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lingeriae · 9 months

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you catching an attitude w your best friend!connie after seeing him posted up on a girls instagram? whewwww...

warnings - flufff, connie has nip piercing, mention of readers pum pum but there is no sex! kissing, ass slapping, connie literally says he's gonna have sex with the reader, jealousy, toxic connie if you squint a lil, cursing, reader is female,not proofread, raeder and connie are aged up to 21+

It's a wednesday night when you're scrolling through tiktok with connie on facetime, your laid on your tummy with your feet swinging behind you, thighs being squished by the pink thigh high socks you had on. you giggle at a tiktok your friend scent you moving to reply but pausing to roll your eyes at the deep voice that came from your phone speakers.

"What got you giggling like that?" his voice is raspy due to all the screaming and hollering he was doing while on the game with ony, he glances at you for a second before dragging his eyes back to his computer screen cussing said man for some unknown reason. "why this fool wont stay outta my business." you mutter showing the top half of your face so he wouldn't see the grin on your glossed lips as you watched how he side-eyed you.

Your phone vibrated as you got a notification from instagram, your brows drew together at the message immediately clicking it.

big cocky deja 👅

girlll....

shared @sasha's story

i be instigating or is that baldie???

aint yall talkin??

Lashes fluttering as you blinked at the picture, slowly sitting up as you clicked on the story zooming in lips slowly parting in disbelief. "What's wrong?" the sound of his voice sudddenly reminded you he was on the call, quickly clicking on to the call you rubbed your lips together with drawn eyebrows suddenly becoming irritated with his prescence as you felt your lashes get wet. "Who the fuck is Sasha?" you asked with a steady voice, pushing up your lips impatiently as you waited from his to answer the question.

Connie paused his game at your question, eye brows furrowing as he turned to look at you. He bit his lips as he looked at you, noting the irritation your face with a shake of his head he turned back to the game. "Don't wory bout it." Your face twisted at his words staring at his side profile for a minute before sucking your teeth not carying if he could note how upset you were.

"Alright, bro, bye." not giving him the chance to answer you hang up deciding to go on 'sasha's page to stalk her itching to find out who she is, and what relation she has to connie. Mid scrolling you pause at a picture of her kissing connie's cheek, it was posted a few months back but it still made you feel a pit in your stomach and made you gnaw at your lips while tears ran down your cheeks. Connie was messaging your phone non-stop, telling you to stop playing and answer his messages, trying to explain shit between him and the sasha girl, but you didn't bother reading any replying with a simple thumbs-up emoji and muting him.

You thought about how silly you were being seeing as how you and Connie weren't even together, but it felt like you were. Always together and if you weren't you'd alway be on the phone, always telling each other shit, always sharing tender touches and meaningful glances at eachother - fuck he even called you 'his girl' infront of his homeboys, didn't that mean you were together? although, he didn't ask so that technically didn't mean you were but you weren't seeing nobody and he reassured you that he wasn't either, was that just a lie?

Sniffing you clicked off of sasha's profile, leaving your phone on the bed as you got up to use the bathroom. Looking at your puffy eyed expression you sucked you teeth mad at yourself for crying over some boy, you gently washed your face with cool water before using a towel to wipe away the water and applying baby oil to your plump lips, the sudden knocking on your door had your eyebrows furrowing until you realized who it could be. The thought alone caused an annoy sigh to leave your lips, and for you to feign ignorance to the fluttering at you stomach at what would happen.

Taking your time to walk at the door, stopping at mirror on the wall to fix your appearance and unbuttoning your snoopy pajama top to show a little of your cleavage, a gold necklace with the inital 'c' glistening against the pretty brown skin of your supple breast, you turned to look at the shorts bending over to shake your ass a little but quickly standing up as Connie's knocking grew louder.

Rolling your eyes you walked up to the door, pulling it open to reveal Connie. Your pussy did a thump thump as you took him in, a black tank top you're sure he just slipped on in a hurry, his nipples along with his nipple piercings pushing against the material of it and grey sweatpants. His hands were shoved in the pocket on his sweatpants as his eyes roamed your body slightly pausing on your thighs that spilled through the material of your socs, jaw clenching as he finally met your eyes with an eyebrow raised.

Leaning against your door you look him up and down before looking at your coks clad feet, fidgeting as you felt his gaxe pierce into you. "Whatchu want Connie? It's late."

He quinted his eyes at you letting out a sarcastic laugh with his tongue poking his inner cheek, "You too good to look at me, or sum?"

Cocking out your hips with your arms crossed over your chest, you shook your head before rolling your eyes at him moving to shut the door while muttering "I aint got time for this." softly under your breath. Your breath hitched as Connie held unto the door, pushing it open and walking inside before shutting it behind him leaning against the door and refusing to break eye-contact with you.

Scoffing you turn your back to him before walking to your room, an extra sway in your hips as you feel him walking closely behind you, eyes on the fat that spilled out of the material of your shorts hearing him cuss under his breath as he almost hit a wall from not staring caused a small smile to pulll at your lips. falling unto your bed with a huff you glared at him. You hated the fact that he looked so good, his muscle atraining againt the material of his tank top as he crossed his arms looking down at you, dick straining against his sweatpants, your mouth almost watering at the sight had you looking away.

"What's your problem?" laughing with a shake of your head you pointed a finger towards your chest. "Me? I don't got a problem, cause im not supposed to worry about it right? tuh fuck you take me for."

Connie groans running a hand down his face mumbling something in spanish under his breath, fueling your anger. After he disregards your question he comes into your house acting as if you were the problem, when he was out there laid up with other girls. You stand up from the spot on your bed smacking your lips together as you snatched your phone from it's position on your bed, walking past him making sure not to touch him as you made your way to the kitchen. His mouth parted at your attitude, hot on your trail as you began mumbling some shit under your breath.

"Don't even know why I fucking bother, aint like you my man anyway-" you inhaled deeply as connie pressed himself behind you, mouth running dry as you felt all the muscle beneath his tank top and his dick against your ass hands shoved into his pockets as he watched you take a water bottle out of the fridge with shaky hands, trying your best to ignore his presence behind you.

"Whatchu mumbling? Say it again so I can hear you." The vibration from his worth runs throughout your body and straight to your pussy, your back straightens as you close the fridge spinning around to through him a weak glare that quickly flattered as he looked down at you through his lashes, his eyes almost seeming dark. Your legs shook as he licked his lips the action not going unnoticed by him, you took a deep breath before unlocking your phone, shoving it into his face a second later refusing to meet his eyes.

His honey coloured eyes dragged from your face to your phone, taling it from you to look at what you were shovwing him properly, his lips parting to release a huff that sounded too close to a laugh had your eyes dragging from the floor to meet his, shivering a bit as they were already on you. Raising a brow at you connie licked his lips, "You jealous, ma?" giving him a blank look you tried snatching your phone out of his hand only for him to move it back, your chest now pressed against his. Biting your lips as you feel his nipple piercing rub agains your nipples, you try not to let a whimper escape you at the groan he lets out and the look on his face, bottom lip tucked between his teeth with a pink blush across his face and a look of lust in his eyes. You shiver as he removes the hand he has in his pocket, bringing it to rest on your back to keep you against him.

He rubs his nose against yours before resting his forehead against yours gently squeezing your hips, he kisses your lips twice transferring the baby oil you placed on them earlier t his lips, and you allow him savouring the taste of them like you have many times before. "Sasha's this girl I used to talk to," he says after a minute, letting out a breath through his nose at the way you tense beneath his touch and try to move away before he's pulling you back against him placing your phone on the counter so that he can hold your face. You look at him with your lips folded, hurt evident in your expression which caused him to sigh softly and kiss your cheeks. "We weren't together cause I found out she was messing round with some guy. I haven't talked to her since, and I wouldn't have known she posted that shit cause I blocked her."

eyes watering, the tips of your figer brush aginst the thread of his sweat pants as you play with the strings watching the way you twirl it around your finger, sniffing you slowly look up at him rubbing your lips together. "You promise?" humming he kisses you again, leaning back wiping under your eyes.

"Promise baby." you pull him down to kiss you again, parting your lips to give him access and sighing into his mouth as his hands slip under your snoppy pajama top. He leans back again pecking your lips and resting his forehead against yours with closed eyes, you feel his hands move from your face to your hips inching towards your ass before he gives it a squeeze laughing as you hiss at him and try to remove his hands.

"Looked too good not to," He says leaning down to kiss you again, " gonna fuck the shit outta you for giving me so much attitude." the sound of a smack sounds through the air as connie slaps your ass, rubbing it after and laughing at your whines.

"Connie! Don't do that shit it hurts!"

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hrryshoney · 4 months

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you got the antidote

gynecologist!matty healy x reader

A/N: did somebody say continuation? pt. 1, hope u guys enjoy again. so happy that yall find this Man as appealing as me! ty to everyone who bounced ideas w me bc u probs made this part 10x better😋 and again, don’t like it then don’t read it. p.s. there’s a scene where reader is texting! Bold is matty. Italics is reader.

warnings: smut 18+, p in v unprotected sex, inappropriate actions in a doctors office, loss of virginity, size kink (so, reader being implied as smaller), corruption kink, use of Y/N, taboo topics/power imbalance (doctor/patient), fingering, oral (f receiving), light choking, light spanking, dom and sub dynamics, problematic age gap maybe (reader is 22/23, matty is 29/30), dirty talk, lots more lol etc..

It was 6:00 pm on a Wednesday, and you were getting ready for sleep. Well, not sleep exactly, but you were going to shower and get in bed. You had gotten back from class about an hour ago now, and after having a light dinner all you wanted to do was have your ‘everything shower’ and relax.

Then, your phone pinged with a text message. You walked over to your nightstand to see who it was, assuming it would be one of your friends, or even your partner on a project for one of your classes. You were confused, though, to see a text from an unknown number.

It was even more confusing that they were speaking like they knew you.

Unknown - Today 6:04 PM

Come by the office? Need to discuss some things.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember who this could be. Or, if this text was even meant for you. You could ignore it, but something in your gut told you not to. You decided on sending a simple text back.

sorry, i think you’ve got the wrong number!

You clicked your phone off, throwing it on your bed and walking into your bathroom. You turned the water on, turning it to the hottest setting and letting the bathroom steam. Hearing your phone ping again from the other room, you sighed inwardly and hung your head. Stepping out of the bathroom, you went to check your phone again. This time, there were two messages.

Unknown

Don’t think so.

This is Y/N, correct?

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, gripping the phone in your hand tighter. Okay, who the fuck was this? And, why did they know your name? However dumb it sounded, you were going to ask them just that.

who is this?

and why do you know my name, lol

Even though this was the number one way to get yourself killed in a horror movie, you gave the stranger the benefit of the doubt. You saw the 3 dots appear on your screen, and decided to wait. When the text came through, you felt immediate relief.

Unknown

Sorry, Princess.

This is Matty.

You found yourself smiling at your phone, now. Of course, why wouldn’t it be Matty. But then it struck you that your gynecologist was not only texting you, but calling you princess. And you never gave out your number.

doctor healy lol!

how’d you get my number?

Files, and all that.

You giggled, and decided to put his name in your phone as ‘Doctor Healy’. Swiping back to your chat to respond.

ahh, not very professional

Why not stir the pot? You were bored, and it was a bleak and boring Wednesday. You had nothing better to be doing, really. You walked into the bathroom to shut the shower’s tap, it could wait. You showered yesterday, and you wanted to talk to Matty.

I think that’s the least unprofessional thing you have to worry about, Princess.

Your heartbeat sped up slightly. You jumped into your bed, rolling on your stomach and pulling the cold comforter around you. All the responses you could think of were poor, so you settled for a lame one in the end.

don’t call me thatt

“princess”

Unfortunately for you, Matty’s response was almost immediate.

Perhaps ‘brat’ is more fitting, then?

Are you coming to the office?

Embarrassment surged through you, and you dropped your phone to put your face in your hands. Despite the fact that he couldn’t see you, he was still having an effect on you. And you know you shouldn’t be having these thoughts about him.

yes, sure

what for?

Just wanna go over some of your stats.

Your eyes widened, and as if he could see you through the screen, Matty sent you another text for clarification.

Don’t worry, though. Everything’s alright.

okay, great!

It’s only me here, rest of the staff went home. Just park out front and come in, door’s open.

You hearted his message and decided to change your clothes before you went. You thought it was a little strange that Matty would have you come in after everyone had left, but you supposed he knew what he was doing.

Since you figured you would be coming home right after, you decided to forgo a bra. You threw an oversized sweatshirt on over your head. Changing your jeans out for leggings. You slipped on your sneakers and laced them up.

You took the elevator down from your apartment to the lobby, quickly walking to your car that was parked in the parking garage. Luckily for you, it was still daylight outside.

The drive was quiet and quick, you unplugged your phone from the aux and parked out front of the offices. When you walked to the glass double doors and pulled them open, there was no resistant, just as Matty had said.

The lights were on, but the office was barren. It was that same sterile smell and harsh, bright lights from the day of your first appointment. Goosebumps raised on your arms from the slight chill of the space, and you walked towards the open door of one of the examination rooms.

You could hear faint whistling and typing coming from it, confirming your suspicions that it was the one Matty resided in. You made your way to the doorframe, knocking twice on it to alert him of your presence.

Matty’s head immediately shot up from the computer screen, dark brown eyes meeting yours. “Y/N,” He called out once he saw you, a grin on his face. “Come here, then.” He rolled his chair out from under his desk, coming to a stop in the middle of the room.

You walked toward him hesitantly, still nervous and unfamiliar. But, with that smile on his face, how could you ever be nervous. He stood up once you got in front of him, the height difference now visible. You smiled back at him.

“So… what was it you wanted to go over? I know you said it wasn’t urgent, but I was a little jittery about it on the way.” You rambled, picking at the skin on your finger nails. His smile was beginning to look more and more like a smirk as you held his gaze apprehensively.

“Ah, yes. Just one thing I wanted to take a closer look at. Feels like I didn’t get the whole point of view before.” His hand came to rest gently on your shoulder, reassuringly stroking the spot with his thumb. “And, I thought it would be best if I saw you again privately, so I could spend as much time on you as needed.” His pupils almost got larger then, hand slipping down to cradle your elbow.

You felt your body heating up. Giggling, you blindly agreed with his reasoning. “Whatever you see fit, Doctor Healy. What do you need me to do?” You asked him honestly, bouncing back and forth on the balls of your feet. The way he was staring at you made you restless.

