#I'm very happy that I was able to settle on a combination that I liked

[fell-court]

I have decided to give Lorenza even more wings~

[octuscle]

A biker decides to throw a party at his house but only invite one guy to turn him into his dream house boy.

(Rest in DMS xxx)

I'm convinced that I'm a fucking jackpot. I'm clever, I'm damn successful professionally with my biotechnology start-up. And thanks to my genes, hard work in the gym and some of my own inventions, I can't say I'm anything other than a wank template made flesh.

My mother, who sadly passed away at an early age, always said that envy is the most honest form of appreciation. My fucking neighbor must appreciate me enormously. Envy literally oozes from every pore of his big drunkard nose. An incredibly unpleasant guy. He's hated me ever since I offered him USD 5 million for his apartment to enlarge my dressing room and add a spa to my bathroom. Luckily, I have a range of products to help me with my plans. And I want to be rid of this pain in the ass by New Year.

The flyer with "Dear neighbor, it may get a little noisy today, but just come to my party. There'll be caviar and champagne, as much as you like" I just dropped it in my neighbor's letterbox. I knew he wouldn't be able to resist this offer. So at 7 p.m., my doorbell rings. I smile at him and say that he's quite early. He's already at the caviar bowls, shoveling Beluga Severol onto his blinis. Well… What can I say… It's not beluga… But I'm proud of the effect.

With his mouth full, my unkempt, disgusting neighbor asks when the other guests are coming. He'd like to be back in his apartment by then. Too bad, I reply, you would have hoped to settle your dispute today. I open a bottle of Dom Perignon and pour two glasses. I grin. I grin very broadly. I can see that the "caviar" is already starting to take effect. My neighbor burps. And farts. Phew! It stinks of fermented herring! But I can see his fat melting away. He looks younger and younger. And he has to fart again. Holy shit, my invention is obviously not free of side effects. My neighbor starts giggling silly. He lisps so that his pants slip down. He starts calling me "Daddy". He asks if his daddy wants to dance with him. He starts shaking his increasingly grotesque-looking ass. Somehow, unlike the rest of his body, it's not getting any slimmer. His pants slide to the floor. He strips naked, still dancing. And asks if Daddy has anything to wear. I have something prepared…

The advantage of the motorcycle suit is that when I'm not fucking the Dainese drone, it holds my houseboy's farts. In a week's time, just after the New Year, the workmen will arrive and combine his and my apartment. He'll get a room next to the laundry room. And a special ventilation system will be installed in the darkroom. Otherwise, it's really no fun fucking my houseboy's otherwise damn delicious big ass.

That was all a few months ago now. Yes, I've gotten used to my boi's flatulence. I've decorated him a bit. With his teenage fuzz on his upper lip, he looks even dumber than he's actually become. But he blows like a devil. And I love it when he's happy as a puppy when I come home in the evening.

First two pics found @elbe-lad, home of hot leather studs.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 8

Look at you lucky ducks! Two WIP Wednesday excerpts today! I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to it. Going forward I may update each fic on alternating weeks. I have a busy few months coming up if everything goes to plan and could use the buffer in case I can't get much writing done. We'll see, though.

I'm going to start leaving a fic summary at the beginning of every excerpt in case people find this in the wild and want to know what they're getting into.

Summary: Danny is finally going to meet Jazz's boyfriend Jason. At Jason's family's mansion. He spent weeks making sure he could have an evening off of any Ghost King business. But when he meets Jason on the steps of the mansion, he can barely pay attention to the guy because his focus is on the ghost of the dead Robin hanging off his shoulders. Who is very happy to find someone who can actually see him.

Word Count: 1.4k

First, Previous

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“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Tim and Barbara’s typing seemed to get faster. And then a pair of pixie boots and legs settled on the table next to his plate. He looked up and met Robin’s eyes.

Robin reached out an poked Danny on the nose. He gave a little trill of safe, friends drawing a smile out of Danny.

At the same time, Duke exclaimed, “That’s why you have a crown!”

And Steph said, “Okay, I may be out of the loop, but what the hell are the Infinite Realms?”

Damian snorted. “Aren’t you too young to be a king of anything?”

Danny half stood. “Look, do you want to go spar or something? Is that why you keep picking fights? Because we can do that. Fighting is good for young liminals. But I really don’t think this is the time or place.”

Jazz groaned and dragged him back into his seat. “Stop it, Danny. You’re on Earth right now.” Speaking over Danny’s protests, she explained to Damian, “We wish. Managed to get them to delay until he turned eighteen at least, but his grandfather wouldn’t let us wait any longer than that.”

Danny let the fight drop, but he did notice how Damian’s grip on his spoon tightened. Looked like they would be having that spar tonight if Damian had anything to say about it. Still, Jazz was right and he had to follow human customs on Earth so he bumped his sister’s shoulder and spoke to her instead. “You know as well as I do that he would’ve if it was possible. But thanks to Pariah, there are things that haven’t been done in a thousand years and it’s been causing so many problems.”

“Steph,” said Barbara. “The Infinite Realms are the spaces between universes according to Constantine. His documentation states that the Realm’s inhabitants are all incredibly overpowered and should not be approached under any circumstances. Just one being can evade all methods of capture with standard supplies.”

Jazz nodded. “And our parents dedicated their lives to building a portal to the Infinite Realms, or the Ghost Zone as they call it, and destroying all ghosts.”

“By ‘ghosts,’” asked Bruce, “Do you mean beings from these Infinite Realms?”

Jazz nodded. “Yes. Most beings from the Infinite Realms come into being when a living creature dies in a traumatic way, with a lot of emotion, or near a large source of ectoplasm. Usually some combination of all three.”

Both Tim and Bruce tried to ask further questions, but Jason’s voice cut in over theirs. “Jazz, when you say your parents wanted to ‘destroy all ghosts,’ did they stop after Danny’s accident?” Jason’s question did, at least, cause silence to fall as everyone stared at the two siblings.

Jazz looked down and gripped the tablecloth tightly, jaw clenched. Now it was Danny’s turn to lay a comforting hand over hers.

“No,” Danny said. “They didn’t. They didn’t know what happened for several years and when they found out… Well, there’s a reason I can’t use their last name and Jazz won’t call them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ anymore. But”—Danny clapped his hands—“this is a great segway into what is actually important. Does the Justice League know about the Guys in White? More formally known as the Ghost Investigation Ward? Or even just GIW?”

“That name is unfamiliar to me,” said Bruce.

Tim agreed. “Babs and I aren’t seeing anything in the JL databases.”

Even Robin just shrugged.

Danny didn’t expect the jolt of pain that sent through his chest and Jazz turned their hands around until they were gripping each other’s hands with more force than any baseline human would’ve been able to.

“I told you, Danny. They didn’t know. They didn’t know.” Her eyes were wet, but she forced a shaky smile. “You could’ve had help.”

Danny just shook his head. “Even if I had believed they didn’t know… Without meeting them, without knowing how many of their own were in danger, I would’ve never trusted them. Too many people rely on me for me to risk it.”

