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slxsherr · 1 year

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Tell Me, Does It Hurt?

read part II here and part III here

pairing: charlie walker x bimbo!fem!reader

summary: you don't know much about horror movies but charlie doesn't mind helping you out.

wc: 2107

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, loss of virginity, oral (m!receiving), unprotected sex (p in v)

New students senior year are pretty rare, especially new students like you. Your skimpy clothes are what make you the talk of the town when the school year starts, most of your classmates having caught a glimpse underneath your skirt on your first day. Even if you noticed, it’s not like you’d care. It’s also why Charlie completely forgets about Kirby when you strut over to him and Robbie during Club Fair, asking to join Cinema Club.

Your glossy lips stretch into a cute smile, writing your information down on the sign-up sheet, and Charlie takes advantage of your position, memorizing the view of your tits as you lean over. He’s surprised to see that you’re not wearing a bra, eyes fixed down your shirt. Before he can process the sight, you’re standing up, winking at him before walking off. His heart jumps and breath hitches, knowing he’s been caught, but he doesn’t have much time to think about it when Kirby comes to sign up for the first time in four years.

He’s surprised when you actually show up to Cinema Club meetings, sitting pretty next to Kirby, looking awfully confused when the discussion begins. You’re quiet throughout the meeting, coming up to him once the meeting is over, brushing off Kirby to talk to him.

“Hi, um, I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of the movies you guys are talking about,” you say, nervously fiddling with one of the rings on your fingers.

“That’s okay, what genre do you usually watch?” Charlie asks, trying not to get nervous as you get closer to him.

“Usually sci-fi or animated, I really like the visuals,” you explain your answer.

“Oh yeah? What’s your favorite?” He asks, wanting desperately to grab your hand to stop your fidgeting, and to feel your touch.

“The Fifth Element,” you answer eagerly.

“That’s a good one,” he says, smiling at the way your face lights up. “But we do focus mainly on horror movies. Do you like scary movies?”

“Not when I’m alone. Do you think you could help me catch up?” You ask, batting your eyelashes.

“Uh, s-sure,” he answers, stuttering over your bold request.

“Thank you! Are you free this weekend for a marathon?” You ask, tilting your head at him.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless from the idea of spending the weekend by your side on the couch, watching movies that’ll have you clinging to him.

You give him your phone number, as if he couldn’t have gotten it from the sign-up sheet, telling him to text you when he’s free. He waits until Friday morning to text you, letting you know that he’ll be free tonight. You text him back after lunch, giving him your address and telling him to come over at six, that you’ll buy dinner.

He’s nervous when he rings your doorbell, the stack of DVD cases threatening to spill out of his sweaty grasp. You open the door quickly, smiling at him and pulling him in. He can barely process what you’re wearing, short shorts that barely cover your ass and a tiny, tight tank top that he can see your nipples poke through. You lead him through your house, pushing him towards your couch when reaching your living room.

“You’re just in time! The pizza just got here,” you say as he takes a seat on the couch, and he spots the pizza box on the coffee table. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got water, sodas, juice,” you offer, listing his options.

“Just a soda,” he answers, and you disappear briefly before coming back with two cans.

“Okay, what movie should we watch first?” You ask, putting the cans on the coffee table with the pizza.

“We should definitely start with Peeping Tom,” he says, handing you the case.

“Awesome, I’ll put it in,” you say, walking towards your TV to start the movie. “Thank you for doing this for me, by the way,” you say, and his face flushes at your appreciation, as well as the sight of you bending over in those shorts.

“No problem, it’s my pleasure,” he says, pulling one of the blankets to cover his lower body as you finish up, walking over to join him on the couch.

“I hope you don’t mind a plain cheese pizza,” you say, bringing the box to your lap and opening it as the previews begin to play.

“Not at all,” he says, accepting the napkins you pull out of nowhere, underneath the box he assumes, and a can of soda.

“I’m really glad you came over, it’s kinda hard to make friends at a new school during senior year,” you say, your words followed by the crack of your can opening.

“I get it, not the new school stuff but the making friends part,” Charlie says awkwardly.

“Really? But you’re so cool!” You say after taking a sip of your drink.

“You think I’m cool?” He asks, his ears beginning to ring from the compliment.

“Totally!” You say, and the way you’re looking at him as if he hung the moon and stars reassures him that you’re not lying. “Oh! Movie’s ready,” you say, realizing the menu has popped up.

The movie starts, and the two of you fall silent, eating and drinking as the first act begins. By the third act the pizza box is back on the table, empty cans joining it. You’re inching closer and closer to him, hiding your face in his shoulder when it gets too gory for you to watch.

Slowly, the two of you make it through Charlie’s essential picks. You’re shamelessly clinging onto him after the second act of the second movie, and he’s able to muster up the courage to wrap his arm around you by the third act. After the third movie you stop flinching so much, getting used to the jumpscares and violence of the genre. Before he can put in the fifth movie, you stop him, and he’s sad, believing the night is already over.

“Can we watch the last one in my room? The couch is getting uncomfortable,” you ask, and his heart nearly does a flip at your request.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, following you to your room.

“Just take your shoes off and you can lay on my bed,” you say, taking the DVD case from his hands to start the movie.

He does as you say, slipping off his shoes and laying on top of your duvet. You join him on the bed, laying your head on his shoulder and pulling his arm around you. He starts giving you background on the movie, telling you about the Woodsboro murders that inspired the Stab franchise as the previews play. You give hums of affirmation, and he tries to ignore your gentle touch on his thigh.

“Charlie?” You say his name softly after the shower scene.

“Yeah?” He responds, hating how soft his own voice sounds.

“Are you a virgin?” You ask, sitting up to look at him.

“W-Why would you-” He begins to respond, but you interrupt him.

“It’s okay if you are, baby,” you say, climbing onto his lap. “I wouldn’t mind being your first,” you say, rolling your hips, and he can feel the heat of your pussy through all the layers of fabric separating the two of you, his dick hardening at the sensation. “Do you want me to be your first?” You ask, leaning your head closer to his.

“Yes,” he manages to say between moans as your hips keep moving.

You smile at his answer, connecting your lips with his, moving his hands to your hips. He’s kissing you sloppily, hands crushing your hips as he tries to get you to slow down. He groans when you pull away from him, perking up when he sees you taking off your top.

“Do you like my tits, baby?” You ask almost innocently, pulling his hands up to your chest.

“I love them,” he says, thumbs brushing over your nipples, eliciting a quiet moan from you.

“Lift your hips, I wanna suck you off,” you say, undoing his belt and his jeans.

He follows your instructions eagerly, allowing you to pull his jeans and boxers down his legs. He kicks them off, breathing heavily as you let your spit dribble over his cock. Your hands slowly pump him as you lick at his tip, tongue gliding over the sensitive skin, soft lips leaving faint kisses.

“Please, stop teasing,” he moans, hips moving on their own when you suck on the head.

You smile before you swallow his cock, bobbing your head, hands holding his hips down. His hands twist the fabric of your duvet, flying to your head when he feels the smooth muscle of your tongue trace a vein as you move. You moan when he accidentally pulls your hair, and he gets embarrassingly close to blowing his load right then from the vibrations.

“Mm, you’re doing so good, baby,” you say, pulling off his cock, one hand squeezing his base to calm him down. “Bigger than I’m used to, though, hurts my jaw.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, desperately moving his hips for more friction.

“It’s okay, baby, don’t apologize. Wanna feel my pussy now?” You ask, languidly pumping his shaft.

“Yes, yes, please,” he says, voice breathy from pleasure.

“Take this off then,” you say, tugging on his shirt.

He sits up fully, eagerly following your directions. He strips his flannel and undershirt, throwing them to the side. Your short shorts are halfway down your legs, lacy thong not far behind. As soon as it’s all off, he’s on top of you, spreading your legs and sliding his cock between your slippery folds.

“Oh, you wanna be on top for your first time?” You ask, arms circling around his neck.

“Yeah, wanna make you feel good too,” he says, one hand sliding between your bodies to press messy circles on your clit.

“Fuck,” you moan at the stimulation. “Go ahead and put it in, baby.”

He presses into you, thick head stretching your hole deliciously. You pull him closer to you as he bottoms out, your sweet moans right next to his ear as he buries his head in your neck, sucking and biting the sensitive skin to distract himself from the way you’re clenching around him.

“Move,” you say, a plea more than a demand.

The drag of your walls as he pulls out has him groaning, hands pushing your knees to your chest to support himself before he thrusts back in. He sets a slow pace, his hair falling in his face as he leans down to kiss you. You pull his hair back into a makeshift ponytail, moaning against his lips.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he groans out after pulling away from the kiss to breathe.

“That’s okay, baby,” you reassure him.

“No, want you to come too,” he says, and you’re sure he’s gonna leave bruises with how hard he’s gripping your thighs.

“Go harder,” you tell him, moving one of your hands down to rub your clit.

“Like this?” He asks, and your vision starts to blur as the pleasure burns through your body.

“Yes! Feels so good, Charlie!” You moan, hand stopping in its tracks to grip his bicep.

As he fucks you into the mattress, he moves one of his hands to rub your clit, hoping to get you off before he busts. Your room is filled with your sounds, the moaning, heavy breathing, the slapping of skin against skin, but especially your voice. You’re babbling nonsense, nails leaving red marks across his shoulders, legs shaking as you reach your peak.

He doesn’t last much longer after you, fucking you through your orgasm not recognizing the signs of your release. Rutting into you, he lets his hot cum fill you, too fucked out to remember to pull out. His hips stutter against yours as he rides out his high, groaning as he pulls out, allowing himself to lay on top of you when you pull him down to you.

“You did so good, baby,” you say after a while, fingers combing through his hair.

“Yeah?” He asks, carefully rolling off of you.

“Yeah. Wanna stay the night?” You ask, turning over to face him.

“What about your parents?” He asks, suddenly worried about getting caught.

“They won’t be back until Monday,” you answer, smiling as you place a hand on his chest.

“What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you all alone for the whole weekend?” He asks, pulling you to hold you closer.

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mamieishere · 3 months

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Heat me

MDNI

disclaimer : fuff, making love, missionnary, unprotected sex (burrito guys BU-RRI-TO) breeding kink, dom/sub?, no name mentioned

Where you were from, windows were covered by interior curtains and shutters on the outside, all this to prevent the heat in summer and cold in winter.

