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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months

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Life in the City 1

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bad friends, creep behaviour, abuse of power dynamics, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You move to the big city and find yourself swallowed up by its chaos.

Characters: Clark Kent, Thor Odinson, short!reader

Note: Probably calling in today. Also will hopefully be working on more Dirty Work for tomorrow.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Please do not just put ‘more’. I will block you.

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

You’ve been waiting for Friday all week. You need this. A girl’s night, just you and Melanie, a bottle of wine, a bowl of popcorn, and your favourite nostalgic blockbuster. You even got a brand new pair of cozy jammies for the occasion.

And it’s your first official get together at your new apartment. Your very own. No more roommates, no more arguments over dishes and dust and a shared bathroom. It’s all yours! It’s almost like a housewarming, even if it is just a bachelor suite.

A new home, a new city, and an old friend. You haven't seen Melanie in years. You keep in touch here and there but she always seems to have so much going on. Now you're in the same place, it won't be so hard.

You bounce in the door, excited to get started on your prep. You leave your work bag in the entryway beside your shoes as your mind runs a mile ahead of you. You’ll fold out the futon couch and throw all your pillows on it. And the extra comforter can go on top. And you’ll put a scarf over the lamp, oh, and you got some candy for the spread.

It’s a bit childish but it’s been so long since you could just throw away your daily toil and forget. No overtime, no grind, just a night to reconnect and refresh. You grab your bag from the short hallway and take out the clay masks you bought at the drugstore on your way home, you thought that would be so cute!

You pull out your phone and search for the digital rental on your account, wanting it ready to cast as soon as Melanie’s there. Your screen suddenly lights up with an incoming call, interrupting your browsing. You answer, excitedly greeting your best friend.

“Melly Bean,” you chime, “I was just getting everything ready–”

“Oh, really?” Her voice is willowy, “that’s… I’m sorry.”

“What?” You clutch your hand in front of your stomach, your chest filling with dread. You know that tone.

“I totally forgot and I made other plans–”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s shitty but I really can’t cancel and we can do it next week, right? I’ll host. I have a bottle of rose here, or I could make some sangria–”

“Uh, yeah,” you feel like you’ve been punched, “yeah, sure, that’s… that’s fine. Things happen.” You shake your head at yourself as you try to stem your disappointment, “good thing I didn’t even get started…” You look at the futon, covered in pillows and the fluffy pink duvet, “I actually just got in the door, long day at work–”

“You ready?” A distant, deep voice creeps under your rambling from the speaker.

“Sorry, I gotta go,” she interrupts, “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Again, I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. I should’ve put it in my calendar.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” you assure her softly, “call me. Talk later, Mel–”

The line dies before you can finish your sentence. You pull the phone away and frown at the timed out call. You sniff and toss it onto the futon. Well, you can still have a good night. Alone. Catch up on a show and pamper yourself. Your skin is getting a bit patchy.

Or just lay here and watch the same thing you watch every night. Suddenly, you have no energy. You flop onto the mattress, the metal frame creaking loudly, and sigh. Another lazy night, all by yourself.

🏙️

Melanie doesn't answer your call on Saturday. You try not to dwell on it but you know she's not working. Her nine-to-five keeps her planted at her desk Monday to Friday, just like you. Well, you can't be mad at her for having a life.

She texts on Sunday. Just a short but sweet confirmation for next Friday. A heart emoji along with a promise that you'll see each other then. You can bring all your snacks and the face masks, and even your cute new pajamas. Her place must be a lot nicer than yours on her executive assistant salary.

A new week begins but Monday isn't as difficult as usual. You have something to look forward to. Again. This time, it will actually happen.

You spend your days with the spreadsheets and menial reports. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday all blend together into an endless slog but Friday comes around with a special shine. It's the day.

You breeze through the day, lighter than usual. You even packed everything up so you could commute straight to Melanie's place. She's been texting, saying she's excited. Well, she sent a message at 10:38am.

It'll be just like in high school, when you sat up all night and giggled. Except this time, you're not too young for the movie you're watching. No, you'll be just like the metropolitan women you watched on the screen, gal pals!

You take the twelve out towards the east side of the city and get off a few blocks from her building, at least according to your GPS. You walk in a full circle before you get your bearings and end up just outside the grated door. You tap the small button to buzz her number and wait. It's a lot fancier than your apartments.

You ring several times without answer, your stomach swimming with nerves. What if she got caught up in something? Could she forget in the eight hours since her last message? Are you in the wrong place? You check the address again.

You hear someone come up the walkway and sidle aside to let them in. You consider sneaking in after them but you don't know if you should. They might not like that or you might get in trouble. You stand back as the man glances at you and gives a nod. He keys in a code and buzzes himself in. You scrunch your lips, helplessly floundering on the edge of the steps.

"Coming in?" He holds the door.

"Oh, uh," you catch the handle, "sure, I just... my friend wasn't answering."

"No worries, don't look like much of a criminal to me," he kids.

You chuckle quietly, forcing it out nervously as you follow him inside. The entryway is white with silver trimmings and the lobby opens up to a set of two elevators. You look at your phone again, confirming Melanie's apartment number. The man strides on confidently and hits the button, the doors dinging and sliding apart.

"Going up?" He prompts as he puts his hand in front of the censor.

"Uh, sure," you scurry forward. You suppose taking the stairs might be a lot with all the weight in your knapsack.

"Floor?" He trails you into the elevator.

"Um, seventh."

"Ah, what a coincidence," he taps seven and the doors close.

You bring up your chat with Melanie and text her. Hopefully, you're not too early. You don't want to surprise her. You key in that you're there and on your way up.

The door open again and the stranger once more lets you through first. You check the numbers on the plates on the wall; 700 - 710 to the right. You turn and the man heads in the same direction. How awkward. You hold the door to the hallway for him and he catches it, not far behind you. You count the doors until you find 704.

You stop and knock, stepping closer to let the stranger pass. He doesn't. He stops and laughs as he rubs his palms together. You peek over at him. Oh shoot, you have to be in the wrong place. It explains the no answer and you're standing at his door knocking. You must seem like a crazy person--

The door opens before you can figure out what's going on and Melanie's 'hello' goes from a high squeal to dull disappointment. You look at her as her eyes flit between you and the stranger at your shoulder. She laughs and tosses her hair back.

"Oh, uh, come in," she waves you inside, "movie night, right?"

She rubs her neck as she steps aside, your stomach flipping entirely. Did she forget? Really?

"Um, I forgot to mention..." she says slowly, "Clark's joining us. He's never seen the movie before so I thought..."

"That's fine, but er, I can... just go. I thought..."

"I didn't forget," she insists as the man enters with hesitation, "promise, I just... invited my boyfriend."

"Right, boyfriend," you turn to the stranger, Clark, she said his name is, "hi."

You introduce yourself and he repeats his name. He's handsome and tall. As far as you can tell, he's nice too. The cleft in his chin gives him a rugged handsome news and his eyes a bright and blue. He fits Melanie perfectly. She's changed a lot more than you knew.

You give a strained smile and look around. Her apartment is so nice. You're happy she hadn't seen yours after all. As you try to figure out what to do, she approaches Clark and stands on her toes to kiss him. You keep your eyes on the floor and turn, distracting yourself with your shoes as you peel them off.

"I brought snacks," you say as you unhook your bag from one shoulder, "for the movie--"

"Oh, I'm on a diet. No carbs, no sugar... mostly water and lettuce," she trills, "sorry."

"I...It's okay," you try not to wince as you struggle to free yourself of the heavy bag.