“Care to enlighten the rest of us?” asked Dick. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that hadn’t been there earlier.

Robin nodded from where he sat staring at Danny. He sent out a questioning Danger? pulse at Danny.

“Yeah, danger,” agreed Danny. “Barbara, Tim, if I give you a law code number, can you pull up the law I’m referring to?”

“Of course,” agreed Barbara. “Just a moment… And shoot.”

Danny gave them the code for the Anti-Ecto Acts. “The Guys in White are the government agency responsible for enforcing the Anti-Ecto Acts which classify all ‘ectoplasmic entities’”—he made the air quotes—“as non-sentient and non-sapient and excludes us from the metahuman protection acts.”

“What the fuck!” shouted Duke.

Next to Danny, Dick suddenly was sitting up tense. “That’s impossible.”

“The league would’ve noticed such an act being passed,” said Damian, though he didn’t look as sure as his words would seem.

Cass merely tilted her head and looked at him while Steph choked on her drink.

Bruce looked to Tim and Barbara. “Is this true?” he asked them.

Robin pointed to himself and mouthed the word ‘Me?’ at Danny.

“I’m afraid so. And Bruce, Cass, Steph, and Damian as well.”

Dick’s spluttering got louder. “How are they all in danger?” he demanded to know.

Before Danny could reply, Tim was speaking. “It’s all true. And far worse than Danny implied. Not only are ecto-entities not protected by the metahuman protection laws, but they are to be actively hunted and turned over to the GIW for experimentation and extermination and anyone who assists them is declared guilty of treason.”

“When did they pass?” asked Bruce.

“Four years ago,” said Barbara. “While Luthor was president. They were hidden in some laws about green energy.”

“Ghost are made of ectoplasm,” explained Jazz. “Ectoplasm is a fantastic energy source.”

“It happened a few months after I defeated the previous king but before my coronation,” added Danny.

“Why do you think myself, Damian, Cass, Stephanie, and Jason will be targeted by this Ghost Investigation Ward?”

“It’ll be easier to show you.” Danny reached down and pulled up his bag. The thing was made in Pandora’s realm and was bigger on the inside. Once open, it took him a moment to find what he was looking for. He could see Robin signing to the group next to him. “Here we are,” Danny said as he pulled out three devices. “These are all different ectoplasm detection devices. One is my own design, one is the Guys in White’s design, and one is my parent’s design. I’ll show you mine first because it’s the best.”

“Might be a dumb question,” started Dick, “but what the hell is ectoplasm?”

“So you know how all the elements in this universe came about from nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of stars?” asked Danny. When most everyone nodded, he continued, “In the Infinite Realms, that base element is ectoplasm. But there’s no need for a star to transform it into anything else. It will mold to the shape any consciousness that interacts with it wants. When sentient creatures slip through, either by a portal or through death or any other means, they shape the part of the Realm they’re in to their will. The stronger the ghost, the larger the area they control.” Holding out his hands, Danny called forth a ball of ectoplasm, shaping it into a glowing-green ice duck. “Something like this,” he commented grinning around the table.

Only to be met with horrified looks as most of the table were staring at his hands with distrust. Damian had his knife out again. Jason, his gun with the other arm held protectively in front of Jazz. Bruce was standing and Cass tense.

“What’s wrong?” asked Danny. “It’s just an ice duck sculpture. Completely harmless.”

Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

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Next

Challenge: Stay on one topic for more than two sentences.

Outcome: Failed.

They keep getting side tracked with more questions. And Danny still hasn't had a bite of his pie. This evening will never be over.

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[kwanisms]

Birthday Gifts — h.jisung

» stray kids masterlist «

➮ idol!Jisung × f!reader (feat. one kiss between the reader & Felix) wc: 1.5k summary: Meeting Felix really changed your whole world but with Felix came Jisung who could potentially ruin everything or make it better. It's a 50/50 chance you haven't been willing to take before. But maybe, just maybe, you can make an exception at their shared birthday party. genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; party themes?? It's a house birthday party lol; idol au warnings: adult language, female reader, party setting, reader & Felix share a kiss one time but there's nothing going on between them, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special tags: @anyamaris & @mint-yooxgi cause of told them about the dream that inspired this. also tagging @yoonguurt cause she's the bestie and always gets a tag 🍄꒰｡•◡•｡꒱🍄 join my taglists: permanent | group Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. 

a/n: this is based off a dream I had last night so Happy Birthday to Felix and Han. Yes, I'm posting this even tho I'm officially on hiatus so if you see this, shhh no you didn't. 🤫 thank you for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: unprotected sex (use condoms and other contraceptives pls), quickie (like it's super fast lmao sorry Ji), use of a singular pet name (baby), he cums inside her and that's about it. Very short and sweet lol

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You knew it was wrong and that you should have told him to stop a long time ago but you just couldn’t bring yourself to say no to Jisung. Not at his birthday party. Granted, he was sharing the day with Felix but it was still his day, too.

“Fuck,” Jisung grunted from behind you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “C’mere,” he gasped, turning you back around to face him, taking your lips in a searing kiss.

That was how it had started. With a kiss.

“I want my birthday present,” Felix announced suddenly, causing you and everyone else to turn and look at him. The others were baffled but you knew exactly what he meant. He’d come up to you at the start of the party, one you had planned so meticulously, and pulled you aside.

You apologized for not getting him a present but he assured you that the party was more than enough but you were adamant. You still wanted to give him a gift. You promised anything he wanted within reason and a cheeky smile had spread across his face.

“Anything I want?” he asked in that deep voice. You nodded firmly.

Meeting Felix had been a happy accident with him running, quite literally, into you at an aquarium in the states when he was touring. He’d tripped over a bump in the carpet and went down, unfortunately taking you with him.

If he hadn’t been so engrossed in the conversation with Changbin and Hyunjin, he might not have tripped at all. A visit to the first aid station and several hundred apologies later, the two of you were thick as thieves, even combining groups to finish walking through the aquarium.

After exchanging contact details, Felix promised to keep in contact as often as he could while you learned everything you could about kpop and a group called Stray Kids.

As fate would have it, the company you worked for had an opportunity to expand its market into South Korea and you jumped at the chance to move to Seoul for the job. You settled into your apartment and job and called Felix as soon as you were able to spare some time and it was like you hadn’t been thousands of miles apart.

You met the rest of his members, befriending them all quite quickly. Through Felix, your friend group exploded and you were soon a regular member of the group. Felix had begged you to plan this party, enlisting the help of Jisung with whom you remained friendly with.

You always kept your distance from Jisung who attributed this to you being shy but in reality, you were so insanely attracted to him that you couldn’t trust yourself to be alone with him. You knew if he made even the slightest move on you, you wouldn’t be able to control yourself and would take whatever he offered you.

“Anything you want,” you promised, smiling as Felix leaned in to whisper in your ear. So when he announced he wanted his gift, looking right at you as everyone turned to face him, you already knew what he wanted.