When you woke up this morning, you were surprised and blinded by the light.

- "Aaaaah... I really need to buy some curtains to prevent the morning light", you grumbled as you drag your feet to the kitchen downstairs.

The building was a medium one, only 4 dorms and a little rooftop apartment which seemed to be intended. You happily sign the contract after cautiously reading every details. Even if, the cost was medium (probably due to the weather exposition), the charges were more as acceptable, not to say cheap in comparison of your native.

However, a thing caught your attention We are extremely sorry because the neighbors are loud at night time. We hope it won't be a problem. They are out most of the time. But we'll have to met them to make some update about the different bills : electricity, gaz, light, cold and warm water.

"It's okay, I usually work at night time, because I'm dealing with local artists", the landlord looked reassured and the contract was signed the following second.

Fortunately for you, the previous tenant had leave some furniture including the bed, the kitchen and The armoires. You unpacked your things, clothes, art supplies, music supplies and the decorative items to picked here and there.

That was a first day but it feels like home already. Now, funny thing : groceries. You took the subway with individual caddie and made the ladies jealous. So much so that most sellers offer you discounts to promote their shops. Your Korean was harsh and unpleasant to hear but you guess that everybody was too happy to met a stranger trying to speak their language that they decide to not notice.

that's how you went home with plenty of various products. You laughed a bit to the situation. Then processed to make a dinner. You sort veggies, fruits, meats...

- "MEATS??? WTF?", you shouted of surprised before adding a little sorry.

Anyway, sauces, power, flour, juice. Ha Jeez, they didn't joke about gift. But there's something missing... a beer and a pizza. So, you grabbed your wallet and jacket to run down the next 7/7 near buy. you took yourself a little banana milk and a taro drink.

Putting the fresh groceries on the counter, you prepare the rest, washing the veggies, the fruits and drop them off in a cute basket. Then meats and liquids were put in the fridge.

You turned on the TV, and started to watch The Moving Castel. The pizza heating in the oven faisait spread a delicious smell and you open you beer.

You sat up from the sofa heating to the kitchen, took out the pizza, sliced it in several pieces before heading back to your place with your food.

*knock knock*

Oh noooo you sight, put the movie on pause, putting on a hoodie and you sadly answer the door.

- "Hey Hello ! I'm one of your new neighbors"

-... you opened the doors "Good evening?"

- "Excuse my curiosity but i smelt a delicious odor and then i all freak out because one of my favorite movies was playing somewhere.", the boy was black haired. "excuse me, it's very impromptu but would accept me to watch it with you?"

- "Oh huh, yes I guess?"

- "COOL ! i'm H/N btw"

- "Y/N"

- "So nice to meet you! hold on, wait for me, I'm gonna grabbed some snacks!", he run away before being back seconds later. "Let's watch it!"

You both jumped on each side of the sofa. The movie started to run. As the minutes passed, the clother you became. At the end, snacks and pizza empty, we were absolutely glued one to an other. It was late and you felt into sleep on the shoulder of your new friend.

- "Hey Y/Nnie you need to go bed", you grumbled "bulama good yoa arms", He sight. "Okay, guide me to your room".

He grabbed you princess style and lean to your bed, help by your lazy finger.

- "Here you go, good night sweet dreams", he whispered.

- "Stay with me pleeeease... it's a new town and I'm lonely."

No-one will ever know why he stayed. November was a cold month, specially at night. "Heat me up please. I'm freezing." Your host turn around and wrapped his legs and arms around you.

- Is it better now? ", he asked. But your body seems to keep shaking. So He tightened his grip around you. Your nose in the little of his neck permits you to inhale his fragrance. Oh boy, he smelt heavenly.

one thing leads to another, both of you find their shelves kissing each other. The kiss was light and passionate.

his arms went to keep you tight and his lips intensified the connection. As this happens, you were in awe, this man is wonderful, muscular and sweet in the same time. How to say no?

His hands cupped your chin and your legs opened as he positioned himself on his knees. He looked at you for your consent and nodded shyly.

- "Jagiya, don't need to be shy with me okay?", his hands went to brush the garnement of the tank top betraying your erected nipples. His touch were soft, teasing the flesh and keep starting to add more pressure. Your first moan escaped your mouth but the second were caught by his own lips.

Everything was sweet and slow he removed your panties gently while keep cheesy smiling to you. You didn't know what was in his eyes, was it love? nuh unfortunately, lust ? hum carrying? yes, looked like it.

He layed down, leaving pecks here and there. Then he reached your private part, kissing, licking, sucking like his life was in game. You tried to touch him.

- "No sweetheart, the pleasure is mine. You no move and stay still. You don't want to be punish little thing?"

He grabbed your knees and left his dick spend free. He's was beautiful, tanned skin, define muscles and his cock.. wow hard, proud, brown-ish and leaking with precum.

- "Lemme lead", tonight is about you, you only ", he whispered lightly in your ears. You shivered, hard. He let you heading on the mattress.

- "Please, lift your hips", he said as he placed a pillow for a better leverage.

He ran a finger all the way down before entering his 2 digits. He was no the first man you had sex with. But boy, he was good. He covered you and praised sweet nothing into your ears. When your orgasm started to building up. He removed his finger, cutting you off a moan.

- "Ssshhh baby, it's going to be okay.", he lifted his hips and slowly penetrated you.

- "S-so big aaahh~" and he bottomed out. "For suck sake you're tight!", His length was big enough for you, you felt absolutely everything, his pulses, his tips kissing your cervix. " I'll start to move sweetheart", and moving he did.

His pace was slow, deep but firm. He encaged you between his arms.

Blank, everything is blank, sounds, odors only remains the slapping sounds skin under skin and the heat increasing at each second.

- "hhha hahahaha~ you so big. f-fuck", you were a mumbling mess.

- "You're so soft, so kind, offering me your sweet little pussy... but", he gripped your hips and sending you head down, ass up. "Baby, you did so good to mount you, making you mine and no one else."

His pace became barely impossible to follow. You found yourself trying to absorb his cock. He grunted and suddenly shot his load. Hot, long and copious spurs filled up your cunt.

You collapsed from exhaustion.

- "Tsk tsk tsk baby, get up, I'm not done with you yet. I came yes, but you no. So, be prepared for one of the longest night of your life".

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ladyfly · 1 year

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Coochie In A Can

Trust me. This is good. Smut.

As soon as you had entered the Daycare on your day off Sun and Moon had ushered you up to the tower. They had laid you in the softest blankets. They provided you with food and water. As soon as you finish eating and drinking they are on you. Groping you everywhere they can reach and kissing every inch of flesh. You notice something as the day goes on. Both bots seem to be collecting the juices from your cunt.

They bring you to orgasm after orgasm. They appear to be on a mission of some sort. Moon rubs your puffy clit in tight circles with his vibrating fingers. Sun sits between your legs collecting your juice. You want to ask about it but every time you try they share a look.

Sun stuffs your needy cunt with one of his fingers "Let us take care of you sunshine." You smile at him and open your mouth to say something.

Moon huffs and shoves his fingers in your mouth "If you think you can talk we aren't doing a good enough job."

Sun adds two more fingers "Get her clit Moon. Wanna have her squirt."

Moon nods and covers your clit with two fingers. He gives a chuckle as his fingers vibrate violently "Great idea. Be ready to catch it."

Sun nods turning to pick something up. Again you want to ask about it but it's quickly squashed as you squirt cumming hard on Sun's fingers.

Moon excitedly asks "Do we have enough?"

Sun hums "Considering this is... what the ninth time our starling has cum. Not to mention all the slick we have." He hums in thought. "If we add water we should be fine."

Moon drums his fingers on your lower abdomen "Should? Better get at least one more then."

Sun giggles "On boy! This is so much fun! I can't wait for tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow?" You manage out between breaths.

Sun turns his attention to you and offers you a bottle of water "Oh you don't need to worry about that sunshine. That's for Moon and I! You just rest for now. We want to get you to cum one more time."

Moon rubs your cheek "Can you be a good girl and do that for us pretty thing?"

Sun practically slams his fingers into you rocking you up and down on Moon's fingers. The combined effort throws you over the edge one final time and you cum with a roar. Your vision crackles with fireworks before you pass out.

The next day you wake up refreshed. Sometime during the night either Sun or Moon had bathed you. After breakfast you got ready for your shift. Mysteriously you didn't see Sun or Moon all morning. It wasn't until half an hour before the Daycare opened that they appeared.

Everything was normal until lunchtime. You saw Sun sharing a can of something with Moon. Whatever it was they seemed to enjoy it greatly.

You approached them and smiled "What are you drinking?"

Sun glanced at Moon and Moon nodded. Sun beamed at you before glancing around. The kids were distracted with pizza.

Sun leaned in and whispered "Coochie in a can."

You blinked "What?"

Moon nodded "Yep. Coochie in a can."

You squinted at them "And what is that?"

Sun shook his head "It's exactly what it sounds like."

Moon points to you then the can "It's YOUR coochie in a CAN."

You pause as your brain catches up with you "Wait... WHAT?!"

All day yesterday they had collected your juices. They mixed it with water and put it in a can. Now they are just casually drinking a can of your pussy juice in the middle of the daycare like it's ambrosia from the gods. Your face flushes scarlet.

#sundrop x reader #moondrop x reader #smut

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an-evergreen-rose · 2 years

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When Worlds Collide Part 2

PART ONE | PART THREE

Kate Bishop x Female Spiderwoman reader (basically has Miles powers; invisibility, electric webs)

Summary: You find yourself in Kate's apartment

Warnings: like one swear word if that even counts idk

A/N: Guys, keep giving me praise. I LOVE IT.

“So, the bedroom is just through there,” Kate said, pointing to the door down the hall “And feel free to take a shower, the bathroom is the one on the right… I can kinda smell the bin juice from here.”

“Ouch, Kate. You are ruthless,” You replied, hand grasping over your heart at her words. But all jokes aside, you did stink, so you happily took up the offer.

Once you finally figured out how the shower actually worked, glad to know that it wasn’t just your universe with the shower dilemma, you let the warm water wash away all remains of the dreaded bins, applying a generous amount of Kate's body wash, pleasantly surprised by the smell. After cleaning your hair and rinsing off all the soap, you reached for the towel on the rack, humming in contempt at how warm it was. Midway through drying yourself, you realised that you had no other clothes with you apart from your suit. Now it would be pretty stupid to wash and then get back into the bin juice-soaked suit straight after.

