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WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THE DATING APP GUY I’VE BEEN TALKING TO FOR MORE THAN A MONTH HAS A PARTNER (likely got together like. last fucking week when i was full steam ahead flirting w this guy) WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU M E A N
this cunt really said “i’m seeing someone now” and expected me to roll with it like water off a duck’s back NO THANK YOU SIR not even putting a stop to my flirting and RESPONDING IN KIND EVEN
and from what he said after it doesn’t seem like his new partner knows either. UAUAHAGAAHHHHH i don’t even think he realizes what a shitty thing he’s done not just to me but to his partner too
#i’m so fucking PISSED it’s unreal#he vanished for a week and came back and was way less responsive and i think that’s when his partner had asked him out#WHYYYYYY WOULD YOU KEEP TALKING TO DATING APP MATCHES#WHYYYYY WOULDN’T YOU SAY ANYTHING#and then he blocked ME and unmatched ME before i could do it#fucking piece of shit. at least i’m never gonna run into him irl#his partner is gonna have a real rude awakening#I DIDN’T EVEN FIND OUT UNTIL I ASKED HOW HIS DATING APP ENDEAVORS WERE GOING#i thought he was fucking being cute when he said it’s going well i’m seeing someone now#but then he said they’d asked him out recently and i certainly didn’t do that#ggghhhhh i need to stop fucking with cishet men what’s wrong w me AUGH
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It is officially time to set up a new bank account!
#I am so fucking stupid and I am so fucking mad#I’m still using the first bank account I ever made. which my mother has access to….#it’s never been an issue before she’s never looked at it#well 🙃#apparently that has changed now#and she just started messaging me about how I needed to be more responsible with my money because she didn’t like how I was spending it#I’m going to fucking hit her with my car I swear to Christ#I’m actually v good with my money for one#I literally always pay bills on time AND put portions of my paycheck into savings#but I set everything up so I’d have a whole paycheck to spend at the con#and apparently she’s been stalking my accounts and did not like that#fUCK#like that makes me so fucking pissed!!!!!!#I’m a grown ass adult and what I do with my money is none of your damn business#and now she’s acting like IM being an asshole because I’m like ‘why the fuck are you even looking’#I can’t stand this woman so much it is FUCKING unreal#but now at least I’m finally motivated enough to actually make an account#I really should have done it forever ago and I feel stupid for not….#it’s just. ugh. UGH! I shouldn’t have to because she’s an obsessive control freak!!!!#you shouldn’t be stalking your kids financial information!#ESPECIALLY when I’ve never been in any kind of financial trouble before#kaz rambles
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Saw a Redditor post in psychosis that they had an experience where they said we were all technically “ god “ and we can’t “ live “ or “ die “ but we can somehow be different beings that CAN and that’s so fucky
Yeah, cool, you can “ live “ “ forever “ but not really. That’s as shit as dying and living and “ being “ and “ not being “
Over and over and over but not really but etc
I hate it so fucking much
Yeah! I DO get “ good “ experiences sometimes! Like “ bad “ and “ neither “ and “ etc “, and I’m fucking EXHAUSTED of it!!!!
Im exhausted of nothing! Of anything! Of something! Of everything! Of !!!!!!!
And it’s great that others/etc want to experience! Or whatever else, I’m tired of it!!!
Surely I’m not the only one, but??? It doesn’t matter, not in the “ idc that others hate constantly living/dying/being/etc “, but in the “ idc that I’m not the only one, it sucks and is exhausting regardless!!!! “
Fucking damnit me. And lackthereof and etc
Ig I wanted to experience an angst world this time, ofc you did. Yeah, you learn/re-learn/forget/remember/etc, and you know you hate it
Yeah. You enjoy it too. And you’re exhausted. And you know that you’re going to be fucked regardless because of you, and others too ( but mainly you )
Yeah. There’s going to be “ you’s “ and “ me’s “ that agree/disagree/don’t care/etc about this. Cool. It’s exhausting, just like you, me , us, etc
#vent#tw vent#vent 1/13/22#tw existential angst#tw existential dread#tw existential bullshit#tw existential crisis#tw psychosis#tw unreality#tw simulation#tw realities#tw reality#tw alternate reality#tw god mention#tw spiritual#having something/nothing/everything/anything/etc sucks so fucking bad. and the lackthereof and etc#yeah and I know others are going to get pissed at me for being this way but.. okay#that’s who/what I am and nobody/anybody/everybody/somebody ‘ HaS tO ‘ like it#no I’m not sorry for being who/what I am. I’m not sorry for being exhausted. I’m not sorry OR sorry for being#because.. what’s there to be sorry for? or etc? and I’m sorry/not sorry/etc for my actions. and anyways fuck existing and not existing and#living and dying and fucking and etc whatever. I can enjoy stuff and still be exhausted of it and still fucking hate this
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impulsivity in bpd can be cutting and dyeing your hair, but it’s also frying and destroying your hair to a point where it’s completely ruined and you’re self conscious of it everyday.
impulsivity in bpd can be having an attitude and saying some petty things to people, but it’s also ruining every good friendship and relationship you’ve ever had and you can’t stop yourself from sabotaging everything, so you end up alone in a deep pit.
impulsivity in bpd can be having some drinks, doing dr*gs, or having a lot of meaningless sex. but it’s also relying on drinking and dr*gs so much that you’re completely off your face all time and it ruins your image and every aspect of your life. and it’s also no one wanting a relationship with you because you “sleep around” or “probably have an std”.
impulsivity in bpd can be browsing an fps facebook. but it’s also stalking their every move online and their every step in the real world constantly because you need them so bad. you can’t live without knowing if they’re okay, knowing what they’re doing, knowing if they’re leaving you for someone else, etc.
the list goes on. us borderlines post a lot of shit about bpd, and in my personal case, laughing it off and sharing it to others makes me feel a bit better and i know that it makes others feel less alone knowing that other people are doing the same horrendous shit. but stop romanticising being obsessive, quirky, impulsive, and having an attitude. it’s fucking painful. the emotional aspect is PHYSICALLY painful. watching the world crumble around us because most of us can’t fucking stop ourselves is painful. the withdrawals from substances, s/h, etc because we are so prone to addiction is PAINFUL. i’m all for supporting our fellow borderlines and cluster b peoples, but STOP self diagnosing to be “trendy”. i’m not on about self diagnosing, etc if you’re certain and it means you’re getting the support that you absolutely need. everyone is deserving of help, whether healthcare wants to agree or not, EVERYONE deserves the help they need. but stop trying to make bpd sound fun. being euphoric is fun, the rest of it IS NOT. ITS FUCKING PAINFUL. thank u bye 💕
(ps. i hate making rant posts about this, but seeing people act like bpd is a “fun choice” in life pisses me the fuck off, every day is just pure fucking suffering. the people romanticising and hyping this shit up are the same people who will talk shit about any cluster b who is showing symptoms or having one hell of an episode. but this NEEDS to be out there x)
(edit: the amount of support i’ve had on this is unreal 😭❤️ i tried to word this the best i can but when i have a lot to say it often comes out making no fucking sense at all or something comes off the wrong way. i saw someone reply about the yanderes shit. I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN. i don’t know why the fuck people fetishise it, it makes me feel disgusting to have an fp even if i’m keeping as far away from them as possible. and also the “euphoric is fun”, i still do a lot of embarrassing and over the top shit when i’m euphoric that i regret. but in the moment, the happiness i feel i just embrace now because it’s not been often that i ever get to feel like that. thank you so much for the likes and reblogs, i really hope this post has helped y’all. I LOVE YOU ALL ❤️)
#bpd#bpd fp#bpd feels#bpd culture is#bpd vent#actually bpd#bpd thoughts#bpd problems#bpd safe#fp bpd#psych is allergic to borderlines#bordahline pershonality dishorder#actually borderline#borderline pd#borderline personality disorder#borderline#borderline culture is#cluster b
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Hi 🤍 could you do a soft launch with Max with Hamilton!reader (Lewis’ little sister) where she starts posting RB merch and things like that and people think she’s doing it to piss Lewis off. Maybe she does some interview where she says she has a crush on Max.