He cleared his throat, an attempt to snap himself out of the daze. His eyes dragged up and down your body noticeably, “Would you mind removing your jumper?” He asked, eyes glued to the piece of fabric.

You swallowed thickly, now flustered at the choice you had made earlier in your room. “I- Well, I don’t really have on, um, a bra underneath?” The statement came out as more of a question, and the way his mouth went slightly agape had you fumbling to explain yourself.

“Sorry! I’m sorry if that’s unprofessional, Doctor. I just- I hadn’t realized you would be examining me. I thought this was more of a paperwork thing.” You smiled awkwardly, hoping to ease the tension. His hands twitched by his side, one coming to pull slightly at the front of his trousers.

His chuckle was enough to make you shiver. “It’s nothing to apologize about, really. Just makes my job easier. Are you comfortable to remove it, still?” You whispered your agreement, pulling the sweatshirt over your head with both your hands. Once it was off, you laid it on the examination table, turning to face Matty again.

His gaze was unwavering on your chest, the distance between you two seeming even shorter now. “I can touch you?” Matty asked, breathless. But with your nod, he was shaking his head.

“Come on, Princess. Need your words. Should know this one by now.” His eyes almost gleamed.

“Right, sorry. Yes. You can touch me, Doctor.”

You can almost feel the heat radiating off his body before he touches you. And then, Matty’s hands immediately landed on your hips, tracing them up your body. He started to walk closer to the examination table, backing you up until your heels hit the foot of it. First, his hands were on your bare shoulders. Then, you were being abruptly spun around so your thighs hit the table.

His hand rested on your stomach, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Gonna start your appointment now, okay? Let me know if you need a break.” His fingertips never halted, now playing with one of your breasts. He tweaked your nipple and you let out a gasp.

“Sorry, Princess.“ You can hear the smirk in his voice, and you know he’s not sorry at all. He walks his hands up to your bare neck, letting his hand softly lay in place. You let out a squeak when his fingers suddenly squeeze either side of your neck.

Keeping his hand on your neck, the other comes to grab roughly at your hip. “Small, could do anything to you.” His fingernail trails the rest of your neck, going down the valley of your breasts. Suddenly, both his hands disappear from your body. Before you can whine and beg him for more, you feel his palm flatten on your back.

There’s a slight push, and he’s clearly giving you an out. You give into his strength, bending at the hip over the examination table. “Can I take off your pants?” Matty’s bent above you, leaving a trail of kisses down your bare spine.

Your nod is almost instant, only hindered by the way your cheek was pushed against the table. You can’t help pressing your thighs together. “Please, Doctor Healy.” You feel his hands fiddling with the waistband of your leggings.

“Gotta bend you over and inspect you.” He mumbles, and you don’t think you were meant to hear it. Matty is pulling the leggings down your thighs torturously slow. Once your pants pool at your ankles, you hear him take two steps back. He’s staring at your white panties, and you hear him click his tongue twice.

Matty presses the growing bulge in his trousers right on top of the growing mess in your panties. He leans down once again, a hand on the back of your neck as he whispers in your ear. “Gonna take a look at your little cunt now, okay baby?”

You moan out a noise that sounds somewhat like a yes, and it’s good enough for him. Matty pulls away, pressing a thumb atop the wet spot that has now stains your underwear. “Naughty girl.” He chuckles, and you feel yourself clench around nothing.

Suddenly, you hear a loud tearing sound. You feel the shock when you realize it was Matty ripping your panties from behind, the elastic snapping back on your skin. You gasp feeling the cold air hit your cunt, and the dull sound of your ripped underwear hitting the floor.

Matty runs his fingers down your body, outlining your pussy. “Spread yourself for me.” It’s a demand, and your throat runs dry at the tone of his voice. You bring your two hands back from your side to grab your inner thighs, spreading yourself open for Matty.

Matty’s middle finger prods at your hole, circling it. Your incessant moans making him laugh. “Quiet for me, checking to make sure everything’s okay.” The tip of Matty’s finger slips inside you, stretching you out. As soon as you moan, he’s pulling his finger out again. Teasing.

“Doctor- Matty. Please, please.”

His fingers travel up and down your slit, feeling you out. Your wetness is dripping on his fingers, and you can't help the whines escaping your mouth. Matty makes a noise in the back of his throat, pushing his middle finger into you again. "Feel good?" Matty's voice is a deeper tone than usual, chestnut colored eyes now an almost black.

You moan in confirmation and wiggle your hips, "Another please?" Feeling the constant stretch from his fingers is too good. His unoccupied hand comes to lay flat on your lower back. "Need it, Doctor." You'd beg if he asked, and if he didn't, too. A wet gasp tore through your throat when his thumb came to circle your clit from behind.

"Stay still and I'll make it better, okay? Whiny little girl." Matty says, tone all amusement. In your state, you don't really find it that funny. It's all okay though, when he slides his ring finger into you.

Now, both his fingers are moving in and out of your cunt at a steady pace. The friction is so good, and you can hear the wet sounds your pussy is making. You’d have half the mind to be embarrassed, but you don’t have the energy for your cheeks to start burning.

You can’t stop babbling for him, mostly nonsense. Matty can make out that most of it is you begging, though. He curls his fingers inside of you, plunging his fingers even deeper. “Such a good girl for me. So agreeable, just let me do anything? Yeah, you would. Bent over like a good pet and taking my fingers. Made you into a little slut, huh?”

“Oh my God.” You manage to choke out in between the moans that are shaking your body. You feel yourself get even wetter for him. “Doctor, please. Yes.” You’re shaking your head so hard that you know it’ll hurt later. Matty grabs a fistful of your hair to lift your head up slightly, fingers never stopping.

“Fucking like that? Like being called a slut? Can feel how you clench around me, s’pathetic.” Matty curls his fingers inside you, speeding up his pace even more. He takes his fingers out of you completely. Before you can protest, his hand comes down to slap your cunt. Three quick taps that have your mouth hanging open in silence, and then he slips his fingers back inside of you.

Matty’s hand lets go of your hair, slinking it around your front to rub tight circles on your clit. “Come on, princess. Cum for me, cum for your Doctor.” And when he pinches your clit, you’re gone. You squeeze your eyes shut so tight that you see white behind the lids. Loud moans are pouring out of your mouth and your torso is writing against the table.

His fingers never cease their movements, working you through your orgasm. Once you come down from it, you feel overstimulated. “Too much, Matty.” He slips his fingers out, and you turn your head in time to see him put his fingers in his mouth to taste you.

Matty licks his fingers and holds eye contact, smirking when he’s done. “You taste fucking sweet.” He takes a step closer, and your lips part. Matty slips his two fingers in your mouth, then. His grin goes even wider when you immediately close your lips around his fingers and suck.

“Good girl, don’t you taste good?” He’s chuckling when you nod your head around his fingers, agreeing. He pulls them out of your mouth with a pop, and he moves backwards to his original position.

“Need it right from the source.” He mumbles, and that’s when you see him sinking to his knees. You automatically shove your face down onto the table again, your muscles tense in anticipation. He trails his fingers down your thighs teasingly as he does.

“Been dying for this, you know that? Need to taste you.” His hands hook to the front of your legs, limiting your movement. Your upper body is still bent across the examination table.

He pries your legs apart even further, fingertips gripping hard on your thighs. “Please, Doctor. Do something.” Your whines are met with a chuckle, causing you to bury your cheek further down onto the cold surface. The noise you make is loud when you feel a firm hand come to slap your ass once.

“I’ll decide what you get. I know what’s best for you, Princess. Don’t fuckin’ forget it.” Without warning, he pushes his face into your cunt. His warm tongue licks a long stripe up your folds, and you scream out in pleasure. He moves his tongue down to your clit, flicking it in rhythm. His fingers trail to your hole for a minute again, but they’re gone as soon as they came.

You jolt in oversensitivity when Matty takes his mouth off you, just staring at your pussy. You try to close your legs, but the strain of his large hand against your thighs remind you that you can’t. He blows cold air onto your cunt, and then spits onto your hole.

You clench, and Matty laughs. “Doctor Healy, I-I can’t.” Instantly, his tongue is being shoved inside you. Licking the mess he’s made, and fucking his tongue in and out of you.

“You can and you will. Don’t be a brat.” He speaks against you, and the vibrations of his words just make you moan more. “Just a pleasure drunk whore, and you’re trying to deprive me of this?” His lips purse around your clit, sucking hard.

You’re shaking your head, and your hands raise behind you, tugging slightly at his hair. It’s a poor attempt to push his mouth away from your over sensitive nerves. One of his hands comes up to grab both your wrists, pinning them behind your back.

“Let me eat.” He pins you down even harder, and the feeling is sending you over the edge, and you clench your thighs the best you can.

“Matty.. Fuck. Doctor, please. I’m gonna cum, need to.” Your whole body tenses and you feel yourself teetering on the edge. The slightest thing could set you off, and Matty knows this.

His hand comes up to spank your ass again, and he speaks as he licks over your clit. “Let go, you’re so good. Letting me prep you, stretch you out for me.” And that’s what does you in for the second time of the night.

You cum in Matty’s mouth, and he is working you with his tongue the whole time. One of your hands is gripping the side of the table, trying to ground you in some sense. “Fuck! Thank you, thank you.” Senseless curses and strings of the same words are all you can get out of your mouth.

When you come down from the high, Matty is rubbing your back gently. “Good girl, baby. Did so good for me.” He says it so softly, you almost can’t believe this was the same man who made you cum twice in a row just a second ago.

You turn to prop yourself up on your back, feeling a bit tired from all that just took place. Matty’s smiling at you, but there’s a dusting of pink across his cheeks. His eyes practically black. You look down to his trousers, bulge straining against the zipper.

“Does that hurt, Doctor Healy? I can help you.” Your eyes are wide, and you want to return the favor. Last time he made you feel good, he didn’t get to cum either. It’s only fair.

“Don’t have to, could take care of myself if you’re too worn out. Know it would be your first… and I understand if you want to save that. Make it special.” He’s trying to be polite, be a gentleman. Though, it’s not very gentlemanly when his hand goes to palm himself. You shake your head.

“No, I want to. I wanna give myself to you. And, I can go again, you’re not that good.” Of course, that last bit was a lie. You roll your eyes teasingly, but Matty’s pupils dilate. He steps closer to the table.

“Not that good, baby? Don’t eat your words.” He grabs your wrist and places it on top of the tent in his pants, moving your hand up and down. “Wanna be inside you so bad.” Your head rolls back at his words, desperately needing to feel him in you.

Your fingers work at the zipper of his pants, and before you can look up to gain his consent he’s undoing them himself. He drops his trousers, stepping out of them. Your eyes are glued to his black Calvin’s. Matty is big, and you haven’t even see him yet. There’s spots of precum on his boxers, and you commend him for having the strength of not cumming in his pants.

You pull at the hem of his shirt. He’s got his lab coat on, and you need both items off. You feel so bare before him, he needs to catch up. He gets the message, and quickly takes his coat off. It falls to the floor with a clink.

Then, his button up underneath. He loosened his tie earlier, and quickly pulls it off his neck to discard of. Matty undoes the buttons of his shirts with such diligence, and your mind can’t help but wander to how experienced Doctor Healy really is.

When he shrugs his shirt off, you feel like drooling. The black ink covering his body is truly mouthwatering, and his abs aren’t helping the situation. You bring a hand to trace the tattoo on his hip, but when your eyes trail down to his boxers again, your mind is back on track.

Your hands find his waistband, looking up at him with wide eyes. He nods encouragingly, mouth hung open slightly. As you peel his boxers off, you fight the urge to squeeze your thighs together. This is all so erotic.

Matty’s cock springs free from his underwear, and he is big. His cock is pretty, long and thick. The tip now a slight red from being pressed against his zipper. You run your hand along him, pumping him twice. The moans that come out of his mouth are throaty.

He’s heavy in your hand, and all you want is for him to be inside you. Matty notices your dazed expression and can’t help but smirk. “How do you want me to take you?” His hands rub circles on the exposed skin of your hips.

You think for a moment, before ultimately deciding. “Think if I bent over again, it’d be the most comfortable.” Matty audibly moans at that and throws his head back. You giggle, getting into position.

Matty brings himself behind you, letting his dick run through your wetness. “Got you nice and ready for me, I could slip right in you.” He taps the tip of his cock against your folds. You moan at the weight of it.

Matty’s hard cock prods at your hole, and he’s moving himself through your arousal. The noises coming out of your mouth never cease, and neither does Matty’s dirty mouth. “Don’t know if I’ll fit inside you, baby.” And you can hear the faux pout in his voice without having to turn.

“No, please! Please, Doctor. I can take it.” Your chest is heaving, and your throat feels scratchy from the constant noises falling from your lips. Matty just laughs, clearly enjoying the state you’re in.

Your head feels fuzzy, and you try to clench your jaw to bring you back. Matty sees this and soothes a hand down your back. “Know you can. Always an eager whore for me, baby.”

Matty slides his cock in you, putting only the tip inside and then pulling out. You whine out, please and more being the only coherent words. You feel delirious, and his teases don’t make it better. You’ve been aching for him. “Matty, please.”

“I’ll give you what you need, don’t worry that pretty little head.” He hums, rubbing your back again. You feel him rub himself through your folds again, the head of his cock bumping against your clit. It has you arching your back unintentionally.

Then, just when you think you can feel the yearning in your spine, Matty is thrusting into you. It’s half his cock, and you feel stuffed full. You scream out, hearing his reassuring shushes behind the blood that’s rushed to your head.

“Good girl for me, so fucking tight. Made you cum twice and your cunts still gripping me like this? Should keep you in bed all fuckin’ day and train you.” He grunts out, jaw clenching and head rolling back. He taps your ass twice lightly, and you know what’s coming.

Matty thrusts into you again, and your whole body jolts forward. He stays put, but you can feel the bruising grip he’s got on your hips. You’ve never felt so full, so whole, and it’s almost all too much.

Matty’s finally, fully, inside you, and you feel like you can’t breathe. “Made for me, princess. Weren’t you? To just be my little plaything.” He’s still, waiting for your instruction on when to move. He’s so big, it’s all too much.

“You- oh my god, Doctor.” It’s the only reply you can get out, and you unintentionally clench around him. You feel a quick but sharp slap to your backside, making you moan even louder.

“Be a good girl for me, c’mon.” He takes a fistful of your hair, bringing your head up so he can place a kiss on your cheek. He turns your head even more, wrapping his other hand around your throat and kissing your lips.