Wrapping the towel around yourself, your shoulder-length hair dripping slightly on the floor, you exited the bathroom, finding the raven-haired girl sitting in front of the tv with lucky resting on her lap.

“Hey, Robin Hood, do you think maybe I could borrow some clothes?”

Kate was startled, to say the least. First, she didn't even hear you leave the bathroom, and next thing she knows, you stood leaning against the wall in nothing but a towel. Fucking hell, Kate, get it together.

“Uh, sure, yeah. You can take some out of my drawers in the bedroom.”

“Thank you, Kate,” You replied, amused by her pink cheeks. “Could I also use your washing machine? My suit kinda smells.”

Kate nodded, getting up off the couch. “Yep.” She said quickly, taking you to the small laundry room allowing you to shove your clothes in with hers. Now you would definitely smell like her.

With a small smile of appreciation, you headed into the archer's bedroom in search of some clothes to wear. Your cheeks heated up when you realised you would have to borrow some of the girl's underwear too, as yours were getting washed along with your suit.

Luckily, you guys were around the same size, the only difference was that Kate was a couple of inches taller, so finding clothes that fitted was easy enough, besides the fact that you looked a little drowned in the longer garments. You took an educated guess into thinking that Kate's favourite colour was purple, after seeing her in her purple suit and now her drawers filled with other purple items of clothing. You settled on some purple sweats and a light grey hoodie, quickly putting on some socks before you left the room in search of the raven-haired girl again.

When you left the room you jumped a little seeing her standing right outside the door, her arm raised as if she was about to knock. She looked at you with wide eyes as she took in what you were wearing. All her clothes. Of course, Kate knew you were going to borrow some, she just didn't realise how much she would enjoy seeing you in them.

“Sorry,” Kate rushed out, embarrassed at how she had to snap out of her little trance. “I was just about to head into the shower but then I realised that I didn’t have any clothes to wear because they’re all in here… where you are. I was about to knock but… you opened the door before-”

You decided to cut Kate off on her obvious nervous ramble, “No worries, sorry to keep you waiting,” you smiled, stepping out of the doorway, letting Kate into the room.

“I, um, I ordered some pizza for us,” Kate said in a small voice, still a little embarrassed from her tangent. “There’s some money on the bench for when it comes, just in case I’m still in the shower.”

You thanked her with a smile as you walked towards her couch, taking her spot next to lucky as she grabbed some clothes from her room.

She wouldn’t tell you that you grabbed her favourite sweats, mostly because she loved the way you looked in them. She definitely wasn’t expecting to feel this kind of way about you, but she couldn’t deny that you were good-looking. From when she saw you in your suit, the way it hugged your curves, and when you took off your mask, your hair a little messy and your face a little flushed from walking in the cold streets of New York only moments before. And god, when you walked out in that towel, and you looked so vulnerable… so much skin showing, all for Kate.

Kate's shower was a little colder than usual, given the circumstance of you being on her mind. She knew it was wrong to think like this, having only known you for about an hour, but Kate was known for being a little unexpected. And falling for a girl who literally fell out of the sky is not out of the question for the archer. She grew up getting whatever she wanted. And she was beginning to think she wants you.

But that's getting a little ahead of ourselves.

She heard the front door open, and a small conversation between you and the pizza delivery person was muffled by the bathroom door. Deciding she had spent enough time in the water, she turned it off, drying and dressing before leaving the bathroom, finding you sat on the floor, crossed-legged, your back resting on the couch with a comically large slice of pizza in your hands.

Kate smiled when she saw you again in her clothes, sitting in the chair next to the sofa you rested on, “How’s the pizza?”

“Delicious,” you replied, mouth full of pizza making Kate scrunch her nose with a laugh.

“Glad to hear it, Y/n,” Kate replied, reaching over to grab herself a slice.

After the pizza and some small conversation regarding the shitty movie that was playing on the tv, Kate let you sleep in her bed for the night, insisting she was more than happy to have the couch. You protested of course, but you found out just how stubborn the raven-haired girl was as you ended up wrapped up in her soft sheets, basically falling to sleep straight away considering the day you’ve had. Once again, being consumed in more of Kate's scent. First, her body washes and shampoos, then her clothes, and now her bed. You were starting to think it was your new favourite smell.

I basically just tagged everyone who commented on part 1, let me know if you wanna be tagged

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rj-drive-in · 3 months

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Surcease of Sorrow Department:

There may be new solutions to old problems.

Before my Raven came, I thought that Poe wrote fiction. After it came, I thought I was all alone in the world.

It was bad enough in the weeks and months after Siobhan left and my existence had become such a silent vacuum of despair that I had to sometimes force myself to breathe. Somehow I managed to rent a small apartment after the house went up for sale, but I couldn’t muster the energy to furnish it. Thank god it came with a refrigerator. But there I sat and slept and brooded, on the bare floor, kept company only by the three cardboard boxes of my belongings. All of our friends had apparently been her friends only. No one ever came to offer me comfort or sympathy, or even a tuna casserole. I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of abandonment that was the sum total of my life in those dark days.

What could be worse than that?

The answer to that question came in the middle of the night, in the late autumn after the divorce, as I sat against the wall, replaying conversations in my head for the millionth time. There was a lamp on the floor to my left and an empty pizza box on the floor to my right. The shadows cast by the yellow oval of light from the lamp were like looming gargoyles in an old silent movie. The sliding glass doors of the balcony on the other side of the room were like a gray mirror in which I could see my motionless body propped up like a hobo in the park. When I think of what I was like back then, it scares the hell out of me.

Then something hit the outside of the sliders, making me jump, probably the first time I had moved in hours. I squinted, but I couldn’t see anything beyond my own colorless reflection. Now that I was paying attention, I could hear the wind outside, shifting the trees out back and blowing the dead leaves around. Something had blown against the glass, that was all. An empty pack of cigarettes or juice box.

I settled back with a sigh.

And then it happened again. It almost sounded like somebody was knocking on the glass. A feeling of fear welled up inside my chest and it was almost euphoric in its intensity. It had been so long since I had felt anything, I don’t think I could differentiate between dismay and joy, happiness and sadness, pleasure and pain. Or maybe I welcomed the threat. Maybe I hoped to end up as a story on the morning news, a shocking topic of conversation around the water cooler. That could my way out. That would show her.

Slowly, I stood up and carefully stretched the hours of stiffness out of my arms and legs. If I had been smart, I would have turned off the lamp so that I could have seen through the glass doors. But if I had been smart, I wouldn’t have been sitting alone in a bleak room without a wife or a future. For certain, if I had an ounce of brains in my skull, I would not have walked across that bleak room and slid the balcony door open wide.

But that’s exactly what I did.

Instantly, as the door opened, there was something large and black slapping at my face and I threw up my arms and fell backward onto the floor. A pitiful sob of horror swelled from deep in the pit of my stomach and before I had even hit the boards I had changed my mind about becoming a sad story on the news. I wanted this to not be happening. I curled up into a ball and prepared to beg for my life like the coward I was.

It wasn’t necessary. Whatever had hit me blew on past me and into the room. I heard it hit one of the cardboard boxes that I had never bothered to unpack. My knees and elbows were like jelly, but the animal instinct for self preservation grabbed me and spun me around in a crouch to see what it the hell it was. After weeks of not functioning at all, my mind was going a mile a minute. Maybe somebody’s black satin sheet had blown off their clothesline. Maybe there had been a blanket or a curtain out there on the railing that I had never noticed in my stupor. Maybe a dead branch, still festooned with brittle leaves, had chosen that moment to break off and fly across the yard through my balcony door.

But there it was, right on top of the cardboard box. I stared at it. It took me a minute to fully register what I was seeing. It was a crow, black as night and big as a breadbox, staring right back at me.

I rose slowly and shakily to my feet like an old man. “No way,” I said. “I can’t deal with this shit right now. Please just fly the hell back out of here.”

Then its beak opened and the goddamn thing said, “Nevermore.”

*****

It wasn’t a crow, of course. It was a Raven. Just like in that old poem by Edgar Allan Poe that we all loved when we were kids. The first time I ever heard it was on some Halloween TV special, recited by Vincent Price. Then my mother gave me a book of Poe’s collected works for my birthday. I memorized it for a talent show when I was in junior high school. It even turned up in a Bugs Bunny cartoon.

And now it was perched on a cardboard box in my living room.

It wouldn’t move no matter how hard I tried to shoo it back out into the darkness, so we ended up sitting and staring at each other all night. It was cold, but there was no way I was going to close that sliding door and cut off the bird’s one exit. In fact, I opened it as far as it would go, to give the thing all the encouragement and room I could.

The next morning, I went downstairs to get some help from my landlord. The apartment I was renting was the converted attic of a three-story house dating back to the 1890s when this area was well to do. The landlord, a middle-aged guy named George Damopoulos, lived on the first floor with his wife. I have no idea who lived on the second floor. I sat on the stairs till I smelled coffee coming from the first floor and then tiptoed down and knocked quietly on his door.

“A crow?” he asked. “No kidding?”

“Or a blackbird,” I shrugged. “Or a raven maybe.”

He grabbed his bathrobe and trudged up the stairs and into my apartment, me following close behind him. There were my three shipping cartons, my lamp, and the empty pizza box, and the open balcony door. But no Raven.

“No bird here, kid,” said Damopoulos with a chuckle. “Guess he flew the coop.” He gave me a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Maybe he’s one of them early birds and he went out for a worm, huh?”

“As long as he’s gone,” I said.

“You really should buy some furniture, kid,” he said as he left. “Time to get a life. I know about the divorce and all, but really.”

“I just need some time,” I said, closing the door.

The Raven swooped back in before I made it halfway to the balcony.

That’s how it went. Nobody saw the Raven but me. I contrived a couple of dozen ways to get people into my apartment so that somebody would see him, just to prove to myself that I hadn’t completely lost my mind. I ordered pizza delivery and Chinese food. I used Peapod for my groceries. I even bought a new refrigerator and a chair, just for the sake of getting some delivery men in there. But whenever anybody else was in the room, the Raven would disappear. And I mean disappear. I quickly found out that it didn’t matter whether the balcony door was open or not, which really scared the hell out of me.

And it was incessant with “Nevermore.”