"Here," Clark startles you as he grabs your bag by the handle on top and helps lift it off your left shoulder. You pull your arms free and he carries it to the table, planting it on top beside the tall vase of white orchids.

"Thanks," you say as you inch forward, anxious about messing up the unlivable pristine apartment, "you can share the snacks... if you're not on a diet."

"I'd love to," he accepts, "should I make up the couch?"

"Uh, sure," Melanie flutters her fingers at him, "I guess that makes sense."

You notice how she bites into her glossy lower lip and looks around desperately. She's wearing a pretty black dress and there's a sparkly clutch on the half-circle table by the wall. You thought Melanie would be your one piece of home in the city but now you feel even more out of place. Uninvited.

"If it's a bad time," you begin.

"I told you," she snips, "I didn't forget. Duh, you think I'm an airhead or something?"

"N-no--"

"I know you went and got your fancy degrees," she sniffs, "but I don't need paper to tell me I have a brain."

"I didn't mean--"

"Mel, cool it," Clark chuckles lightly, "no biggie. I like a night in," he shrugs, "I'll grab some blankets and pillows. We can have a sleepover."

"Sleepover?" She nearly hisses at him, "well, tomorrow--"

"We'll all sleep in and I'll take you ladies to breakfast. Or brunch," he unzips your knapsack and takes out the tall bottle of wine, "depending on how much you indulge."

"Oh, I can take care of all that," you offer as you near the table.

"You're our guest," he insists as he holds onto the bottle, "hon, you wanna get some glasses?"

You hear the gentle sigh escape Melanie before she replies, "fine."

You wring your hands in front of your chest and hover by the table. You hate this. You feel like you've intruded on their night but you thought...

Your heart sinks as you think of the message; 'looking forward to tonight'. She sent it to the wrong person. She must realise that too.

"Mel will pour us some wine," Clark says loudly, "did you wanna help my grab some blankets and stuff?"

You just nod, thankful for his diversion. Anything to keep you from wallowing in your embarrassment. Everyone there knows you're not supposed to be there. You must seem pathetic.

You follow him down the hall and wait on the other side of the closet door as he opens it. He hands you a folded down duvet. He sends you back to the living room as he goes to grab pillows from the bedroom. You get a glance of the sleek white vanity just as he opens the door.

You turn and traipse back to the front room. You go to the couch and shake out the blanket. You glance over as Melanie slurps loudly from a stemmed glass, the other two are unpoured.

"Really, Mel, I can just go--"

"No, it's fine," she huffs, "I don't want him to think I'm some sort of bitch."

"Oh, I wasn't--"

"You don't call to confirm?" She accuses.

"I texted and I buzzed--"

She shushes you as she hears Clark coming back down the hall. You leave the blanket across the sofa and go to the table. You pour the other two glasses and step back, too uneasy to claim one of your own. Instead, you busy yourself unpacking the snacks but you don't even know if you'll have any yourself.

"You girls sit," Clark insists as he drops the pillows on the sofa, "I'll get everything ready. Oh, hon, you should go put some pajamas on, get in the spirit. You could lend some to your friend too."

"Erm, I brought my own," you offer, "just... thought they were cute."

"Amazing, you two get changed, get cozy, and get the movie going," he grabs the bag of chips from your hands, "oh, and I'll get those kernels popping."

You nod and swallow as Melanie struts out without looking back. You retrieve your pajamas from your bag, brushing close to Clark by accident, and apologise. You quickly flit away to follow her, chasing after her right before she can close you out. You need to find an excuse to get out. Then you can think of how to say sorry for spoiling her date,

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bump1nthen1ght · 7 months

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 15 (Non Con)

Kink: Non Con

Pairing: Male!Mermen x Fem!Reader

Other Kinks: Spitroasting, Fingering

Warnings: Non Con, Kidnapping

Word Count: 1092 words

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“Dude, you’re gonna break her.”

“Shut the fuck up, Port. I know what I’m doing.”

A third finger gets shoved into your pussy, claws blissfully retracted. But the pressure is enough to make you gasp.

“I dunno Starboard.” Port says, brushing a thumb across your face. “There's a lot of water coming out of her face. That doesn’t seem good.”

“Shows how much you know, idiot. That's a sign she feels good.” Starboard thrusts his fingers particular hard inside you, fresh tears bubbling up around your ears. “See? She liked that, didn’t you, sweetheart?” A ribbed tongue comes up, lapping at the fresh tear tracks. You try to jerk your head away, but there's not much space for you to go, not while wrapped in the Orca Merman’s arms. His satisfied chuckle rings in your ear, hot breath reeking of fish. “Plus you gotta stretch ‘em out first. Otherwise they’ll break when you fuck them.”

Port shrugs, more entranced by your heaving tits than the conversation at this point. “If you say so.” He leans forward, grabbing your right breast with a hard grip. Looking at his large hands, feeling those callouses on your skin, you’re glad Starboard was who insisted on finger fucking your pussy.

Your head gets thrown back into Starboard’s chest when Port leans down and sucks on of your nipples, teasing the other on between two fingers. Starboard chuckles again.

“Ooh, I can feel her squeezing. Keep doing that.”

Port just hums, tongue circling around one nipple before he attaches onto the other. Your traitorous cunt grows slicker andd slicker, your juices oozing down Starboard's palm as he splays his fingers outward.

Port detaches his mouth with a pop. His eyes are jet black, cool blue irises covered by his blown out pupil.

“I’m sick of waiting.” He whines. “When can we fuck her?”

“Hmmm.” Starboard hums, thumb rubbing your clit, causing your pussy to gush. “I think that should he good.”

The sounds as Starboard pulls his fingers out are debaucherous, slimy and slick. You can see him holding up his hand in front of your face, ropes of your juices connecting the fingers. Starboard pops his index in his mouth.

“Fuck, thats yummy.”

“No fair! I wanna taste!”

You imagine Starboard rolls his eyes, but he lets Port suck in his fingers. You can see glimpses of his razor sharp teeth, that ribbed tongue lapping at Starboard’s digits.

“That’s good!” Port bounces on his tail, now extra eager. “C’mon, Starboard, I’m ready.”

Despite your delirious mind, you still can make out the large, tapered cock pushing through the slit in Port’s tail. Slick with precum, it’s a almost the size of your arm.

“Fine, but I get her pussy first.” Port moves to whine, but Starboard puts up a hand. “I prepped it, I fuck it. You’ll get to stretch her out later.”

Port pouts, but relents to that logic anyway. You thank the stars, because although both mermen are massive, Port is slightly larger than Starboard, with a cock as thick around a your wrist. Hopefully that correlated to their cock size.

You find out soon, thrown onto your hands and knees, thankful for the small grace of the towel laid down below you. Water laps at your heels as Starboard slips his lower half into the water, letting his tail tread water to prop him upright. Port adjusts himself before grabbing the back of your head, yanking your upper body down so your lips press right against his cockhead. He’s still got that crazy look in his eyes.

A tapered tip pressed against your pussy lips. You close your eyes shut, wishing they’d just get it over with already.

You soon regret those thoughts, Starboard plunging deep in you with one thrust. A scream crawls out of your hoarse throat, just in time for Port to slot his cock into your mouth. Gurgling around their cocks, both mermen groan.

“S-shit.” Water sloshes on the rocks as Starboard begins humping up, smooth muscle hitting your backside. “This might be your best idea yet, Port. Kidnapping a human.”

Port’s only respond is a shaky moan, slowly pulling his cock out to the tip before thrusting back in. “Your mouth is incredible.” You get an affectionate caress to your cheek, bulging out as Port begins to fuck your mouth, perfectly in synch with Starboard behind you.