“P-please move. You’re so big.” You’re in an arousal induced daze, feeling yourself dripping down your thighs. You squirm, hoping that will get him to move out of you. You don’t get very far though, because Matty is bringing his hand back to your hip and holding you in place.

As your back is to his chest, you turn far enough to see the smirk on his lips. He pulls out of you, and you let a gasp fall from your own. “Yeah? Big enough for you, Princess? Know nobody’s taken you before, gotta make it good for you.” Matty punctuates his question by thrusting back into you, hard. He grabs a handful of your tits, pinching your nipple.

You know it’s a rhetorical question, but you’re too drunk off him. Nonsensically nodding your head and babbling. He’s set a rhythm with his hips now, and it’s nothing like you felt before.

The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping together, and you can hear just how wet you are. Matty’s pace is unrelenting, his groans never ceasing. You think you could break the examination table.

His cock is moving in and out of you, every thrust of his hips brining you closer to the edge. You’re overstimulated from coming twice earlier, and you feel your orgasm building.

Matty is two steps ahead of you. When he feels your pussy clenching around him, he knows he’s right. “Gonna cum for me again, baby? So I can fill this slutty fucking pussy? Not an innocent little virgin anymore.” He coos, and goes even faster, bringing a hand under you to your clit and rubbing tight circles.

The pleasure is too much, and you feel your legs about to give out. The prospect of Matty coming inside you excited you too much, and you can’t stop thinking about it. “Please, Doctor Healy. Can I? I need it so bad.” You don’t know why you’re begging for your release, but you want him to grant it to you.

His fingers speed up, still pounding you into the table. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight and warm f’me. My little fucktoy, right? Cum, let go.” And if his words didn’t do you in, when he moves to pinch your clit certainly has you.

You come with a scream, vision going white and your body turning hot. Matty’s hips are still moving, and he’s fucking you through your orgasm. When you come down from your high, the moans are still spilling out of your mouth.

Matty is moaning, to the point of whimpers. You feel his dick twitching inside of you, and you know he’s about to cum. “Please, Doctor. Cum inside me, I need it.”

Matty’s eyes roll back in his head at your words, and his jaw is agape. He thrusts inside you twice more, until he finally falters. “Fuck me. I’m coming. Gonna fill this cunt up, stuff you full.”

Matty spills inside of you, and you feel the warmth immediately. He slumps over, now bent on top of you in your position. He’s kissing down your spine, and rubbing your shoulders all whilst inside of you.

After a minute, he alerts you. “Gonna pull out, now. This might hurt a little. I’m sorry, Princess.” And it does, but you only wince a little.

As you lay there, you notice Matty looks mesmerized. Then you see he’s staring at his cum that’s now dripping out of you, down your thighs. When you catch him, a light blush dusts his cheeks and he’s quick to defend himself.

“What? I’m a simple man, s’hot.” You just giggle and nod, brushing him off. You turn to lie on your back on the table, propping your legs up. You knew you’d be sore tomorrow.

“Thank you, Matty. Was so good. I’m so happy that you were my first.” You say airily, with not much thought. You were just saying what you felt. And Matty’s grin was worth it.

“Always. Let me get a towel. Gonna clean you up and drive you home.”

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smallgodseries · 11 months

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[image description: A tiny Oriole sits cheeping on a branch. But this wee bird has tied a big colorful toucan beak over his own, and added a bright red-orange comb. We see him against a bright green rainforest background. Text reads, “18, YUCAN TU, the small god of faking it until you make it”]

Sometimes education isn’t enough. Sometimes you can study and study and try and try, and never quite cross the last bridge between where you are and your heart’s desire.

Sometimes you need to tell the perfect little lie to get there.

Once upon a time there was a small god of orioles named Yucan who wanted nothing more in the world than to be a god of toucans, to manifest himself as a big, beautiful, tropical bird that people would stop to ooo and ahh over when they saw it in the trees, something impressive. It was a good thing to be a god of songbirds. There weren’t as many of them as there had been before cats became quite so popular as house pets, and the ones remaining needed all the divine intervention they could get their wings on. He appreciated their attention and their worship, but he wanted, so very badly, to be more than his nature was allowing him to be.

So he hatched, over the course of several slow decades, a plan, and one night, with no warning whatsoever, his faithful woke and found him gone. He had abandoned his divine duties, flown the coop, left the nest, and no one could find a single feather left behind! All the little birdies were distraught…but not for very long, as little birdies have short memories, and there were other gods of songbirds around to serve. If it wasn’t quite the same, well, nothing ever is, not even following the same god from one day to another. They adjusted. They adapted.

And far away, a very small god with a very big dream put his plans into action. He donned a false face, he told everyone who met him that he was the god of endangered tropical birds, and if no one had ever seen him before, well, some of those birds were very endangered. Deforestation and poaching, don’cha know? So many dangers to evade. So many fledglings to protect. So he lied, and lied, and pretended, and did his best to live up to his own lies. He protected those who came to him, he spread his wings over the nests of species unknown to science, and he tried, and he lied, and he tried.

Until one day, the mask would not come off when he went to go to nest. One day, he noticed that his wingspan was greater, and he no longer heard the prayers of songbirds, but of the birds he had claimed…and of more than them. Of frightened high school drama students and would-be figure skaters, of novice computer programmers and new-made lawyers.

They had their own lies to tell.

And Yucan Tu would be with them every step along the way, singing goldfinch songs in their ears and spreading his wings to defend them from the risks of their own actions.

He is a god of falsehood, yes, but also of sincerity, and of effort.

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Mounjaro's Revenge: The Inevitable Adventures of Froggie, Chapter Unknown

I keep saying I can't leave the house without having some kind of adventure. And I really thought I was going to have a quick, uneventful doctor's visit with my monthly checkup this past Wednesday. I'd go in, they'd check the box Medicare requires every month, and I'd come straight home.

But adventure seeks me out. I can't seem to escape its grasp. And, yes, sometimes I like having adventures. They give me something to write about. And sometimes they are fun memories. But sometimes adventures just make me tired. And not all adventures are positive.

For the past 3 weeks I have been on the second dosage amount of Mounjaro. Unlike the Ozempic, I have had a few issues with side effects. Roughly 48 hours after my injection, I get sick to my stomach and feel pukey. It lasts for about two hours. I either vomit and lose the urge or I hold it in and it fades. I am then compelled to take a nap.

Considering the weight loss and glucose control, getting sick for an hour or two per week isn't a huge deal. There is a good chance I will get used to the medication as time goes on, but even if I don't, I am okay with this consequence.

My injection day was Tuesday, and based on past experience, I figured I'd have until Thursday morning before I got sick. The past 2 episodes happened at almost identical times, so I figured Wednesday wouldn't be a problem.

But right before my doctor's appointment I started feeling extremely... rough.

Optimistic for no good reason, I was hopeful I could get through the appointment before the urge to vomit arrived.

I get to the office and there are 3 patients ahead of me. This was not a good sign. My doctor tends to overbook and I was probably going to have a bit of a wait. I arrived in the middle of a lively conversation about where to get a good steak in St. Louis. I'm used to waiting rooms being full of quiet and bored people staring at their phones so when I opened the door it felt like the conversation smacked me in the face.

The cast of characters were as follows...

There was an older black man who had the spirit of a kindly grandpa. He seemed nice and wise and was enjoying the steak conversation. Let's call him, Old Guy.

There was an older white fellow who was anxious about the wait time due to having another appointment soon. He was on hold with the other doctor's office trying to delay his appointment time. He was only mildly interested in steak due to that distraction. I already used Old Guy, so... Anxious Guy.

And then there was the steak expert who was leading the conversation. Actually, leading is not strong enough. He was *dominating* the conversation. As I sat down and his visage entered my field of view, I was a bit taken aback.

Do you know how in Star Trek everyone has a mirror universe doppelganger who may look the same, but they usually have personality traits that are reversed?

They are often identified by arch overacting or a change in facial hair.

The steak expert was my mirror universe counterpart. He was of similar age, height, and weight. Same color hair and eyes. He even wore similar clothing.

But he had a goatee instead of a beard. *gasp*

And he wore... sandals. *double gasp*

He had clearly been in a recent transporter mishap.

I mean, I could *never* wear sandals. The world is not ready to handle my nude foot and I find very few sandals have the load-bearing capacity necessary for people my size. You are asking for foot pain if you are over 300 pounds and wearing sandals.

Mirror Froggie was very outgoing and personable, but he had trouble filtering what he said and was often obliviously rude. He clearly thought himself to be hilarious but struggled to make even kindly Old Guy chuckle.

Old Guy said, "I think Longhorn makes a decent steak for the money."

And then Mirror Me's unfiltered response... "Longhorn is shit. You shouldn't eat there. You are wasting your money on shit steak."

"I don't know, I've always enjoyed..."

"I'm telling you, friend, it is shit steak. End of story."

You could tell that made Old Guy feel bad for suggesting what he liked. But he brushed it off and asked for a better suggestion. Mirror Froggie confidently told him of a restaurant called "Sam's" that had "the best steak in town."

Old Guy proceeded to ask Siri to look up Sam's and it took a few tries. He reminded me of my dad fighting with the iPhone and repeating things over and over with increasing volume. I think Old Guy wasn't specific enough as he got the wholesale club on the first few attempts. Finally he said, "SAMMM'S STEAKHOUSSSSE" and found success. Old Guy saw the reviews and some of them were... not great.

But Mirror Froggie was like, "You can't read reviews. They're all liars." And I was questioning why people would take the time to lie about a small St. Louis steakhouse, but whatever. He then said it was because the restaurant was in disrepair and needed new plumbing, but that's why they could sell such amazing steak at reasonable prices.

Theories are less logical in the Mirror Universe. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Anxious Guy got off his phone call and cursed into the void. He missed his other appointment. He interjected with, "Is that Sam's place expensive?" And that sent Mirror Froggie into a long diatribe about the price of meat at different places and his annoyance at steak-related inflation. Soon after, Anxious Guy finally got in to see the doctor. Old Guy was keeping Mirror Froggie busy with conversation, so I just closed my eyes and rested as they discussed the price of oversized shrimp "as big as your fist". I guess they ran out of things to say about steak.

As they were talking I started to get a spidey-sense about Mirror Froggie.

He *needed* conversation.

He *needed* distraction.

His boredom abhors a vacuum.

Whenever there was a lull or silent moment, I could see him getting very antsy. And if Old Guy got called in before Mirror Froggie... I was going to have a problem.

I was feeling sicker by the moment and did not have the bandwidth to help some stranger with his inability to accept boredom.

And... Old Guy was next.

Because, of course he was.

I feel like sitting there with my eyes closed and also not having said a word the entire time was a pretty decent social cue that I was not interested in talking. But Mirror Me decided to poke that notion with a stick in order to find a way in.

He speaks barely above a whisper, "I wish I could sleep in a public waiting room. Not sure how you do that."

"Yeah, I'm not feeling well. Nothing contagious, just very tired."

"Well, if you're sick, I guess you're in the right place, am I right? *long pause* Cuz we're next to a hospital. *short pause* Right?"

Oh great, he's a joke explainer.

Mirror Froggie did not care about my desire to sit in peace while I waited. His foot was anxiously a-tappin' and he was vibrating with energy that needed someplace to go. He tried standing up and walking in circles. And I guess because my eyes were shut he decided to narrate his walking and stretching to keep me informed. That satisfied him for roughly 20 seconds. He sat back down and was clearly struggling to be alone with his own thoughts.

"Hey, friend."

I open my eyes slowly.

"Do you see that magazine next to you? Would you mind handing that to me?"

I thought, "This is good. He's seeking out an alternate source of stimulation. He can read the magazine and I can rest until my turn."

Seriously, brain... where is this optimism coming from? I've been a cynical misanthrope for like 4 years now.

He flips through a few pages. "Look at this. It's got Oprah on the cover. It's got to be good, right? They don't put Oprah on the cover unless it is good, ya know? Though she doesn't look right after losing all that weight. You know what I mean, friend?"

Well, shit.

I didn't give him a distraction, I gave him a conversation starter. Still, I kept my eyes closed in the hopes he would give up.

"Hey, friend."

Crap.

"You want to hear a joke?"

I open my eyes. I'm not getting out of this.

"Sure." as unenthusiastically as I can manage.

He proceeds to tell three jokes all strung together. All of them terrible and none of them coherent enough for me to remember. I gave him complimentary singular chuckles even though two of the punchlines didn't make sense. I think one was about accidentally eating cat food.

"Hey, friend... how'd you like my jokes?"

I jokingly replied back, "Well, you said *a* joke and that was *three* jokes. That wasn't what I agreed to."

He chuckles and I close my eyes again.

"Hey, friend."

Jesus Christ, would someone jingle their keys for this dude?

"Do you want to hear a 'locker room' joke?"

Oh fuck me.

"I... guess?"

There was no way out of this aside from unpleasant confrontation and my energy calculation of that was much higher than just suffering through a dirty joke.

Here it is, as best as I can remember...

"So there is a pirate ship. And the captain has a beautiful daughter who has come aboard. He tells her that the crew hasn't seen a woman in a long time and they aren't safe to be around, so she should keep a razor blade 'down there.' After the voyage he assembles all of his men and instructs them to pull down their pants. Every one of them has had their dick cut off... except for one. The captain goes up to the only one with their dick intact and says, 'Thank you for not deflowering my only daughter. You should be commended for your restraint. And as a reward, I will make you my first mate.'"

I literally cannot type the punchline because it was an unintelligible noise. Basically, Mirror Froggie imitated someone without a tongue trying to speak.

Yeah. That happened.

I could not hide my disdain for this joke and I was feeling too awful to muster up any kind of response. He seemed confused by the absence of laughter from his wonderful rapey body mutilation joke.

"You get it, friend? He lost his tongue because he ate her pussy."

Yes, explaining the joke always helps... friend.

In whatever the opposite of the nick of time is, moments after this stranger said "ate her pussy"... the nurse calls Mirror Froggie in for his appointment.

I would feel relieved, but the Mounjaro side effects were getting worse and the urge to lose the remaining nutritional value from last night's dinner was increasing by the moment. I was next in line, so I was hoping Mirror Froggie didn't take up too much of the doctor's time with horrible "locker room" jokes and dubious steakhouse suggestions.

Roughly 5 minutes later the nurse calls me in to get my vitals. She weighs me and I am down another 3 pounds. That reminded me of why I was suffering this tummy tantrum. My blood pressure was perfect but my pulse was quite high. I was very anxious holding in my stomach contents and I tried to explain, but she asked me to try and relax to lower my heart rate. We compromised when I got it down to 107.