Whenever I even thought about Siobhan, it would squawk, “Nevermore.” And it wasn’t just that. It would react to any depressing thought, and I had a lot of them. How my friends had abandoned me, how the firm let me go when I said I wasn’t ready to come back from personal leave, how my parents were both dead, how I had nobody in the whole wide world to turn to. “Nevermore.”

The thing was a vampire of self pity.

But the worst part was that I knew it had to be a figment of my imagination. Several times I tried to take a picture of it with my phone, but it wouldn’t photograph-- it wasn’t that I got a picture minus the Raven, I just didn’t get a picture. Before all this happened, I had worked as a family law attorney and I had seen more than my share of mental illness, but I had never heard of a case of Edgar Allan Poe Raven Syndrome. How could I get help for a diagnosis that didn’t exist? As a human being and as a mental case, I was truly all alone in the world.

*****

One of those cardboard shipping boxes contained my computer, which had gone unused in the months since I had moved in. I unpacked it and set it up on a small table that I bought at a used furniture store and began to Google desperately all through the day and night. Just as I thought: There was no information on cases of mental patients who hallucinated Poe’s Raven. There was plenty of information on Poe himself, of course, and his battles with depression and bipolar disorder and substance abuse, but no evidence that he had actually seen the Raven that he wrote about.

Where did you get your ideas, Mister Poe?

Like anybody who badly needed mental health care, the last thing I wanted to do was seek out mental health care. I was on the verge of breaking down and doing it when I finally found something. It must have been an old archived reference in Google’s database or whatever, because I got a 404 Page Not Found error when I clicked on the link, but the fragment that was visible on the search results page was the first thing that had given me hope.

It was a reference to a forum called The Plutonian Shore and the title of the link was “Anybody Else Out There Got A Raven?”

*****

I’m no expert on the Internet and I have only a vague idea of what the Dark Web or Deep Web is, but I know that there’s a lot of competition for attention. There’s thousands of petabytes of data out there with more being generated by the minute and if your site isn’t properly indexed it will sink under the radar like a lead balloon. Especially if it’s on a private server, and pretty much anybody can set up one of those these days. Still, if it’s out there, it can be found; all it takes is time and perseverance and YouTube self-help videos.

And, finally, after days of searching, I did find it. The forum’s web address was a series of sixteen apparently random characters, not something nice and easy like PlutonianShore.com, so it was clear that they weren’t seeking attention. But they weren’t completely dark. They were there to be found for someone who looked hard enough.

At first glance, it was a perfectly standard forum. The color scheme was gray and twilight blue, and the logo incorporated a stylized raven in the design. It was organized in the standard fashion, with sections for the discussion of movies, books, politics, sports, and science, among other sub-topics. But down at the very bottom of the main index page was a section called simply “Raven Research.” The threads inside were accessible only to board members, but the sub-heading said “Studying The Personal Raven Phenomenon.”

Suddenly I felt just like the guy who discovered King Tut’s tomb or the DNA double helix or the first exoplanet. This was a forum for people who had Ravens just like me. They were just like me!

*****

Registration was open, proving that they were keeping a low profile but not completely off the grid. It took me a few minutes to come up with a valid username, since all of the obvious Poe-related ones were taken– for example, a guy named Nevermore was the site administrator– and I finally settled on Mr Scream, because that really suited my state of mind. I used a cropped graphic of the Munch painting for my avatar. I submitted my registration profile, entered the CAPTCHA code, and got a message saying that my request would be reviewed by an administrator.

Then I waited.

I don’t know what I expected– that an administrator would be just sitting there, waiting to approve new members immediately? But it wasn’t long before I began to feel anxious. Maybe they wouldn’t let me in. Maybe it was one of those deals where you had to be invited by an existing member and they wouldn’t approve anyone who wasn’t on their list.

Behind my back, the Raven said, “Nevermore.”

Maybe they had procedures for vetting applicants. Maybe they had ways of checking my Facebook and LinkedIn profiles, and would reject me based on that.

“Nevermore.”

Maybe Siobhan was posting about me somewhere out there on the Internet and I didn’t even know about it. Maybe she was telling everyone what a bad husband I had been, how I never wanted to take a vacation, how I avoided socializing with her brothers, how I bought her the same Christmas present two years in a row.

“Nevermore.”

Maybe Siobhan was already a member of the forum.

“Nevermore.”

Okay, now I was just getting paranoid. I stood up and stepped away from the computer, taking a deep breath. This Nevermore guy was a real person out there somewhere. He probably had a day job, very likely a wife and family, some friends, some kind of life. He could be in a different time zone. He might not even check the registrations every day. Maybe he only did his administrator duties on the weekend.

The site was probably just a big joke, anyway.

“Nevermore.”

Please, stop, I thought. My head was aching and I realized that the heels of my hands were pressed against my temples like a vise. Please let me in. Please help me.

“Nevermore.”

Shutting down the computer, I crawled under the blanket I used for a bed and turned off the lamp.

*****

The next morning when I got up, I had no emails. Nor were there any after I made a cup of instant coffee or after I took a shower. Suddenly, I had a terrible thought: They had received my registration request, realized that they had been found, and changed the address of the site so that I could never find them again. In a panic, I brought up Firefox and clicked on the link I had bookmarked.

It was there, just as it had been yesterday. I breathed a sigh of relief.

The Raven said, “Nevermore.”

For the first time, I noticed an email link at the bottom the forum’s main index page. If you need to contact the administrator, it said. I could send them an email, check on the status of my application, make sure that it had been received and was complete.

But I stopped myself. I didn’t want to appear desperate. I didn’t want to seem crazy.

“Nevermore.”

*****

Finally, on the third day, an email from the site’s autoadmin address appeared in my inbox and confirmed my membership. The email welcomed me to the community and directed me to a thread in the social sub-forum where I could introduce myself and meet the other members. It outlined the structure of the board and gave me some tips on where to find certain topics and how to start my own.

My hands trembled as I brought up the Plutonian Shore main page and entered my login information. The page refreshed and there was my avatar and username at the top of the index-- Welcome, Mr Scream-- next to newly visible links to my account control panel and the member directory.

Now that I was logged in, the “Raven Research” sub-forum name had expanded to “This Ungainly Fowl– Raven Research.” I wanted to go straight there and immerse myself in whatever knowledge they had accumulated, but I didn’t want to be rude. The social sub-forum, which was called “Bird And Bust And Door– Sit Down And Relax,” was at the top of the menu, so I clicked there first to follow the instructions in the email. When I entered the “Welcome, New Members” thread, there was an announcement of my arrival, and already there were three welcoming posts from members called Monty Ado, Messier One, and Usherette. I answered each individually. Over the next few days, these greetings would expand to over thirty. Everybody was very nice. Maybe they really could help me.

*****

With my social obligations met, I dove head first into the research forum and didn’t come up for air until the sun was rising and I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I was like a kid let loose in a candy store, excited and greedy and insatiable. There were dozens of threads, some currently active, some dormant for years, covering topics that ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous.

Theories about the origin and purpose of the Ravens ran the gamut from Christian theology-- they are manifestations of the Holy Spirit-- to Norse mythology-- they are the myriad offspring of Odin’s Huginn and Muninn-- to the Heinleinian World-as-Myth notion that a critical mass of Poe devotees actually made real the Ravens.

Of course, this was in contradiction to one of the most popular ideas, that Poe actually had a Raven of his own and his poem was no work of fiction.

There were many threads purporting to find evidence of Ravens throughout history, even in the ruins of ancient civilizations. Some, in the vein of von Daniken, included enhanced scans or tracings of hieroglyphs and bas reliefs from archaeological sites in Greece and Egypt and South America, among others. There were those who believed that the oral traditions of American Indian tribes included plentiful references to Raven hauntings. Others found a multitude of veiled or cryptic references to Ravens in more modern literature, from the Victorian Era to the Boomer years, in the works of everyone from Hemingway to Kerouac.

In a similar, but more sensationalistic vein, there was much speculation about which popular celebrities were in the closet about their Ravens, and which celebrity deaths were the result of Raven hauntings.

And I came across one odd thread, dated a couple of years before, from a newbie poster named Alcatraz, who claimed to be haunted by a pigeon rather than a Raven, and that his bird said “Kiss my ass” rather than “Nevermore.” It started off amiably enough, with the regular posters joining in on the gag, but it soon became evident that Alcatraz was a troll. When he didn’t get the reaction that he wanted, he became increasingly nasty. Eventually he was banned from the forum and the thread was locked.

Following this night-long binge, I was exhausted and my head felt full of mud, and I fell into a deep sleep, troubled by dreams of murmuring voices and sepia imagery. But when I finally awoke in the late afternoon-- my Raven staring at me, as usual-- I actually felt refreshed and ready to tackle the research forum again. After some coffee and a Hungry Man microwave dinner, I logged back in and began a more measured review of the threads.

*****

Over the course of the next few days, I studied the research sub-forum in detail, taking notes and using a feature of the board software to create a list of especially interesting topics (and, I admit, a few especially humorous ones). Each topic, of course, had replies and responses, not a few rebuttals, and sometimes very long discussions. But I still had occasional questions, and I posted them. The other members of Plutonian Shore were very generous in their responses, always quick to help a fellow Ravenite (as they called themselves), and never shy about voicing their opinions.

This was how I first met the Bird Sisters.

Everybody referred to them collectively as the Bird Sisters, but their real usernames were Bird One and Bird Two. They were a pair of elderly twins who lived alone together somewhere in Oregon and had been members of Plutonian Shore since its inception. They were very close and were always online together. It was very rare not to see their posts come in pairs. Any time I asked a question, no matter how trivial, they would always answer, even if it was to tell me they didn’t know, or to tease me about asking something silly. Other members would answer my questions, too, of course, lots of them, when they had something to say, but the Bird Sisters were online every day and they answered every single question I had. They were the unofficial and beloved hostesses of Plutonian Shore.

And, as I soon discovered, they were very active in the Bird And Bust And Door social section of the forum.

One day I logged in to find a flashing envelope icon next to my name at the top of the main index page. I clicked on it, remembering reading something about the board having an internal email system, and found that I had received my first private message, and it had come from Bird One.

It said, “You’ve neglected to post in the Tell Us Your Raven Story thread, my boy.” There was a winking smiley at the end of the sentence.