The pinpricks of claws in the fat of your hips are the least of your worried, but the sensation still jumps into the front of your mind anyway. You whine around Port;s cock. Tongue lolled out like a dog, he pants as he defiles your throat. He wraps a large hand around the base of your skull, yanking you towards him.

“Careful, f-fucking idiot.” Starboard stutters out, still muttering curses as he stirs up your guts. “ You might tear her throat.”

“It’s so tight.” Port marvels, caressing the sizable bulge he makes in your neck.

“You should feel her cunt.” Starboard brags, despite the breathlessness in his voice. “She’s milking me dry.”

You don’t know how long they defile you for, mind devoid of any higher thought. All you know is the feeling of being stretched open, far more than you ever have before.

“I’m getting close.” With panting breaths, Port digs his fingers into your scalp and yanks you even harder. More tears run down your face. “Oh my gods, I’m getting close.”

“Already?” The snark in Starboard voice is alk bravado, his cock twitching inside and hips trembling. “Shit.”

“I’m gonna stuff her full.” Port stutters out. “I’m gonna fill her stomach, then her pussy.”

“Good luck, because she’s gonna be leaking with me first.” Starboard yanks your hips back. “F-fuck.”

“Then I’ll fuck her ass next, stretch her open and plug her up.”

Port chuckles, patting your face.

“Doesn’t that sound nice, pretty girl? Oh, gods!”

Port, barely able to finish his thought, fulfills his promise and shoots a hot load down your throat. Far more than a human man, you can’t even swallow it all before it dribbles out of your lips.

“Holy shit!” Starboard is soon to follow, your pussy feeling hot and full as he plunges deep inside you, keeping his cum from dripping out.

They collapse like that, your nearly broken body underneath as they rest and catch their breath. The cool rock feels nice against your skin, a small reprieve.

“...If you want her ass, you’ll need to stretch her plenty. We can’t break her, we just got her.”

“Yeah, I know.”

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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— musician eren! 💭🖇

he loves when you’re in the front row of any of his concerts. seeing the bright smile of yours brighten his entire mood and the glimmer of his initials around your neck gives him a boost of energy. One thing is for certain, Eren gives you a certain look when fingering playing his guitar. you knowww what he’s doing and he knows. obviously he knows, sick fuck but regardless of when and where Eren will give that look. Hopefully you’re ready for what’s in store after the concert.

I swear this is the only thot that will be in my head for the rest of the week. Thank you for this 😵‍💫🧎🏾‍♀️cause let’s talk about it.

cw: mentions of fingering, dirty talk, sexual content

(Y/N), always sitting pretty; front row at your man’s performances and having the time of your life, turning up to his music. You were always a big fan but now it all hit so differently. Knowing that he’s gotten much more confident and enthused while on stage because of your presence. Being blatantly aware that his sexier joints are inspiration directly drawn from his late night son the tour bus with you and when you first started hooking up. Even diving head first into the chaos of the mosh pits that break out during his more amped up joints. With the protection of his fans and security of course!..either way, you always have a good time. Constantly getting shoutouts and showered with love by his loyal supporters because their fave is so much happier after years of avoiding the spotlight and you’re to thank. You’ll wear the cutest, sexiest outfits..bouncing around and having a ball. He can see you from the corner, shouting his lyrics louder than fans who’ve been around since his early days. You were undoubtedly the biggest motivator for his best work. Especially when he sees that glistening Cuban Link with his initials around your throat and you making eye contact with him. EJ absolutely adores when he catches you singing his more hardcore songs about guns, violence and drugs..it’s so hot to him, he especially for such a beautiful woman to say such vulgar things. But his favorite part of the show..is when he gets to play an instrument. Always assigning a song to the setlist that requires it. Whether it be piano, sax or whatever, he could do it all! On this particular night, he chooses the electric guitar for a slower song that he wrote one night while working late, all with his special lady in mind. “I just wanna play a lil’ something for y’all real quick. Hope you don’t mind.” In actuality, it’s for his own gratification because what the other thousands of filling this venue right now are unaware of, is that as soon as they’re gone and he gets you to himself, he’s going to have a little private show of his own..

one that requires you sitting on his lap with your legs spread as he sinks those digits knuckle deep into you, all while making you keep eye contact. And the second you see him sitting on that stool, instrument propped on his knee and he starts singing into the microphone..he just knows it won’t be long before you fold. Those eyes fixated on you as he sings about making love and putting you on top of him. The mood in the building has entirely shifted. Truly showing off not only his versatility but his ability to shift the atmosphere like that. Honestly, it’s because he couldn’t think of anything other than those fingers picking at those strings being sank knuckle deep into that pretty pussy..whimpering as you straddle his lap. Casually strumming through those notes and you can’t help but imagine those very movements inside of you. Which it didn’t take you long to catch his subtle hints; the narrowing of his gaze solely on him, a half cocked smirk on his face and his bottom lip tucked gently between his teeth. It’s so sexy and a signal that he’s going to rearrange those pretty little insides when he gets out of here! Bidding the crowd adieu after his last ballad.

“Thank you, (city name). Hope y’all have a good night..I know I will.”

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gadriezmannsgirl · 1 year

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Hey bestie, I had a pretty shit day and wanted to request some fluff with Gavi comforting you when you get a grade you’re not satisfied with even tho you studied hard.(so you come home crying) I can’t take shit like this well so I need some type of comfort scenario. Thank you💗

Ay, hun😣 I'm not really good with comfort words but if you ever need to rant, I'm here🌻 and those stuff happen, if you got a bad grade let me remind you it is just one and that doesn't define how intelligent you are and you are allowed to feel disappointed because of it, but you'll have more and more exams, essays and everything else to smash it. If you had a bad day in general, let me just tell you that you can cry and feel sad about it today but have present each day passing will get better and better, you may have downs but you will also have ups!💖

I truly hope you like this (Let me know what you think) and hopefully this brings your mood up a bit, sorry if there's any kind of mistakes or misspelled words🥴

Don't Worry, I've Got You -P.G

Summary: Whenever you're sad or having a shit day, your boyfriend is always there to help you

Your day was going the best as it could ever be, you had a lovely morning with your boyfriend, both of you laying in between the sheets, lazy, sharing the love you have for each other; he had a day off but you didn't.

With all the heaviness in the world you left your boyfriend at home meanwhile you were on your way to go to Uni, the first two hours were good until you were headed towards Digital Circuits, all of your mates and you had been axious because of the past exam you made, no one was confident at all but you.

You have studied for that exam (seeing as it was a 35% of your final note) four days before the exam, you knew the entire unit up and down, the beggining to the end and viceversa. You were feeling nervous and axious for your grade, you wanted to see all the work you putted into it, got its reward.

"Y/L/N" Your professor called as you headed up to grab your exam "I don't know what happened to you, it's a shame, hopefully next one will be better" He said softly giving you a pity look, you grabbed your exam, stomach in a knot and softly looked down to see the big 16% all over it.

You slowly passed towards your seat, your group of friends slowly reassuring everything would be fine and that it was only one exam. You shook your head softly.

"C'mon, Y/N/N. You're one of the first five best in the whole curse. One exam doesn't-"

"I know it doesn't" You cut your friend off harshly "I wanted it tho"

And with that you didn't spoke another word until the professor let you guys leave.

You still had two classes left but you didn't want to see a single one of them. your mood ruined.

You managed to not let a single tear out when you were driving, once you pulled into the driveway of your shared apartment with Pablo, your eyes couldn't hold it any longer and you started to cry

With the need of being in bed, mostly in Pablo's arms, watching a movie and just letting everything out, you entered the apartment as quickly as you could

"¿Preciosa?" You heard his voice but you brushed past him going straight to your shared bedroom "¡Hey!"