The nurse keeps forgetting that I don't really have a family anymore. And I know she has a lot of patients in and out and they probably all blend together. But she always ends up asking me questions that require me to remind her my parents are dead.

"Did your mom put up the Christmas tree yet?"

I went with, "No tree this year. Too much work."

"Aw, that's too bad. I actually got mine up early this year. You gotta put up a tree for Christmas."

Thankfully her job was done at this point and she abruptly ended the conversation.

Next up, the pee guy.

He has never actually told me what his name is so that is just what I call him in my head.

Every month I have to sacrifice my urine to the gods of Medicare so they know I am taking my meds and not selling them on the mean streets of Spanish Lake. And the pee guy always comes in to collect my sample. The little cup is kept in a white paper bag for discretion. He used to just give you a clear ziplock, and that was a little embarrassing, as everyone in the waiting room could see your pee. I definitely prefer the new white paper bag system.

It could be my lunch or some cookies or a bunch of peanuts.

Who is to know?

The pee guy is a bit of a talker as well. But the nice thing about his conversational style is that you can't get in a word edgewise. If he asks you a question, he'll even answer it for you. This requires very little effort on my part.

"Hey there, Mr. Benjermin!"

(I have noticed Ben-jer-min is a common pronunciation among Black folks in the area. Not sure if that is just a St. Louis thing or not. Perhaps I have a dialectologist follower who knows.)

I wave hello.

"How's it going, Mr. Benjermin!? Good? Good. Just gotta get your sample. Still taking the same meds? (I nod yes.) Okay, just need you to sign here. New Year's is coming up. Gotta be careful not to party too hard. You'll be regretting that. Though you don't look like a drinker to me. (I nod no.) Yeah, you're a good one. You keep it clean. Okay then, Mr. Benjermin. You're all set. Here is your new sample cup for next time."

He replaces my white paper bag with a new white paper bag and leaves the room without me saying a word. And I'm just realizing he asks me if I am a drinker quite a lot. He must sense my teetotaler spirit or something because he always assumes (correctly) that I don't drink. He's just really concerned about me partying too hard.

Finally the doctor comes in.

My doctor is kind, compassionate, and competent. The almost 3 Cs. But he's got a touch of what I call "Boomer-itis." He's on the progressive side of most things but there are a few ingrained sensibilities from that generation he didn't escape. It's mostly harmless. Though he said something sexist in front of a nurse practitioner student during my last visit that made her roll her eyes behind him.

He greets me and I tell him I'm not feeling well from the Mounjaro and that I am still recovering from my trip to Florida. He tells me that a lot of people can get sick for days from these new drugs, so getting sick for an hour or two isn't so bad. I agree, though I really wish I had not gotten sick at the exact time of this appointment. I keep eyeballing the trash can in the corner just in case things go sideways in my tummy.

He asks about my trip to Florida and I predicted that—as I already had photos ready to go on my phone. I scroll through them, showing off amazing cityscapes and mountainous clouds and an orange sunset over a lake—hoping to impress him with my photography skills to no avail. And then he sees Katrina. Now, I am not blind to her attractiveness, but I do sometimes forget how people respond when they see her next to me.

"Oh, wow. She's beautiful!" he exclaims.

I almost felt flattered on her behalf. But then his Boomer-itis starts to kick in. And he repeats, "Yeah, she's *really* beautiful. Just a friend, you said?" His facial expression and tone of voice are like, "You poor thing, you have been friendzone'd." And probably a touch of, "She's out of your league, buddy." I don't know exactly how to describe it, but it is this familiar look of pity and worry. This is usually followed up with a probing question trying to figure out what our "deal" is. Why is it so odd to that generation that a man and woman can earnestly be just friends and perfectly content with that arrangement?

It would be the easiest thing in the world to just say, "She's gay" and that she isn't "out of my league" as she plays an entirely different sport. (Competitive Subaru Ownership?) But my friendship with Katrina is not some consolation prize due to her queerness. I shouldn't have to explain or justify why I'm "just friends" or why I'm not "being led on."

In a worried tone, "So, umm, how'd you two meet?"

There it is.

"She is an artist. I posted some of her work on my website and it was very popular and helped people find her work. She messaged me to say thank you and we were instant friends. 10 years later she's my best friend and very much like family."

Thankfully his pity face evaporated and he finally saw how long-lasting and meaningful this friendship was. But it is a weirdly common obstacle I have noticed whenever people see a fat guy has a conventionally attractive friend.

Friends are great. Friends have been more supportive and beneficial to me than any romantic entanglement I've ever had.

All of my friends are hot and queer and that's awesome.

Note to self: Put that on a t-shirt.

Knowing how difficult it was, he congratulated me on surviving the trip and we wrapped up our appointment quickly. All I have left to do is check in with his assistant, get my prescriptions sent in, and make my next appointment. I can see the finish line, but my tummy is rumbling and I am making contingency plans for the Great Upchuck of 2023™. I'm clocking trashcans with plastic liners. I'm trying to remember where the nearest restroom is. And then I look down at the little white paper bag containing my urine sample cup and think, "Last resort."

Trinica (the competence ninja and my favorite person in the office) is processing my meds and searching the calendar for next month's visit. Shelly is keeping quiet and working on her computer. I start pacing back and forth. I'm not sure what I think that will do, but I think desperation is taking over at this point.

Shelly sees me and asks, "How's that whole disability situation going for you?" She is acting like my best friend now after cursing at me on the phone. I have a feeling she had an unpleasant conversation with my doctor after that episode because she isn't this sweet and nice to anyone.

I give her the update, "Everything is submitted. My lawyer is happy with all of the records we were able to find. It's just a waiting game now. It could be a couple of months but if I have to see a judge it could be over a year."

She commiserates with me about how slow the process can be.

Then, out of fucking nowhere, Mirror Froggie reappears in the little sliding reception window like a jumpscare in a horror movie.

Are you fucking kidding me with this guy?

"Hey Trinica, do you have a business card for the doctor? I want to recommend him to Doug."

Who the fuck is Doug? Are we supposed to know Doug? Is Doug the tongueless pussy-eating pirate who needs medical attention?

Trinica looks in her desk and is unable to find a spare card. So she stops processing my stuff and starts hunting around the office. She has a bad leg so she is slowly limping while searching every desk. I have never wanted to strangle anyone before, but my doppeldouche was really pushing his luck.

At this point I am just staring at the little trash can in the blood-draw room. I can feel the scrambled eggs reversing course through my digestive system.

Trinica finds a fucking card for fucking Doug and fucking Mirror Froggie finally fucks off to bother people that are not me.

Trinica gets me all sorted, I wish everyone a Merry Christmas, and make to the car.

I sit in the driver's seat, and with that unearned optimism, say to myself, "I made it."

For all of you who are squeamish about bodily fluids, you can just pretend this is where the story ends. Everything was fine. I made it home and was happy and comfortable and nothing gross happened. The nausea faded away and I lived happily ever after.

The End.

Thank you for reading this and have a lovely day.

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Okay, so you all probably thought I was foreshadowing a monumental barf.

But foreshadowing is typically subtle. You don't want to give away the ending. Of course this was going to end in barf. The barfing was inevitable. The barf was not what I was *actually* foreshadowing at all.

Did anyone catch what it was?

You know that discrete white paper bag?

The one that could be for peanuts or maybe a sammich and definitely not my urine sample cup?

The last resort?

Look, it's all I had.

I was not going to make it home. I was not going to make it back into the bathroom. No trash bins on the horizon. Nothing in my car.

At first it was just an itty bitty baby barf. A perfect amount to be contained in a flimsy paper bag. I felt a relief wash over me.

"That's all?" still being stupidly optimistic.

But then I made that noise.

That... pre-retch noise.

That one where your head kinda juts forward and your lips make a giant O shape and you make a very specific grunting sound. That sound where if another person hears it, they involuntarily make the same specific grunting sound.

This was when I had one of those movie moments when a character knows they are about to die and they can't do anything about it. And I made this exact face as I waited for the impending doom of a vomitous explosion.

The Great Upchuck of 2023™ commenced.

And it was... intense.

Everything inside my stomach transferred rapidly, furiously, projectile-ly into the bag of foreshadowing.

I mean, I'm pretty much convinced my stomach is a TARDIS because I do not remember ingesting that much food. This sheer volume of barf had to be coming from another dimensional plane.

I could see it staining the sides of the bag as it was clearly not meant for this. When I finished it was barely intact—soggy, if you will. When I was absolutely sure I had ralph'd to completion, my only option was to gently place it on the passenger's side floor (sans floor mats). All I needed was for it to last 5 more minutes on the trip home and then I could dispose of it and pretend this never happened.

Physically I felt such a relief. Sometimes there is this post-puke euphoria where you just feel, well... lighter. Unburdened with no longer having that feeling. Happy it is over with.

I place the key in the ignition and head for home. As I'm driving I can't help but stare at the bag. I can see it mocking me as it changes colors. The exterior was getting... damp. If this were someone else's vomit, I would have been vomiting because of it. Just... so gross.

I get home and park the car. I walk around to the passenger side to begin the extraction process. I pull the trash can close and I have to psych myself up to deal with this horrible hurling happenstance.

And this next part, well... it would be hilarious if it weren't so damned disgusting.

I stare at the bag.

The bag stares back at me.

I take a deep breath and approach the bag.

The bag grins at me.

I gingerly grasp the very tippy-top in an effort to not touch any of the offending material.

I slowly lift up the bag.

And the very instant it reaches just enough height to do the most damage...

The bottom falls out.

If the bag had broken just as I was picking it up, the carnage would have been minimal. Only a small area to clean up. But clearly this bag read the Wikipedia page on air burst nuclear weapons. It knew you get a much more devastating blast radius if you detonate from an elevated position.

A TARDIS worth of partially digested scrambled eggs just pour and splatter and spray onto the floor of my car. It looked like the bag was puking out my puke.

The bag is now dead but I can feel its ghost laughing at me.

I stand there frozen holding the top of this evil deceased white paper bag trying and failing to process what just happened.

I realize I have no idea what to do with this situation. This is something that would usually be followed with, "MOoooOOOoooommmmm! How do I clean up vomit?"

And she would say, "You'll never do it right. I'll clean it up."

And I'd pretend to be like, "Oh no, it's my mess. I could never let you do that for me."

And she'd insist and break out her endless supply of very specific cleaning potions and magics and soon it would be as if the vomit didn't even exist.

So, I guess my question is... do I have to get my car detailed now?

The Actual End.

#long post #the inevitable adventures of froggie #trigger warning #vomit mention #rape mention

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thenextdawn-temporarilyclosed · 1 year

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Fuck dude that was heavy. Your story cheater. Damn. That's actually a big fear of mine loving someone and then falling out of love. Having something special and then loosing it.

Can you do an alt, kinda based of the prompt from cheater, where the reader is madly in love with Jenna on set and the viewers are all over the internet about the chemistry they see. And the directors who are not shitheads decide to make the characters an unofficial couple and give them a kiss scene and then reader is like, yep I love her and confesses. Now I'm not sure how Jenna would react to this entire thing she's still her own person, so weather you think she would fall for the reader or reject them. Do whatever you see fit.

I’ve Been Waiting

Word count: 3.3K

Summary: request above

Warnings: maybe slight angst?

Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader

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You weren’t that big of an actress, you have never been. Your roles were side roles most of the times and even though you sent auditions here and then you never got picked, this was until you were younger. Eventually though you grew up and started getting better roles. At age 19 you had already done a couple movies and had gained a little following, though not enough to have paparazzi stalking you or to get called on red carpets or to movie premieres, and even though you wanted to be recognized more, you knew you had to keep these “peaceful moments” close, because they’d never come back. Your manager was a great guy and even though you had wanted to send auditions everywhere, he always stopped you because he knew the directors or the movie company and either the actors were treated badly, or it didn’t pay enough.

Recently though you started sending auditions for Netflix shows, knowing that they paid well and that they welcomed new or unknown faces. It was the best shot you had at getting more recognition, plus, working for netflix was the best way to reach younger people. You auditioned for a few roles, and you heard back from only one. Tim burton in person had chosen you to act in series, Wednesday, for season 2. You didn’t know who you would play yet, but the fact that you’d be working for him, was enough to make you happy. A couple weeks later you got your first scripts, and you immediately went through it. Your character, Athena, was a main one, and it would be Wednesday’s girlfriend. You hadn’t watched the show, but you had heard of it from your best friend, Emma Myers. She acted in that show and had been trying to make you watch it forever but you never had time, and you figured that this was the perfect time to text her.

You: hey M&M! Wanna hear the news?👀

M&M💕: SHUT UP I HEARD!!!!!! I’m so excited, I literally can’t wait for you to meet everyone else!!

You: I’m honestly scared though! I mean, I don’t know who the others actors are but I’m sure they’re more experienced than me! I’m gonna suck

M&M💕: nooooo don’t worry! They’re all really nice and sweet, I’m sure you’ll love them! And you need to watch season 1 before coming here!!!

You never found the time to watch it, but you took a look and memorized the scripts. Wednesday sure was an intriguing girl, but your character was way too stubborn to give up on her the first chance she got. Wednesday was a softie deep down and only Enid and Athena saw that. It took your character a while to figure that out, but to her, Wednesday was as easy to read as a book, given that Athena’s ability was to read minds. She knew what everyone thought, she knew everything about everyone. Finally, after a couple months you were on your flight to Romania. You were in first class or course and you didn’t have to hide from paparazzis because there were none for you… of course not yet. The flight was incredibly long and extremely boring, but when you arrived there were a lot of paparazzis.

Not for you though. They were around Emma, who had come pick you up. As soon as she saw you she immediately came your way and hugged you. “Hi M&M!” You smiled and hugged her back tightly, paparazzis shooting pictures from afar, obviously having to keep distances. “I missed you so much (Y/N)! Come on let’s go to the car and we can talk more in there” she said, you gave her a smile and a nod before the two of you headed to the luxurious VIP car with darkened windows, something you weren’t used to yet, but soon enough you were heading to the set of Wednesday. “So, how was the flight?” Emma asked. “Boring. But what flight isn’t?” You laughed and she did the same “what about you? How have you been?” She smiled and snuggled up to you, she has always been very affectionate towards you. “I’m good! Been missing my best friend but now it feels so weird that we get to act together! Oooh wait till you meet the others” she said smiling.