At the mention of a gift, Jisung had perked up. It was his party too after all. “I want a present, too!” he pouted as a few heads turned in his direction, a couple guests snickering as you glanced at Felix. Your best friend smiled calmly. “You can ask her for one,” he replied. “But you can’t ask for the same gift.”

Jisung rolled his eyes at that but after you crossed the distance and grabbed Felix by the face, pulling him into a kiss, Jisung backpedaled so fast. “Wait, no. I changed my mind,” he croaked as you and Felix parted. “I want the same present.”

His comment earned him a soft smack upside the head from Chris while the rest of the guests chuckled lightheartedly, even Felix joining in. You laughed along with them but you knew deep down if Jisung really wanted something, he went for it.

Felix you could trust yourself to stop kissing. But Jisung? You knew if he kissed you, it would end the same way. With your pants around your ankles and his cock buried in you from behind.

So when he cornered you later after the cake had already been cut and served, pulling you out of the main room into one of the unoccupied bathrooms of the apartment, you knew you were doomed. Any sense you had, left the moment he shut the door, turning the lock.

“Jisung,” you said softly as he moved to stand in front of you. It was meant to be a warning but your voice was too shaky. Luckily, he didn’t notice. “Why can’t I have the same present as Felix?” he demanded. You shut your eyes tightly trying to push him out of your mind.

Just standing so close, he was invading your senses from the heat radiating from his body to the sound of his voice in your ears, drowning out every other sound to the smell of his cologne. You needed to leave this room and fast if you wanted any chance to salvage your strained relationship with him.

“Can we talk about this later?” you asked, trying to push past him for the door but he wasn’t having it. Instead he pinned you against the door. Your breath caught in your throat.

‘One.’

You looked up to meet his heated gaze.

“Why do you always avoid me?” ‘Two.’

“Can we not do this right now? This party is for both you and Felix,” you replied. “Let’s just enjoy the party, please.” Jisung shook his head. “No,” he answered. “Not until you answer me.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, placing your hand on his chest and pushing him away. Jisung accepted this and took a step back. “It’s because I know myself,” you started. “With Felix, I can control myself. I can kiss him easily and then stop.” Jisung said nothing as you continued.

“But with you…” you trailed off. “With you I know I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

Realization dawned on Jisung’s face as you spoke.

“If I kissed you,” you added, meeting his gaze once more. “It would only end one way.”

Jisung closed the distance between you with one step. “And what way is that?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Your words failed you as you looked into his eyes, a gaze so intense that it made heat rush to your core looking back at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“With our pants around our ankles, me bent over that counter, and your cock buried inside me.” ‘Three.’

No sooner than the words had been said did Jisung have you pinned against the door, lips against yours in a rushed and messy kiss. It was soon after he had you pinned against the sink counter, your hands gripping the sides of the vanity as he rutted against you, allowing you to feel his hardening cock through your pants.

Which led to where you were currently.

He’d turned you to face him, lips moving against yours as his hands fumbled with your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them before pushing them down along with your panties as you did the same, hurriedly undressing his lower body.

“Up,” he commanded, helping you up onto the counter as he lowered his fingers to your waiting cunt, rubbing through your folds to find you were already pretty wet. Almost pathetically so. It was stupid the effect he had on you. Jisung wasted no time, spitting into his hand and rubbing it along his length before taking himself in his hand to line up with your aching core.

Without another word, he pushed into you, gliding much easier than you expected until he was bottomed out. You whined into his shoulder, clawing at his shirt to hold on for dear life as he started to pound into you mercilessly, hips rocking against yours. You had to bite your bottom lip to keep from making too much noise as the party continued on outside the bathroom.

“Ah shit, baby,” Jisung rasped in your ear as your walls clenched around him. “You gonna cum already?” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. You nodded, holding back whimpers and moans as you buried your face in his neck.

It was embarrassing how fast he was able to pull an orgasm out of you, your thighs squeezing around his waist as he helped you ride it out before chasing his own high and emptying his load into you with a shudder and a low groan which he muffled in your shoulder.

It was so quick it made your head spin and as you both came down from your highs and came back to the reality of the situation, Jisung couldn’t help but chuckle, prompting you to pull back and look at him.

“What’s so funny?” you huffed. Jisung shook his head before meeting your gaze.

“You were wrong,” he said simply. You stared at him incredulously.

‘Wrong?’

“How am I wrong?” you asked as he shook his hair out of his eyes.

“Well,” he started. “I didn’t bend you over the counter.”

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[nerdieforpedro]

She's Under the Weather

Marcus Pike x plus size female reader

Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI

Main Masterlist / Marcus Pike Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6k (I got right into it - I surprised myself)

Summary: You have a day off and Marcus finds a reason to come home early.

Warnings: don't choke! Soft Marcus, unprotected P in V (wrap up people), inside jokes, cockwarming, aftercare

Notes: There truly isn't too much to this. I'm trying to work on getting to the meat of the issue (Pun was fully intended). I felt like adding Marcus Pike smut to the Pike Pool after finally making the man a Masterlist. He deserves equal sweaty time like other Pedro boys!

Six months of dating Marcus had changed you, a former wallflower, now a blooming rose with new found confidence in yourself. Marcus always asked you what you wanted, how you wanted things and took it at your pace. It had been so long since you’d been pampered. It was almost as if he worshiped the ground you walked on, different places to eat out twice a week, the lunches he put together for you. It was all so overwhelming. It did make you wonder what you could do for him. Anything to return an ounce of the reassurance and grace he offered you. Even when the pair of you were in the throes of passion, his answer was the same,

“Only you could make me feel this way. I have all I need right here.”

It was a cool Tuesday November morning, you had the day off due to a happy accident of having too much PTO and needing to use it before it expired. You had kissed Marcus goodbye as he headed off to work, you were sitting on his couch, wrapped up in a throw blanket as you hadn’t felt the need to set dressed yet. The combination of your cool thighs and warm shoulders felt good. A ping from your phone told you two things: one, that Marcus has arrived safely at his office and two that he wanted a picture of you. Seeing his favorite girl relaxing would make him happy, he said. You wondered what pose you should do, but settled for a simple portrait photo complete with a messy poofy bun, red cotton sleep camisole that was comfortable to you and a smile. 

Have a great day at work today. Stay safe and I love you Marcus.

When you only saw read and nothing else, you put the phone down and went to get dressed, putting on a purple scoop neck shirt with fleece leggings. You decided that you’d look around Marcus’s apartment and cook him some dinner for when he got home.

Marcus nearly choked on his coffee. 

He had checked his phone while he sat in another boring meeting held with the directors of each department, briefing them on various happenings in the FBI. A meeting that very literally could have been an email. 