If Bird One said I was supposed to do something, I would attend to it immediately, for the sake of the affection that I had developed for the old lady. I went straight to Bird And Bust And Door and found the thread that she was talking about, pinned at the very top of the page. It was a very long thread, in which every new member had told their personal story of how they had gotten their Raven.

Now I was expected to do the same.

Reading through that thread took hours, and it was a grim and depressing task. No two ways about it, Ravens came in the wake of tragedy.

Most of the time, it was the death of someone close. Our administrator, Nevermore, who had created the board, had been serving in Afghanistan, talking to his commanding officer, when a bullet went through the man’s head. A member named Husky Hound had a newborn infant that seemed to be in perfect health, but developed a fever and had to be taken to the emergency room, where he died for no reason that anybody could ever pinpoint. Baker Mom had a teenage daughter who was in a car accident and bled out in the air ambulance two minutes before it landed. Weeping Guitar’s husband suffered a long and painful death from prostate cancer, living six terrible months longer than predicted. The Bird Sisters had an older brother who had burned to death in a fire more than forty years ago.

Estrangements were common, as well. There was no shortage of members who had suffered through nasty divorces, which was something I could certainly relate to. Many of our members were parents who were out of touch with their kids because of politics or religion or lifestyle choices. Jennifer Juniper’s daughter was part of a millennial UFO cult. Sunflower’s kid had joined an anti-government militia. Cat Lover’s daughter had literally run off to join the circus. Sometimes it worked the other way around, too. Borealis had lost touch with his dad when the old man flew to the Middle East to join al-Qaeda.

Then there were the attempted suicides. Only two board members fell into that category. Zero Sum had not gotten a Raven when her husband died, nor when her daughter disowned her for remarrying to a Black man, nor when her second husband divorced her. But then she sat down in the shower and slit her wrists. When she got home from the hospital a week later, there was a Raven in the bathroom.

The other attempted suicide had gone ominously silent five years earlier.

I really didn’t want to tell my story, but how could I not? So I opened a reply box and began to type, figuring I could get away with a brief, sarcastic summary. After all, it was a story as old as time, right? But in the end it all just flowed out of my fingers, the whole thing, in painful detail: How Siobhan and I had met at a Fourth of July cookout, lived together while I went to law school, got married when I graduated, bought a house when I got a job, and got divorced when I let the job take over my life. How I was great at working toward goals, but not so great at knowing what to do when I got there.

As usual, the Bird Sisters were the first to respond, offering words of understanding and comfort and advice. Other members posted their support, too. Most of them, in fact, if not all of them. To be honest, it felt good to finally get things off my chest. I had been keeping a lot bottled up inside me all those months.

*****

After that, I became much more aware of how active the other sections of the board were. Aside from the social sub-forum, there were sub-forums on Entertainment, Sports, Politics, Science, Philosophy, and Creativity. Despite everything that these people had gone through in their personal lives, there were endless lively discussions about the latest movies and TV shows, contemporary music, elections and ideology, new discoveries in space, and current social trends. Many members delighted in posting their poetry and short stories and art and photography. There were even games where members had to answer trivia questions or figure out puzzles, or even create captions for specific photographs (usually of celebrities and other public figures). I had hunted down and joined Plutonian Shore for the Raven Research section, but that turned out to be the least active section of the board.

One rainy spring afternoon when I got home from yet another botched job interview, I logged in as I did every day and went straight to Bird and Bust and Door. This was where most members checked in on arrival and I had gotten in the habit of doing the same, just to say hello and to see what everyone was up to.

That day brought some bad news, however. Bird Two posted that Bird One had had a severe asthma attack and had been taken to the hospital by ambulance. She was going to be kept overnight for observation and hopefully released the next day. I added my sympathy and well wishes to all the responses already there and, sure enough, by the next afternoon Bird One was resting comfortably at home.

Unfortunately, she continued to have trouble breathing and was back in the hospital two days later. This time she was diagnosed with pneumonia. I learned that, in spite of being twins, Bird One and Bird Two were very different. Bird One was overweight and suffered from a number of allergies, while Bird Two was lean and athletic and apparently immune to just about everything (including, she strongly hinted with a sly wink, venereal diseases). But this had all happened before and Bird One was expected to be fine after two or three days of bed rest and antibiotic therapy.

The next morning, I checked in over coffee, anxious to confirm that Bird One was feeling better and to send along my daily greetings. But her sister had posted just a few minutes before I got there. She said that Bird One had responded well to the antibiotic infusion at first, but then had taken a sudden turn for the worse, and had died shortly after midnight. She said that Bird One had died.

It was shocking, and I was deeply affected. I had to read the post ten times before I was ready to believe it. That nice old lady who had been so helpful and kind to me was dead for no good goddamn reason. Part of me was overwhelmed with grief, while part of me was amazed that I was so affected by the death of someone I had never met face to face. Yet there I was with my forehead resting on my keyboard, crying.

It was the first time in forever that I had cried for someone besides myself.

*****

Needless to say, everyone at Plutonian Shore rallied in support of Bird Two. It was impossible for any of us to attend the funeral, of course, so we held one online in the social forum. We all expressed our condolences and our respects and shared our favorite stories about Bird One-- all the times that she had said something or done something that seemed so simple, yet had such a big impact on our lives. It must have been repeated a million times how much we would miss her.

Bird Two was now all alone in the world and we were all determined to be there for her like she had always been there for us. We got her telephone number and took turns calling her, so that she wouldn’t feel so isolated. Several people who had been through a death in the family before helped her with the arrangements and all of the endless details that had to be dealt with afterwards. A couple of us figured out where her nearest supermarket was and made sure that she always had groceries delivered when she needed them. Someone had the bright idea to set up a GoFundMe page to help her with expenses. Without Bird One’s social security check, her income was essentially cut in half and she was going to have a hard time making ends meet. Eventually she was going to need to move to a smaller place.

It was a bad time, a very bad time. But we managed to get through it.

*****

And that’s pretty much how it’s been in our little community. Things got better, then things got worse, then things got better again-- just like real life. A couple of members from Wisconsin, Nathanial and Kathryn-- some people actually used their real names on the board, which had never even occurred to me when I signed up-- had grown pretty fond of each other and decided to meet up in person. Soon after that they were married, and soon after that they had a kid. Their Ravens now perch side by side. 13th Apostle was officially ordained, but he still posts every damned day. Yaz’s short film about Cthulhu on Jupiter won a Rondo award.

The bad? Samhain was diagnosed with breast cancer. She had to have a double mastectomy and reconstruction, and months and months of painful chemo. It was a miserable stretch, but she made a full recovery and is now having a second childhood to make up for lost time. And poor Greensleeves had a stroke and spent most of a year in the hospital and a very bad nursing home. But she’s home again now and doing well, although she still can’t drive. No more members have died, thank god, but several have lost their parents. We’re all getting older.

Yeah, we’re all getting older. Sometimes I think about how long I’ve been at Plutonian Shore and I just can’t believe it.

Personally, things have improved for me a lot. I got a nice job at a small family law practice in Braintree, which earned me a lot of pats on the back from everybody on the board. I moved to a bigger apartment closer to work, and the Raven followed, still chiming in with the occasional “Nevermore” when my thoughts turn dark. I decided to buy it a perch, which everybody thought was hilarious. A couple of them followed my lead.

One time around Christmas, I ran into Siobhan down at the plaza. We talked for a minute, asked how each other was doing, but we really had nothing to say. I felt like I was talking to somebody from another life and it didn’t hurt me at all.

In the meanwhile, research into the whys and wherefores of the Raven hauntings has continued without interruption. Some new members have joined, each with a new theory that is just as crazy as the old ones: Ravens are the manifestations of Dark Matter. The world is really a massive computer simulation and the Ravens are some programmer’s idea of a joke. Oh, and the veiled references to Ravens in the media keep piling up: The Maltese Falcon was no falcon-- it was Dashiell Hammett’s way of telling the world about his Raven. And does Uncle Billy have a Raven in It’s A Wonderful Life, or what? The celebrity gossip is endless and hilarious. There is an ongoing twenty-page discussion about whether presidents get their Ravens when they leave office or when they’re sworn in.

But the truth of the matter is that after all this time, and all the theorizing, and all the research, we are not one inch closer to solving the mystery of the Ravens. Funny thing about that, it just doesn’t seem to matter so much anymore.

#short story #short fiction #fantasy #horror #edgar allan poe #the raven #rjdiogenes #rick hutchins

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Arcana Twilight as Dietary restrictions:

Alpheratz: Refuses to eat pizza. And anything crunchy in general. Not really an official restrictions, but shh.

Arcturus: Vegetarian. He probably was vegan for a while too, but never called himself one. Would kill for sheep-milk.

Pollux: Imagine god(s) hating you so much, they gave you the superpower of having bad luck. Dude has allergies like a chinchilla has fur. Only stops at the severe allergies, though. Despite lactose intolerance, he will raid the fridge at bedtome and drink that sweet milk. If you see him snacking on nuts, he will just say they are good for the brain. (Is oblivious to the fact that marzipane is made of almond).

Sirius: He went on a diet where he only ate meat. And only drank water. His diet came to a slow stop when Arcturus invited him to eat together every now and then. According to Sirius, Arcturus makes the best steaks.

Spica: Gluten intolerance. It is rare for him to crave bread or sandwiches, but when he does, he only buys a single product that he trusts. He can be in the aisle, stocked only with gluten free bread, but he only every buys that single varient. And if it isn't available in the times of his cravings, he acts like it is no big deal, while being disappointed at the entire universe.

Vega: Give him coffee or give him life. He does not do well with anything that is supposed to offer energy. Whether that is coffee or energy drinks or even just juice.