You took off your pants, your hoodie, t-shirt being left in underwear you got into the covers and pulled them over your head, soon you felt the bed dip and the covers being pulled.

Next thing you know, strong arms are wrapped around your frame as you let it all out

"Sh" Pablo softly shushed your cries, kissing your neck, you felt your pillow being pull over and soon you saw Pablo's face underneath it as well "Hey" He said whispering

"Hey" You managed to say it back

"What's up? Why are you crying?" You shook your head making his eyebrows go up in a cute way "Please, don't say it's nothing" He whispered as his hold on your waist tightened, one of your hands went to his cheek

"Don't worry about it"

"Yeah, no" He shook his head "We're a team. I tell you my problems and you tell me yours, that's how this works" You wanted to smile at his words but were too busy thinking of your failure to care about anything else "I can't pretend it doesn't worry me when you left Uni like two hours and half earlier, came home straight away undressing yourself and crying into your pillow" You sighed as he moved one hand from your waist to dry your tears "Who's ass I need to kick?"

"Mine" You mumbled

"What?"

"I failed, Pablito" You shook your head "I estudied hard, I learned everything, I was confident about that exam, I spend four days getting all the words, equations, calculations, punts... Everything" You broke down again "And all I could get was a fucking 16%" His eyebrows softened knowing already what the problem was

"Mi niña"

"I couldn't get it right" You cried into him "He even said that he was surprised to see that kind of thing from me! I don't know what happened to me, I'm a failure!"

"Hey, no, no" Pablo quickly shook his head and got you out of your little shelter, you groaned wanting to go back at it but Pablo didn't let you "I'm sorry but no" He said seriously "You're not a failure" He shook his head "You're human and it's okay to make mistakes sometimes... Yes, you worked hard on it... But maybe that's the grade what you had to get" You groaned "Babe, don't stress too much about this. I know you like to get good grades but these stuffs always happen. This is a push for you to do better next time" You nod lightly "I know you'll do better and better each time passing, because you are you... And you're a wonderful girl who always sees the bright side and takes all that negativity and constructive criticism to be better"

"The fact that the guys who didn't study actually got 32%, 34% makes me even angrier" Pablo hummed

"Even I would be" He agreeded "But like I said, don't stress too much about it, baby. You'll get forehead lines and I'm the only allowed to have those in this relationship" You laughed a little "Yes, that's the smile I was waiting to see"

"Come here" You whispered grabbing his neck and pulling him into you so you could kiss him "I love you" He smiled

"I love you more, mi niña" He kissed you once more "Now... How about we get into the shower? Get the rid of all Uni germs? And refresh?"

"You trying to softly tell me that I stink or that I look ugly?"

"Well your face...Neh" He made a face moving his head from side to side "And about the stinky thing... Let's see" He grabbed your arm pulling it up and buried himself into your armpit. You jolted in surprise pulling him away

"Pablo Martín Páez!"

"That's me" He smiled "It isn't that bad, it's starting to get a little stinky not that much but still" You gasped once more in surprise and flicked him

"Bastard"

He smiled suddenly getting on top of you, he grabbed your face and pressed your cheeks together a bit kissing your lips repeatedly "Your face is the prettiest face I've ever seen, you're absolutely gorgeous inside and out. And even if you smell bad, which you never do by the way, I would love it because I'm head over heels for you" You smiled hugging him "I just want to take the stress away with a little bath, make you some lunch, watch some movies and treat you like the princess you are"

"You can't cook to save your life"

"But I have your mom and my mom to help me out. I also have their numbers, good wifi and Facetime" He smiled as you giggled

"Will you join me in the bath?"

"You want me to?" You nod "Then I'll be there" He got up as you groaned "I'll be back, I swear, let me make run the bath"

"Less than five minutes I want you back here" He did a militar greeting and went to the bath.

And just like he said he didn't took more than a few minutes to be back, this time shirtless, only with his Barcelona shorts and his phone on his hands

"I just talked with our moms, they'll call me in thirty minutes exact, the water's warm and I pulled your favorite scent in it so you can fully relax" He said going into his part of the closet to pull one of his joggers out and one of of his hoodies that now was yours "I'm taking this to the dryer so when you come out they'll also be warm. I'll set your favorite movies and I'll make you some lunch" He got closer to you kissing your lips "How does that sound?" You smiled kissing him

That was the answer he needed to confirm you were agree.

He lifted you up and took you to the bathroom were both of you undressed and got inside, just with feeling the warm water hit your body you could feel the stress pass, the fact your boyfriend's hands were also doing a wonderful job on your neck, arms, back, middle, thighs and come back up was also very relaxing. After a long while on the bath, you guys goofying around, making the other laugh, gossip around about the juicy's stories of your friends, you learned at Uni and stuffs made you forget what were you crying about.

When the water got cold, you got out, Pablo helping you dress in his clothes, he also helped you untangle your hair, dried it and put it in a messy bun.

You both came into the kitchen and your mom called your boyfriend

"¡Hijo! ¿Una sorpresa para Y/N?" (Babyboy! A surprise for Y/N), you watched how Pablo shook his head

"Bad day and I'm cheering her up" He kissed your cheek as your cheeks turned crisom

"Hi mommy" You said softly smiling at her

"¡Ay mi niña preciosa!" (Ow, my beautiful baby girl!) "Don't you worry, momma's here to teach your boyfriend how to do her pasticho at perfection!" You smiled nodding "Gavi, get four-five eggplants, garlic, ground meat, seasonings, ketchup, cheese and bacon. We'll do this right"

His mom also called him to do the dessert. You loved Belén's Torta Inglesa de Carmona, filled with chocolate. You spent laughing thanks to Belén's and your mom's jokes about how you wanted to help him but he didn't let you.

After bidding goodbye to the two woman, you were left to eat and see the movies

"Amor" You said surprised letting go of the spoonful full of pasticho that was going halfway into your mouth, watching him settle in the couch and waiting for you to sit net to him

"What?"

"Are you really going to watch with me the Tinkerbell movie series?" He nodded as if it was the most obvious thing in the world

"Of course" He patted the space next to you "C'mere, I don't like Vidia that much in the first two movies but she's managing her way to my liking after helping Tinkerbell and let herself be helped in the third one" He says munching a piece of his pasticho portion "Silvermist tho, I've always loved her, she's so cool, never liked the way Rosetta talks-"

"I love you" You cut him off "Thank you for always being there for me" He smiles shaking his head, you smiled and took a seat next to your boyfriend,

"No need to thank me, mi niña. I'm always going to be here for you, I never want to see you sad" He kisses your cheek leaving this one with a sauce stain as you laughed "Te quiero"

Bad days, bad grades, bad moments could come and go every single time and you'll face them because you know that if you have your boyfriend, Pablo, by your side, you'll never be alone, you'll always have someone that makes you feel stronger and you'll have someone to make you see the bright side of all of the things.

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sovietpostcards · 7 months

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Wow the state library is so impressive. I love neo classic architecture, I wish I had gone to the library when I visited Russia. Hopefully I will return to Russia when the political climate settles, I really enjoyed Russia so much. I dont understand the book delivery system, do you wait at the front desk/reception area and it comes to you, or it comes to your reading desk? And the books can fit in pneumatic tube?

Here's how it worked originally.

You find the titles you need in the catalogue, fill an order (on a paper slip), take it to the librarian and (unless the book is available in the reading hall) they send it up to the book archive via pneumatic mail. One pneumatic capsule can fit up to a few dozen tightly rolled order slips.

Every floor of the archive has their own pneumatic mail station and address.