He cleared his throat and excused himself out of the room, not taking his eyes off the photo you’d sent him. Your sweet face with a matching smile looking up at the camera, the deep red of your camisole lazily draped across your skin and the ample amount your chest that was exposed for him, if he squinted, he may be able to make out the outline of your nipples peeking at him, enticing him. A fellow agent exited the meeting to check on Marcus to which he politely waved the young one off. He lied and told him he had to go home and check on you, that you’d taken some time off because you were feeling under the weather. He also added that he’d likely be out the rest of the day and would complete half of his work from home so there wouldn’t be any delays. The younger agent said he would let the team know and Marcus was off, gathering his belongings from his office and headed home to you.

Milling around the house, you had decided on spaghetti and meatballs for dinner as that’s the ingredients you had. Now that dinner was planned, it was late morning and you hadn’t had your coffee yet. As you started a fresh pot, the door opening and slamming closed started you. Putting the pot down and picking up a pair of scissors, you slipped behind the kitchen island putting something between you and whoever this was.  

“Baby! Where are you? Come here!” A voice you last heard this morning called out to you, setting the scissors down, you relaxed upon seeing him throw his suit jacket on the floor and remove his tie, quickly closing the gap between the two of you. 

“Marcus?! What are you doing home? Shouldn’t you be-” His lips crashed against yours, finally rid of his tie as he cupped your face, his hands still cool from outside. His hips pressed against yours, hungry, nibbling on your lips until you opened your mouth with a moan and let him in. His hand then trailed to the small of your back, pressing your body against his, grinding into you with a sense of urgency. When he allowed you a breath, he parted only to pull your shirt up and off you as he’d felt moments ago you weren’t wearing a bra. Pike pushed you back against the counter, his hands warming themselves on your hot skin with his face between your breasts before he veered toward the left and circled his tongue around your areola. The air was heated from his mouth and your hands pulled his head closer to your breast encouraging him to continue. He let out a light chuckle,

“You weren’t feeling that well and sent me an SOS sweetheart.” You were going to ask if it was your text this morning but he took your nipple into his mouth and wrapped his lips around your areola sucking hard. 

“Yes I feel so fucking bad…” You whine weakly, your fingers dancing across his back before feeling him tug at your leggings. Moving his hands, you removed his button down shirt and while he took another pause to remove his undershirt, you removed your legging and underwear. Exposing how slick he had managed to make you, you cleared your throat before making two hops up onto the counter. “Now I really do feel a little bad, you could have helped me up Marcus.” Your boyfriend smiled at your fake pout, removing his belt, dropping his pants and boxers, stepping out of both. 

“You got up there honey. Besides, I got to see you do it. That’s a special kind of reward in and of itself. You alright here?” He asked, spreading your thighs and settling himself between them. Lined up with your wet core, he looks up at you, kissing your nose before your lips. “Tell me.” He asks.

“I’m so sick Marcus you’re supposed to be making me feel better because I’m ill.” Your bottom lip was stuck out, still going with the sick angle Marcus had mentioned when asked. He nibbled your lip that was poked out and slid into you slowly, taking his time to become flush with your hips.

“I always take care of my sweetheart. You’ll feel a hell of a lot better shortly.” He didn’t move though, he enjoyed watching you get a little frustrated with him for not immediately rutting into you, despite telling him that’s what you wanted. He instead held your leg under your knee and spread you a little more, moving slowly, purposely dragging inside of you.

“Marcus…” You moaned in his ear, wrapping your arms around his back to pull him close. He started to increase his pace as your free leg snaked behind his hips. He grunted, knowing you weren’t playing fair. He was one to savor while you often wanted it as soon as possible. 

“That’s how you’re play it Love? Alright then. Let’s see how quickly I can get you better then.” The smirk on his face as he released your leg and took hold of your hips made your brows furrow. He stopped again, letting you squint your eyes at him. Your noses touched as he smiled and began his quick thrusts of his throbbing heat into you, having you yelp his name. “Feeling a bit better, are we sweetheart?” Marcus teased biting your shoulder, the loud groan that released from your throat told him all he needed to know as he continued, sucking where he bit. 

“I’m close, so close Marcus…” You panted, scratching his back. Your head hit the backsplash on the wall and he released one of your hips to grab your head, but you shot him a stern look and he placed his hand back where it was. Despite how roughly he was moving his hips, Marcus always made sure you were safe and it was one of the many things you loved about him. That wasn’t what you needed right this moment though. He did move his hand one more time, however, this was to pitch your swollen nipple that he had been sucking on earlier. Your walls began to quiver more quickly feeling ever closer to what he’d started, you felt him as well, pulsing inside of you before he filled you with his last few pumps. The sensation and the churning of his spent inside of your core made you call his name and climax, digging your nails into his back. Falling forward into your chest, Pike kissed above your left breast where your heart was. Your hand left his back and ran through his hair, “I’m happy you’re home. I guess me being ‘sick’ has its perks.” 

You kissed his forehead as he sat up, not pulling out yet, content to stay within you a bit longer. He brushed a few stray hairs out of your eyes so he could look at them. “Yes you were so sick honey.” The two of you laugh, Marcus stands at his full height and presses on your chest with his hand lightly, meant for you to stay right where you are. He makes his way into the bedroom and comes back with a warm washcloth to clean you up and wipe off the counter a bit, noting that he’ll need to wipe that down later. “Let’s get you to bed shall we? Come on.” This time, he helps you down and you both lay down for a midday nap followed by another afternoon treatment for your ‘sickness.’

Pike pool swimmers (safety first!) 🛟: @secretelephanttattoo @trulybetty @magpiepills @i-own-loki @morallyinept @pedritapascal @yorksgirl @goodwithcheese @marcus-is-my-muse @megamindsecretlair @pamasaur @guelyury @legendary-pink-dot @pedroshotwifey @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 7

Chapter 6

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Roger and I boarded the train for our mission.

(We are lovers who eloped and ended up in this village after wandering with no destination in sight)

...That was the scenario Victor came up with to conceal our identities.

Roger: The villagers kindly accepted us, so I was able to save my beloved from starving to death.

(Me? And this refreshing smile, who is this?)

We successfully entered the village, but I blinked in surprise at Roger's drastic transformation.

Roger: Kate, let's settle in this village and be happy.

Kate: Y-Yes. Let's be happy, Roger... Rog--.

Roger kissed me on the cheek, and my fake smile became even more awkward.

But perhaps due to Roger's convincing acting, the villagers welcomed us warmly and served us welcome dishes one after another.

Village Woman: You must have been anxious. You'll be safe in this village now, the Spirit God will protect everything.

Village Man: Oh, yes! Those who believe in the Spirit God will be saved. He can ward off diseases.

Spirit God: ..............

The villagers smiled at the man who had been sitting in the center and hadn't spoken a word since we arrived.

(...This is the Spirit God?)

(He looks about 50 years old? He looks like an ordinary person...)

But as a Fairytale Keeper who had seen evil up close, I had come to understand that a person's appearance is just an appearance, and that evil dwells in the heart.

(Even so, the story of him "warding off diseases" seems to be widely accepted in this village.)

(It's impossible for a human to ward off diseases. There must be some kind of trick...)

Kate: Hmm?