#arcturus and sirius would be an amazing dynamic #sirius is the moon #and arcturus the sun #and both of them are significant #my excuse for making this post is that im slightly drunk #and everyone at the party had weird food restrictions #arcana twilight #pollux #sirius #vega #arcturus #alpheratz #otome game #spica

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crawlingbetweenearthandheaven · 2 months

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I really liked your kendall headcanon posts. do you have any more PLS

hey! thanks!

hmm. maybe this is because I've been thinking about food a lot but I think after gojo he learns to cook. like, goes on the most expensive cookery courses in the world, buys the most expensive equipment, builds a pizza oven, gets obsessive about dough hydration, makes bread. fixates on finding the most perfect fruit and has it shipped and sits there and studies it. tries to do a Bourdain and travels around and starts a blog but struggles with seeming authentic to "normal" people.

gets really into grains which are uncommon in the west. starts growing heirloom tomatoes. accidentally introduces an invasive species to the usa. does not eat much of the food he cooks. offends Stewy by offering him cooking tips for Persian food. starts cooking in "themes" and spends a month cooking duck and a month cooking paneer.. learns about combining pulses but fails to do it and still takes endless supplements and drinks green juice and bulletproof coffee.

bores everyone he speaks to by talking endlessly about fermented food. starts a fermentation station in his kitchen but at first everything just goes mouldy. eats it anyway and manages to not die of food poisoning but has profound realisation about food insecurity and invests in pioneering food technology. fungi and insect flour and packaging you can eat. doesn't care much about it though and still flies across the world to look at low-carbon cricket flour. semi-cancelled for describing eating locusts as "foul" at one point.

tries to teach iverson and sophie to cook but they're already better than him. he tries to make laminated pastry with them as a life lesson about patience (they are too old for this, and they know he's always hurtled himself at things even as he tries to make a plan) and has a temper tantrum when it's difficult. becomes obsessed with minerals in water and buys a welsh mountain and its streams but turns out they're all just full of sheep piss. makes his own apple cider vinegar and gets a fruit fly infestation. is surprisingly good at making macaroons.

#kendall roy #kendall roy headcanons #succession headcanons #succession #ask #anon #food #mould #rot

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daisiesonafield-blog · 10 months

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Info for Faith In The Future World Tour SEATTLE, WA - JUN 24 2023

With special guests THE SNUTS & ANDREW CUSHIN!

Important Times:

6:00 AM – Parking Opens

7:00 PM - Doors Open

8:00 PM - Andrew Cushin

9:00 PM - The Snuts

10:00 PM - Louis Tomlinson

Times are all approximate and subject to change.

General admission (pit tickets):

The ENTIRE VENUE IS GA. All areas are first come first serve. Any seating is on a first come first serve basis.

No overnight camping is allowed.

Fan arrival is allowed starting at 8am day of show.

We do not permit lining up earlier than 8am.

We do not encourage fans to lineup at any offsite locations, as we can't honor the line positions when arrival starts at 8am.

Overnight camping is not permitted on WAMU Theater property. Guests will be escorted off of the property.

No wristbands will be given out (x)

Check the venue’s socials and website for updates!

⚠️ HYDRATION ADVISORY ⚠️

Hydrate before the show, while waiting in line and during the show

For optimal hydration drink something with electrolytes such as Gatorade or LiquidIV

Eat well!

Here are important things to know:

The venue is CASHLESS! Pay with cards only. Cash-to-card kiosks available on site.

Parking: Venue parking is sold out ($20). Other parking options available in the area.

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neovillain · 5 months

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soft and sullen expectation.

a jujutsu kaisen fanfic [SAMPLE /PREVIEW] characters: yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki, megumi fushiguro dynamics: ot3. nobara x megumi, yuji x megumi, yuji x nobara and all that great stuff ok. A retelling of the last couple of episodes of season 1 in Jujutsu Kaisen, after the battle and sister school events.

"I don't think he likes pepperoni." Nobara cautioned as she paid the cashier at the Pizza Parlor. The cashier gave a concerned but delegated look at the both of them before counting each yen with studious skepticism and walked away. Nobara rubbed her temple where her bandage was placed. "Yes, he does." Yuji chimed, taking the pizza and walking out with Nobara. "He just doesn't like when it's the only toppings, 's why I ordered everything" he grinned and Nobara rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, but if he complains…." "What are you even talking about?" Yuji smiles, he nudges Nobara with a friendly elbow, "he always complains." "Point taken."

The two of them make it back to Jujutsu High in no time. Nobara holding a bag of goodies and essentials that Megumi might want. Some juice, water, soda, candies, chips, dried fruit. She even got wet wipes and digestive pills-which where mostly for Megumi but Yuji would somehow get his grubby hands on them. Yuji pranced around proudly with the extra large pizza as they walked up the steps of the school and down the sunny courtyard to their living quarters.

It felt odd most of the time living in such a quaint yet involved place. Between the bushes and long side fields of grass and trees, Nobara could easily forget this was the same place that was enraptured by a cursed domain not long ago. The thought doesn't resonate when she see's one of the temples-destroyed and torn of its dignity. The two of them move around the broken framework that's found itself in the middle of the walking path. Broken wood and structures laid out in front of them and making their walk a little more tedious then it had to be. They came to one of the structures that were easier to climb then walk around. It was part of the shingled roof top of the old temple. Yuji takes a few leaps and he's already on top of the thing. Nobara puts her wrist through the handle of their bag of goodies and starts climbing. When she gets to the top Yuji offers his hand, and she takes it. Before, Nobara would scoff and refuse. Yuji always did things like that when they were first rewarded difficult missions or when they faced harsh terrain. This definitely did not happen when they had that mission in Ropongi. He called her a bitch in Ropongi. And how could she ever forget that.

Sometimes she wondered if it was some ploy to make her feel feeble or if it was just a way for Yuji to get under her skin. Now, somethings changed and Nobara wants nothing to do with asking her self the very questions she wants to ask Yuji. A small 'why'. A tedious why a nagging and anxiety driven, 'why?' Why does he always reach for her? Why does he always look back.

Yet afterwards, when he up and died on them and somehow resurrected-she didn't deny him anymore. Taking his hand every single time he offered it. Nobara placed her hand in his and felt a warm and sincere squeeze as she was pulled up. They slid down the broken structure together, flakes of wood and dust trailing their way.

When they got to Megumi's room, they were surprised to find him sleeping. Nobara put her finger up to her lips and looked at Yuji. He gave her a very stupid smile before shutting the door behind them.

Nobara placed the bag of goodies on a small table and immediately walked to Megumi's bedside. She placed a hand on his forehead as he slept quietly. He looked tired and exhausted. His breathing was deep and loud but thankfully steady. She grazed her thumb over his forehead, noticing how warm he was. Her thumb came back a little damp.

"Is he still asleep?" Yuji interrupted. Nobara grimaced, "why are you so loud?" She gritted through her teeth. And as if a spell had broken, Megumi opened his eyes and watched with silent exasperation as Yuji and Nobara argue at a level that was hardly admissible as soothing or calming or even just plain nice.

"What the hell are you guys arguing over?"

It took a whole minute for them to even notice he was awake. Yuji's face lit up. His big doey eyes meeting Megumi's with a softness Megumi hated. It made his chest hurt. And shit, he already hurt all over.

"We bought you pizza!" "I bought you pizza" Nobara corrected. "It has all your favorite toppings!" Yuji placed the box in Megumi's lap which Megumi looked up at Yuji as if he just laid a dead rat on his bed.

The heavy sweaty doughy scent of pizza filled the room now, cheese, vegetables, pepperoni and spicy sausage. Megumi opened the box immediately. He'd reprimand them later about throwing a greasy box of pizza on his bed. They did good. But he wasn't sure his stomach would be up for the challenge just yet. Honestly, they could of brought him a bowl of thick stale oatmeal and he'd be grateful. As Megumi pulled out his slice and chewed on it methodically, he watched Nobara and Yuji fizz out of their yelling match and stuff their faces into their food.

Megumi could appreciate the silence between eating and the vague jabs Nobara and Yuji gave each other. Yuji dropped a mushroom on his hoodie and Nobara snorted, "you're always so messy." And threw a napkin at him, but only rolled her eyes when Yuji made a show of picking up the mushroom and dropping it into his mouth.

"I'm surprised you two showed up." Megumi quietly interjected. "Shouldn't you two be resting as well?"

Nobara sighed getting another slice of pizza, "nah, I hadn't seen much action before that veil got pulled down. Just met some creepy curse user. He looked like he probably sticks up pencils up small animals asses."

"Kugisaki, I am eating for crying out loud." Yuji glared

"What? Not like I became best friends with a misogynistic meat head and got to fight a tough as fuck cursed spirit." There was a bite to her small smile,

Yuji pouted a bit, "you don't have to put it like that. I mean Todo did help me learn a few things about cursed energy and all." He grinned, "got to use a black flash couple times too."

Megumi looked up from a string of cheese he was planning to devour slowly and slurp up like a noodle. "Really?" He looked at Yuji, "Todo taught you that?"

"Mmm more like he guided me. But he was also pretty freakin' raw about it too. Guess he's a throw em into the fire and let em learn type a guy."

Megumi chewed on his pizza, letting Nobara grill Yuji on becoming friends with a guy like Todo. Yugi humbly opted out of ever doing such a thing-because well he's a live in the moment type of guy. Things come over him and he's compelled to do just about the most ridiculous things. No friends were maid, just lessons learned, his smile spreading across his face.

But Megumi couldn't be bothered to really keep up with their chit chat. He was more intrigued about the speed and depth in which Yuji Itadori was getting stronger. Not even a year had passed and Yuji was landing black flashes on cursed spirits, rising up from the dead-which Megumi still feels sore even thinking about. But he always knew this, Itadori was strong from the day he met him. Probably far before he swallowed Sukuna's finger and delved into this messy bloody world of theirs.

But, he couldn't help but sink in his bed just a little.

"Anyway, I'm just glad your injuries weren't very serious Fushigiro." Yuji smiles. Yuji raises his pizza and toasts, "to your health and to this pizza!"

Megumi blinks, "you could've brought me something easier to digest."

"No complaining." Nobara grumbled. And Yuji bursts into laughter.

Nobara finishes her pizza and gets up to wash her hands, by the time that she's back, she hears the end tail of whatever declaration Megumi wanted to get off his chest.

"You know you've grown a lot stronger Itadori. Before we stood by our convictions, and I know that's true."

Nobara looks between Yuji and Megumi leaning her chin into her palm as she listens, hoping somewhere Megumi calls Itadori the idiot that he is.

Except, Nobara shouldn't be all too surprised when Megumi is analyzing all that's happened into just a few sentences. Be it so, that Megumi isn't all that great with relaying things that are on his mind in a timely fashion. It's a lot better than what it used to be. And in those weeks they thought Itadori was dead, Nobara thought the guy was going mute--more than she had already thought before. Yet, Nobara knew there was always so much more to him. And even in knowing that, she wasn't always sure what he wanted to bring up to the surface.

Some nights he'd show up to her room. And she'd hope he would say something, anything. But he never did. So neither did she.