The library worker stationed up in the archive receives the order and goes to find the books you need. Then they load the books onto the automated trolley and send them back down. Librarians receive the books and sort them onto shelves. The reader then comes up and gets the books.

These holding shelves are near the reading halls but outside of them (so as to leave the noise and chatter outside).

Right now, waiting time between ordering a book and getting it is 30-60 minutes.

Now, you can also order books online (the digital catalogue includes all titles published after 2003), so you can order in advance and then come and have them ready for collection. I'm not entirely sure if they still use pneumatic mail for those (I should hope not), but the books are sent down by the monorail trolleys.

I also want to add that the State Library, unlike normal local libraries, doesn't allow books to be taken out of the building. You can only use the books inside the library. When you go out, you may leave the books on the holding shelves if you intend to come back soon and use them again.

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marlynnofmany · 1 year

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Kittens in Space

The first rule of keeping cats aboard a spaceship is don’t lose the cats on the spaceship. I know this. I know it better than the rest of the crew! I’m the Earthling here, the animal expert with actual veterinarian training, and I’m the one who brought them onboard. I told the captain with confidence that I could keep track of them.

Well, guess what I just did.

The problem was immediately obvious when I woke up. Every morning for the last few days had started with cutesy kitten pounces and thumps as they batted toys about the room. Sometimes I’d get a tail in my face; other times I’d hear a crash as they discovered how to reach another yet high shelf. Not once had I woken to silence.

Today I did. And as soon as I realized it, I sat up with a jerk to scan the room, my heartbeat loud in my ears.

Catnip mice and foam balls were everywhere. My shoes were still on the coat hooks; they hadn’t managed to knock them down yet. Nothing was swatted off the shelves. And no kittens lay on the floor dead after eating alien food, so at least there was that. But where were they?

I moved my feet toward the floor, disturbing a lump that meowed sleepily. Tapestry the mom cat was curled up on my bed; I hadn’t seen her. And now that I wasn’t jostling the blankets anymore, she curled back up for some hard-earned rest.

But no kittens. I stroked her tabby fur and looked for smaller balls of fluff, but found none. She didn’t seem worried. Hopefully that was a good sign. I stood and hurried to the bathroom.

My quarters were small, basically just the two rooms, since I spent most of my time with the rest of the crew. There really shouldn’t have been any good hiding spots that I hadn’t already blocked off. The bed didn’t even have space underneath it; that’s where my clothes drawers were. And I’d made sure the little fluffbrains couldn’t open those on their own, much less close them again.

They weren’t in the bathroom. Not in the closed-lid toilet, or the space-age shower stall, or the cabinet of supplies. Not in the trash can (again). They hadn’t gotten closed up in the foldable sink; I always left it sticking out of the wall. Where were they?

They couldn’t have gotten out into the hallway. No. Just not possible. I would have heard if someone inexplicably opened the door to my quarters without knocking, not that anyone would. Especially while I was asleep.

I told myself that there was no way they could be wandering the ship and getting stuck in the engine room. Mimi would notice animals hiding among his engine parts. Heck, the entire ship was bound to have someone around, ready to spot the furry little troublemakers, no matter how stealthy they were. I was pretty sure they resembled food on at least one homeworld. My crewmates weren’t the sort to hurt them, though; everyone knew full well that I had them here. The kittens wouldn’t be mistaken for pests.

Hopefully.

I really don’t want to announce to everyone that I’ve lost them, I thought, leaving the bathroom. They’ve got to be in here somewhere. What am I missing?

I surveyed the toy-covered room, trying for the umpteenth time to see catproofing opportunities that I hadn’t addressed.

Bed, bookshelf, other shelves. Bedside table with the lamp bolted down. Desk and chair. The litterbox was in the bathroom, with the food and water dishes along the wall beside me. There were no curtains to climb, and hardly any decorations, just the digital window with its chunky gold frame — someone’s secondhand idea of class — and the fake plants on the shelves. The bite marks on those weren’t new.

But the positioning was.

I stepped closer, staring and second-guessing, and yes they were definitely pushed out of place. And now that I thought about it, the digital frame was slightly crooked too. That spectacular alien sunset with the planetary rings in the background was out of alignment with the corner of the room.

Like someone stepped on it. Now where would they—

I froze in place, feeling stupid. Ah. Right.

Ever look at something so often that you stop noticing it? I may have mentioned that this was a spaceship. Metal walls, plasticky floors, no real windows.

A ceiling covered in twisty pipes.

I hadn’t considered catproofing the ceiling; it was too high to reach (ha), and surely not the kind of place that kittens would hide.

But as I stepped onto the bed and brought my face up close to the lowest curve, I realized that the faint engine sounds I’d long gotten used to sounded an awful lot like purring.

There they were. All five of the fuzzy little bastards were snuggled into a happy pile among the pipes without a care in the world. They meeped sleepily when I stuck a hand in.

“I can’t believe you,” I murmured. They ignored me.

The air was warm but not hot, and the pipes were vibrating faintly. While Captain Sunlight had assured me that there was no radiation to worry about, I figured it couldn’t hurt to double-check. Sleeping on top of the things could easily be a different prospect from sleeping in a bed below.

“All right, down for now,” I told them, scooping up the kittens despite their protests and setting them on the bed. “Be good little fluffbrains and sleep here while I — no? No, of course not.” They were already tumbling to the floor with strident mews for food. Tapestry stretched and jumped down as well.

I sighed and got out the cat food. If I was quick about it, I could get out the door before they tried to follow me. That net I’d tried to rig up as a baby gate hadn’t stopped them crawling under.

“Good kitties,” I said, tugging my shoes on as they ate. “You behave yourselves. I’m just going to make sure your favorite new hiding place isn’t going to give you extra eyeballs or something. Maybe I’ll set up a new shelf there so you don’t fall on my face during the night.”

I slipped out the door just as the first kitten finished eating — appropriately enough, it was the gray shorthair who Mimi had insisted I name after him. There weren’t any green cats in the litter, so gray was close enough.

“Meeeeee,” declared Mimi-the-kitten as the door closed.

“Yup,” I agreed.

Once I was sure the latch wasn’t about to pop loose, I took long strides toward the engine room. My heartbeat was totally calm and normal; why do you ask?

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The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #cats #kittens #life with cats #haso #hfy #eiad

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 6 months

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Jax x reader

Requested by two ao3 users! Reader gets dangerously close to abstracting

“Y/n? Where are you?” Jax called out, walking down the hall where your rooms were all located as he looked around for you. He hadn’t seen you in what felt like days, since there’s not really any way to tell time in the digital circus, but that’s not the point! He had checked a lot of the different rooms, but still no sight of you. He had even asked Ragatha and the others if they had seen you, but unfortunately they hadn’t seen you either.

“Have you checked their room..? Th..that’s the only place I could think of.” Gangle suggested, pressing her ribbons together nervously. Of course! Why didn’t he think of that?

“Yeah, that would be the best place to look for them. I really hope they’re okay, though…” Pomni told him, sounding worried about you. You were her friend after all, and helped her calm down when she was about to have a meltdown.

“Guess that would make more sense. Alright, alright, I’ll go take a look.” And with that, he had took off towards the rooms, hoping to find you. Now that he’s thinking about it, you’ve been acting kind of odd lately, as in overthinking a lot, freaking out over little things, and you’ve been spending more time by yourself, and… oh no.

“Oh no. Please don’t let it be that..!” Jax sounded worried for once as he immediately ran off towards your room. He had to know you were okay. He really did not want you to abstract, especially when he had no idea about it until it was too late, and he would be pretty upset with himself if that were to happen.