I felt a tug on my skirt and looked down to see a little girl about five years old smiling at me.

Blonde-Haired Child: Is it yummy?

(Huh... What's with her mouth...? ...Maybe it's because she's still young?)

Kate: Yes, it's very delicious. Thank you.

When I thanked her, she smiled happily too.

This village is very peaceful and full of smiles.

It's like a utopia where all the scary things have been eliminated.

--But such a thing sadly doesn't exist in this world.

(There's definitely something strange about this village.)

--

After being thoroughly welcomed, Roger and I finally had a moment alone.

Roger: This village stinks, doesn't it?

Kate: Yes, I agree. There's something about this village...

The existence of the Spirit God, and other indescribable discomforts lingered in the air.

Roger: Let's hear your thoughts first, lil' lady.

Kate: As Victor mentioned, if an undercover police officer was killed in this village...

Kate: The villagers should be wary of newcomers.

Kate: In fact, they should have refused us entry. But they're too kind to us.

Kate: I don't want to doubt their kindness, but we're definitely... being watched.

(The people who welcomed us with smiles probably have a hidden side...)

Roger: Yeah, I have the exact same view. So, tell us what you know, Liam.

Kate: Huh, Liam?

(Come to think of it, Liam infiltrated the village earlier to gather information...)

I looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Kate: Liam, are you hurt? Are you hungry?

I spoke into the empty air, and only my voice echoed back.

Liam's Voice: Heh, I'm not hurt, and I'm not hungry. And I'm on the other side.

Kate: Oh, I'm sorry. But how did you know where he was, Roger?

Roger: My ears pick up the sound of Liam's heartbeat and his presence. So it's pointless for him to disappear.

Liam's Voice: My ability and Roger's ability are the worst combination. Let's move a little further away.

Liam's figure, which had been moving stealthily, truly disappeared.

-

I followed Roger to a place a little away from the villagers' residences.

Where he stopped, Liam's figure appeared as if by magic.

(The ability to disappear is amazing no matter how many times I see it.)

Liam: I've been undercover in this village for a few days and I'll tell you everything I've learned.

Liam: To cut to the chase, this village... or rather, the Spirit God, is shady.

Kate: I knew it. How is he warding off diseases?

The most important thing is the trick he uses to make the villagers believe him.

Liam: The trick is very simple.

Liam: He's not warding them off, he's just giving diseases to those who don't believe.

(No way...)

Liam: The Spirit God was poisoning and inflicting diseases on those who didn't respect or doubted him.

Liam: The villagers, unaware of this scheme, were simply under the illusion that they were being protected from diseases.

Liam: Hey Roger, do you know Gracefield Royal Hospital?

Liam: It seems that the man called the Spirit God used to be a doctor there.

(Gracefield Royal Hospital...?)

Roger: That's a hospital that has existed in England for a long time.

Roger: It gathers extremely talented doctors, but it's also very competitive.

Roger: Incompetent doctors are treated as failures and quickly fired.

Kate: You know a lot about it.

Roger: I left there a long time ago and started my own practice, but my father and a "dear friend" were once doctors there.

(Dear friend...)

There was a hint of warmth in Roger's voice when he said that.

Roger: Now that we know this much, all that's left is to secure physical evidence...

Liam: Oh, I also found the medicine storage. Roger, you can tell which ones are poison, right?

Roger: As expected of my cat. Well done, Liam.

Liam: I'm glad it went well without any mistakes.

At that moment, Roger raised an eyebrow.

Liam: ...Hmm, Roger, what's wrong?

Roger: ..............

His eyes stared into the darkness.

Roger: ...I can "hear" someone approaching, from all directions.

Kate: What?

Roger: Yeah, there are quite a lot of them. Is this the whole village coming together?

Kate: Are we surrounded!?

Roger: Haha, seems like it. Well, at least it'll be a quick conversation.

It seems Roger is ready to face them head-on.

Liam: Yeah, yeah, it's okay. We won't lose no matter how many of them come at us.

(Even Liam!)

Kate: There are about 200 villagers!

Roger: We each just need to take down 100 of them.

Kate: Are you serious!?

While we were arguing, I could also hear footsteps approaching.

Candles flickered in the darkness.

Roger: Here they come.

Village Man: ...So you were also one of those who threatened the existence of this village.

Village Woman: And you even brought friends! How did you get in here, you abomination?

Liam: Hmm, I've been here the whole time.

(The peaceful atmosphere when they welcomed us feels like a lie.)

The villagers' gazes were cold, and I could sense their determination to expel us, the foreign objects that had entered their miniature garden.

It was as if their thoughts had been taken over by the "Spirit God," like puppets.

Village Man: Spirit God, what shall we do with these people?

Spirit God: Capture the three of them. I will punish the traitors with my power.

Upon hearing those words, Roger twisted his lips in mockery.

Roger: Power, huh? If you were cursed, I'd let you live and add you to my valuable test subjects...

Roger: But it seems you're not. Liam, no holding back. Capture them.

Liam: ...Understood.

As Liam flashed a knife in his hand and tensed his legs to get a running start, a scream rose from the crowd.

(What happened!?)

The moment I realized that the collapsed figure next to the screaming woman was the blonde girl who had spoken to us during the meal, I started running towards her.

Kate: ...Please make way!

Village Woman: What? Don't come any closer!

I was pushed back as I tried to approach the girl who was lying there in pain, and I desperately reached out my hand.

Kate: This is no time to be saying that!

Village Woman: If you hadn't come, this wouldn't have happened! You are demons who brought disease!

I saw her hand raised and closed my eyes, prepared to be slapped on the cheek.

(...!)

Roger: Stop it. This girl's collapse has nothing to do with her.

I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice and saw Roger grabbing the woman's wrist.

--CHOICES--

Thank You

I'm sorry, I acted without thinking

Please help that child

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Kate: Roger, please help that child!

Roger: Yeah, leave it to me.

The villagers cowered under Roger's intimidation, and we pushed our way through to reach the girl's side.

Blonde-Haired Child: ...Ugh...

The girl's body was stiff, her eyes wide open, and her limbs convulsing.

Kate: ...Roger, what should we do?

Roger: Judging from the symptoms, it's tetanus.

Roger: It's an infection where bacteria that entered through a wound invade the nerves.

Roger: It makes it difficult to open the mouth and eventually causes convulsions and paralysis throughout the body.

Roger: In the worst case, it leads to difficulty breathing and death.

Kate: No way...

Roger: Anyway, let's look for any wounds on this child.

Roger and I examined the girl's body together. Then, we found a wound near her calf.

Roger: ..............

Child's Mother: Spirit God! Please take away my child's illness!

Spirit God: ...!

The man called the Spirit God stepped back slightly.

Child's Mother: ...What's wrong? Why aren't you doing anything...?

Roger: It's no use clinging to him.

Roger: He's not a human with special powers.

Roger: He's a failed quack doctor who poisoned people and made it look like he was warding off diseases.