She could sum it up to Megumi trying to recalibrate what he brings into the team, and she isn't wrong once Megumi looks deep into Yuji's eyes and says, "so I've decided. I'll surpass you."

Yuji laughs again. And Nobara glares at them.

"Did I get left out this conversation again, or something? What the fuck are you saying?"

The boys look at Nobara, question marks dancing in their gaze. Megumi and Yuji have been used to Nobara's outburst but her voice goes grim and as solid as a straight line and that always gets their attention.

Megumi makes the mistake of opening his mouth, "I only meant--" "What, that I'm weak compared to the both of you?"

Itadori frowns, "whoa, where did you get that?"

"I know I have to spell everything out for you Itadori. But this cannot be one of those times."

Megumi's stomach tightens, "You know that is not what I meant Nobara." Her eyes narrow. The tension in the room shifts completely and Yuji makes it known he doesn't like it, "okay okay….we're all strong in our own ways."

It isn't enough to ebb the growing burn blooming in Nobara's chest. She scuffs, gets up from the edge of Megumi's bed and stretches.

"Whatever, I'm getting sleepy." She plumets the growing pang in her chest into a slow yawn. "I'll see you tomorrow for the last sister school event."

Yuji and Megumi watch in steeped silence as she walks out of the room. Their eyes tracing over her resigned body, she doesn't even slam Megumi's door on her way out.

"Is….she angry or something?" Yuji asks with confusion coloring his voice. Megumi feels his ears grow warm and his throat ache. He lets it all release in a souring groan. He lays back and throws his arm over his eyes in defeat.

Yuji eyes wide and innocent shrugs his shoulders, he picks up Megumi's pizza crust and chews on it depleted. "I'll take that as a yes."

If you would like to read more, no worries! I will be publishing the whole thing in a week or two here and on A03. <3

#this is just a sample #haha it's been 3 years since i even touched this blog #i have an obnoxious workload and i've been working on this for about 2 years whenever i come home from work or school to destress #i love my jjk babies #also it jumps around a bit #anyway im making the case that nobara deserves MORE she is MORE and that two boys are in love with her in their own funny way #and she with them lol #jjk fanfic #yuji itadori x nobara kugisaki x megumi fushiguro #jjk ot3 #jujutsu kaisen fanfic

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cyberladydream · 6 months

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cw: tentacles, cnc, undernegotiated kink, exhibitionism You would tell people that you didn't know what the monster panties were before you put them on if they hadn't turned you into such an incorrigible slut. The truth was you did know. You'd spent all that time browsing tentacle porn, reading manga. You weren't very well versed in sex yourself, at least practically speaking, but you had built a treasure trove of kinks in your private horny world.

And so when you actually found a pair of tentacle panties that promised you would never have control of your pussy again, well. You went a little feral.

The first time you put them on you were a little underwhelmed. Nothing happened at first, just a thick tendril tentatively running over your thighs, moving this way and that but without apparent interest. You tried to take them off, however, and realized just how permanent your situation was. Reading the instructions you carelessly discarded in your need you found the problem, "panties will automatically disengage whenever the monster is satisfied."

This was what made you wettest of all and that was precisely what the tendrils needed. They weren't tentative anymore, not gentle in the slightest. One moment you held the package, reading as your skin went cold and the next a tentacle was halfway inside of you, thick, spreading you wide open. It would have went further if it hadn't encountered a change in resistance, sliding out and gathering more of your juices before plunging in deeper and taking you to your knees. What proceeded was a marathon.

The tentacles did not feel satisfied, it seemed, for you still were unable to get the panties off. They seemed dormant, at least, so with legs made of jelly and knees that threatened to buckle you made your way to your computer, trying to get a few quick words in with your friends to establish some sort of normalcy, something for your burgeoning anxiety. Your mistake, however, as you heard your old friend's voice, was to imagine how hot it would be for the tentacles to start again right then.

Reacting to your arousal, it slid all the way inside of you before you could stop your moan. You slammed mute and immediately heard your friend start to ask questions. Are you okay? Do they need to send someone over? You typed back as the tentacle thrashed inside of you, finding your g spot and attacking it with far too much pressure. The idea that it was milking you of your juices came to you and you came your brains out.

"No," you replied to your friend hastily, fingers barely obeying you at this point. "I'm okay."

"Unmute then," your friend said and you swallowed.

"I'm busy hold on," you replied, groaning low in your throat as a second tentacle began to push into your ass. There was no relief this time, your mildly lubed hole making a constant resistance as it forced its way inside. It hurt, everything throbbed. You were being used.

"That was a slutty moan," your friend replied, shattering the safe persona they'd had in your mind for close to a decade. "If you can be filthy here I want to benefit too." The tentacle in your pussy and the one in your ass pressed together through your body, emphasizing how full they made you. The dual reinforcement of your arousal activating it and it chasing your arousal combined into a single force and you imagined the tentacles urging you on, forcing you deeper into your depravity. You unmuted.

And then the pizza delivery, the stuff of such common exhibitionist fantasy it had become cliche. You intended to circumvent it. You just needed delivery and not to think, so you ordered a pepperoni online. Thanks to covid, everywhere offered contactless delivery. It was perfect. You didn't need to bring your filth into your daily life. The ramifications of that were... far more tangible. It had been seventy-eight hours since you put the tentacle panties on and every moment of downtime you rushed to gulp down water. You were so sore but the soreness was delicious too and you were learning to live with it.

The doorbell rang. You frowned. That wasn't correct. You opened your phone to see that the pizza delivery person tried to call you twice. Or a coincidental spam caller, but probably the former. Swallowing, you slowly inched your way to the door, trying desperately to hold onto your composure as you grabbed your wallet and opened it.

The guy on the other side was hot. Tall, looking like he'd probably fuck you behind the pizza shop if you answered his slimy comments correctly--the tentacle teased into you and you swallowed a whimper, feeling your face go hot.

"Sorry, was there a p-problem?" You asked, shivering as the tentacle lightly caressed your inner walls. So sore. So sensitive.

"Yeah, actually your card was declined? I don't know if--are you okay? I guess it's cold out here," he looked behind him, as if the street with trees that didn't change could show signs of autumn. You hated him. The tentacle thrust into you as you clenched around it and you yelped softly, covering your mouth. He snapped his head back to you. "You okay?" The gentleness caught you off guard and you felt a momentary pang of guilt for sexualizing this stranger.

"Sorry, yeah I'm fine, what do I owe you? Twenty covers it?"

"It's twenty-five, actually." God. You didn't have change and this man was just looking at you while a thick tentacle languidly slid into your pussy. Was it your imagination or was it bigger this time? He was three feet away and you were so goddamn deviant--the tentacle slid out and in rapidly once, twice, and on the third you couldn't hold back a moan anymore, holding the door frame.

"Am I being filmed or something?" The delivery driver asked and you shook your head, eyes rolling back as the tentacle found your favorite rhythm. You could smell yourself, hear the wet squishing of your nasty pussy being fucked. "Hey, are you...?"

"Sorry," You whimpered, embarrassed and ashamed and so fucking horny about it. You stepped aside, gesturing in. You told yourself it was to avoid anyone else seeing, to try and figure out how to handle it. The way you moaned when he looked beihnd him and entered told you all anyone needed to know.

"What's going on?" He asked. "I mean, I'm not complaining, you're really cute..." he was a pervert, thank god. You tried to consider the next move when the tentacles pulled your sweatpants down for you. "Oh fuck," he said, noting the tentacles, intuiting the rest. "You're one of those tentacle sluts." That was the term you so joyfully tagged your posts and setup alerts for. "Shit, sorry I didn't mean to offend--" he stopped when you sank to your knees and then trembled on the floor, bucking into your insatiable partner as it fucked into you endlessly. "Oh," he said, finally understanding the scope. "Nevermind, I did mean it. You're just a tentacle slut, aren't you?" He asked and you whimpered desperately.

You weren't sure what to do from here. It was too far, but it was also well beyond a point of no return. You had given yourself to the tentacles, they had given you to this man. It was so difficult to think through the haze, but you needn't have thought at all as you felt more tentacles slide out from the sides of your panties, the portal within glowing as the squirming mass grew until they took up more mass than your couch.

The panties themselves were moved aside and your body raised up into the air. You had the barest moment's recognition before you were positioned in the air at waist height, legs pulled wide as the thick tentacle withdrew.

"No," you pleaded with the tentacle as the man jerked himself off inside of his pants, stopping when he finally caught on.

"Oh fuck yes," he said, undoing his pants and slipping them down. He was big. Not tentacle stretching you as much as it wanted big, but you were definitely going to feel him.

"Wait," you murmured, but a tentacle slid into your mouth and you didn't even try to resist, only sucked on it like it was candy. You believed there would be an aphrodisiac, but all the tentacles ever did was reinforce who you were. What you needed.

The stranger before you didn't hesitate, only rubbed your pussy once reverently as two smaller tendrils held your lips apart for him and then he slid himself in to the hilt.

"Fuck," he hissed, slamming into you. He clearly no longer saw you as a person, which was probably fair play for objectifying him earlier. He pounded you mercilessly without any regard for you or your needs or your limits. You were his toy. "Fuck, you're already broken so I don't have to be gentle." He said and he barely pulled out as you came and began to milk his cock. He came on your tits and you felt your body maneuvered by the tentacles, the one in your mouth withdrawing as they essentially used your mouth as a toy to clean him off before returning you to position. He entered again immediately.

"I'm going to be here every day," he promised. "I'll bring free pizza," he added, as if remembering belatedly you were a person. "I need to tell the others about this house, fuck." That did it. You came one final time, so hard that your neighbors would probably come by for a noise complaint. You came again knowing that they would probably fuck you too.

You woke hours later on your bed, gross from sweat and cum but with your panties beside you. Neither the driver nor the tentacle creature bothered to clothe you, leaving your pussy fully out. You moaned and felt the loss of tentacles. You reached instinctively for the panties but paused. You needed a shower and to actually eat the pizza.

But after that...

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takeeachdayonebookatatime · 11 months

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Why did you elbow me? 109

Achilles Castle part 14

Dave: pov The burritos and rice bowls look amazing too, the tortilla chips with cheese are fantastic. All of us fill our plates full of food, I fill mine and Alexis's cup up with soda. We chat about our plans for the weekend. After dinner Lanie is on the phone with Dr Burkett trying to decide if she should give Kate another benadryl pill, she still looks a little rashy but not bad it's going away. Lanie gives her some benadryl, a few minutes later and Kate is asleep on the sofa.