“Y/n?!” He knocked on the door once he had gotten to your room.

“Jax…?” He heard you respond from the other side of the door.

“Please let me in!” As soon as those words left his mouth, he heard the door unlock and he opened the door and rushed into the room, only to find that you didn’t look like your usual self. You were dangerously close to abstracting as part of your body was covered in dark shadows while glitching out, and one of your eyes had turned from (e/c) to pink.

“Y/n!” Jax rushed over to you. He wanted to hug you, but he was afraid that if he did that, it would only hurt both of you. No, there was no time to think, he was going to help you. However, before he could even think of bringing you into a hug, he was stopped.

“Whoa, whoa, wait a moment there! We don’t need two of you abstracting now!” You both heard a familiar voice, yet you couldn’t see him, but you knew Caine was around. You heard a loud snap and the next thing you knew, you felt and looked like your normal self. You immediately hugged Jax, who was caught a bit off guard by your sudden hug, before hugging you back.

“Hey… Y/n, it’s okay…” Jax mumbled, loud enough for you to hear as you looked up at him with teary (e/c) eyes. You were terrified, and he knew it.

“It’s okay, Y/n… you’re okay.” He pats your head in an attempt to calm you down.

“That was terrifying..” you buried your face into his shoulder.

“I know, but that won’t happen again.” He sighed softly and looked back at you. “Why… didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I was afraid if I told you, you’d make fun of me.”

“Y/n.”

“It’s true, though!”

“I would make fun of the others, but not you.”

“If you’re so sure.” You closed your eyes, shaking your head.

“If you had become abstracted, I don’t know what I would do. If I hadn’t known, and you would have been gone.” He hugged you tighter.

“Don’t ever do that again. If you’re ever in need of help, you know I’ll be here for you.”

“Thank you, Jax, I really do appreciate it.”

“You know I would only ever do this for you, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You chuckled a bit, glancing back up at him. “…I’m sorry, Jax.”

“It’s alright, just next time… well, hopefully there won’t be a next time.”

“There won’t be, I promise.”

“Good..”

“I… should let the others know I’m okay.”

“Eh, they can wait.”

“Oh alright.” Jax chuckled and held you close to him. It seems he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, which you didn’t mind too much, the others could wait. Right now, it was just you two, and you were both okay in this moment.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #sfw #tadc jax #jax #jax/reader #jax x reader #tadc jax/reader #tadc jax x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #the amazing digital circus x reader

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izloveshorses · 8 months

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we're almost to the halfway mark, so i thought i'd share another progress update on this little (big) project!! (previous update)

i've almost finished drawing half of all the assets (according to my spreadsheet) and then we can start assembling them into a "book." the bulk of the assets are characters/costumes, but i've also completed several props and started working on some backgrounds as well. I need to decide how the book will be laid out before i make much more progress on those, though. i've been trying to hold off on finishing the principal cast because i think saving them for ~dessert~ will keep me motivated to power through the rest, but i'm so anxious to get to them because i want to play with them in photoshop and put them on their associated backgrounds like little paper dolls 🙈 so that's why ballet tuxedo!dmitry doesn't exist yet, and why i've yet to color the rest of anya's act ii wardrobe.

anyway. progress in my workflow is hardly ever linear, but you can kind of see how i approach the rendering process from these images, i hope. the drawing carries the weight of the image so that step always takes the longest, since getting the likeness, the proportions, the folds, and the expressions right is the most important. if any of that looks off no skillful painting or rendering can save it.

and then i always color skin first because everything else (clothes, hair) goes on top of skin. you can see the color palette i'm using is the same for almost all of them, though act ii requires a few more saturated hues than act i (bright blue, some reds, and green every once in a while). coloring the rest in doesn't usually take very long. once the flats are down i go in for a final pass, laying down those patterns and textures that always give me a hard time lol. and then i clean up and recolor the line work and mark it as done! since i'm working digital i use alpha lock and clipping masks for that.

director's cut commentary of each image included (under the cut bc this post is already so long):

anya's act ii lineup. her phtk outfit is the only one i've marked complete (the linework on the others is still black and need just a few more touchups). I've yet to lay in the flats for the maroon travel coat because i think the drawing needs more work. i might change a few things on big red, maybe her expression, but i haven't decided yet.

dmitry's act ii lineup (sans tuxedo). he just needs a final pass on the first two on the left, and then his finale look is finished, because it's the same from act i :)

vlad's act ii lineup. he's almost done, just needs a final pass on the finale and phtk outfits.

lily's act ii lineup. i'm going to redo the pattern on her neva club dress (linda cho i love u but god) but otherwise she's all finished.

the dowager's act ii lineup. she's done! :) maybe i'll find something to pick at later but rn i'm marking her done lol.

petersburg citizens from rumor! i think these guys are all done. there are more people i could include, but there isn't enough variation on the costumes to make it worth it imo.

neva club patrons. the only two marked complete are the two on the left, sergei the doorman/the male server and count leopold. i still need to find a good reference for the female server lol.

the press! just the men for now lol. i used the obc program as a reference for this one, so i'll get the two ladies in soon :)

the hussies! i've marked it complete, but. we'll see if there's more adjustments i can make.

there's still more i've completed that's not pictured, but i'll definitely share more soon. act i is nearly finished entirely, which is cool, and the only big ensemble sheet i've yet to make much progress on is everyone in phtk. i may end up just drawing one or two people from that and then copying them with different patterns because, honestly, the shape of the dresses and suits are all very similar. hopefully that won't be boring to look at lol.

if there's anything in particular you'd like to see/have any questions, or even suggestions, lmk!! and follow my 'anastasia illustrated guide' tag for more updates :)

#anastasia broadway #anastasia #fan art #my art #iz draws #anastasia illustrated guide #long post #wip

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dailyfigures · 3 months

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Thinking about finally adding a Miku figure to my collection and I’m looking for recommendations on good ones that aren’t too hard to find these days.

A few criteria:

I only buy scales, not interested in prize/nendo/etc (prefer 1/7 but I’m okay with other sizes)

Love super cute outfits and hair styles

Hate super large bases for figures

Do you have any suggestions?

congrats on your mikufication! it's a little difficult to confidently recommend mikus since i get almost all my figures secondhand (so less readily available) and the ones i don't own i can only judge on visuals (which is ofcourse a matter of taste) and not quality. i'll still share some of my favourite mikus and hopefully you can get some inspo! :)

my favourite 1/7 mikus i own are trick or miku, heart hunter, vintage dress, digital stars 2020 (base is kinda big tho, takes up half a detolf shelf) and lam rock singer. of those only trick or miku and lam rock singer are readily available on popular figure sites.

my favourite 1/8 mikus i own are 2014 racing miku, 2016 racing miku and harvest moon.

some cute recent releases/preorders are NT style casual wear (1/6 scale), 39's special day, symphony 2022, racing 2010, racing 2021 private, 15th anniversary, maneki neko and 16th birthday. all of these should either be available for preorder or should be available soon when they release.

some cute ones that are a bit older are shaohua, hanairogoromo, the first dream, sakura fairy, 10th anniversary, birthday 2021, memorial dress, with solwa, racing 2019 and tony haregi. you might still be able to find a few of these still available on popular figure sites but you'd probably have to find them secondhand. the myfigurecollection comment sections can help with that.

please note that i don't own any of the figures in the last two categories so i can't judge the quality, the mfc comment section can also help with that! i hope any of this is useful for you!!!