Village Man: Th-That's not true! The Spirit God is a child of God with special powers!

Roger: Then why can't he save this suffering child?

Roger: Why didn't he notice that she had tetanus until it got this bad?

Roger: A fake god cannot cure diseases. But with proper medicine, tetanus is a curable disease.

Spirit God: You're lying! Tetanus is supposed to be an incurable disease!

Roger looked at the Spirit God, who was shouting in desperation, with pity.

Roger: That's true with the outdated medicine in your brain.

Roger: A cure for tetanus has been discovered. It's still a miracle that it's been put into practical use, and there's still room for improvement, but...

(A cure has been discovered...?)

Kate: Really, Roger?

Roger: Yeah, but it's only held by the privileged class and not available to the general public at all.

Spirit God: ...Ha, haha! If it's not available, it's the same as not being able to save her!

Spirit God: Oh, that's right. There's no one in this world who can completely eradicate diseases.

Spirit God: So it's all your fault, you fools, for believing in me and entrusting everything to me.

Child's Mother: ...!

Roger grabbed the Spirit God's neck with one hand.

Spirit God: Gah!?

As he applied pressure with his fingertips, the Spirit God's face turned a murky red.

Roger: Didn't your mama teach you in the womb to listen to people until the end?

Roger: It's true that the tetanus cure isn't available to the public. But if it doesn't exist, we can just make it.

Spirit God: That's impossible...

Roger: It's possible for me, a former doctor.

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Chapter 8

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[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - The Returnee Household

Evening talks

As the saying goes, "The full moon heralds disaster…". But this time there's no disaster overtaking the city. Cyclone has managed to reactivate the internet for everyone (or, let's say, almost everyone), but most people haven't even noticed yet. That's why he had planned to go to the meeting point the next day, where the other people spent their time from time to time. And he hoped, of course, that he wouldn't run into the Altos there.

It's getting late on this Sunday evening. In the meantime, the three returnees have settled into their new home relatively well. Blair is also getting on better in the house. And she manages to prepare something to eat. Even blindfolded. "be careful with the knife, darling"/ "my fingers are still on my hand, hnhn".

"It was such a great idea that they provided us with this stove. I was told that there was another one like it somewhere. I can use it to preserve lots of things in jars for a long time, so we'll certainly have enough for the winter: as long as I get enough vegetables. But this will make a nice lime marmalade for now. Blair listened to her carefully. "mmh. Oh, do you happen to know if there's any peanut butter here?".

"hm, I don't think so, sweetie. Maybe there's a jar in someone's cupboard at home and long past its expiry date…"/ "Oh, it doesn't expire that quickly, believe me…mmh, I managed that quite well…didn't I?". In fact, the salad turned out well for Blair, despite the fact that she couldn't see how much of the ingredients she was actually adding. Everything was prepared by feel and there was enough for everyone.

Emma looked over at Cy. "How's your cough?"/ "I think the antibiotic is starting to work. I've only been taking it for two days, but it's no more rattling around in my lungs"/ "You were really lucky that Morgana still had antibiotics in her clinic. But who knows for how much longer… If something doesn't happen soon, we'll be completely without medication at some point".

"Believe me, Emma, ​​times will soon change for the better." Emma began to ponder a little. "We can no longer be delivered by road, hm..."/ "Right. Now think about it, what would be the last option to get goods here from outside?"/ "phh... airmail?"/ "Oh come on, don't play dumb..."/ "I just can't think of it right now, sorry, Cy, I'm tired."

"O.K., little mouse, before you fall asleep… By sea"/ "Huh? Oh, soo, you mean by ship… But there's no port here…"/ "Believe me, there are always ways and means of getting goods from one place to another. They'll find a way in somewhere…". Emma closed her eyes for a moment. "phew, o.k., let's leave it like that for now, I finally want to sleep. "/ "All right… But believe me, I'll find out what's going wrong here, you'll see"/ "yes… you'll do it, Cy, good night". Her tiredness made her sound almost a little indifferent, but she knew that once he had set his mind on something, he would go through with it.

The doorbell rang late at night. Justine Keaton came by with her little son. Kenny should have been in bed by now. But the little boy couldn't sleep, so she took him for a little walk and combined it with a short visit. Blair was surprised, but very happy about the late visit from her former colleague. "Where are you… Oh here… Can I give you a hug?".

The little boy had no fear of contact. But he did notice something. "Are you ouchy?"/ "No, it's no longer ouchy… It's just… Temporary,. Soon the thing will be gone, but then you mustn't be afraid of me"/ "Afraid? our little one isn't afraid of anything. he even sits in front of the open fire and is happy as anything"/ "hopefully not alone"/ "no, there's always someone around. Do you think you'll be able to go back to work soon?"

"No… No, I don't think so, Justine. I've learned to appreciate life so much by now, you know? I just don't want to sit at my desk and file things anymore"/ "I understand that, of course. I would just do need some help now and then. You can think about it. It's nice to see you again,"/"I can say the same to you next time we meet, hn".

Cyclone let Justine and her son out the door again a little later and then turned his attention to his girlfriend. "So you're going to do it tomorrow?"/ "mhm. I finally want to see everything again, even if I know what to expect…"/ "It's scary and frightening at first, but when you see what people have already rebuilt here, you quickly get used to it. Let's go to sleep."

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover 🙂

Small note about this episode: Justine's visit was spontaneous, I didn't expect anyone to come by so late, but it was a nice opportunity to incorporate it into the story 😊

[age-of-play-i-say]

Mama catching me vigorously humping the kitchen counter through my diaper, up on my tiptoes and holding my little skirt up out of the way to get any pressure at all through the soft layers on onto my baby parts.

My eyes are closed and my mouth is hanging open against my pink cheeks, which have a light layer of sweat to them, indicating I've been working at this for a while.

I don't look that successful, humping wildly but only seeming to rarely catch a good angle through all the crinkly padding. I whine and my face twists in frustration as my feet slip and I lose the perfect angle to pleasure myself with, again.

Mama smiles, knowing how tough the whole taping-the-diaper-closed thing is for me, Mama's horniest Baby.

Mama knows I could easily get off five or six times a day without breaking a sweat, my little brain being wholly absorbed in my own pleasure, and my sensitive parts growing so reactive whenever I'm little. Mama eventually taped my diaper for my own good when I couldn't control myself and kept trying to do special touch time everywhere.

Mama wants to help out her baby and knows baby loves to hump and hold, and after a quick check, she confirms that Baby's diaper is still dry. She's equally impressed and alarmed.

"Little one, this diaper went on hours ago and it's still dry, I thought I told you to release when you needed!" Mama's scolding but still, her cock starts swelling in her jeans.

Her Baby is desperate. Very desperate.

I won't stop trying to make my humpies, frantic to keep the hours of wee wees out of this babyish diapee! I'm trying to work out how to get out of it and use the big potty when Mama materialized behind me for a sudden diaper check.