You soon arrived on set and just like Emma had expected, everyone was in a trailer together playing cards. She took you to your trailer to put down your stuff, before going to the trailer everyone else was in. “So… expect lots of questions, they’re really curious people… oh! Wait till you meet Jenna, she’s the one who plays Wednesday. She’s amazing-“ you interrupted her “Emma, you’re more excited than I am” you giggled and soon enough you walked in the trailer. “Hey everyone! This is (Y/N), our new cast mate” everyone waves at you, but a certain brunette caught your eyes. The black hair, brown eyes… she must be Jenna, the girl who plays Wednesday. She was stunning, to say the least. She smiled back at you and waved “Hi everyone… it’s really good to be here. Sorry for how I look but you know, flights” you giggled and scratched your neck.

“Oh don’t worry! It’s not a problem, it’s okay to feel comfortable. I mean look at us.” Some boy said. Everyone was actually dressed pretty comfortably so it was okay. “So, they’re Jenna, Percy, Naomi, Joy, Johnna and Georgie.” You nodded, already having forgotten the name. “It’s gonna take me a while to remember y’alls name, but it’s alright.” Everyone giggled again, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of Jenna. She was… just something else, you have never seen someone as pretty as her “so… how’s it feel to be Wednesday’s love interest?” It was Jenna who asked, as you all sat down round the table. “I mean… I haven’t watched the first season, but from what I read-“ “YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED SEASON ONE?!?!!” Emma yelled in your ears. “Jesus Emma no I haven’t, I thought I told you-“ Emma decided it would be a great choice to interrupt you again. “Okay everyone, I don’t care what you want to do but erase that, we’re watching season one now”

That’s how you ended up binge watching season 1 of Wednesday that same night, and guess were you were sitting? Right next to Jenna. You had to admit she did make you a little bit nervous. Just a little bit, she was so pretty and she seemed so pure and sweet, you HAD to get to know her better. First episode started and when Wednesday said “I’d never fall in love” you quickly said “u-uh! You’ll fall in love with me next season don’t you worry” you said, making everyone giggle. Jenna didn’t usually like watching herself on screen, but you seemed so into it, she didn’t mind. Then the final episode… “OH YES ENID! GO SAVE MY FUTURE GIRLFRIEND!” You yelled, once again everyone laughed, Jenna included. They all liked how you seemed confident with yourself and no one saw it but Jenna blushed at what you said.

The show was finished soon “woah. This was a roller coaster of emotions. It was so good! Now I can’t wait to see who’s the stalker” you said and really thought about it. Curiosity was killing everyone in the room, even if no one yet knew who it would be. “Now tell us a bit about yourself” Percy asked. “What movies did you do?” “Oh… uhm you don’t want to see my movies” you said, color rushing to your face as your cheeks turned red “I only had side roles, secondary characters… I never got more than a line or two. This is my first important project and I have to be honest it feels weird to be here with y’all… I actually think I saw some of you in movies… Jenna I’m sure that I saw you in “The fallout”, you played Vada right?” You asked her, and she nodded happily. “God I loved that movie! So you know Maddie! I was actually on dance moms with her, though I stopped dancing like 5-6 years ago.” You said and watched Jenna’s jaw fall. “That’s where I saw you! You looked so familiar!” You two spent the night talking with them, getting to know them and it was useless to say that y’all immediately clicked together.

Eventually filming started, and you grew closer with everyone, especially with Jenna. Emma was also friends with her and it was hard to see the three of you separated from each other. Stories on instagram of the three of you were a daily thing and even though Jenna wasn’t the social type, she didn’t mind that. Talking again about the filming, you still had to get used to everything, you never had hair and make up done this good, you never acted as a main character before and it was so good to be given this kind of attention for once. However, going forward with filming you later found out that in this season, Wednesday and Athena wouldn’t be together yet, but it served as a way to create chemistry within the two characters, with teasing, flirting and such, which only confirmed that there’d be a third season and that you’d be in it, to finally give Wednesday a couple.

When season two aired, you knew you had reached your dream. You finally had fans of yours, you were finally getting called on red carpets, premieres and people wanted to take photos of you and with you. Of course fans had noticed the chemistry within Athena and Wednesday… but also within you and Jenna. The tension between the two of you has always been so thin to cut. Of course you had told Emma about your so obvious crush on Jenna, and neither you or her ever found out if she liked you back, but it was also obvious that Jenna had grown quite attached to you, sitting on your legs, cuddling up to you… and all of this made you always gay panic. Finally, it was time for the Wednesday season 2 premiere. Your dress matching Jenna’s and paparazzis were so eager to take your pictures and couple pictures with Jenna. You looked at her with heart eyes while she was oblivious of it all, even your fans had figured out you liked her.

With time, you got called on interviews as well, with her and with the rest of the cast. They always had you sitting next to Jenna, and you couldn’t be happier, yet you were always so nervous, especially with the way she looked at you when you answered to questions. You always tried not to brush your hands with her, and you kept your own in your lap, but in this particular interview it was hard, as the couch you two were sitting on was pretty tight. “So, (Y/N), Jenna, you may know that fans noticed that there is a lot of chemistry between your characters. Is there anything you can spoil us about next season?” You smiled as Jenna passed you her microphone, hands touching as your cheeks briefly flushed. “Ooh let me see. So we haven’t seen any script yet, but we do know something. The chemistry between Wednesday and Athena will definitely be stronger and more… palpable.” You nodded, happy with your choice of words as the interviewer nodded.

Then the interviewer moved her attention to Jenna. “So, Jenna, there’s definitely a lot of chemistry between Athena and Wednesday, but people also noticed chemistry between you two in real life. You look like you’re a couple, is that true?” Jenna giggled and you blushed, covering your face “well uhm-“ Jenna turned to look at you. “We bonded really quickly actually. It’s like we were meant to be friends, really good friends. I literally cannot be without her or Emma, they’re the best people I know.” Jenna said and nodded. Friends. That’s what you were to her, a friend. Maybe she said it for the cameras, or maybe it was really true, that she only saw you as a friend. You had to admit, this revelation hurt you deeply. If this was really true, you knew you had to suppress your feelings for her.

For weeks you tried to avoid her, but it was incredibly hard. Jenna’s love language was physical contact, and even if you two were just friends, she hugged you and snuggled up to you a lot. And you let her, of course you did. But you avoided having deep conversations with her about anything, but luckily she didn’t notice… Emma did though. So one night when only you and her were together, she decided to confront you about it. “(Y/N) you’re in love with her! If you don’t tell her it’ll be too late, you need to tell her NOW!” She said, but you shook your head, sighing “Emma she clearly said she sees me as a good friend, nothing more, nothing less and-“ she interrupted you. Now you were used to this, she did this all the time “but that was an interview! I’m sure she actually likes you a lot” she said and you shook your head. “If she gives me more signals, I’ll tell her.”

More time passed and you parted ways, everyone had other projects to care for and it was fine with you, at least you had a little of freedom, you didn’t have to think about your feelings for Jenna, right? Nope, wrong. She’d text you every day. Even privately! She asked for videocalls which you couldn’t deny, and you found yourself falling harder for her, if that was even possible. The situation went on like this until it was finally time to film season 3. You were going through your scripts when you saw it. A kiss scene, between Athena and Wednesday. You knew that this would be your end, this would make you break and you were sure of that. However as hard as it was for you, you needed to make this scene as best as possible.

“And… ACTION!” You were in Wednesday’s room, it being filled with nothing but you two as you had just entered. “Athena. What is so important for you to disturb my writing time?” Wednesday said, as the tapping on her typewriter never stopped. “You’ve been avoiding me, Nes. Care to tell me why?” You asked, crossing your arms as you stared at the back of her head “call me that again and I’ll make Thing rip your tongue off. He doesn’t go easy on people.” She tried to threaten you. But you never got scared of her threats. “I’m not scared, you know that.” With that, Wednesday got up, storming towards you with her fist tightened, god, Jenna looked so beautiful. This is what you kept on thinking, this also contributing to the way you looked at her. “What do you want?” She asked and you took a deep breath. “I’m not sure why you’re ignoring me, but I think that feelings are involved” you said as you slowly stepped closer, she didn’t dare move back.

“Feelings that you’re trying to hide, perhaps” you said and watched how she averted her gaze from yours. “Look Wednesday, I like you. And I know you like me too. But you promised not to be like your mother, you promised you’ll never love someone. But the fact that you love or like someone, doesn’t make you like your mother. You’re your own person Wednesday. You’re way different from her” you continued. She finally looked at you and you felt your breath hitch, god did she look pretty. “Get to the point.” She said and you smiled softly, as you hesitantly moved a hand up to her face. You didn’t caress her cheeks, knowing Wednesday hated physical touch, so you just traced your fingers on her braids. “What I’m trying to tell you is… I would like to try and be something more with you. I want to be your partner… if you’ll allow me”

She didn’t speak a word for a while, but you waited. “Are you aware of the fact that I’ll probably torture you?” She said, and you smirked, grabbing her cold, yet soft hand. “I like a bit of torture.” You said, though she was quicker to reply back to you. “I could hurt you. I could die too, remember I have a stalker.” She said and you sighed. “I would bare the pain. I would die for you if it meant I could save you” you moved closer to her, your lips almost brushing hers “you’re making a mistake.” She said and you smirked “and it’ll be the best mistake I’ll ever make” you said and closed your eyes, finally leaning in for a kiss as you felt her pull you closer from your hips, you smiled as you brought your own hand up to her cheek, to deepen the kiss.

“CUT! that was amazing girls! 10 minutes break” you would have continued kissing her if it wasn’t for the fact that you were filming. In that moment it wasn’t Athena kissing Wednesday, it was you kissing Jenna and it felt heavenly. Her lips were so warm and soft, her skin felt like porcelain under your hands and she just felt so fragile. However you had to pull back when the director yelled cut. You looked at her with heart eyes for a while and she looked back at you with a smile, only for you to storm out running. “(Y/N)! Wait-“ Jenna said and ran behind you, but Emma was quicker. “Hey! What happened?” She asked before Jenna could reach you. “We shot the kiss scene and- and I don’t think I can handle hiding everything for more time” she was about to reply when Jenna reached you. “Jesus aren’t you fast. (Y/N), will you tell me what’s wrong?” Jenna asked while trying to catch her breath.

“Can’t you see what’s wrong, Jen?” You asked her, trying to stay calm and not raise your voice at her. “For months I’ve been hiding my feelings for you but you make it so hard, Jen. You snuggle up to me, you sit on my thighs, you treat me like no one ever did… but then at that interview you said we’re friends- how am I supposed to act? I love you Jen. I’m in love with you just like Athena loves Wednesday, if not even more. But what are we? Are we just friends? Because I would love to try and be more, but it’s up to you…” you said and looked down, though hands in hair. You were lost in thoughts, but she soon pulled you out of them when she walked closer and put a hand on your cheek. “I’ve been waiting to hear you say this in forever” she said as she leaned in and kissed you, but it was a different kiss than the one you shared before while filming.

It wasn’t a “fake” kiss like the ones you share for tv purpose, it was an actual kiss. She pulled back briefly, looking at you this time with heart eyes as well, Her soft lips gently brushed against yours before kissing you again, her hands bringing you closer from your shirt as your hands moved down to her waist, gently caressing it with her thumb. It felt perfect, exchanging hot breaths and soft kissed, it was what you had desired in so long. When she pulled back, she made sure to keep your foreheads attached.

“I love you too.”

#jenna ortega #jenna ortega x y/n #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #wednesday #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday adams #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader

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toddxhavez · 1 year

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My Eyes

Pairing(s): Wednesday Addams x reader, mentions of Enid Sinclair x reader

Summary: Wednesday likes you and she’s finally gotten tired of dealing with your one-sided relationship to Enid.

Warning(s): Angst

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I’ve never written a fanfic before but I wanted to give it try, kinda nervous but let me know if I should give writing part 2 a try. This fic is loosely based on the song My Eyes by The Lumineers. Reader’s character is heavily influenced by Gaara from Naruto. Since all the actors are +18 all the characters are aged up to +18. Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes in advance :P

It was late in the day when Wednesday heard someone knocking at her door, she was in the middle of writing her novel but she could still pay attention to everything that happened right after Enid had opened their door.

“Hey, are you ready to go out now? Sorry for coming a little late Yoko was showing me these new sunglasses she got-“ she heard Y/N begin to say before Enid had intervened mid-sentence, “oh actually I can’t tonight, I promised Ajax to help him with… studying, I’m so sorry that I forgot can we reschedule for another time?” Enid asked with an apologetic voice.

You’ve got to be joking.

Wednesday tried her best to block out the interaction suddenly feeling burdened by having the ability to multitask. Although if Wednesday had looked she would have been able to see you glance over at her in her seat before looking back at Enid giving her a smile and nod in response, Enid hadn’t given you a chance to do anything else as she gave you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek as thank you before dashing out of the room.

“Guess you’re stuck with me again,” You said walking over to Wednesday’s bed and letting yourself get comfortable.

“Leave me alone, bother someone else tonight.” Wednesday said promptly, this had been happening for as long as she’s known the pair. You would come to see Enid and take her out on a date but the busy werewolf always had something else going on so she’d cancel on you and leave. That wouldn’t have been much of a big deal to Wednesday if it wasn’t for the fact that every time that happened, she’d been forced to hangout with you instead.

“ ‘Y/N of course you can stay’ really? thank you so much ‘no thank you’ of course Wednesday anytime,” you said to yourself mimicking Wednesday who sent you a glare in response. “Oh come on Wednesday I really like hanging out with you, please?” You begged, Wednesday scoffed preparing herself to say no but after seeing the smile on your face she felt herself giving in immediately.

How insipid of me, a stupid smile? Seriously?

“Shut up and let me finish writing then or I’ll bury you alive somewhere no one will find you.” Wednesday threatened, you did a small cheer knowing that was her way of saying yes to you.

‘I really like hanging out with you’ Wednesday heard your voice playback in her head making her skin crawl, she tried not to pay too much attention to some of the things you’d say to her but it was hard. They were genuine, but not in the way she wanted them to be. To Wednesday it started off as mere fascination in investigating what power you had, the first time she met you was out on the balcony of her shared room with Enid on her first day at this god awful school.

Wednesday came back to her room with the intentions of arranging her half of the room in a way she’d like. The pale girl nearly hurled at the amount of color her half of the room displayed when she took notice of a dark figure outside her window, she made her way over to the balcony making sure her footsteps were inaudible because she had the intentions of threatening the unknown intruder. She readied herself with a nearby dagger she unpacked earlier that day before stepping outside through the window that had been cracked open wide enough for her to sneak out of.