#sorry for writing an essay i like too many miku figures and i'm a professional yapper #also i didn't include any furyu figures because i don't like furyu and i can never confidently tell you a furyu figure will turn out well #yeah. hope this helps and let me know if you have any other questuons!#ask #non figure

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daughterofthequeen · 7 months

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Big Baby

Pairings: Poe Dameron x reader

Request: can you maybe do poe dameron with a reader who just had to get incredibly painful shots and he goes to the appointment with them and just comforts and takes care of them during and after? im goin thru it rn LOL. totally okay if not tho!! <3 /gen

Requested by: @slide-the-ferret

Warnings: Needles(a personal fear of mine as well), it’s just a fluffy little one-shot nothing major, crying?, use of (y/n) a few times.

A/N: Yesss anon I 100% get what you mean. Now excuse me I gotta go water my grass with my tears because I don’t have a Poe Dameron to comfort me, in my times of pain and need😭 and the scenario of why they had to take shots I just pulled that out my tushy, meaning quarantine shots are not canon. I hope you enjoy.

Quarantine physicals are the worst! Why do I keep putting myself in these positions. It’s an easy mission, they said. You’re only scouting, they said. We’re relying on you, they said. The resistance has been looking for a new base and it’s proving pretty difficult. Every available fighter is constantly on the go, checking out any leads, back to back. I try to stay away from those types of missions though, all because of one thing. The quarantine physicals. After coming back from an exploration of an unknown planet, said pilots are required to be quarantined until they are cleared of their physical. It’s to make sure no undiscovered illnesses or anything of that nature came back with the pilot. And I’m pretty sure you can guess what happens if a unknown illness does come back, the planet is marked off the list of “maybe” planets and put on the “stay clear” list. And hopefully one of the known cures the doctors have work on said illness, but people coming back sick is rare, basically nonexistent. Recently, a well hidden planet actually came up on our scopes and guess who had to check it out? That’s right. Me!

All other pilots were out on their own missions, when I had just landed from a previous one with the rest of black squadron. Lucky me. I mean don’t get me wrong I would give my life for the resistance, but if medical shots are involved, it’s a hard “no” for me. It’s bad enough we have to get them every time we have an regular annual physical so, why would I add more to the list willingly.

Anyway, I’m currently sitting in the waiting area of the doctors office, waiting for my name to be called for my own quarantine physical. Normally, Poe would be in here with me. Yes it is against the rules but Poe and I are a special case, he helps the doctors by keeping me calm enough to take the injections. Wait a minute. Where is Poe?! He should be here by now! I quickly turned on my wrist comm preparing to tell him to get his butt down here but just as I was about to, he comes running through the door out of breath.

“Right on time.”

“Sorry I’m late.” He said as he takes a seat next to me.

“You forgot didn’t you?

“No. No, I didn’t forget. I just-“

“You forgot.”

“Yeah. Yeah I forgot.” He said lowly and we began laughing. It doesn’t take much for Poe to make my worries go away. It’s part of the reason why he’s my best friend. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It’s ok, you made it, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Just as I said that my name was called, and my anxiety went through the roof. Walking into the medical room, me sitting on the bed and Poe sitting in one of the guest chairs.

“Let’s see, (Y/n) (L/n), born on (P/n), occupation-pilot, what’s the last 4 digits of your chain code?”

“7980”

“I see that you’re here for your vaccine shots?” The nurse asked sitting down my medical folder.

“Yes.”

“Ok just sit back and relax, I’ll be back soon.”

I sat back, but I could not relax. How could I relax, I’m about to get stuck with painful needles. How do people find this easy? I didn’t even notice my leg bouncing until I felt Poe lay his hand on my knee.

“Relax.”

“Why do people keep telling me that?” And for some reason he found that funny.

“Because your stressing yourself out, and because the more tense you are the more it’s going to hurt. So you might wanna take the doctors advice on this one.”

“I don’t understand how people are able to relax during these things. The size of the needle doesn’t matter, they all feel the same. Painful.”

“Because of how quick the process is, the only reason it takes so long for you is because you fight the nurses. I’m pretty sure they know you by name, and the only reason they ask is because of protocol.” He laughs.

“Oh shut up, Poe.” I said while folding my arms as the nurse walks back into the room. Poe took this as his queue to stand and grab ahold of my hand, to comfort me and just in case he had to pin me down I suspect.

“Okay. I seen that you have a physical coming up. Would you like to get the shots for that out of the way now or wait?”

“I’ll wait” I said nervously

“Well in that case you only have two injections today.”

“Only?” I mumbled.

“You ready?”

“I guess.”

“Here is number one” I always feel bad for Poe, with how tight I squeeze his hands through these appointments, I’m pretty sure they become sore after. But he never complains so I don’t know for sure. Then I feel the needle piercing each layer of my skin agonizingly slow, and the pressure of the liquid being push into my arm.

“And number two.” This time I pressed my face into Poe’s torso, which he welcomed. And the same painful sensations went through my arm again. And soon the aching will begin throughout my arm, keeping me from being able to use it.

“All done, let me type up your papers then you are free to go.” The nurse said while walking back out to her computer.

“See? It wasn’t so bad.”

“We go through this every time Dameron. Yes, it was that bad. I just held my breath this time.”

“Did it work?”

“Barely.”

“Well I say that’s a win either way.”

“Alright you’re free to go.”

“Thank you.” Poe helped me down of the medical table and we walked to my room. I knew the pain was on its way, my arm was already starting to ache.

We made it inside my room and I sat down on my bed as Poe started the same routine that always follows after any appointment that includes me getting stuck with metal sticks. It’s the same every time, he starts my shower, while I’m in the shower he goes to the dining hall to get us both a meal, by the time he makes it back I’m already under my blankets, he joins me, we eat, and I end up falling asleep. It’s a very relaxing process and very sweet. I hear the shower start and I immediately stand and grab some clean pajamas and head to the bathroom seeing Poe checking the temperature.

“Remember to the warm water run in your arm to help ease the pain.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Okay, I will be right back and don’t wait til’ you get sleepy to get out the shower. You got lucky last time.”

“I was fine.”

“If you call falling asleep and almost falling in the shower fine. You’re lucky I forgot to ask what kind of juice you wanted. Speaking of which, what’s your choice for today?”

“Surprise me. And I had it under control.”

“You keep telling yourself that. Hurry and get in before the effects start kicking in, I’ll be right back.” I listened and got in the shower, making sure to let the warm water hit my arm. The steam from the shower, being freshly clean, and the side effects of the medicine was all starting to kick in. My arm was now aching and I was get sleepy. I got out the shower put my pajamas on and made my way to my bed. All of a sudden I felt my bed dip which woke me up from a slumber I didn’t know I was in.

“Wake up sweetheart it’s time to eat.”

I grumbled as Poe helped me sit up and once he made sure I was awake enough to eat he sat down my plate on my lap. He then got situated beside me and we started eating. Out of nowhere a sharp pain went through my arm causing me to let out a groan.

“Medicine starting to kick in?” To which I replied with a nod. I handed him my plate and he sat both to the side. He stripped off his tops layer of clothing so he was comfortable and got the both of us under the blankets. I made my place on top of his chest as sleep was calling me, and he was not helping as his hand was gently scratching my scalp.

“Thank you for always being there for me Poe.”

“Always. You mean more to me than all the stars in the galaxy. And whatever you need no matter how big or small, I’ll be there to help as much as I can.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“We’ll in that case there is one thing you can do.”

“And what’s that sweetheart?”

“Find a way to keep those evil people away from me.”

“What evil people sweetheart?”

“The doctors and nurses. They’re always trying to stick me with something, I’m starting to think they’re enjoying it.”

“Baby it’s their jobs and it’s only to keep you and everyone else safe. I mean you gotta admit needles aren’t that bad, the only thing painful about it are the side effects.”