Mama is not happy to find me dry and squirmy, flipping me around and quickly lifting me to settle on her hip. She bounces me to settle me in more than is strictly necessary, enjoying my desperate little wiggles after each soft impact against her hip.

Mama carries her baby to their bathroom, settling their wiggly butt on the edge of the tub before running off to grab her hitachi wand, which she plugs in and brings to kneel at my feet. She grabs my knees and forces them apart, which makes me whine and grind forward helplessly.

She holds the palm of her hand flat against the front of my diaper and squeezes, teasing me and my brimming baby parts.

"Sweetie, this is not good for your bladder, holding this long when you're so little!" She firmly swats the front of the diaper before pressing it against my soaked and twitching stiffie again. "I don't like that you're being stubborn, but I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm going to using the magic wand to get out all your stickies, but! I won't do it until your diapee is nice and wet, little baby, so what are you waiting for? I brought you to the potty room, and you're already wearing your potty!"

I whine and cant my hips forward, feeling shy about Mama's hand placement over my winkie where she'll be able to feel my tinkles when they come out but still bursting.

I whimper and try to let go but get startled by the rumble of the wand. I look down hopefully, only to find Mama placing the head of the wand against her hard cock with her left hand, squeezing her baby's excited parts with her right.

Seeing Mama's eyes flutter makes my winkie pulse and forces my bladder to contract.

I shiver as the first spray hits my padding, softening and dampening the layers as I continue to shake and soak my diapee.

Mama shivers with me, hearing the hissing of my tinkles finally begin in earnest

Mama sees her baby's face finally relax and feels real peace, coming hard on the wand moments after the tension leaves their precious little one's expression.

Afterwards they immediately press the wand into the soaked padding of their baby. I'm still piddling with some force, and the feeling of relief and wet heat combined with the deep vibrations of the wand make me scream and immediately arch off the bed into a long orgasm, peeing the whole time.

Mama squeezes at my diaper one last, this time the padding squishes against my spent baby parts.

"Uh-oh!" she says in a sing-song voice, "looks like someone needs a big change. Mama will take care of you, baby, always."

I

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday prompt - Dark!Malec?

Magnus, makes Alec immortal using a ritual that calls for the blood of x number of people/creatures -as in he has to kill them. maybe one of each shadow world faction, or a combination of something similar, maybe more than the ones more talked about like the unseelies, sirens-

Alec uses the institute and its resources and his Shadowhunters to lead them away from Magnus while Magnus leaves a trail pointing to someone else -someone he like hates and is very much happy to set up, this someone does deserve it-

Later, when everyone realizes that Alec is immortal they both either find a way to explain it or go like oops! Who knows?!

I'm also thinking, what if the people they choose to kill for the ritual were like bad ones, and so everyone starts to think is a shadow world vigilante kind of thing but really is part of the cover up?

here we go! i hope you enjoy where i went with this. i really enjoyed your prompt and had a lot of of fun writing this!

lumine

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“Any rumors?” Magnus asks as he paints red arrays over Alexander’s naked torso.  His boy’s chest is bare of hair and while Magnus does miss being able to drag his fingers through it, it’s a necessary sacrifice.

“No,” Alexander rasps, struggling to stay still when even just Magnus’ touch is enough to ignite passion in his veins. “You’ve been smart, crossing realms and continents. They’ll notice soon, but by then, we’ll have covered our tracks too thoroughly.”

Magnus hums in pleasure and drags his fingers through the last of the blood congealing in his olive wood bowl. He paints Alexander’s lips last, waiting for his boy to stick out his tongue and then he drags his fingers over the muscles, making sure not a single drop is wasted.

As much as Magnus wants to kiss him, he can’t, not until the blood has settled and absorbed into Alexander and Magnus can’t risk stealing a single drop of the unseelie blood he’s painted his beloved with.

“There, perfect.” Magnus murmurs and sits back on his heels, it’s been torture, being unable to touch Alexander sexually for the last two months. They still share intimacy, but they both are hungry for each other, the gnawing ache of carnal need growing with every murder committed, every sacrifice shared.

Magnus makes the kills, consecrates the blood with his magic and then paints Alexander with more arrays and runes than Alexander’s body should be able to bear.

His boy takes it all, with only devotion in his gaze as Magnus defiles him and desecrates him with a magic so old and grotesque that it’s been purposefully lost to time. 

Magnus kisses Alexander’s hair and wonders, darkly, if he can speed the timeline up.

—

“Magnus—” Cat sighs and rubs her forehead, “we agreed that you would take a year for this.  Even that is pushing it. Despite being across the world, it’ll be noticeable. You need to kill daily for this to work and that’s already risky. You’ll have to double it, if you want to be quick about this.”

Magnus shrugs across from her, a hungry, covetous gleam to his eyes and Cat sighs, already knowing that she’s at a loss for any way to convince him otherwise.

“I’ll see about contacting you if any patients I can’t save come my way?” She offers but Magnus, ever considerate for her, shakes his head.

“I have to hunt them, Cat. I have to stalk them until their heart nearly bursts with fear, to torment them without injuring them. To kill them with a single blow that doesn’t disturb the flow of their blood until I drain it.  To take their still beating hearts, filled with the terror of me, and feed them to Alexander bit by bit. As generous as your offer is, I fear it could hinder the process and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be willing to wait.”

“Magnus, you aren’t considering—” and Cat trails off, eyes wide as she realizes what Magnus is planning to do. “How will you even accomplish that?”

“Several portals from Edom are about to mysteriously appear, an attempt of my father or Lilith, undoubtedly.  Attempting to gain access once again to this realm.” Magnus grins, dark and sharp and his teeth gleaming in a malicious smile. “What will terrify someone more than being swallowed by a rift and hunted by the king of Edom?”

They’ve all carefully concealed Magnus’ status and not a single person beyond Magnus, Cat and Alec know the truth of what happened in Edom.

Of what Magnus became, of what he’s turning Alec into.

However, Cat has no intention of stopping him and she just nods, reaching out to press her palm to Magnus’ cheek.

“When you need me, I’m always here.” She promises him, because she will be, whenever he needs her.

[humanpurposes]

i often think of how different your writing style is to your fellow writers, and I wonder if you are very picky about what you consume/read because of it.

Do you often venture outside of your own writing style to read fics that are different and yet, good? If yes, would you recommend them?

It's interesting thinking about style because it is obviously subjective and very personal to each writer. I like to think I have quite a distinct voice as a writer and fanfiction has really helped me settle into that after not writing anything for a long time.

I think you learn a lot from the stories around you, if it's fics, books, movies, plays, history, music, whatever, especially when you branch out of your own style or comfort zone. I love exploring other people's writing and comparing it to my own, seeing what details they focus on, how they describe people and settings. I think essentially, the most important thing for me as a reader/consumer of media is that the story and the characters are interesting. As long as you've got a good story (and smut and yearning and pining), I'm happy.