instagram au 🏎️ M.V
hamilton!reader x max verstappen
Lewis’s little sister seems to be getting cozy with a certain redbull driver…
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y/nhamilton: Brazil 🇧🇷 dump 😚
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lewishamilton: not impressed.
y/nhamilton: love youuuuu🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼
lewishamilton: 😐😐😐
bullredddd: she’s so hot I can’t 😩
mv33forthewin: did y’all see that like 30 second interview she did when walking into the paddock?
user292: what happened?
mv33forthewin: the interviewer asked if she thought any of the drivers were cute and she said yeah max! and now she’s posting redbull drinks and max is liking ? idk if she’s doing it to piss Lewis off or something but this is SUS AF👀👀👀🔍🔍🔍
fanpageLH: WHAT??????
user119: THE FUCK??🤓🤓
lhobsessed: no way this is really WTF😲😭
yourfriendsuser: unreal 😍😩
y/nhamilton: ily 😙😙
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maxverstappen1: 🇧🇷☀️⛱️
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mv33forthewin: OMFG HES IN BRAZIL TOO
lewham44: AND SHE LIKED!!!!
mv33forthewin: oh they deffo hooking up or some shit
lewham44: ajajsjdjejw
ricrodeooo: omfg just look at him 😍😍😍
use262: LEWIS’S LITTLE SISTER LIKED ???!!!!
supersupermaxmax: boyf material 🤤
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y/nhamilton: one lucky girl <3
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user272: GIRL THE REDBULL LIGHT??????
lewishamilton: you’re disowned
y/nhamilton: can’t do that I’m dads fave 😁
lewishamilton: 🖕🏾🖕🏾🖕🏾
fanofmv33: convinced y/n and max are dating or something !!! he’s liked her post again….!!!!
mv33forthewin: I’m so freaking invested in this shit rn😭😭
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maxverstappen1: calm before the storm
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y/nhamilton: 💐💐
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user368: Y/N LIKED AND COMMENTED ?????? THEY DEFFOOOO HAVE SOMETHING GOING ON AHHAHSHDHGDHEHEHEH
maxxxobsessed: who are the flowers forrrrr😏
hamiltonluvrr: I need to see Lewis’s reaction 😭😭
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y/nhamilton: fun in the sun with you 😉🇧🇷
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victoriaverstappen: beautiful ❤️
y/nhamilton: mwah🫶🏼
maxverstappen1: I love you❤️
y/nhamilton: I love youuu😙🫶🏼
user279: I KNEW IT!!!!
mv33forthewin: OH EM GEE.
lh44_4eva: Y/N I NEED LEWIS’S REACTION RN 😩😩😩😩
y/nhamilton: he nearly fainted 😬😬
lh44_4eva: NO WAY U REPLIED
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maxverstappen1: love❤️
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y/nhamilton: 😘😘
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supersupermaxmax:
redbullracing: she’s joined the better side 😌
mercedesamgf1: she’s concussed.
y/nhamilton: @ mercedesamgf1 sorry 😔💔
fan56: STOPPPPPPP😍😍😍
authors note - hope you enjoyed and this is what you wanted !! Love you all ,take care of yourselves ❤️❤️
#max verstappen x you#f1 instagram au#formula 1#instagram au#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#charles leclerc x reader#fiction#charles leclerc#mv33#max verstappen x y/n#max vertsappen#max verstappen#max verstappen x reader#fanfic#instagram edit#m m.
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Hellaverse Tumblr Simulator part 2
Part 1 here
TW: unreality, mentions of drugs, blood, death, sex, unwanted sexualization (with consequences)
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I’ve come to make an announcement. Blitzø the imp is a bitch ass motherfucker, he pissed on Stella’s fucking husband, that’s right, he took his imp fucking spotty dick out and he said it was this big and I said “that’s disgusting,” so I’m making a callout post on my
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I’m gonna tell my crush I love her wish me luck everyone!
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Oh my god she killed him
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Hey guys! Just checking in! How is everyone doing today?
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Unpopular opinion but the exterminations are actually really good for you all you’re so caught up in the panic that you don’t realize that it makes it so much easier for you since it’s less populated after that. You all need to stop bitching and complaining about it.
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CHARLIE STARTED THIS?!? HELLO?!
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Remember guys! Asking someone how they d*ed and why they’re in h*ll is really rude and invasive! Don’t do it unless you know them well!
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How’s the reception from heaven bitch?
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Alastor kinda a hot twunk ngl
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NOOOO OP ALASTOR HAS KILLED PEOPLE FOR SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT TO HIM DELETE THIS BEFORE ITS TOO LATE
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Do not forget what you’ve seen here today.
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HELLO?!?!?!?!?
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Yeah I want a number 9, a number 9 large, a side of small fries and a large Mount And Do
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THIS IS PERSONAL WHAT THE HELL
#there’s some Easter eggs in this one#minor OCs#ocs#fizzarolli#sir pentious#blitzø#nifty#hellaverse#helluva boss#hazbin hotel#stolas#mimsy#charlie morningstar#lucifer morningstar#alastor#vox#hazbin hotel rosie#hazbin rosie#cherri bomb#hazbin hotel husk#hazbin husk#angel dust#vaggie#tumblr simulator#velvette#tw sex#tw drugs#unreality#the notebook#tw death
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Dear Nate
(Sequel to Dear Alex)
Dear Nate
I’ve just read your letter and I’m shocked. Maybe not for the reason you think I’m shocked though? Don’t get me wrong, I’m seriously pissed that you drugged me man. Like, I should phone the police really but I needed to write back properly. I have my own confession to make.
You’re right that when we moved in together after college, it was a tenuous friendship. Like we knew each other but not that well. I thought it was worth a try and after a few months we had hit it off so it was all good.
If I’m totally honest I had no idea you felt jealous of me like that. I thought we were buddies and I feel a bit let down that you felt you needed to even the playing field. For my part I always thought we were on the same page on most things?
Here’s the thing. When I started my new job and I started putting weight on, at first I felt super vulnerable. I’d always been into the gym and the only time I’d ever had any extra weight was during bulking season and that disappeared pretty quickly. Like, I’d get to pig out for a bit and enjoy myself and then it was back on the weights so I could bulk up. When I found myself sporting a permanent pot gut I was ashamed and embarrassed. I thought when you were looking at me you were just a bit grossed out by it and felt awful. But then truth be told, as time went on, I actually felt quite free. I’d never really minded watching my weight before but the release of not having to record every calorie I ate in an app was so freeing. After a while I actually started loving my little belly! It felt good to eat and it felt good to have a little timber. Dad bods are in after all!
To hear that in those early stages you were encouraging me to eat is intriguing to me. I knew you were generous with the shopping and the cooking but at that stage I just saw it as you being a great room mate! I had no idea you were doing this intentionally or that you were being vindictive.
I guess it’s time for my confession. When you started putting the gainer shake in my food, that’s when I found out what you were doing. How did you think that I wouldn’t realise? I’ve been using that stuff for years. I can taste it in anything! At first I thought it was just a mistake but then I started tasting it in everything. I confused at first but then it dawned on me that you were lacing my food and I was all set to confront you but it got me thinking. Why would you do that? I then started remembering all the times you’d encouraged me to have an extra potion of something. Or you’d replenished the snacks during the game. I began to notice you checking me out and looking at my belly.
Here’s the thing. I didn’t hate it.
If anything I started to enjoy the attention. The only thing I couldn’t work out was whether you were fattening me up because you hated me or because you liked me and wanted me bigger. So I stared laying traps of my own to see if I could work you out. I began eating more and more to see if you would respond or not. Pretending not to notice that you were constantly plying me with food or putting more unopened beers on the table. You aren’t as subtle as you think you know! I even tried walking round the apartment with my belly on show when I’d stuffed myself to see if you would look or not. And dude, you couldn’t keep your eyes off it! Your eyes followed me round the room like a teenager on heat. That’s when I knew you were into me and the belly.