“Excuse me, I have you know that needles are not as painless as you think, I swear I can feel every single layer of skin that the needle goes through.”

“I have to get shots too you know and they’re not bad.”

“To you.”

“You’re just a big baby.”

“Whatever.”

“But you’re my big baby.”

“Go to sleep Poe.”

And we did, enjoying the peace that being in each other’s arms brought, until the next morning when we are woken up by the alarm that lets everyone know, it’s time to get the day started.

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Angels Of Digitalism

Part 1 Part 2

Soap sat on the couch for a bit, continuing to draw. Simon looked over his shoulder as he worked.

He watched Johnny continue to draw. The little lines and different shades of grey. It didn’t really make sense to him until Johnny zoomed out to show everything. Simon followed each intricate detail, finding it all hypnotizing.

Johnny was so focused, he had his tongue between his teeth as he worked. It was cute. Simon glanced at Alejandro who was still deep in his phone.

Ghost decided to ask a question. “Have you ever heard of Sacred Geometry? Your work reminds me of it.”

“No.” Johnny answered as he continued to draw.

There was a moment of silence. Ghost was more than content to just let it be.

Johnny stopped what he was doing to look up, all of his attention suddenly on Ghost. “Are you going to tell me about it?”

Ghost paused, not expecting the artist they were paying to care about that. “Do you want me to?”

“Yeah. Sounds cool.” Johnny smiled at him and clearly waited for him to go on.

Simon nodded. “Sacred geometry is the study of the spiritual meaning in shapes. You know the fibonacci sequence right?”

“Yeah, in one of my art classes, we talked about it. If you use it while making trees and spirals, it makes them look more natural. One of the golden rations I believe.”

Simon grinned and Johnny smiled back. For a moment, Ghost wondered if he forgot to put his mask on, before realizing Johnny was just looking at his eyes. “Yeah. Exactly. Most of the time it’s just dozens of interlocking circles and spheres to make patterns but the other shapes are included sometimes. Cells make those patterns, atoms make those patterns, the solar system, the galaxy potentially our universe. All just boiling down into patterns that we can decipher and find the meaning of it all somehow. Circles mean the never ending loop, I believe something to do with reincarnation. The numbers that go into making them.”

“You think we can find the meaning?” Johnny asked him, looking at him with a strange amount of surety. Like Simon might actually know something.

Simon laughed a little and immediately wanted to take it back when Johnny looked embarrassed. ‘I don’t know. Don’t think there is much of a meaning to anything. I think we’re just here and then we’ll die.”

“How nihilistic.” Alejandro gave him a glare over Johnny’s head. A very clear ‘we’ve talked about this and have you talked to your therapist recently and are you taking your happy meds’ glare that made Simon roll his eyes at him.

“But if you find meaning in it, that’s up to you. Your work just reminds me of it.”

Johnny thought about it before laughing. “I think I know why! I used religious art as a reference fur some things. Especially angels, ye ken, cause o` yer name.”

Alejandro and Ghost made eye contact over his name again. Yeah, Soap was not subtle about being scottish, but his accent thickened so suddenly Ghost couldn’t really understand it. He did find he kinda liked it though.

“English, Soap.” Ghost decided to try.

Johnny slowly looked at him before hissing. “Awa' 'n' bile yer heid, ye british bas.”

Ghost blinked. “Yeah, that didn’t help. I understood that even less somehow.”

Johnny grumbled and went back to drawing. Ghost sipped his drink and decided maybe it was time to bow out. The harnesses were done. The rigging all done. Roach would hopefully be finishing up soon.

Johnny leaned into him, just a little. It was so he could get a better angle with what he was working on, but they were pressed close together.

Simon swallowed and waited for the usual panic that came from being unexpectedly touched so much, but nothing came.

Maybe therapy was working.

Alex and Roach stepped out of the room, both looking tired. “Alejandro, thank you so much for coming and helping.”

Soap glanced at Alejandro, really confused as all he saw him do was sit on the couch and type, but alright.

“No problem guys. I’ll come every day this week.” Alejandro stood up and he and Alex fistbumped and Alejandro squeezed Roach’s shoulder as he passed. “Oh, Simon?”

Ghost looked up.

“Continue being cute for me yeah?” He winked and Ghost blew him a kiss.

“Disgusting.” Rodolfo deadpanned. “Get a room.”

Alejandro spoke in Spanish to him and Rodolfo just shook his head.

“I forgot to get you yesterday Soap so I thought I should make sure you come with us this time.”

The lights went out through out the building.

“Why did they put them on timers? Doesn’t even make fucking sense.” Alex turned his phone on as he spoke, illuminating them all. Slowly, everyone else got their phones out and turned them on. “Didn’t realize how late it got.”

Soap hummed. “I thought you guys just turned them off yesterday…”

“We wouldn’t leave you in here. On purpose.” Rodolfo promised. “It’s why we sent Roach in.”

“Wait, where did Roach go?” Ghost stood up and looked around. He didn’t have his light on, but it wasn’t really necessary with so many lights already.

Roach gently brushed his hand and Ghost tensed for a moment, before calming when he saw it was just Roach. “There you are. Don’t wander off in the dark.” He grabbed his hand.

Rodolfo rubbed his temples. “Alright, let’s try to find the exit.”

They all fumbled around in the dark for a while. Soap awkwardly bumped into more people than he ever wanted to. He found the door though and everyone escaped the dark venue.

Ghost put on his helmet but perched on his motorcycle for a few minutes. Soap didn’t know why, but he waited with him.

Rodolfo did a quick head count of everyone before nodding. “Alright, everyone’s good to go home. Alex, remember, thirty minutes between edibles.”

“No.”

“Kill yourself then. Roach, please be careful in that car. It looks evil.”

Roach saluted him.

“Ghost, remember to take your meds.”

Ghost visibly shrank and crossed his arms. “Yeah, I fucking will.”

“Soap. Keep up the good work.”

“Wait, does Alejandro not get berated for something?? And why does Soap just get a keep up the good work?” Alex immediately complained.

Rodolfo shrugged. “Soap is my favorite coworker and Alejandro is a guest.”

Alejandro gasped. “Mi sol, a guest?? I am a guest??”

“Yes. You’re a guest star. But still a guest. You’re not on a contract right now.”

“Wow, are we not friends?” Ghost scoffed.

“We are friends. It’s how I knew you weren’t going to take your meds, Roach was going to speed, and Alex was going to get high. I don’t know what Soap does when he’s not here!”

Soap hummed. “Mostly just take online college classes and commissions.”

“Boring. I can’t say anything about that. Oh, make sure you get grades??” Rodolfo scoffed and motioned towards Soap. “Get a better haircut??”

“I like his mohawk.” Roach used an app on his phone so it sounded like the vocaloid he used. Soap thought that was pretty neat. “Plus, more importantly, I was not going to speed.”

“We have the Life360 app. Your top speed coming in was 95 miles. Ghost is a safer driver than you. And he doesn’t even have a license.”

“You don’t have a license?” Soap turned to him.

Ghost threw his leg over his motorcycle so he could get on properly. “Goodnight. I totally have a license.”

“Let’s see it then.”

“It has my face.”

“You can cover it up!”

Ghost revved his engine. “No.” He two finger saluted everyone and left quickly.

Roach watched him go with this… almost soft look in his eyes. He looked at Soap and held out a piece of gum.

Soap took it and popped it in his mouth, making Roach grin. “So, have any plans tonight?”

Roach texted him instead of using the voice app. “Not really. You?”

“Go home and relax I suppose.”

“Want to come back to my place?”

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