt. I have something out of place in that area and you just tried to scramble my eggs.

Doc abandons her examination and goes back to her computer. I am not given anything to wipe myself down with so Im left with a mass of lube and fluids for my pants to just deal with I guess.

I was then told I was being passed on to the womens hospital who will "make sure youre doing your kegel exercises properly" "I havent been given any kegel exercises though?"

Doctor looks surprised and slides a hand written note over to me. It has a website name for me to look up and learn from there.

Then it was over.

Without telling me ANY information about what was happening with my body. So did I have a prolapse? Did I not? Did she feel everything was fine? Did she feel something wrong?

I DONT KNOW

Im exactly as clueless as I was before I went in there, and now a little traumatised from the experience.

I waited six weeks, unable to live my life in that time, only to spend £20 I dont have to go to an appointment I didnt need. I was referred to get an ultrasound from gynaecology and instead I got an aggressive examination and then palmed off to the next clinic without a care in the world. I clearly stated when I went in that I am autistic and have ADHD but even if I wasnt I think I would have still been shook from her (lack of) bedside manners. I still dont know whats happening to my body. I still dont know what I should be doing, or not doing, to help this issue.

All I know is that I didnt get what I was referred for and now I cant pay my bills.

And I still have to stuff my insides back in on a bad day.

#nhs crisis #nhs #gynaecology #im so fucking tired of this shit #this is a widespread issue across the nhs

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timelord-winchester-22b · 1 year

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I think you’re in the wrong about the commenting on men being sexually harassed post and it wouldn’t be a bad idea to actually read what you’re commenting on with some critical thinking skills.

I'm not about to attack you for an opinion, I can see how you'd consider me in the wrong in this scenario. Fair enough and whatnot, but my point (following the original comment, I don't mean that one) still stands. Okay, I could indeed have read the entire thing with critical thinking skills, of course I could have, but I do that shit all day every day and I come to this silly little site to not do that. And okay, maybe I shouldn't comment on something without reading it all, but that's all been told to me the past few days in a series of very long and very aggressive responses that repeated themselves, captial letters and all.

All I said in response was that okay, fair enough, but I'd prefer not to be attacked on my own corner of this funny little site that I never intended to take seriously. And honestly, how am I to even know that you're someone different from the original person being mad at me (who by the way, continued to have at me with multiple paragraph responses even once I'd said I would not be participating with the conversation any longer) considering you cant even deign to give me this message with any variation of your own identity attached.

I appreciate your opinion being stated with at least the basic amount of respect, though. I can admit when I am wrong, but I will not be telling anyone they are in the right for verbally abusing someone over the internet, no matter the cause.

This will probably be the last time I address this, thanks.

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[ jessica alba | cis woman | she/her | forty-three ] —— welcome to grimrose, barbara ortega. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a tourist who has been in town for one week, especially since you spend most of your days as a fictional romance author? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little melodramatic more than you are charismatic… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of dreams by the cranberries and deep red wine filled to the brim of a glass, a tightness in your chest that loosens faster than anticipated, and the realization that you never knew what real love was until you lost it. hope to see you around, barbie.

pinterest | inspos: charlotte york (sex and the city), izzie stevens (greys anatomy), helen (bridesmaids), hermione granger (harry potter), the protagonist in like, any hallmark movie lol

full name — barbara dolores ortega torres nickname(s) — barbie name meaning — foreign, exotic, strange age — forty-three date of birth — july 1st place of birth — miami, florida current location — grimrose, new hampshire gender — cis woman pronouns — she / her religion — catholic, non-practicing occupation — fictional romance author education level — masters degree in creative writing residence — renting out a room at the white whale inn family — christian torres, ex-husband & gabriella torres, daughter & parents and older siblings finances — pretty well off from her (ex)husbands business mixed with her own money from multiple publications spoken languages — english, spanish faceclaim / voiceclaim — jessica alba

background — tw: divorce

barbara ortega grew up with an amazingly supportive family. as the youngest of her siblings, she was always the baby of the family and treated especially as such by her parents. she’s still incredibly close with them, even her siblings.

barbie is a hopeless romantic, however. she fell in love with her first and only boyfriend in middle school and thats the only love she has ever known. the two got married right out of high school and stayed together just up until now. the minute their daughter, gabriella, walked out of the doors to head to her first year in college, barbie’s husband, christian, told her that he was leaving her.

thankfully, barbie is a pretty well known romance author to some. she’s not as successful as she hopes to be ( not knowing that all her books are the same vanilla love story rn ). since there isn’t anything tying her to miami anymore, she decides to head to the coast. take some time to herself while still under the pressures of writing chapters for her next novel. one she has been having writers block with. she cant seem to find the love in her own loveless life now.

shes only been in grimrose for a week after spending a few months mourning her one and only love. mourning the relationship and the fact that is was over in 5 seconds flat. now, she wants to try and move forward, even when everything seems to be pulling her back. she hopes grimrose will give her a boost of what she needs to finish this next book and go back to miami and see if she can work things out with christian ( until she realizes even she doesn’t want that ).

headcanons — tw: pregnancy, pregnancy difficulties

barbie secretly wishes she was able to give gabriella the same big family lifestyle that she had growing up, but barbie’s pregnancy was too difficult and dangerous for her to think about having more children. it broke her heart, but she knew to accept anything that life threw at her.

barbie can be a bit high strung. she likes order, following deadlines, and doing things without distress or mess. she blames this on living in such a chaotic household growing up, but she wouldn’t change a thing. she’s hoping this divorce and a lack of schedule will help her grow out of it a bit.

her most recent novel was a big flop. its messed with barbie’s head, especially when facing strict deadlines now for this new novel that she can’t seem to write. she’s thinking of doing something different maybe, however she needs inspiration — this is why she chose to leave miami for some time and visit someplace new.

#╰ * 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐄. : intro. ⧽ you have my heart so don't hurt me .#grimrosehqs.intro

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