So I kept it up. I let you stuff me and feed me and get me bloated up every night. And as I leant in to it, I began to enjoy it more and more. The freedom of being able to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted. The feel of my belly getting more and more distended as I packed it full of fattening snacks. The satisfaction of laying back on the sofa totally engorged and rubbing my belly till I felt a little hungry again. I fucking loved it. I even found myself dreaming of eating. Stuffing my face with unreal quantities of food. I’d wake up with wet sheets I was so turned in by them.
Then last week happened. Whatever you gave me knocked me out to be totally honest. I have a vague recollection of some of it. I remember the chilli and some of the game. I remember feeling ravenous. I think I remember the pizzas and now you’ve told me what happened I think I remember you stuffing me. But honestly it was a blur. What I do remember is waking up in the morning the size of a house! Whatever was in those tablets should be illegal. By belly was so distended and hard I couldn’t believe it. I managed to get myself into the shower and take care of it but it wasn’t till after all that that I found your letter.
Now I need you to hear me. What you did was unacceptable. You can’t drug me again without my permission. But that aside, I think I need you to know that I’ve enjoyed the last 12 months more than I’ve ever enjoyed anything in my life. And really, I knew what you were doing and I let you do it. I am so turned on by my new size and a big part of that is having someone do that to me.
It’s gonna take a while to trust you again I think but I’m willing to try to forgive you if you can forgive me for not letting on to you that I knew what you were doing.
I’ve not seen you for a few days but if you get this and your down, I’ve booked a table at the all you can eat Chinese buffet in town for 7pm. If you wanna talk this through then meet me there.
Oh and bring those tablets.
Yours hopefully
Alex
#belly expansion#gainer fiction#gay gainer#stuffing#belly fiction#gainer stories#male gaining#stuffing art#gainer story
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Summoning part 7
Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader
Word Count: 2120
The reader faces the cruel consequences of saying "I love you" to the demon.
Warning: 18+ angst, Demon Eddie being mean, unprotected sex,
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I let out a shaky breath, looking up into his hardened stare. It was amazing how fast his whole demeanor had changed.
"I-i love you." I gulped out, eyebrows furrowed in worry.
He visibly recoiled, pulling himself away from me and climbing off the bed.
"You are not allowed to do that." He stood tall in front of me.
"But I can't help how I feel."
"Then put your feelings in check." He snapped, facial features hard.
"Please," I reached out to him. I could feel the tears of rejection pooling in my eyes.
"That is not what this is. This" He gestured with his hands between us, "this is not a relationship or whatever your puny little human mind has conjured up. This is you serving me as I told you you would be from the very beginning. You are were to obey me, not developed feelings."
"Then what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to not fall for you when you saved me from being sacrificed or when you talk to me so sweetly like you aren't a demon from the bowels of hell like you're just a man?"
Tears were flowing down my face now and even though the morning light was warm against my bare skin all I felt was cold.
“It is not my fault you misunderstood.” He turned away from me, looking to the door of my room then turned back around, eyes boring into mine. “I henceforth release you from your servitude. I will no longer visit you.”
It was like an arrow had been shot through my chest. A pain so unreal filled my body and I cried out in agony. I could feel that invisible bond that had drawn me into him disappear and yet the feelings of love remained.
Gasping through the pain, I cried out to him. “Severing me from you will not make me stop loving you. What’s done is done, you have my heart completely, just don’t go.”
He stood stiff, wings flaring out behind him in anger. “Stop it. Stop saying that.” He hissed, bearing his teeth.
It was scary to see him like that but I held my ground even as tears fell down my cheeks.
“Why? Why is it so bad if I love you?” I maneuvered myself up onto my knees so that he would not be looking down at me so severely.
Rage marred his features as he spits out his next words. “Because I do not want you to.”
He didn’t give me time to argue back with him, instead, he vanished like always, leaving me to stare into the empty space which he once took up.
I was angry more than I was sad. Who was he to dictate how I felt about him? Standing from the bed, I stomped my way into the bathroom across the hall and took a shower in seething silence.
Pissed could not begin to describe my mood for the rest of the day. Thankfully no one was home to witness my dramatic slamming of doors and cabinets. Nothing could calm me down as I sat and my thoughts festered around how much I absolutely hated the demon right now.
My thoughts had not stopped even when it was time to go to bed.
I tossed and turned in my sheets, body hot under the covers. Sleep did not come easy, looking at my alarm clock on my bedside table it was 3:15 A.M. Groaning, I buried my face in my pillow.
Hesitantly my hand reached out to the necklace the demon had given me. It was now the one thing I had left of him. The anger which had boiled in me all day simmered down, leaving me a sad and empty shell.
I stared out into the darkness of my room, fist clenched around the red jewel. The tears I had worked so hard to get under control in the shower sprang forth again and cascaded down my cheeks. I cried and cried until my head hurt, clinging to the thoughts of the demon and our last night together.
I missed him desperately, more than the times he had left before. I knew now that I was alone, that he was never coming back to me, all because I had to tell him how I felt.
“I’m so fucking stupid,” I said aloud into the night. “So stupid.”
Sleep finally came in the early hours of the morning when the sun had yet to pierce the horizon. And with sleep, came dreams.
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The edges of my vision were blurry and the world look familiar yet strange all at once. I was in a dark hallway with a singular door standing shut at the end of it. My heart beat fast in my chest as my instincts told me not to go any closer than I already was but my feet had other plans. They took me further and further down the hallway only stopping when I reached the end.
Hesitantly I reached out for the golden handle, even though it was dark, it still gleamed as if light were shining directly on it. With a twist of the wrist and a small shove, I opened the door. Blinded by a flash of white light, I stumbled backward only to be caught by a pair of large hands.
I could not turn my head to see who had caught me. The hands pushed me gently through the door into a dim candle-lit room. The red brick of the walls looked intimidating in the flickering light of the many candelabras scattered about the room. In the center of the room, on a dais between two large pillars, was a humongous bed pushed back against the wall. Black and red curtains flowed down around the bed from a rather gothic-looking canopy.
Although the room looked like something from medieval times and gave off an eerie look with all the blacks and reds, I felt comfortable. Like I belonged here in this room, with whatever had its hands gently pushing into my back.
I was led forward by the unknown hands and helped up the stairs of the dais. Then, I turned around, eyes meeting with an all too familiar pair.
The demon smiled at me in what coil only be described as a loving way. “Hello little one,” He said, taking my hands in his, rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs.
My heart lurched for him and so did my body. In an instant I had my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into me for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and nuzzled his nose into my hair.
“You left me.” I cried into his chest, tears tickling my cheeks as they fell.
His hands smoothed over my hair and he shooshed me quietly. “Do not be a sad little one, you are here with me now.” Then his fingers slowly moved their way down my body. He undressed me one article of clothing at a time as opposed to his usual magic snap of the fingers.
I looked up at him and allowed his thumbs to whip the tears away. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kissed him. We moved together in the fuzzy haze of the world until we were lying on the bed. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed oh nim slightly. He followed my silent direction and fell over onto his back, pulling me on top of him.
He stared up at me straddling him, eyed bright in the dim lighting, and hair tousled about the duvet. Even though everything felt dreamy and unreal, the hardness which was under me could not be mistaken.
Hesitantly I started to rock my hips back onto him, feeling every bump and ridge of his cock against the wet slit of my pussy. Never had he let me ride him before, I had never really tried to or even asked, but in this real world, he was all too eager to have me atop him.
His long slender fingers held tightly onto my hips, helping me to grind down onto him. I couldn’t help but gasp as his tip pressed against my clit. I used my hands to balance myself, using his chest as sturdy support. I was entranced by the feelings stirring in me; want, need, love, the complete and utter mesmerization of his dark comforting eyes, and the glint of the rings piercing his nipples.