There stood a tall girl overlooking the school from the balcony view, Wednesday gave her a once over seeing that she’d been wearing what looked like comfortable clothes and not something of a would-be-assailant. Black sweatpants with a burgundy pullover, and strangely enough a small light brown gourd on her back being held up by black cloth. Wednesday was about two feet away when she felt something crawl up and around her hand, it enclosed itself tightly around her fist hard enough for her to drop her dagger.

“What the hell?” The girl turned around seeing Wednesday slightly struggling to get out of her restraint. Wednesday watched as the sand slipped off her hand, between her fingertips and towards the girl in front of her, it retreated behind her in the direction of the small gourd.

‘Sand manipulation? Interesting.’ Wednesday noted carefully disregarding her fallen weapon that the other girl had finally taken notice of.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” Wednesday asked in a flat tone, studying her intruder’s appearance immediately taking note of her dark under-eyes.

“Did you just try to stab me? Are we not gonna talk about that first?”

“I don’t know you, how else was I supposed to approach you?” To be fair nothing even happened Wednesday would have only stabbed her if this stranger had been a threat, not that she’d completely ruled the possibility of that out yet. The room was assigned to Enid and her; and not whoever stood in front of her at the moment.

“So you’re Wednesday Addams? I’ve heard about you, but I didn’t think you’d try to stab me on your first day here” the taller girl laughed picking up the dagger, “oh wow is this made out of 1095 carbon steel?”

“Yes, not that it’s any of your business.” Wednesday quickly added.

“This is impressive.” The girl told Wednesday handing it back, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N” Wednesday gracefully accepted the dagger back and went back inside her room not wanting to continue the conversation.

After that Wednesday hadn’t seen you again until the following day, somehow the girl with the gourd was able to leave her room undetected.

Wednesday walked out of the infirmary enraged after having been beat by Bianca when all of a sudden she’d heard something shift above her, she could do nothing but watch as the heavy decorative gargoyle came speeding down towards her.

“Wednesday look out!” she heard Y/N shout from somewhere in front of her, a taller body crashed itself forcefully against her. Your left arm wrapped itself around Wednesday’s waist keeping her from falling back, your other arm quickly but gently guiding Wednesday’s head against your chest.

Wednesday couldn’t see anything because of the hold that you had on her but she heard the gargoyle break well above her, the pieces landing all around. Wednesday stood there for a few seconds, disgustingly and confusingly enough enjoying the way your warmth enveloped her smaller frame.

‘I don’t even know her,’ Wednesday mentally gagged to herself never having experienced something like that before.

“Are you okay?” You asked worriedly freeing Wednesday from your hold and grabbing her shoulders firmly checking her over for any possible wounds.

“I didn’t wanna be rescued.” Wednesday said shoving your hands away from her. The sand that’d been acting as a makeshift shield above her slowly started to retreat behind your form once again back into what she assumed was the gourd you always carried on your back.

“And you know what? I really don’t care about what you want.” You rolled your eyes dismissing Wednesday’s blunt attitude and just like yesterday she chose to ignore you, walking in the direction of her room.

“Can I follow you?” Wednesday heard you ask, she didn’t respond back expecting you to take the hint but much to her dismay you followed anyways.

“Why?” Wednesday asked you abruptly after a few minutes of walking in silence, assuming that the raven haired girl was talking about not only the incident from not too long ago but also about how persistent you were to be around her you simply replied “because I can and… I’m curious about you.”

That’s what Wednesday would tell herself once she started to look for you whenever you weren’t around.

‘She’s strong, she’ll prove herself useful in my investigation’ she insisted the first time she caught herself wandering Nevermore’s campus in search of the insomniac.

Wednesday remembers the day her curiosity should have been pacified. She’d finally found out where you derived your strength from, why then did it only invigorate her need to know more?

Wednesday had just barely started working on her novel when she caught sight of you falling asleep on her bed, no matter how many times she threatened to gut you for invading her personal sanctum you continued to do whatever you wanted.

“You have little to no regard for your life.” Wednesday once told you.

About nearly halfway an hour later Wednesday stopped typing her novel to pay closer attention to the other presence in her room. You looked so peaceful, your chest rising and falling rhythmically underneath the checkered blanket that Wednesday owned, your hair slightly messy from moving around restlessly not too long before, your soft lips slightly ajar with small steady breathes escaping between them. Wednesday’s eyes snapped back to the typewriter in front of her, her cheeks dusting with slight color at having caught herself admiring you while you were napping.

Suddenly without warning you began thrashing in your sleep, groans of pain filling Wednesday’s ears. Wednesday out of instinct shot off her seat like a bat out of hell making her way towards you, your groans were getting louder as if something was hurting you.

“Y/N? Y/N what’s wrong?” Wednesday sat right beside you as you cried out in pain, “Y/N wake up right now.” Wednesday demanded shaking you harshly with both her hands, she didn’t like this, she didn’t like the way her chest squeezed with sudden apprehension at the sound of you in obvious agony.

It took a few more seconds for you to wake up but they felt like hours to Wednesday.

You shot up from the bed gasping for air, your hands immediately finding Wednesday’s who thoughtlessly kept them firm in her grasp, you both spent the next few minutes sitting in silence.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.” You apologized letting go of Wednesday’s hands to cover your face in shame.

“You didn’t scare me, stop hiding.” Wednesday started off waiting for you to put down your hands before imploring the situation further “I’ve only ever seen my uncle fester do that in his sleep, did you have a nightmare?”

“Well sort of?” You hesitated unconsciously avoiding eye contact with the pale girl sitting in front of you, “it’s not that simple.”

“Well then make it simple,” Wednesday said immediately wanting to take her words back after seeing the crestfallen look on your face “just try okay?”

“If I sleep… this thing sealed inside me tries to take over.” In search of comfort your hand slipped into hers, what gave you the idea that’d been okay to do? To Wednesday Addams no less.

“What thing?” Wednesday asked trying her best to not be affected by your hold on her but it felt… nice.

How unsettling.

“I’m from a hidden sand village deep in the Chihuahuan desert, it’s unmarked and protected from most outsiders but that doesn’t stop ‘other’ things from finding it. My mother was about six months pregnant with me when this vicious sand demon attacked our village, people kept dying and they were having trouble finding out how to kill him when my father found out that he could seal him in someone.” Wednesday sat patiently waiting for you to continue, she could tell that you didn’t want to by the way your hand that wasn’t in hers clenched her blanket firmly.

Nobody but principal Weems and Enid knew about your personal life, everybody else in the school had their assumptions about how you were able to control sand and where you were from but all of them were wrong. Most if not all just assumed that you were a witch.

“He forced someone to seal the sand demon in me while I was still in my mother’s womb, it forced her to give birth prematurely and she died not too long after. I was cursed with this presence in me that I couldn’t control at first, I still can’t sometimes that’s why I look like I barely get any rest. If I sleep he tries to take over, I can only control him while I’m awake. I have this enchanted straight jacket that principal Weems gave me, that keeps him from taking over but it’s not exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep in.” You admitted looking down at your hand that was still being held by hers, feeling grateful that she was still letting you. You knew she hated physical touch but you’re sure she was excusing it this one time in her attempt to comfort you.

And it did comfort you.

“This sand demon you’ve been cursed with, has anyone ever tried to sedate it?” Wednesday wasn’t sure about how to help, containing it even more was the second thing that came to mind… killing it so it would never bother you again was the first.

“Everybody’s usually been too afraid to try. I’m sorry that I fell asleep here, usually I take naps in a private room at the nurses office, she’s scared of me but she usually wakes me up before it gets too bad. I’ll leave you alone.” You said hastily beginning leave before being shoved back down by the rather strong ravenette beside you.

“It can try to scare me but I’m sure you’ll find that’s close to impossible. Sleep, I’ll wake you up.” Wednesday ordered giving you a look that only dared you to say no, not wanting to provoke the dangerous girl sitting in front of you, you silently agreed giving her a small smile.

Wednesday got up from her bed, prepared to continue working on her novel when she felt your hand grab her wrist, if it’d been anyone else she would have already threatened to cut it off with a hatchet.

“Wait, can you uh- can you just sit here for a bit? Just until I fall asleep?” Wednesday glanced down at your hand, making you let go so fast she could have thought that she burned you.

Wednesday stayed silent sitting back down beside you again her cold heart slightly fluttering at the thankful look you gave her, you quickly got comfortable in her bed right after.

As much as Wednesday tried to avoid her growing attachment to you she couldn’t.

‘How troublesome of you’ Wednesday thought when you unconsciously grabbed her cold hand in your sleep.

It seemed obvious to everybody but Y/N that Enid had taken an interest to Ajax, Wednesday angrily wondered what it was that you saw in her. It’s still a line she’d never cross but it still annoyed her that of all people she could have ended up tolerating in that way; ended up being her best friend’s girlfriend.

Wednesday knew she wasn’t always the easiest person to be around but you were always around. Were you oblivious to the notion that Wednesday could treat you better? That she’d been treating you better? Or was she just something you’d fall back to whenever Enid wasn’t around? I mean to everyone else that only seemed logical; Enid was your girlfriend and Wednesday was just a friend.

A friend… was that really all you saw Wednesday as? Of course you did. Why else would you continue being in a relationship that to her you so clearly didn’t belong in?

What could Enid do that she couldn’t?

“Did you finish?” Wednesday heard you ask excitedly, watching you get up from her bed and towards her nearly tripping in the process.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” Wednesday finally snapped, she couldn’t stands being around you right now. Not when everything you did made her question herself, it was driving her insane. And not in a good way.

“What do you mean? I thought-“ you tried to say alarmed by Wednesday’s seemingly for you out of the blue anger.

“You thought what? That I wanted you to be here? I told you to bother someone else and I meant it.” Wednesday ferociously said looking at you with hate, she was determined to get rid of you no matter the consequences.

No way in hell could they be worse then this.

“What’s your problem? I’m sorry I didn’t know I just thought-“ You tried to say before Wednesday cut you off once again.

“Are you that senseless that you don’t understand how to stop annoying me even after being asked? You just thought what ? That I was kidding? That I want you here? You’ve confused my need for you in this investigation for want. How moronic of you.” Wednesday felt her body slightly shake, her hands clenched into fists as her emotional outburst was evidently getting the best of her.

Because of you.

“Besides, I don’t need you Y/N, I need that sand demon locked inside of you. You’d be worthless to me without it.” It’s as if all the rage inside her evaporated the moment she saw your eyes gloss over with tears, she’d never seen you so devastated before.

But she couldn’t take back anything she said.

The damage had already been done.

Wednesday would have preferred you yell at her, but all you did was walk away from her and out of the room.

What the fuck did she just do?

#wednesday x female reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x fem!reader

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dd-is-my-guiltypleasure · 3 months

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A LIFE IN THE DAY

David Duchovny: ‘Love can happen at any age, right?

The actor, 63, on The X Files, songwriting and snacking

EKATERINA GERBY

Interview by Helen Cullen

Wednesday January 17 2024, 12.01am GMT, The Sunday Time

Duchovny was born in New York City. He studied English at Princeton University and Yale, before breaking into acting in the late 1980s, starting in TV adverts and working his way up. In 1993 he began playing the role of the FBI agent Fox Mulder in The X Files, which ran for nine years. He later played Hank Moody in Californication. He has also released three folk-rock albums and published five novels — last year he directed a film adaptation of one of these, Bucky F***ing Dent. Duchovny has two grown-up children from his former marriage to the actress Téa Leoni. He lives in California, with his girlfriend, Monique Pendleberry, and his two dogs, Brick and Rookie.

I like to get up at dawn because those are my best thinking and writing hours. I love the sunrise but it also means I can get some work done before the sun gets too much. That’s the best time of day for me. I have a coffee that makes me think I’m brilliant for ten minutes and that’s all I need to get going.

Food to me is just fuel and I don’t have very advanced taste buds. I think everything kind of tastes OK, which people react to with suspicion. For breakfast I like oatmeal — what my Scottish mother called porridge.

If I’m filming I still like an early start, but I shot my recent film What Happens Later, with Meg Ryan, all through the night because we filmed in a regional airport after it closed at 9pm. That’s a bit of a nightmare for me as a morning person, but we developed a great camaraderie from working while the world was asleep. My daughter, West, thought it was great to see a romantic comedy film with people my age, but I don’t think of myself as any age, so I hadn’t thought about that. Love can happen at any age, right?

Everybody wants me to have a hobby, but I’m blessed because I love my work. I’ve been able to branch out into music, writing and directing. With songwriting I can pick up the guitar at any time. If you wait for inspiration to hit, you’ll be sitting on your ass for ever.

I knock off for lunch about 12pm. That’s when I have the one big meal of the day that would be recognisable to other humans as a proper meal — vegetables and a protein such as fish. The rest of the time I snack.

In the afternoon I work out. I love the games I played when I was younger — boxing, tennis and basketball — but as I get older I tend to get hurt doing those, so I’ve found Pilates is best for me. It’s still super hard but the least dangerous.

I live in Malibu and the height of my fame has passed, so it’s not difficult for me to move around any more. It’s a different era now because everybody has a phone, so paparazzi are more a thing of the past. I tend to go to the same places where people are bored of seeing me.

There are always different reasons why fans might stop me — it could be still because of The X Files or Californication. I am very proud of The X Files. I can’t think of another show like it in terms of cultural impact and longevity. I just thought we were making good, goofy TV but Chris Carter, the creator and director, saw what was coming in terms of the culture of conspiracy theories. Gillian Anderson [his co-star] and I went from being unknown to globally recognised in a couple of years. We don’t get to see each other that much as she lives in London, but there’s no one else I can share that with.

West is an actor now too. It wasn’t something that I would have charted out for her because I know how difficult it is, even more so for a woman, but I want her to do something she’s passionate about. There are still dark corners in Hollywood but the pitfalls and dangers are much more upfront.

I do enjoy a party, but I’d rather spend time with friends in the evening. Because I like to get up so early, I go to bed early also. I feel electric light has really f***ed with our sense of mind and body, and that we were made to hide in the cave at night from predators and wake up with the sun, so I try to do that. Constitutionally, I feel like that works for me.

Words of wisdom

Best advice I was given

It doesn’t matter if people laugh; it matters if it feels funny to you

Advice I’d give

There’s no such thing as good advice — you have to come to it on your own

What I wish I’d known

Take a moment to appreciate what you’ve done before worrying about the next thing

What Happens Later is in cinemas now and available to stream in spring. The Reservoir by David Duchovny is out now (Akashic Books £19.95)

#david duchovny #2024 #what happens later #txf #meg ryan #mo #malibu #his life now #west duchovny

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ykiwrite · 1 year

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kiss of death

desc: new years kiss and a death wish

words: ~1k

characters: wednesday x reader

*aged up characters

"Let's try on 3, yeah? One, two...three!"