Esposito: pov me and Ryan are done for the Day. It was a slow day with mostly paperwork. I ordered a sub on the way home for dinner. Once home I ate my sub and drank my coffee. I don't need a big suitcase, instead I use a duffle bag and fill it with my stuff. I picked some music for the car ride. It should not be too bad the ride to the beach house.

Jenny: pov I have everything packed for the weekend. I picked up a pizza pie that way when Ryan gets home we can eat then hit the road, he packed his bag last night. I have Sarah Grace in her pj's because it will be more comfortable for her in the car, I hope she naps or watches a movie the whole way there. After we eat Ryan starts loading the car up then we hit the road. Sarah Grace spent the whole car ride watching the movie I put on for her. Esposito is unloading his car in the driveway as we pull in. Being pregnant is hard. I walk inside with Sarah Grace who is sleepy. Esposito is chatting with Lanie, she is talking about Kate's rash and how she had to give her two doses of benadryl. Castle is telling Ryan which room to put the bags in and pointing to the bathroom for me since I have to pee.

Ryan: pov from what Lanie told us earlier Kate's rash is looking so much better, she seems like she is barely awake must be the benadryl it does that to you makes you very sleepy. Alexis hands out the gifts she got us today on the submarine thing. Everyone heads outside to roast marshmallows and have smores. It's such a pretty night the group is chatting and having a good time. Alexis is updating us with everything that happened to her dad and Kate health wise. Sarah Grace is asleep on me, I pick her up and head upstairs to put her to bed. Kate is also asleep with a blanket covering her.

Martha: pov it's morning and I'm in charge of breakfast Katherine is looking so much better and offers to help me, she is making the waffles while I make the eggs and bacon. Alexis and Dave are pouring orange juice and coffee into cups and getting the syrups out. Katherine is drinking decaf coffee. Castle takes his pain pill and wheels himself to the table for breakfast. He goes over today's plans with everyone.

Alexis: pov I'm outside in my bathing suit with the rest of our group, dad is relaxing and reading a book. Gram and Papa Jim are sitting in the shade chatting. Sarah Grace, who is wearing water wings, is trying to convince Kate to get in the pool. Lanie grabs Kate's life jacket and hands it to her to put on. Me and Dave also get in the pool, Jenny asks Kate if she has to wear the life jacket every time she is in the pool. Lanie says anywhere there is a lot of water like a pool, ocean or lake. Her type of arrhythmia which is usually triggered by something causes breathing trouble and other symptoms, that is why she needs to be careful near a pool. Me and Dave are playing with Sarah Grace in the pool while the girls talk.

Kate: pov Esposito suggests we take a short walk until lunch. I tell him, let me ask Lanie if it's okay. Martha, Jenny and Jim offer to keep Castle company at the house. I change into shorts and a t-shirt Alexis passes out water bottles before we leave the house. Ryan says if Sarah Grace gets tired he will Carry her. We walked for a bit. I'm allowed to move around more and I'm allowed to get my heart rate elevated more. My heart condition is classified as ventricular tachycardia, my left ventricle which is not as strong as the right one works extra hard sometimes to keep up causing my left ventricle to become tachycardic. If it's a really bad episode my right ventricular which works fine will also turn tachycardic, which is scary. I also have an issue with my pulmonary vein. Since only one of my ventricles has an issue I can continue on with my normal life. That's why the left side of my chest always has pain during a heart episode.

Jim: pov Me and Jenny are starting to make lunch pasta salad with watermelon, corn on the cob and hot dogs which Ryan and Esposito are grilling since they are back from the walk. Katie is setting the table while Martha pours the peach tea into cups. Once everyone has filled their plates we start talking, Castle says after lunch is the perfect time to hit the fair. That way Sarah Grace can enjoy the rides and games.

Castle: pov Alexis gave me my pain pill during lunch. Since the car only holds 7 people we are taking 2 cars. In Ryan's car is Esposito who is in the passenger seat and Jenny and Sarah Grace in the back seat. In my car is Dave who is driving. I'm in the passenger seat giving him directions in the second row are Jim and Martha. In the back row is Alexis, Lanie and Kate. At the fair Dave is finding a parking spot and so is Ryan. To be continued. …….

#fanfiction #castle #caskett #stanakatic #katebeckett #nathanfillion #richardcastle #jonhuertas #javieresposito #seamusdever #kevinryan #jennyryan #mollycquinn #alexiscastle #susansulluvan #martharodgers #lanieperish #tamalajones #tvshow

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canyouimaginethatstory · 2 years

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Wrongfully Accused Part 13 (Lucifer X Reader)

PART 1: Here PART 2: Here PART 3: Here PART 4: Here PART 5: Here PART 6: Here PART 7: Here PART 8: Here PART 9: Here PART 10: Here PART 11: Here PART 12: Here PART 14: Here PART 15: Here

You laughed as you listened to another story about Sam as you, Jess, Kelly, and Jo set in the living room of Jessica and Sam's home. "So Sam is already in the stroking out stage?" you asked.

"Yeah," Jess said, "I've just reached six months and he's acting like the baby could fall out any second,".

"That sounds like my brother," you said, "mom told me a story one time when she was carrying me that Sam wouldn't let her do the house chores. He was only like five but he bribed Dean into helping make the beds and vacuum. And then he and dad would do dishes. All so mom didn't hurt the baby,". Jess listened to the story with a look of adoration in her eyes.

"I think I just fell more in love with him hearing that," she said and you smiled. "I should get another sparkling water,". she said.

"I'll get it for you," you offered getting up, "anyone else need drinks?". After gathering cups on a tray you headed to the kitchen of Jess and Sam's house. Just as you refilled refreshments your phone buzzed. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw a text from Lucifer.

"I GOT THE JOB!" You smiled reading the text and texted back.

"I'm so proud of you! We'll celebrate tonight. Anything you wanna do!" you replied back.

"I can't wait," he replied then sent an angel emoji causing you to laugh.

"Well you look happy," Jo said walking into the kitchen.

"Yeah, I am," you said sliding your phone back in your pocket.

"So who is he?" she asked leaning against the counter.

"What?" you asked hoping she wouldn't press too much.

"I know the smile on your face," she said, "Dean still makes me smile like that,".

"Ok, I am with someone," you admitted, "just please Jo, don't tell my brothers,".

"Why not?" she asked. You could see the confusion on her face.

"Because I know my brothers," you said, "They won't accept him. Not until I try to explain to them first. Especially Dean,".

"Who is this guy?" she asked again.

"The best thing to ever happen to me," you told her, "He's sweet. Funny, handsome. He treats me like a queen,". Jo listened.

"You love him don't you?" she asked with a huge smile.

"Yes, I do," you said proudly, "and I know he loves me,".

"So why can't I know who this mystery guy is?" she asked.

"I need to tell my brothers first," you said, "then I will gush all about him to you I promise,". You left Sam and Jessica's a few hours later. You couldn't wait to get home and celebrate with Lucifer. You were thinking you'd make him a nice dinner. He deserved it. You got to your apartment building and happily hurried to Lucifer's apartment. When you walked you scanned the room. The lights were dim and there were a few candles lit around the apartment and two on the coffee table where two plates also sat.

"Hey beautiful," Lucifer greeted holding two short stem glasses and a bottle of what looked like sparkling juice of some kind as he walked over to you and kissed your cheek, "I missed you,". You smiled.

"What's all this?" you asked.

"We're celebrating my new job remember?" he asked her.

"I was gonna cook for you," you told him.

"I cooked for you," he said with a big smile.

"But this was supposed to be what you wanted," you said as he handed you your glass and lead you to the couch.

"And what I wanted is to spoil you," he said, "it's how I wanna celebrate,".

"You're too sweet Lucifer Shurley," you pointed out. "Only for you beautiful," he said, "I hope you don't mind homemade pizza,". He said as he brought over a bigger plate and placed in the middle of the table. On it were about eight slices of pizza. Clearly, they weren't slices of homemade pizza.

"Homemade huh?" you asked giving him a knowing smile.

"Yep," he said sitting beside you, "made by little old me,".

"So if I were to just go snooping through your kitchen I wouldn't find any kind of delivery boxes anywhere?" you playfully asked.

"Be my guest Miss Y/N," he said, "a smart cook would dispose of such thing before you got here. Not that I did just saying," he winked at you taking a drink from his glass. You giggled.

"You still think your cute don't you?" you asked taking a slice of pizza. "Always," he smirked taking a slice for himself. You two enjoyed your meal and talked. You loved how happy he seemed. And his interest in cars surprised you but you loved it.

"Maybe if Bobby takes a liking to you he'll give you one of the cars he keeps to work on," you said, "he does that with his favorites,".

"I would like to get a car," he said, "I need to renew my license as well,".

"We can get that taken care of too," you told him and got up gathering the dirty dishes.

"I can get that Y/N," he stated.

"No, this is your night," you said heading to the kitchen, "I got it,".

"Too good for me Y/N," he said.

"Not true," you simply stated joining him on the couch again. He sat up and kissed your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder. "Tonight is your night. I should have done something special for you,". He smiled.

"Well, nothing is more special than you Y/N," he winked at you. You smiled and softly took his lips in yours. You gently pushed him back against the back of the sofa as you straddled his lap and the kiss deepened. You started to unbutton the button down shirt he had on as his hands gently rested on your thighs. You ran your hands slowly up and down his chest as you both broke the kiss for air. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to seduce me,". He slowly ran his hands up your thighs.

"Hmm," you hummed lowly, "maybe I am,". He smirked innocently as he gently squeezed your butt. You giggled and captured his lips in yours again. While you kissed you rocked your hips against him. He let a moan out into the kiss. This continued until you were both moaning softly as the friction you created grew.

"Do you plan to torture me all night?" he playfully asked.

"So impatient," you teased as you reached down and started to undo his belt. You could tell he was well passed excited, "now, you set back handsome," you instructed as you slowly slid down on him. Gasping at the feeling, "I'll start nice and slow and when you want me to go faster just let me know,". You slowly started to ride him. You just let your head fall back as you enjoyed the growing pleasure. He pulled you closer to him and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he softly suckled on the pulse of your neck.

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