I skimmed my fingernails over his pecks before pinching each nipple between my fingers. He grunted as I gently tugged on them, bucking his hips up into me as I continued. He also gripped me tighter as I rubbed the hardened buds, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on each of them.
“Quit playing,” he growled, I just shook my head and giggled, latching my mouth onto him. My teeth nipped at the skin and metal before I began to suck as he once did to my own nipples.
I grinned around him in triumph as he writhed under my touch. Hips bucking upwards in search of more friction as well as hands working me down onto him.
“Fuck.” I mumbled, “Need you inside me.”
No later than I had let those words fall from my mouth then he hand his cock in hand and went in search of my entrance. I lifted myself up off of him, mouth leaving his skin with a lewd pop. Reaching between us, I helped him to find where to go and once he had, I lowered myself down.
Reaching back behind me, I supported myself on his thighs. My head lulled back as he filled me, his tip reaching some place far inside.
“You always feel so fucking good inside me,” I moaned, chest pushed out, nipples pert and aching in the surprisingly cool air of the room.
“And you always feel like heaven around my cock, little one.” His fingers scraped up my thighs, over my stomach, and landed on my breasts, cupping them, fondling them.
I arched more into him, loving it as he let me rid him and he played with the pillowy flesh of my chest.
“I love you,” I cried as I sped up my movements. I was only brave enough to say it aloud again because this was a dream, a dream that felt like every touch of his skin against my own was as real as if I were awake.
“I know,” he cooed, grunting when my cunt clenched around him at his soft words.
My climax was barreling its way to the surface as I continued to spear myself onto his incredibly hard cock. With toes curling and fists secured tightly on his thighs, I let the high flush over me. It felt like it reared its head quickly and yet felt like it took years to pass by.
His hands held me as my body shook over him, cunt creaming around his cock, spasming with every little movement of him inside. Gently he unsheathed himself from he and leaned on his side to watch my tired body.
I watched him through lidded eyes, shivering as his fingers traced patterns into my skin. I did not realize I had been frowning until his thumb smoothed over my brow before his lips kissed the spot he had touched.
“Do not fret, I will be back.”
“When?” I asked, anxious to know.
“In time. I can not stay away from you for very long.”
..........
As he spoke the blurry edges of my vision started to expand and in a blink, of an eye, it was like I had tunnel vision. He was still talking though as I reached out for him, his word was becoming more and more muffled. The last thing I heard as his voice became unclear was, “I do lo-” He was cut off and my vision went completely dark.
I woke with a jolt, hands reaching out across my bed in search of another body only to find the sheets cold and void of any life. Sighing I thought about the dream I had just had. The details were foggy but I remembered being with him, with my demon.
New tears began to well in my eyes before I blinked them away. No, I would not cry, I would be strong. If he was too much of a coward to stay then I would not waste my thoughts on him.
“He does not care for you,” I told myself as I began getting ready for the long day ahead, “Don’t dwell on him.”
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Even Flowers Have Their Dangers
“Henderson! Why, pray tell, is your douchebag babysitter getting out of his douchemobile and coming this way?”
Fucking Harrington, man. Eddie felt conflicted every time the kids even said his name. His heartbeat always went a little haywire and he wasn’t sure if it was because his flight response always activated around the guy or because Harrington was so fucking hot it was unreal. Considering that Eddie had a type and that type was “dangerous and pretty,” it was probably both.
“Is he?” Dustin looks over his shoulder, grinning his goofy grin. “Hey Steve!” The kid’s hand lifts in a wave as Steve makes his way toward them.
“Henderson. Go get in the car with the other gremlins, I want to have a word with your dragon master.” Steve smiles fondly, nudging the kid toward his waiting car. Guy just screams preppy. Collar popped, jeans so damn tight that Eddie's getting a sympathy wedgie. No boxer line on his thigh which means that Harrington is a brief guy. Not that Eddie is thinking about his underwear, it’s just an observation.
“Dungeon Master, Steve. I swear you’re getting it wrong on purpose.” Dustin sighs, rolling his eyes but starts toward the car.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Steve calls back over his shoulder before turning to Eddie who hopes he wasn’t caught staring. His heartbeat does something funny before he gets a handle on himself and leans into his usual false bravado.
Swinging away from the auditorium door, Eddie throws his arms out in a full extension, lowering himself into a bow, “To what do I owe this illustrious visit, your royal highness?”
Harrington looks uncomfortable now, the ease that he’d approached with, gone, his shoulders hunched up, face looking pained as he tucks his hands into his pockets - well, he tries to - there’s not a lot of extra room in those 501s. “Cut it out. I just wanted to tell you not to leave the kids here alone if you guys get out early. Nothing that you have to do is important enough to leave them in the dark without protection.” His voice is clipped, jaw set, and Eddie realizes that he’s annoyed, maybe even angry.
What the fuck is that about? He’s all chummy when Henderson is watching but now that the kid’s gone, he’s slid back into asshole mode? Eddie knew it. He knew the kids couldn’t possibly be getting the real Steve Harrington if they actually thought he was a good guy. Wonder why he was putting on an act though - was he trying to get Nancy Wheeler back through her brother?
“Maybe I didn’t hear you right?” Eddie says with a hard edge, all flamboyance dropped. “You’re telling me? Not asking me?”
Fuck that. Who the fuck is this prep to tell him that he needs to watch over a bunch of high school kids? They’re like fourteen and fifteen. Eddie was selling drugs at fourteen, some kids have jobs, they walk home, not all of us were born with a silver spoon and a Bimmer - where the fuck does Harrington think they live that its too dangerous for three teenage boys to not stand outside for five minutes?
“Yeah.” He snaps, “I’m telling you. Don’t leave them outside without an adult.”
“Fuck you, Harrington. I’m not their babysitter. They were fine. If you’re that worried, you should be here earlier. I had shit to do.” He didn’t. Not really. He’d just had a shit day, shit week really, and wanted to go home to smoke a joint. He should have waited. He knew he should have but Harrington calling him out on it just pisses him off.
“Seriously, Munson?” Steve scoffs, shaking his head. “I knew you’d be a dick. You know their best friend is Will Byers, right?” Fuck. Eddie did not know that. Just that Mike’s best friend Will lived in California. Not that it was the Byers kid who went missing years ago. Damn. Eddie feels even worse now but fuck if he’s telling Harrington that. Steve’s voice softens though, “Just, please. If you know it’s gonna be an early night, let the kids know so they can radio me to be here earlier. I’m asking, okay?”
“Radio you? Like - you guys have walkie talkies or something?” Were they for real? What is this Cloak and Dagger?
Across the parking lot, Steve’s horn blares and they both look up to see Mike leaning over the driver seat to press on it.
“Keep your fucking shirt on!” Steve yells then grumbles under his breath, “Fucking Wheeler.”
Eddie should just agree and be done with it, he’s not gonna leave them alone after learning about Byers anyway but damn if Harrington and his pompous attitude don’t get under his skin. Instead, he says flippantly, “How ‘bout the King worries about his own court and leaves me the fuck out of it, yeah?”
He doesn’t wait around to see Steve’s reaction, just skips over to his van and climbs in. He’s got her started and is pulling out of the parking lot before he glances back at Harrington. It looks like Steve is already lecturing the kids about something. Eddie just shakes his head and drives off, leaving them to it.
As he’s pulling up to the trailer an hour later with a little more cash and a little less weed, Eddie almost expects to find a fancy rich boy car waiting for him. He doesn’t. He’s going to pretend that he’s disappointed about that because he wanted to argue with Harrington, not for any other reason.
What he does find though, is a big motherfucking dog. It’s just sitting next to the trailer steps and Eddie’s seen Cujo so fuck if he’s getting out of the safety of this metal box. Hell no. He can wait.
After five minutes of waiting, they’re still in a stand off and Eddie’s thinking about starting his van and just leaving to sleep some place else. What? He’s a coward and that dog in Cujo put him off petting dogs for weeks afterward. No way is he getting out, alone, in the fucking dark to that behemoth of a dog. No one would even come if he screamed. This is a trailer park, ignoring screams is part of the lease agreement.