The sound of fireworks being sent off flying hardened the loose grip you had on the cup in your hands.

Trying desperately to blink away the haziness out of your eyes, fearful you somehow missed the countdown until Bianca's voice reassured you.

"It's fine, not midnight yet. I promised i'd wake you up anyway."

Connecting the dots you realized you must have fallen asleep on her shoulder. Accompanied by a crackling fire that radiated warmth on this particularly cold, last day of December night, it's a no brainer why so.

By lying against the wooden bench in the Nevermore's green meadow, it granted the view of almost everyone's actions.

Some were drinking and eating while others were howling. Looking over to the side, some were ecstatic and others questioned how time passed by so quickly. Not much changed during the time you rested your eyes.

Seeing Enid being deeply infatuated with Ajax' storytelling made you wonder where did Wednesday disappear.

Next to you, Bianca muttered something under his breath before leaving the place you shared.

"Where are you going?"

"Your girlfriend has been staring at me for the past hour you've been sleeping." Pointing her head toward the place she was standing at. Eyes meeting hers, you found her with Yoko and most of the Nightshades occupying the drink booth. Odd.

"Besides i think it's safer for me to catch up with Kent over there. See you for like, less than an hour."

Watching her walk away left you alone with your thoughts for a minute at most. Wednesday was confidently marching over, prepared to steal a freed seat. It made you laugh knowing the whole time you slept on Bianca's shoulder her sanity was probably decaying from afar.

With your bodies bumping as she sat down, she handed you a bloody red liquid that filled the cup.

"What is this?" you questioned. Sniffing the liquid you could distinguish barely anything.

"It's specialty of Yoko's. We got it for free."

"Oh, so that's why you were with them."

"Yes, and she needed me for taxidermy tips."

You weren't going to ask further. Not that interested in the subject of dead animals.

Mirroring the two of you, Enid and Ajax didn't stop talking for one second. Except Enid who just got quieter, being focused on painting his nails black.

"I presume you got your well deserved rest." Studying her face, you could see the hint of envy. The idea of teasing her about it sounded perfect if it wasn't tossed aside by the view.

With your mouth hanging half open and ready to speak, you were rather hypnotized. Blame the still present drowsiness of sleep for this or whatever other reason unknown.

The fire she was staring at emphasized her entire complexion. Which was more than perfect. Of course, words do no justice compared to what you see in front of you. The game of shadows and orange light did wonders one doesn't witness every day.

"You're staring."

"Yeah...i am. Can i kiss you?"

Effort to pass by Wednesdays stubbornness did not work. Unamused she stated, "I'm afraid if you do i'm one step closer to transforming into my mother and father."

"That's not a bad thing."

"It is, they can't get enough of eachother it makes everyone nauseous."

"You just described us, word to word."

"No, that is just you."

Sinking deeper in the back with your figure using Wednesdays as support, together you watched and judged the New Years' preparations unfold. Nevermore was running around setting up the scene tirelessly.

"How much longer?"

"About fifteen minutes."

Ideal time for sentimentality to introduce itself. Remembering all of the memories this year so far made it difficult to not become emotional.

"Don't think about it too much. We're just one step closer to death, which is a relief." Said Wednesday, noticing a shift in you.

"I guess so. You know, when the day comes, i want us to share the sweet kiss of death side by side."

You trailed off, "If you accept the invitation."

As someone with no fears, your statement made Wednesday completely motionless. From her higher ground, she looked down upon you. Deciding it's not it, sliding lower to your level so she can meet you eye to eye.

Now she understood why you were staring from before.

"Gladly."

"Come on you two, less than five minutes- gosh, are you okay? What happened?" asked Enid when she saw your face that went through 7 life crises in a timespan of ten minutes.

"It's nothing. Your roommate picked the worst time to become the very image of her parents." You told her wiping away the remaining tears.

"Wednesday? I'm so sorry, i never knew she could be sappy. I can talk to her if you want?" Enid comforted you with an arm around your shoulders.

"No, no. I have to live through this. It's one time event."

Just like Enid was being led by Ajax's hand, you were by Wednesdays.

Choosing a spot to lean against a pillar that held Nevermore walls allowed you to see the final products that will go off in minutes.

"30 seconds guys!"

The crowd was still, waiting.

"10 seconds!"

The fireworks were being lit in advance. Doers running back just as fast as they come. Only numbers chanting could be heard.

You turned to look at Wednesday.

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

With no steps needed to be taken, Wednesday took a leap and swiftly pulled you towards where lips met. It was too loud and too quiet. Too bright yet too dark.

Hands sneaked, holding the back of your neck that relocated to your face. Concept of it all left you clueless what to focus on.

The feeling was familiar, welcoming, safe like she carries you around in the palm of her hand with such fondness.

Overwhelming mix of everything happening besides your embrace made you pull away hesitantly. A smile escaping, closed eyes and foreheads bumping,

"Happy new year."

"It's gonna be a good year. I know it." Yoko said taking a sip of her drink while observing you from the side.

"Why so sure?"

"Look at them. Wednesday Addams shamelessly showing off PDA. We're not even half as bad as they are."

Divina nodded, "Yeah, you're right."

notes: as always, thank you so much for all the support! i wanted to close off this year with this one.

next one will most likely be about jenna because i can't stand her (i love her) and i hate writing about her (i'd give up anything for her)

#wednesday x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams imagine

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afreakingdork · 9 days

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Weak Spot - Chapter 65

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

The fear is only in the scene and not in this week’s chapter art is by @mrabubu

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex, Dom Donnie, Human/Turtle Relationships, Turtle Noises, Roleplay, Sexual Roleplay

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Also available on Ao3

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When Donnie had come to around day nine, it had been while you were both resting. He’d breathed deeply upon his returned consciousness and found you lazing by his side. No emergency to attend to, you’d both been slow to catch up. Lounging until the prolonged grime on his skin forced him to the shower, the cock sleeve had been a relative success with only minor discomfort. Adjustments for next year were plotted and you exited, leaving the nest and all else behind for the time being.

Though you didn’t see them, there’d been the sensation of eyes on your way out of the skyscraper that you patently ignored. Leaving in the same clothes you arrived in, Donnie’s car waited for you at the curb and it was once you were settled that he slid an envelope across the seat. Taking it to open at a snail’s pace, you found a spa voucher inside and sent Donnie a wry look.

“The one you never received.” He said simply.

“What about you?” You waved the single pass. “Wasn’t it a couple’s bit?”

“I have the wherewithal, but not the control necessary to deal with a single more touch then I have already.” His expression tipped unhinged.

“Noted.” You couldn’t help, but smile.

“That said…” He looked out the window. “What I feel is difficult to describe.”

You knew it well.

Even with an entire backseat between you, you felt connected.

A being that had melted into one, the hive mind allowed you to sit in separate bodies.

“Settled.” He spoke, trying to name it.

“Meaning you’ll be okay without me.” You hummed.

“’Without’ isn’t the right verbiage…” He struggled and brought his gaze over to you.

“Love you.” You didn’t know either, but that was the closest approximation.

He returned the sentiment with a smile and you drove to the spa. Not even kissing goodbye, you felt no lesser as you entered the building and watched him idle until you were situated. Taken back, you got scrubbed clean, bathed in all matter of creams and oils, and rubbed down until you were actual putty, you barely remembered emerging.

The car was there once again and you rode home to promptly pass out in your own bed.

You awoke, bright and rested for a Wednesday and work. It felt odd going right back after what had transpired, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was right in the world. You hadn’t been overtaxed and you figured it was latent concerns causing you phantom anxiety. The last time had been such a nightmare that your body was ready for a drop even though the ride had concluded.

It took you on an otherwise usual hump day where a few of your coworkers mentioned your glow and asked for a referral to your health retreat. Barely able to keep a joke about assigning out mutant boyfriends, you utilized distraction and got by without ever having to name a place. Your week ran through with easy evenings in the presence of your partner. Space was utilized in a physical sense, but you felt no distance for it. Your hearts beat in time and you held the feeling close like a warm mug. It was in this happy stupor that you approved your weekend with S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

You loved S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

You really did.

Going over to his apartment had felt exactly like a parent’s trip. You joked about examining his space to make sure he was doing well on his own and he teased right back about how he’d paid his first water bill. You’d taken it in stride until you found that he had spoken the truth since the tap shook and sputtered to life after what had to be years of disuse. It made sense considering his body and it wasn’t until later that you realized that was your foreshadowing.

As much as your son was your own, he also patently wasn’t human and had no need for sleep. It had been fine the first night, you’d ran an hours long conversation simply catching up on everything. Then came the weary early hours of the morning and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. seemed none the wiser to start a new activity. Starting with a child’s board game, he revealed a stack that would have escalating age ranges and play times you could barely fathom.

You reminded him you needed to sleep and he allowed you several hours before his restlessness woke you up.

He had a list to get through and his child-like excitement prevailed. You moved without an ounce of comparable energy and tried to be there for him. It came with withering mental fortitude and you falling back on ploys from movies. Joking about playing the quiet game, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. almost fell for it. A quick, instantaneous online search caused him to evade with a simple, “Nice try!”

Foiled, you went from playing catch to giving a driving lesson. The latter of which rattled you not because S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was bad, but because his judgment time exceeded yours. He operated the vehicle on a higher level, only restrained by traffic laws. Those downloaded to his memory banks, he drove at the top allowable speed while swerving in and out of traffic. He stopped only when necessary and though you were wholly safe, the exchange had occurred with nearly a thousand close calls and almost had you kissing the repulsive New York sidewalk when you parked to get celebratory ice cream.

You bought him extra sprinkles to match the stars in his eyes.

Saturday night gave you another pitifully short stint of sleep. You thought S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. would relent at some point based on your health, but he must have been pulling readings because he was undeterred. It was only when your lids were shutting against your control did he offer you a few hours of respite and only that was, in his words, the most he could do since he’d already had to cut quite a large chunk of activities off his list.

You’d berated him for planning it without taking rest into account, but he simply pouted.

He had guilt down to a science and you stepped up your parenting on Sunday. No matter how short, sleep helped get your mind right and you’d set the automaton down for a stern talking to. He’d taken it all with wide eyes and only when you asked if he understood did he animate with abject joy. He revealed he’d been pushing your buttons to get his first real familial punishment and you’d put him in a corner to think about what he’d done.

His spirit unbreakable, he’d come away from his time-out with an even bigger grin. There was no way to reprimand him, but at the same time his happiness was infectious. Nothing could get him down and, in a way, you were proud of him for that. Something more like awe, you’d hugged him and he accepted it with popping questions as to what you were feeling. All new to him, you told him truthfully that he was sucking the last of your soul out more than a giant feral mutant man and S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. had been concise in his response.

“Yeah, that’s just kids.”

You attempted a useless chokehold that he broke out of with a complaint of how that was for siblings. You asked what he knew about that and his momentary processing gave you enough time to noogie him. He laughed all the while and allowed you a lazy movie marathon for the rest of your time with him. A few films down and you were spent. You put a few plans on the books to see each other soon and then you headed home.

Upon entering your apartment Sunday night, you vaguely registered Donnie startle at your appearance, but you saw little else as you walked straight into the bedroom and collapsed.

Donnie followed after and you felt him appraising the exhaustion so you gave him a reassuring thumbs up.

He chuckled. “You chose this.”

You freed your mouth from your pillow. “You need to spend more time with your son.”

“My son?” He sounded like he’d crossed back into the living room. “After I drafted up adoption paperwork for you both?”

“Oh, I’ll still sign, but I’m new. I’m one set of firsts. He wants you. He’ll always want that approval from you.”

The quiet that followed sounded like one that caught Donnie with something to think about.

You kicked off some excess layers and tucked yourself in. Figuring you were clean enough, you went right to sleep in a desperate attempt to catch up. You vaguely registered when Donnie joined you and sort of believed you’d earned a peck to the forehead, not that you responded. It was in a dark, lifeless place that you went to recover from your parenting crash course and where purple came to retrieve you.

It appeared like a sudden flash and you were bathed in it.

You turned in your submerging, but didn’t feel anything tangible around you.

Your eyes moved beneath your lids to make sense of it when a wet gasp came.

“No.”

The whisper was like a curse, but the purple held you back.

“No, no, no…!”

Horror was outpouring next.

Something was wrong, you screamed against your lax body.

You needed to do something.

Purple refused to let go.

Purple had your limbs.

Purple locked you up.

“Stop!”

It was a desperate plea.

Not yours.

Then the lights turned off.

Silence followed.

Your eyes opened.

They hadn’t been open.

You saw Donnie’s side of the bed.

It was emptier than just the absence of his form.

You reached out with twitching fingers and felt his body heat.

He’d just been there.

Bathroom?

You turned to look and found the door open and dark.

The kitchen was similarly so, but there was also something off about it.

Fighting against exhaustion with every fiber of your being, you sat up and saw what was missing.

Just over the hump of Donnie’s side of the bed was a shape of purple linen.

You crawled across his rapidly cooling space to find his pillow had fallen to the wayside. Picking it up with a stretch, it too was warm and you held it close as you traced the ground. The sheets had been dragged sharply down his side of the bed and a bit of a blanket brushed the floor. Feet hitting the ground, you held the pillow close as you followed where the cotton pointed.

You saw the dresser directly in front of you had been jarred and was sitting off kilter from its usual flush against the wall. From there it was past the partition and Donnie’s desk chair had been shoved across the room. The couch was then sitting at a similar canted angle as the dresser and, with that, you were close enough to see the kitchen.

The window was wide open.

Night sky poured in and the moonlight appeared tangible.

You stepped into the pale white light with Donnie’s pillow held close.

You heard a crash of metal that startled you a few steps back.

Nothing more came.

You saw no debris.

There was no more sound.

It was simply as if something huge had landed on the fire escape.

Raph.

You didn’t know why you thought it, but you were sure as you left the pillow on the counter and climbed out the window.

Landing on the metal with bare feet stung, but you ignored it for an immediate ascension.

Any of the turtles could have made that noise, you reminded yourself.

They could all leap buildings or something to that extent.

That super human ability then extended to all mutants and yokai and you were climbing at a faster rate.

The escape rattled around you like a cage and you heard a frantic shout.

“Get back!!!”

Head shooting upward, you saw a dance of purple lights.

Donnie.

It had been Donnie’s ninpo that had come to you in your sleep.

It had been Donnie who shouted a warning.

Donnie’s ninpo was active now.

Was there an emergency?

Was S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. on his way?

Your gauntlet hadn’t moved.

Nothing had moved.

Was going up to help safe?

What was the protocol?

You had a set of them in place for danger, didn’t you?

You were still taking steps.

One at a monotonous time, you scaled the stories until you were nearing the top.

A blinding flash of red glowed like an omen.

It was Raph.

You were moving faster and the escape fought against you.

It wanted to protect you, you thought.

You had someone else to protect, you responded.

“Woah, woah…” Raph’s voice appeared gentle and soothing.

“I’ll slaughter you!!!” Donnie snarled in reply.

“No, you ain’t. You’re alright…”

“No, I’m not!! They’re coming!! They’re-!!!”

“Who’s coming? Who’s here beside us…?”

“That’s-!!!” You heard fretful steps pace.

You had stopped.

You hadn’t taken a step of your own since you’d heard Raph’s voice.

Donnie and him were on the roof.

Why?

“Donatello-”

“I TOLD YOU TO GET BACK!!!”

“I haven’t moved! Hands up. See? You see me?”

You inched up a step and counted seven more to the top.

You took the first as slow and quietly as you could.

“That doesn’t make sense. I saw. I saw them. They-!”

“It’s just us.” Raph cut through. “I felt your call and came. When I got here, you were already up here and I took a sec to pop my head into your place. Y/N was sleeping. It’s just you and now me.”

“Y/N-!!” Purple shot out like a spotlight.

“Is safe in bed!!” Raph pleaded and more red came to twist a heated mix in the sky. “Donatello, you need to calm down! I think you had a-!”

“CALM DOWN!?” Donnie screamed and you heard a thousand guns cock.

You dropped down and pressed against the building on reflex.

“DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!”

“DONATELLO!!!” Raph unleashed one of his sonic roars.

You shrank as small as your body would allow to protect yourself from the fallout.

You counted.

Each second would be a bullet.

Only none were fired.

It was quiet.

You lifted your head and peered up to find the same purple and red curling over the top lip of the building.

“Had what?” Donnie’s voice came dangerously small.

“H-huh?” Raph fumbled.

“You said…” Donnie wheezed. “You said you thought I had… what?”

It took Raph a second and you could envision the light bulb going off for him. “A nightmare… I think you had a nightmare.”

There was another bout of silence and you inched up another step.

Raph went on. “I don’t sense any other mystic energy. There’s no evidence of anyone else. No scent. No trail.”

Even the wind was still to listen in.

“It’s just us.” There was a skip in Raph’s words that made you think he was lowering his arm. “Just us.”

You saw red dim.

“Y/N… is…?”

“In bed. Sleeping, looked like.”

“I had…” Donnie took his own moment and you could see him processing. “I haven’t had one in years… It felt…!”

“Real?” Raph’s voice held weight. “Yeah… I know those.”

“What would you-!?” Donnie cut himself off. “You…!”

You made quick work of the next three steps.

There were two more.

“I get ‘em. Mine are from the Krang possession. They get me again and this time I don’t break free. I do… terrible things.” Raph explained.

Purple tapered off.

“Not just me, there’s Leo. His are the worst. Impossible to pin him down when he’s freaking out cause he’ll portal hop, but even if he doesn't then there’s the swords…”

Raph had a wet laugh.

“Plus trying to calm someone when your color happens to be the same damn one as your greatest enemies’ eyes?”

The roof was darkening to a level you’d expect for a moonlit night.

Raph’s voice moved. “Mike had sleep paralysis, but he also flies in his sleep sometimes… That was-”

Raph cleared his throat and you used the sound as cover to take the last two steps.

“Doesn’t matter.” Raph decided. “Point is, they fucking suck.”

“I did not call you.” Donnie finally spoke.

“Ya did.” Raph had a knowing weight to his voice.

“I refuse to play some verbal game.”

“It’s not a game; it’s a fact. It’s your ninpo. You sent off an alarm bell. You’re in a group chat now whether you like it or not and you called us.”

You’d seen that.

In a memory, you saw each of the turtle’s eyes light up in their respective colors.

“Why you? Why would you come? Why not another? Why would any of you!?”

There was silence and you peered over the lip of the building.

On the far side of the roof, Raph was standing with his spiky shell to you. His shorts dangled almost as baggy as his tail and spoke of lounging. You didn’t see Donnie at first, but a study of the roof found a glimpse of his darker green skin peeking out from between Raph’s limbs.

Raph’s arm came up and he rubbed his eyes.

You felt like you’d ventured upon a cut scene.

Raph took a few tired steps to the side before he spun to sit. It leaned his shell against the roof’s eave and he stretched one leg in front where the other stood at folded attention. He’d picked a calculated distance from Donnie who was now revealed to you. Your mate looked haggard from where he’d been ripped from sleep and he was currently pressed small to the far corner of the roof. With his legs folded up in defense against his body, he eyed Raph as if ready to lash out.

He didn’t have his battle shell.

He had little more than his wraps and sweatpants.

Instinct to protect your boyfriend flared and you were about to jump onto the roof and cover him when Raph spoke small and withered.

“You called.”

It disarmed you and Donnie in two words.

“The others were asleep. The warning’ll wake ya after a minute, but not right away” Raph went on, getting a little of himself back in the process. “I was up. I answered”

Donnie held his legs tight and studied the roof for a moment before looking toward the bigger turtle.

It was a little too far to see, but something must have been on Donnie’s face.

“Nothing bad.” Raph shrugged. “It’s hard to sleep sometimes. Not always a big thing. Sometimes you got a statewide tourney coming up and the kids are ready, but you worry and dad’s sugar’s off and he’s not checking, then you got a brother, back from mental vacation, doing the most to make up for lost time…”

Donnie’s chin landed on his knees.

In contrast, your brow wrinkled.

That last part must be referring to Leo.

That meant Leo was similarly trying to pack in missing years just like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. was.

You disliked that similarity.

“Fresh air does me good.” Raph nodded before he thought. “Or as close as I can get. City’n all!” He chuckled.

Donnie watched him.

“Your nightmare. It wasn’t…?” Raph struggled with his words and kept his gaze away.

Donnie’s head tilted.

With a chuff, Raph turned to him with an expression that begged understanding.

“Not about any of you.” Donnie spoke matter-of-factly.

Raph bobbed, pleased with the answer, but tried not to show it. “Good. That’s good.”

Donnie’s pupils plummeted.

Raph went a certain amount of slack and looked up at the sky.

Donnie’s gaze narrowed and then he hesitated before speaking. “I… was pursued for many years when I was young.”

Raph’s eyes went wide and his head lolled to Donnie. “Hey… you don’t have to tell me.”

Donnie looked on.

“I’m not trying to repeat history, remember? I’m not against it, let’s start with that. I’m all ears… or not since…” Raph shrugged a little sheepishly in reference to their tympanum. “I’m saying I want to hear if you’re willing, but don’t feel like you gotta.”

Donnie nodded once. “Noted.”

Raph didn’t seem sure what to do with that response. “So… yeah…”

“I’ll continue. My choice.” Donnie spoke with a clinical edge.

Raph nodded, ready.

“The visions were intangible, in a sense. When I was young I was pursued by police and hired hands alike, but they’ve lost distinction with age.”

Raph’s chest lifted with what you saw as pride to be privy to this.

“I dreamed little when I was younger in the Hidden City. No time when one is on constant edge. Threat of capture was omnipresent. When I came topside, there wasn’t time. So much to do. Sleep was a hindrance and drugs both helped and harmed bringing with them side effects I could not control.” Donnie seemed unable to stop the words tumbling out.

You leaned heavily into the brick and debated leaving.

This was their moment.

Not yours.

Everything was alright.

“Paranoia.” Donnie spoke haunted. “Hallucinations.”

“Drugs’ll do that.” Raph murmured.

Donnie’s head was slow to nod. “Why now? I haven’t had a nightmare in years.”

“Anything worrying ya?” Raph chanced.

Donnie jolted a little.

Raph’s lids fell in a knowing way.

Donnie threw his head up, irritated. “I am planning something-“ Thinking better, Donnie flicked his gaze to correct himself. “-something that will not violate your bastardized code, something you will presumably congratulate. Regardless… I suppose… It has been taxing my mind, but not in such a way that should trigger an event such as this.”

Raph openly thought.

“The only outlier I know of.” Donnie cracked his neck.

Raph was still evaluating how he felt about the ambiguity. “Stress is weird. All those worries can connect in the noggin.”

“You refer to immediate memory recall.”

“Huh?”

Donnie huffed. “Over-secretion of stress hormones interferes with long term memory recollection, but can enhance short-term based on relative memory storage areas of the brain.”

Raph blinked at him, obviously not getting it.

“I simplified.” Donnie complained.

Raph shook his head. “Not that… I mean yes that, because yeah sure, that happens, but that seems positive but I was talking more how stress messes with memory.”

Donnie gaped.

“I don’t know the fancy brain labels, but basically PTSD or things like that that deal with stress can cause memories to pop up that aren’t related cause the connections are off.”

“You’re suggesting hippocampus-dependent modulation of extrahippocampal memories?” Donnie stared.

“I guess?” Raph gave a snaggle-toothed grin. “That’s how it was explained to me. It was called… uh… inappropriate response?”

“Inappropriate response scenarios…” Donnie’s gaze darted as if he were filing through academic papers. “Fascinating.”

Raph kept his grin as he watched.

“What else do you know?” Donnie zeroed in on the other as if ready to pick him apart.

Raph gave an awkward chuckle. “Uh… like our personal experience? I just know what we dealt with and how we figured out what to do.”

“With what exactly?” Donnie unfurled.

“Krang.” Raph swallowed hard.

Donnie looked away, feeling the same discomfort.

“Being too young when everything went down with bad guys and… well… you…”

“I did not know you were possessed.” Donnie spoke softly.

You didn’t read it as a deference and neither did Raph. “Yeah… Covered my entire upper body… arms… and half my head… Took the same side as the one you hit me with the acid. Went from damaged to fully blind.” Raph pointed to his bad eye.

For the first time, you saw Donnie show a guilt over what he’d done.

“The injuries were one thing, but losing control of myself…” Raph looked at his hands before he squeezed them into fists. “Been hypnotized and I’ll take that any day.”

You watched Donnie breathe for several seconds. “I was not… possessed, but my battle was a losing one. I nearly succumbed several times. I felt the bodily infiltration.”

“Yeah?” Raph looked over.

Donnie held out his own arms. “I have a high tolerance for electrocution. Born of terrible circumstance, it’s the only thing that kept me alive and unturned. Electroshock ousted them from my system.”

“That’s a way to combat it?” Raph’s brow ridge rose.

“For extremities, it worked. I witnessed the hyphae spasm when shocked. If they were to entwine with the brain then such a contraction would render the host dead if the current already did not do them in.”

“Ah…”

Donnie gave a solemn nod.

“That kind of tolerance, what…?” Raph readied himself.

A gnat shot into your nose and you made the slightest sharpened exhale to keep from gagging.

Both men snapped their gaze to you.

It occurred to you then that you had meant to leave.

You stared in return and shrank the slightest amount.

“Y/N!” Donnie was on his feet and moving.

“Uh… hey…” You rose up on shaky legs from where you’d been squatting too long.

He reached you and pressed his beak into your cheek.

“I’m sorry…” You leaned into him.

“Did I wake up?” He retreated enough to examine you.

“Kind of? I didn’t know what was happening, but I think the light of your ninpo started to. You were gone when I was all the way awake.”

“Apologies. You needed rest.”

“Donnie…”

He dipped down and scooped you up into his arms.

You relaxed against him. “I heard most of what happened. I heard Raph when he landed nearby so I came out here… I was worried… I didn’t mean to snoop… I’m sorry.”

“Saves time.” Donnie said simply as he walked you back over to where Raph was still sitting.

“Wait, what are you…?” You tensed with protest.

Raph gave a wave.

“H-hey…” You were at Donnie’s mercy as he took his same seat with you in his lap.

Raph’s hand fell down onto his folded knee and in an open offer.

You placed your hand where it couldn’t encircle even one of his fingers. “I’m sorry to you too.”

Raph grinned, a fang poking out. “Nah, sounds like I scared you so I’m the sorry one.”

“I heard you checked on me.” You pursed your lips.

“Yeah, I musta caught you before ya got up.” Raph’s thumb came down to squeeze the whole of your hand.

You spread your fingers like your appendaged was squished even though he exerted no pressure.

“As you heard, Raphael and I were discussing the Krang Invasion.” Donnie seemed satisfied and looked to Raph. “You were elaborating on possession.”

“Hey, now. Ever think that could be a sensitive topic? I told you it caused me nightmares.” Raph had the slightest scold to him.

Donnie’s brow creased as that hadn’t occurred to him.

“You guys… aren’t mad for whatever reason, but should I… be here for this?” You move to give Donnie a worried gaze. “You apologized for keeping me up.”

Raph shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“As I said, I won’t have to explain the occurrence twice.” Donnie rubbed your arm. “Your secondary point holds. The latent cortisol flooding…” Donnie’s lips wrinkled with slight amusement and he shared the joke with Raph. “… interfered with my short-term memory recollection.”

Raph gave a smarmy grin.

“Would you rather return to bed?” Donnie squeezed you with question.

“I want to stay.” You bumped your nose to the underside of his chin.

The start of a churr rolled out of him, but he silenced it with a chuff.

Raph whistled as if he wasn’t paying attention, though it made it more obvious he’d heard.

Donnie gave him a lethal side-eye.

You snuggled closer to your boyfriend. “How long you guys planning to chat?”

Raph shrugged. “Adrenaline’s like coffee.”

“Cortisol.” Donnie corrected.

“For you or me?” Raph was unenthused.

Donnie considered the various chemicals.

“Do you need me?” You murmured.

Both men were quiet and Raph moved to speak first.

“I’m going out on a limb and saying ‘no.’ We may not need you, but we want you here.” Raph checked with Donnie.

You felt the way Donnie took the answer with a form of pride before looking down at the precious parcel of your body. “Quite.”

“Then I’ll stay.” You nuzzled Donnie and squeezed Raph’s digit. Both men allowed the moment of affection before going back to their discussion. Skirting horrors and keeping albeit difficult subject matter as clinical as they could, you listened to them talk about coping mechanisms and psychology that had been picked up both consciously and unconsciously until you drifted from the even keel of the discussion.

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