Just as he puts his keys back into the ignition, the dog tilts his head to the side, tongue lolling out for a few breaths before it gets up and trots over to Eddie’s driver side door. This close, it’s not quite as big as he thought but it’s still the biggest dog he’s ever seen. Some kind of Husky mix or something. He doesn’t know shit about dogs but it looks like a really fluffy sled dog. Poofy tail and everything. It tilts it’s head again and Eddie rolls his window down slowly.
It’s ears perk up and it looks happy. Which is maybe a thing dogs do? He wouldn’t know, honestly. He’s never had a dog.
Eddie slides one hand out, curled into a fist because he doesn’t want to lose a finger to Cujo here. He needs those fingers for various reasons. Like guitar playing, dice rolling and other non sexual things.
The dog leans in, sniffs the hand, bumps it with his cold wet nose and then nuzzles it so Eddie’s knuckles graze into the soft gray fur on his forehead. Eddie’s barely breathing, his heart is racing and his legs are all clenched like he would run if he wasn’t sitting in his car. Extending his trembling fingers, he scratches the top of the dog’s head. The dog swear-to-god sighs.
“Hey there, big boy. Whatcha doing?” Eddie whispers softly, opening his door to step out. The dog shuffles back just enough for Eddie to slide out from behind the door. His fur is soft and silky between Eddie’s fingers. “Oh look at you, so pretty. You know you are, too, don’t you?” The dog seems to preen with the praise so Eddie lays it on thicker, “Yeah you do. What are you doing out here? No collar but you must belong to someone, you’re too pretty to be running wild in Hawkins.”
After a few more runs through the fur on his back, Eddie reaches back into the van, rolls the window back up and grabs his bag. He can’t stay out here all night so he heads toward the front door. The dog follows. “Uncle Wayne’s gonna kill me.” Eddie sighs, knowing he’s a sucker and he’s 100% going to let this dog into the trailer.
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no sorry like it still is pissing me the fuck off that so many ppl in the lgbt community online will so willingly prove desantis and tucker carlson right like you’re all so fucking stupid and useless that you’d rather dig us all further into a pit because you got bit by the “everyone is valid” bug and no longer can form reality-based opinions on anything. it for real makes me feel so hopeless like ok i guess i’ll never be treated like a person in this country and forever be a political pawn because some internet weirdos who don’t watch anything besides their tumblr dashboard and she-ra decided that pedos are okay as long as they’re just pretending to fuck kids instead of preying on real children (so far). instead of doing the rational and normal thing which is to fucking weed out the pedos in the community and fucking prove that we don’t support that. yeah i guess i’ll just continue being oppressed if it means some dumbass in seattle can post abt their toddler fetish without being made to feel bad about it. fucking unreal how much i hate so many of y’all. sure yeah tucker’s right about us desantis is right about us yeah you’re really sticking it to the right wing by proving them literally right. i’m gonna go cook some ravioli
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ok im sorry i realized pandemonium is close and got to thinking and im pissed as fuck about tsukasa’s lims again. prsk devs were really like “Ok guys let’s give this guy two of the most banger lims in the game-“
“Yes great perfect. Ok now as soon as ny3 ends let’s pivot 180° and beat him to death with a rusty metal pipe.” like for the love of god. since then we’ve had three kasa lims, and they are, in order:
managed to ruin my literal top dream mixed lineup of ruishizukasa by having leaks tease the thrilling concept of tanuki/kitsune limkasa and then ended up being Walking Nerd Emoji in a Plain Middle Schooler’s Uniform. when lineup and card set theme leaks dropped i was literally gearing up to podium this event, i wanted it to be my t3, and then the cards dropped and made me so mad i dropped to maybe t100 if i’m bored enough
very pretty card art at least but my literal least favorite limkasa hair especially in terms of 3dmodel + previous world record holder for Most Boring Lim Costume
*audible snarling* fucking kasafes. fucking new world record holder for #1 Most Boring Lim Costume and on a fes card of all things. fucking plain white cotton tshirt HGTV sugar free breakfast syrup commercial ass sitting in a boring suburban kitchen holding a piece of bread. “what’s that?” said the devs. “you were excited to see tsukasa’s version of the concept of fragment sekais, the reality-bending time-warping realms of pure feeling given physical form where characters come face to face with deeply symbolic fantastical scenarios and confront reflections of their deepest emotions? you wanted to see how creatively we could address the myriad of different complex patterns of thought that make tsukasa who he is, and were excited to see which of many unique and interesting routes we could’ve taken to explore him at his roots? ha! hahahahaha! No. You get breadboy.”
LIKE. GIRL. HELLO. you have GOT to be shitting me. these are the lims we’re getting? for TENMA FUCKING TSUKASA of all people???? i could pull up to the most boring outfit competition in my last job’s uniform tshirt and a pair of uncomfortably textured khakis, and if i got up backstage and saw my opponents were these three chucklefucks, i would piss my pants in soul-crushing terror knowing i was miles out of my league.
LIKE??? WHAT HAPPENED?????? compare them to his first three lims’ fits and hairstyles:
the fuckin reverse glowup from those to the latest three is unreal. absolute shitfest. world’s most rancid dimdown. someone get my boy some fucking CLOTHES
as i always provide on my kasaposts, please see my approved hater license below the cut:
i adore him guys i swear. im mad on his behalf not mad at him
#tsukasa tenma#project sekai#me.txt#okay thats my pettiness quota for like the next 3 months. apologies i will return to being chill now#also like no shade to ppl who do like the recent lims. i have no quarrel with you i prommy. i am just. Disappointed and Enraged#that said please do not try to argue with me about why kasafes is genius and im stupid for disliking it#i promise ive seen every argument under the sun. i simply do not agree. my friends have received many a discord rant on why that is
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SOUP!!! i know you’re focusing on the thanksgiving stuff rn and slay yes go off but this is me begging you to torture wendy sometime soon <3333 i know you know i love her and i’m trying SO hard not to be annoying about requesting her too much but ,,,, the type of dopamine i get whenever i read one of *those* fics (wen as sickie) is truly unreal and i’ve been craving it sm lately (and i’ve already reread all your old ones *almost* too many times LMAO) 🤭 also PLS DONT TAKE THIS AS ME PRESSURING YOU OR EXPECTING THINGS FROM YOU‼️‼️‼️ THATS THE LAST THING I WANT‼️‼️ THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO‼️‼️‼️ im just putting this out there to gently suggest that you torture her whenever you have the time and energy to lolll <3
the trope can be literally anything you want but i’m really feeling a migraine fic 👀 like a bad one!!! but having her kind of hide it until she can’t anymore? and then vin maybe feeling all guilty about not noticing it sooner + him being all soft and adorable and worried? smiling and blushing just thinking about this ahhhh
thank u sm i love u
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HI Just jumping on board the girly request train (To add this to your hoard for if you have the time/will). Consider, if you will: Wendy sick at work with Jonah as a not-so-great caretaker having to call Vince like "Come get your girl." (Wendy does deserve belly rubs and also just... hugs. Lots of them. And a gentle smooch on the forehead)
(And you know I love bitchy Jonah and I can't think of a shittier caretaker /pos /aff /very affectionate /I love him okay?) -🧷
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Jonah was in a bad mood. Which he knew wasn't saying much, because these days he was always in a bad mood, but whatever. He was in a shitty fucking mood.
Graduation was closer than ever, happening in a little less than two weeks. Meaning he had exactly 4 days to finish all the documentation and essays and double check his hours and also pick an outfit and send the bloody invitation to his mother and stepfather and his father, fuck, he had forgotten about-
"Switch with me," Wendy interrupted his stream of thoughts, entering the office area. Jonah let out a scoff, rolling his eyes.
"Absolutely not," he said, turning back to the paperwork he had been filling in. He had already done his hours in the ER, there was no way he was gonna do Wen's too.
"Please," Wendy said, although she didn't sound like she was asking, "switch with me, I'll take your hours tomorrow-"
"Nope," Jonah shook his head, not bothering to look up from where he was filing up the report of each patient he had had all day, "you're distracting me, Wendy."
"Jonah, I really can't do the ER right now-"
"No one likes the ER," Jonah shrugged, signing his name with a little too much force. He really wanted to go home. It was almost 10 PM and he still hadn't had dinner and although he didn't have classes tomorrow, he had so many things to hand in. Did he revise his residency application?
"Jon, please I..." Wendy whined and Jonah's head snapped up, pissed off.
"Wendy no," he glared at her, "I'm not switching, give up."
She pressed her hands to her face, before letting out a sigh and turning around, wordlessly leaving the office.
Jon's stomach sunk and he felt a pang to his chest, but he stood his ground. He had worked his hours today and he really needed to go home and Wendy was not going to puppy eye her way into getting him to do a double ER shift, not when he was this exhausted, even if it was just the remaining one hour and half.
He got back to the task at hand and by the time he glanced up again, it was time to get going. 11:30 PM, Leo would probably be asleep, Jonah thought sourly, locking all the documents inside of his designated drawer and getting up.
Claire was just getting in as Jonah walked to the doctor's staff to strip his white doctor coat and grab his bag as well as his scarf. She waved at him as he unlocked his locker, "hi, Jon."
"Hi Claire," he yawned, folding his coat.
"Uh..." Claire frowned as she unlocked her own locker. She shared with Wendy, but Wen's clothes were still inside, "that's odd, I didn't see her in the ER..."
Jonah felt a weird sense of unease wash over him. He draped the scarf around his neck, "here, take mine. Just let Todd know when he clocks in..." he said, "I'm gonna check if she's still clocked in."
Jonah hated the guy who had been doing the last round with Wendy. Chris wasn't just annoying as hell, he was also a careless idiot who messed up constantly. Jon had lost count the amount of times he had gone toe to toe with the guy.
"Chris," Jonah said, managing to get him alone just as he turned the hallways, Chris probably going to clock out too, "did you see Wendy?"
"No," Chris scoffed, glaring at him, "not since she bailed on me. If you find her, let her know that she's fucked. I made a complaint with our supervisor."
"What...?" Jonah frowned. Wendy didn't bail, Jon could count in one hand the amount of times she had taken time out of her clinic hours. She often covered for others. She would never just quit and up and leave.
"Yeah," Chris rolled his eyes, "said she was gonna get water and I haven't seen her since. I had to go through all of her fucking patients. Peters is gonna chew her up tomorrow."
"How long ago was that?" Jonah asked, feeling anxiety prickling all over him. This was widely out of characters.
"An hour ago? I don't know," Chris shrugged, before stepping around Jonah, "excuse me."
Jon didn't acknowledge him at all, already fishing his phone out of his pocket and pressing the 3, Wendy's speed dial digit. It rang and rang and no one picked up.
Her car was in the parking lot still, getting covered with snow. Shit.
"Wendy, it's me. Please pick up your phone, I'm worried," Jonah send her a voice message, before immediately trying to call again. If the car was still there, then she was still in the hospital.
The question was where? Their university hospital was a big place, since they were the reference not just for their town but for other five around them. It had four floors and was almost as large as a whole block.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jonah chanted, heading to the main nurse station near the ER. The head nurse from Wendy's shift probably had clocked out already, the new one wouldn't know where she was...
"Marjorie! Nurse Marjorie!" Jonah ran down the hall, catching her just as she was about to walk to walk out of the door to the parking lot. She paused, looking confused and spooked.
"Dr. Banks-"
"Hi," Jonah panted, catching up with her, "sorry, I didn't mean to startle you- Did you see Wendy?"
"Wendy?" she frowned and Jonah nodded.
"Dr. Marshall?"
Marjorie's frown twisted into a grimace, "oh yeah, downstairs," she nodded, "about twenty minutes ago? She was in a bad shape, poor thing."
"A bad shape?" Jonah's heart squeezed and he looked around as if he'd somehow spot Wendy in the crowd that was coming and going, "where was she exactly?"
"Well, I entered the ladies room and she wasn't looking so hot, but she said she'd go home, so..." Nurse Marjorie shrugged, "she's probably left by now."
"Which side?"
"West wing-"
"Thank you," Jonah shook her hand awkwardly, before turning around and running back towards the stairs. He just wished no supervisor saw him running around like that, he'd for sure get called out.
There were two bathrooms down in the west wing, where they got the x-rays exams done. One was gender neutral, then two gendered ones down the long hallway. Jonah made a silent prayer before entering the female bathroom.
It was empty.
Or rather, it seemed empty, but a small sob cued him to the fact that it wasn't so. Jonah power walked across the room, before knocking on the last stall, "Wendy? Wen, is that you?" please let it be her.
There was a small groan from inside, a voice he recognized and he spotted her white shoes peeking out, with the lilac details.
"Wendy, it's me," Jonah knocked again, "can you unlock the door, please?"
"Uhm..." she grumbled from inside and he heard the sound of fingers drumming on the door, as she clumsily attempted to unlock it. It took a minute before she managed to do so and then Jonah pushed it in, regretting it as Wendy let out a whine as the door hit her thigh.
He waited until she moved out of the way to push the door again and Jonah frowned. Wendy was sitting on the ground, one arm draped over the toilet, her head resting on her hand. The little he could see of her face, Jon could tell was extremely pale.
"Goddammit, Wendy..." he crouched down next to her, "Wen? Hey, look at me, sweetheart-"
"Hurss...hurts..." she slurred instead of answering him, her voice barely above a whisper. The toilet was empty, but Jonah could tell she had already thrown up at least once, if the wet spot in front of her baby green scrubs were anything to go by.
"What hurts, Wendy?" he leaned in, planting a hand on her shoulder. She was freezing, even though she was wearing a long sleeved shirt under the short sleeved hospital clothes.
"Head..." Wendy whimpered, curling up even more, sounding dangerously close to tears. She hugged her knees, pressing her forehead to them and rocked back and forth, "I don't feel well, Jon..."
"I know, Dee," Jonah whispered, moving even closer and ignoring the smell of vomit, so he could cup her chin and force her to lift her head, "let me see your eyes, Wendy."
They were filled with tears, squinting from the pain. The minute he raised her face, she flinched from the overhead white light, and gulped nervously, shoving his hand off her face.
"I'm... I'm gonna be sick..." she groaned, leaning over the toilet again. Jonah scrambled forward to grab her hair, immediately gagging as he felt one of the front pieces was already wet and sticky.
He buried his nose in his shoulder, gagging fruitlessly. There was nothing for him to puke and clearly, nothing for Wendy to bring up either, because after a little more retching, she let out a sob and resorted to resting her forehead to the porcelain, sobbing.
"No, darling, don't do that, this is disgusting..." Jonah cooed, sliding his hand between her forehead and the toilet and wrapping his other arm around her waist, pulling her up.
Although she was unstable as a newborn fawn, she didn't immediately collapse, clinging to his coat with all her force. Jonah pushed the stall door open, slowly guiding her to the sinks and Wendy slumped over the granite with her whole body, letting out a whine as he ran his hands under the tap to turn on the motion sensor and then ran his now wet, cold hands on her face, washing her mouth and chin, as well as the sick covered piece of hair.
"Shhh, you're okay, I got you," Jonah whispered, more for his benefit than hers, as Wendy's whole face scrunched up in pain, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.
"I don't... I don't want you," she groaned and Jonah's stomach turned for a different reason, simple and plain guilt.
"I know, I'm gonna get you to Vin," he answered instead, "I'm really sorry, Wen, I didn't know you weren't feeling well..."
She let out another groan, ignoring his apology and Jonah bit his tongue to stop the string of words he wanted to say. He wanted to apologize again, he wanted to grill her about her symptoms, why she hadn't started off by saying she was sick previously when requesting he switched with her, why she hadn't told him...
She shuddered, hugging herself and Jonah stripped his coat, wrapping Wendy in it and closing the first button on the front. It was far too big for her, it reached the middle of Jon's thighs, but on Wendy the coat was brushing the floor.
Wordlessly she slumped forward, pressing her forehead to his chest and Jonah wrapped an arm around her, guiding her out of the bathroom.
As soon as they reached the ground level floor, she let out a loud whine. The place was much more crowded, so much more noisy, and Wendy let out a sob, pressing her face to his chest with even more force.
"Hurts..." She said, grabbing at the roots of her hair and pulling, to try and escape the pain inside her skull.
He left her planted on the couch in the waiting room, as he sped back to the staff quarters to retrieve her purse, as well as her other belongings. Wendy was rocking back and forth when he got back to her, much to the unnerving of the other patients, who kept glancing at her nervously as it looks like she was going to throw up.
"Okay, let's get you out of here," Jon whispered, wrapping his arms around her and guiding Wendy to the car. She shivered violently once they walked out of the hospital, the drastic temperature change hitting them both. Jon's teeth started to chatter and he forced Wendy to keep moving, pushing her inside her car.
"No, don't do that, Dee," Jonah whispered, holding her head as Wendy tried banging it against the window to stop the pain inside, "shhh, lie back down, lie down..." he lowered her seat a little bit, smoothing the hair out of her face.
Wendy let out a pitiful sniffle, curling up on herself, his coat serving as a blanket on top of her. She turned her head, away from his touch and Jonah's stomach sunk a little more.
He parked inside her building, in her designated spot and then scrolled through his contacts. Wendy seemed to be asleep and he didn't want to wake her up unneededly so.
"Hello?" Vince sounded half asleep and Jonah glanced quickly at the clock. It was almost midnight, no wonder, "Jon?"
"Hey," he whispered, "I have Wendy with me, can you unlock the door, please?"
"Wen... Why? What's wrong with her? Are you outside-" there was rustling around, "I don't see you outside."
Jonah rolled his eyes, "I'm downstairs in the parking lot, she-"
"Is she okay? Let me talk with her."
"She's asleep," Jonah started to say, but Wendy stirred and groaned, turning to blindly grab his phone.
"Is that Vin?" she whined, not bothering to open her eyes and, in Jonah's ear, Vince exclaimed.
"Wendy!"
Jonah let out a scoff, "just unlock the door," then hung up, turning to Wendy, "can you walk?"
"Yes," she said, sounding annoyed. She pushed the door open and stumbled out, bracing against the car and taking deep breaths, "my head is exploding."
"You sound better than before," Jonah said hopefully, circling the car to hold her arm, "c'mon, Dee."
"Uhm..." Wendy slumped against him, letting him guide her the rest of the way and Jonah chewed on the inside of his cheek, pressing the elevator button.
"I'm really sorry about before, Wendy. I had no idea you were sick, if I knew I'd have switched."
"It's fine," she said sourly, crossing her arms, "it's fine."
"Wanna say that one more time?" Jonah said, "doesn't sound fine."
"Shut up, Jonah," Wendy groaned, pressing her forehead to his bicep with all her force, "I don't have the energy for this, just shut up."
As soon as the elevator came to a stop, Vince was already there. In the middle of the hallway, wearing just sweatpants, socks and a huge orange hoodie that made Jonah cringe in distaste. His curls were a messy mane around his head and he had been clearly about to fall asleep.
"Hey, hey..." he crossed the hallway in two steps, cupping Wendy's face, "what's wrong, honey?"
She let out a groan, that quickly morphed into a whimper, "my head..."
"Migraine?" he guessed, glancing up worriedly to Jonah, who flinched as if he was somehow guilty for Wendy's migraine.
"Yes, she threw up earlier-"
"It's not as bad anymore," Wendy scoffed, glaring at his direction, before snuggling up with Vince, wrapping her arms around his middle, "I just wanna lie down."
"Thank you for bringing her home," Vince whispered, offering Jonah a big, relieved smile, which only made him feel ten times more guilty. Vin was unaware to his little conundrum, hugging Wendy to him and bringing her inside the house.
Jonah followed them in, planting Wendy's keys and her purse on the little living room table that was littered with books and notecards, where Vince clearly had been studying.
A minute later Vince emerged from the room, having tucked Wendy into bed, Jon's coat draped over his arm, "here. Thank you Jon..."
"Please don't say that," Jonah cringed, taking the coat back, "tell Wendy to call me when she feels better."
Vince frowned, confused, but he nodded, "yeah, of course. Are you calling a taxi?"
"Yes-"
"You can wait in here," Vince said hopefully, "or just crash the couch, it's no problem-"
"No," Jonah shook his head. He was feeling terrible, he really didn't want to stay and witness anymore of Wendy in pain, "no, I have to go home. Leo's probably having a heart attack, I should've been home two hours ago."
It was a little lie. Yes, Leo would be stressing if he was aware, but more probably he was simply asleep by now.
"Okay," Vince crossed the room and then pulled Jon into a hug, causing the man to let out a startled yelp.
"Let go of me."
"Thanks again, man."
"Yeah, let me go..." Jonah shoved him off, "and tell Wendy not to worry about tomorrow, I'll explain to her supervisor what happened."
"Thank you," Vince nodded, although he wasn't sure what he was nodding along with, "you're a great friend."
Jonah grimaced, "yeah, bye."
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I just rewatched 1x02 of The Bear, and took notes to get deeper into these fucked up silly guy’s heads, so here we go!!
Tw: workplace abuse, intentional emeto
The staff at EMP wear white tops, black pants, and a blue apron which Carm continued after his switch to The Beef
With both the “why?” bit and “Do you like working with fucking idiots?” “I’ll do better,” the only accepted response is that a mistake was made and it was their fault
“Do you like working with fucking idiots?” “I’ll do better.” “Say ‘yes Chef’” both serve to paint Carm as a fucking idiot and to show Chef as always deserving his respect
There’s a constant flip flop between absolutely tearing Carm to shreds and making him feel like dirt beneath Chef’s shoe for the problem that occurred and making sure he’s keeping work flowing at a rate and quality that’s acceptable to Chef (which it never will be)
I’m sure you’ve seen the “Chef saying ‘you should be dead’ was off screen so you can’t tell if it was actually Chef or if that was in Carmy’s head,” and I lean more toward the latter. I know it’s plausible (which is really fucked up), but I just like the narrative possibilities for Carm starting to hear Chef’s voice. It sounds different too. It’s whispered, but Chef had to be careful about who heard that one more than everything else, so idk
His eyes are kinda hazy through the whole thing, and when it’s over, he stalls for a second before blinking hard and brushing it off. He still sounds kind of off-kilter after though.
There’s a time skip I never noticed before where one moment, he’s desperately calling hands, and the next, they’re cleaning up after service. Maybe unintentional but maybe slipping in a little of that s1 unreality and showing that Carmy misses time sometimes
Marcus just loves messing with Richie, first his cologne and second “DeVry, we’re serious about success!!” and he’s so real for that
SYDNEY: [mocking laughter] <333
Carm doesn’t actually clean the floors with a toothbrush, he had a rag which feels… weird. His floor-cleaning toothbrush is such a staple in fics
He walks to and from work
On his coffee table, he has an ash tray, a mason jar of water, and some clutter I couldn’t make out
“YOU KILLED MICHAEL” on the order tickets is an interesting one. I’d probably tie this most easily to the train of thought that he wasn’t there, but he could have helped, and if he never left, Michael would still be alive. Maybe he thinks the pressure of having to deal with him as a kid contributed or that his success as a high end chef made Mike feel like shit by comparison, but idk, there’s a lot of ways you could go here
“That’s um… a lot of words.” We have a work day here and reading about managing his business is not fast and exciting and Carmy is a little blood-sniffing shark, if he stops moving, he’ll die. Fr kinda love him for this but am pissed at him for just shoving it back to Syd
“Is my hair on fire?” I had to look up a definition, but Carmy’s starting to wonder if he’s just totally fucked and if The Beef can make it out of this. It’s interesting to see him so unsure of whether he’s going to make it. “Not yet, no, but you need help,” just feels nice. It’s both sugar-coated and completely accurate
I love Ebra for just listening to T rant about how much she hates Syd, and later, he just fuckin rocks it when Syd calls orders out. Ebra’s one of my favs <33
Syd with her journal shows the first signs of her impatience and Richie interrupting her with the inspector I think finally flipped the switch of her just absolutely despising him
Them getting a C and seeing everyone go through the 5 stages of grief is so funny omg
Syd breaking up fights and stubborn idiot-proofing by getting the right caulk was so hot girl of her
“Fak, fix that fuckin sound.” I want to know what made the difference between this and the “I don’t mind it” alarm during the s2 Cicero meeting
“He’s a baby. Don’t get Carmen into trouble, y’know? I was a baby too once, Sydney. Nobody gave a fuck.” This is pretty self explanatory, but… yeah ouch
Carm’s willing to vent to Jimmy about work with the slightest encouragement. Might point to them having a closer relationship, or maybe Carm would vent about work to whoever will listen
“I asked you where you’ve been.” So he hasn’t seen Cicero or his mom since moving back, and I feel like him and Nat had at least texted or called before 1x01 but probably not seen each other, could be wrong on that though. So he just dove headfirst into the restaurant the second he got back to Chicago, and hasn’t even talked to the family he’s been self-isolating from for the past 5 years
I love Carm’s phone password being 11111
Edit: I’m watching this ep yet again, and the flowers on the table in the scene with Pete are the same from his cooking show dream in 1x08!!! Maybe tying in that he feels like his slow breakdown is being seen by everyone he knows, not just those connected just by cooking. Or maybe it’s connecting his conversation with Sugar to how he was also struggling especially hard at the time of the dream, but then, I feel like it would be in Sugar’s kitchen when they’re talking about it. Idk but I love this detail a lot
Sugar doesn’t seem to treat Pete super great :’(. She kinda pushes him away after he hands her the phone, and he instantly assumes that she’s telling him to shut the fuck up. She is the sibling trying hardest to change and be healthier, but she did indeed inherit that Berzatto temper and fast pace to the point of rudeness
Carm’s “Did you hear I apologized? :D” is so funny to me
Carm will vent to Sugar when something happens that’s more in the mental side of things. He wants to be casual about it, doesn’t want to think too hard into how deeply fucked he is, but he needed to talk to someone about almost setting his apartment on fire
Apparently he sleep cooks “sometimes,” and that wasn’t the only time
We know that the breathing difficulties started “sometime in New York maybe?” and I feel like crying out of nowhere is a little more recent, but the nightmares could’ve started at any time, or maybe he was saying New York for all 3, who knows
“I don’t want to bother you.” When considering who to tell what, he does consider his perceived burden on the other person
“I was throwing up every day before work… kinda dug it.” This quote has naturally festered in my brain for the past couple months because it says so much about him. He experiences stress nausea and maybe it became an intentional way of gaining control and consistency in an environment that fought so hard to make him feel faceless and powerless. It shows how far he is willing to go for this. He’ll do whatever it takes, including making himself vomit from anxiety. In his mind, it helps him become a better chef. Could also illustrate his likely connection between perfection and suffering. He kinda dug it. He felt like that self-destruction was necessary for him to excel. I could go on all day
He stayed there because “People loved the food. It felt good.” Here’s his stated motivation. His actual motivation is some messed up combination of that and lot of stuff he talks about in his Al-Anon speech: the excitement of being that good at something for once, just keeping going, hoping that one day, Mikey would acknowledge how good he was at it. People loving the food was confirmation that he was really fucking good at this. More than anything though, he wanted Mike to love the food
When the health inspector reveals that a pack of cigarettes was left by the stove, it doesn’t cross his mind that it was him. He was the CDC at EMP, he wouldn’t make a mistake like that, but he did, and now, this is just reinforcing how fucked everything’s gotten, especially himself. He’s just the type of person who leaves cigarettes by stovetops now
And yeah, that’s 1x02 - Hands all good and done!! Again, I don’t know how far I’ll get with these, but they’re very fun
#my bear rewatch#the bear#the bear fx#the bear meta#rewatch#character study#fanfic#character analysis#media analysis#headcanon#fanfic prompt#theory#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#marcus brooks#the bear marcus#richie jerimovich#sydney adamu#michael berzatto#the bear ebra#the bear tina#neil fak#jimmy cicero#sugar berzatto#natalie berzatto#the bear pete
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Well, I officially still work until 2/16, but I’ll get paid through the first three weeks of March because of the severance package we’re getting. I’m in hell lmao like I’m trying not to think too hard about it right now because if I do I’m just gonna have a full blown panic attack. I’m having so many feelings, like, I’m pissed they let me even interview for that position on Friday. We had an interview today for a potential driver, and obviously that’s not happening. Now it’s my sole responsibility to get the remaining cars we have delivered to/picked up from customers because we do not have any other people DOT certified, and I JUST got my certification renewed TODAY. I know I have plenty of time to get a new job lined up but I literally don’t want to fucking do that so bad it’s unreal. I don’t want to have to get my insurance shit figured out again. And I’ll only have insurance until the end of February. Then chances are I’ll have to wait 90+ days until whatever new insurance I get kicks in. Like. Jesus Christ
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happy new year!!! i hope this year goes well for you and brings you lots of good things 💖💖💖
to celebrate, have my first headcanon of the year: the more i think about ler wiggly the more i become obsessed, especially when paired with lee tinky or nibbly since i feel like their dynamic would be perfect for shenanigans. and i’m just imagining that when he’s wrecking someone he speaks using that baby-talk he uses like saying shit like “tumsy-wumsy” and “you’re being a rotten little ba-na-na” but his face and tone is just 100% serious and threatening, like he doesn’t even do it to tease them he’s just like that. depending on the person sometimes it makes them laugh more but this time at him because it sounds so silly which just pisses him off and makes him wreck them more. i am very normal about him as you can see - fluffvoid
Happy new year!! I hope 2024 treats you just as well!
Ksvakavsql the fucking chokehold ler!wiggly has on me is unreal! This is literally perfect, you get me so well💗 & brb gotta add tumsy-wumsy to the wiggly bot’s lingo because it’s too good not to include!
But you are so right, the dynamic between Wiggly & those 2 would be so fun & chaotic! Cause they’re the more playful & mischievous lib & they’re both hardcore gluttons for punishment & they know who to go to if they really wanna get wrecked! The uwu baby talk literally never fails to fluster them & Wiggly’s stern expression as he uses such silly teases just makes them laugh harder! & I know he called Hannah a bad banana or whatever because he was mocking her nickname, but Tinky is yellow so I think he can recycle the insult here. He just loves having power over others, especially his younger brothers, so I just know he takes advantage of their weakness literally every chance he gets
Also
Me & you when we even think about Wiggly. We’re all very normal about him here
#asks#anon ask#fluffvoid#lib headcanons#npmd headcanons#hatchetfield headcanon#tickle me wiggly#wiggly#wiggog y'wrath#tinky#t’noy karaxis#nibbly#nibblenephim#lords in black#nerdy prudes must die#npmd#hatchetfield#hatchetverse
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I’m high right now and oh my god if I ever I get high again I’m going to be pissed this is so lame and unfun and oh my god
Notes to self about what sucks about being high
I cannot do anything, I can’t write or walk or talk right when I’m high I just stay in my bed and do nothing
I am hallucinating really bad it’s annoying
My vision is really blurry and I can’t see anything right
When I get high it’s all I want to do I literally just get drugs, take them, talk about them, and lay in bed thinking !!! What ????
Everything feels really surreal and unreality-like
Everyone knows it’s like I’m wearing it and I’m nothing but an addict FUCK THAT
I become so unlike the person I want to be when in active addiction (hella unproductive, depressing, mean)
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