I've specifically thought this about Sam (@randomdragonfires) and Justine's (@theoneeyedprince) writing, that they're very different to mine but that's why I love reading their fics. They both have a really classic, poetic feel to their writing, and internal, if that makes sense? I personally struggle with internal monologue because that's just not how my brain works, I think I focus a lot more on actions and dialogue. But that all really lends itself to the stories they tell, love you guys 🥺❤️

Also Ange @ewanmitchellcrumbs is one of my favs on here because the level of detail and the subtleties that go into her fics make for such immersive stories. Her writing feels very grounded and real and I really admire that about her. And her dedication to character is something I really appreciate 🥰

I have some more specific recs just because I wanted to ramble about some fics I like. Also because it's me, these are all a bit DD;DNE

I could see your shadow in the water (beneath the castle where you broke my heart) by Rueluxxx This is a fem!Lucerys fic told from the pov of Aemond and Lucerys' son. It's not a love story at all, it's very traumatic. But THE REASON WHY I am obsessed with this fic is the tragedy of loving someone and never being able to make amends. Aemond reaches a point where he realises how much he's made his wife suffer and starts living in this delusion where he tries to win her back but it will never be enough. They loved each other as children, they work well together as rulers, they have their own children now, and she will always do her duty as his wife, but no matter how hard Aemond tries, Lucerys will never want him. Chapter 6 in particular broke my heart, some of the best dialogue I've read.

Moon Song by @randomdragonfires We're following a pattern here of Aemond's doomed marriages but this was made specifically for me!! This focuses on Aemond's guilt after he murders Luke at Storm's End, only to come back home to his wife, Luke's twin sister. I love how this fic creates the juxtaposition of Aemond's suffering and guilt, how he still longs for a relationship with his wife and is haunted by the image of her twin brother. And it's told from his pov so you're left wondering about his wife's lingering longing and hatred, if she wants to salvage their marriage, if she fears him and just wants to appease him? Anyway, Aemond feels like he's losing her to the brother he murdered, and no spoilers but the ending is WOW.

Rumours by @adragonprinceswhore Oh boy, another failed marriage. Fun fact about Inka, she actually owns my soul. I'm so emo for Fleetwood Mac and this fic combines my two favourite things to ever exist. Despite definitely being in the wrong here, Aemond is my favourite character in this, his struggle to express his own feelings and the love he had/still has for his ex-wife. He feels betrayed because she left him, guilty because he hurt her, and the way the music is woven into this just adds a whole other level of emotion. AND HE WAS THE ONE TO WRITE STORMS??? I can't deal. "I'm your family now, Aemond." Liar. Will never not get me.

Ok that's all I have for you, ta ra x

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 10 | S.R

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - Spencer starts to doubt his reality and inadvertently hurts himself again. Can a visit from JJ help him see sense?

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - paranoid thoughts, accidental self harm?, pulling stitches, blood, swearing, nightmares about graveyards, talk of parallel universes and switching timelines, rude Spencer, JJ’s flashback, vague mentions of sex but nothing explicit.

WC - 5.3k

Chapter 10 - Welcome Oblivion

That night he laid in bed staring at the ceiling once more. 

Just got to think. Just got to piece this all together. Just gotta make sense of it all. 

But that was hard to do when his brain was so foggy. It felt like his head was filled with nothing but cotton wool. The combination of his meds and the withdrawals weren’t allowing his brain to work at even half the capacity it normally would. 

Just gotta focus. Just gotta figure this out. Something is going on. You’re being lied to, Reid. You’re being lied to by all the people you’re supposed to trust. Everyone’s turned against you. Can’t trust anyone. Can’t trust anyone. 

He started scratching at his bicep despite his lack of nails. 

Just gotta figure it out. You’re smart. You’re a goddamn genius for Christ sake. Just focus on the little pieces. Focus on the pieces and you’ll see the bigger picture. 

For lack of being able to scratch he started pinching his skin, harder and harder while he focused on one spot on the ceiling. 

It’s not real. None of this is real. It can’t be, can it? I’m not here, that’s the secret. I’m not even really here. 

He pinched himself harder, urging himself to wake up. Nothing happened. 

This is all in my head. All in my fucking head. I must be passed out somewhere, slowly dying. Brain bleeding. None of it is real. It can’t be real. 

He moved his hand from his bicep down to the dressing on his right arm. 

It’s all fake. Everything’s fake. I'm not here. I'm not here. It’s not real. 

His fingers made quick work of the bandage and he shifted his eyes from the ceiling to the wound on his arm. 

Not real. It’s not real. Gotta prove it. Gotta prove it.

He ran his fingertips over the stitches before settling on the one closest to his wrist. 

It’s not real so it won’t hurt. It’s not real. It’s all in my head. It can't be a coincidence that Maggie is so much like Tara. And if I squint Cedric kind of looks like Matt. Can’t be a coincidence. Can’t be. Just can’t be. 

With strength he didn’t know he possessed, he gripped the stitch between his fingers and he pulled. He was so far gone he didn’t notice the pain that spread up his arm as he yanked the stitch free from his skin. He also didn’t notice the blood that instantly started spilling from the wound. 

And if you think about it, Reid, that’s not all. Nick…Nick he’s like Morgan. He’s just like Morgan, only bigger. Delaney is a friendlier Hotch. 

He gripped another and didn’t hesitate in tugging that too.

And the nurse you attacked. Linda? Wasn’t she just Garcia? Yes, that was Garcia. 

Blood poured from the wound staining the sheets but he didn’t notice. Once the second stitch was free he worked on the third. 

Then there’s the old guy who works in the dining hall. Rossi. It’s just Rossi. And George…

The pain would have been consuming him if he wasn’t so hyper focused on his crazed thoughts. With the third stitch gone he moved onto the forth. 

George is Luke? Luke. Luke is my nurse? No, that’s not right. George has blue eyes. Luke has brown. Maybe he didn’t have blue eyes. Maybe they were brown? Maybe they were trying to trick me. Luke was wearing contacts? Yes. Has to be. Has to be Luke. 

Five stitches now laid on the blood soaked bed. 

And Taylor is just me. Younger me. Much younger me. Would have been me at twenty five. Would have been me if I hadn’t gotten clean back then. 

In a different timeline. Timelines have shifted. Nothing's right. Not supposed to be here. 

Would have been me if I hadn’t gotten clean after Tobias…

His eyes shot away from the wound and his itchy fingers stilled. 

“That’s it.” He mumbled to no one but himself. “It’s all in my fucking head. None of this ever happened. I’m…he’s me. Taylor is me. All these years have just been in my head. I'm still twenty five. I didn’t get clean after Tobis drugged me. Everything was in my head.” 

He started losing too much blood. His brain was lacking oxygen and his eyes started to flutter closed.

“No. No.” He mumbled. “Stay awake. Stay awake. Gotta get outta here. Gotta figure out how to get back to the right time. Gotta figure out…”

Everything faded to black and Spencer passed out in a pool of his own blood. 

***

A soft breeze caressed the back of his neck and forced his eyes to open. His retinas were instantly flooded by sunlight, causing him to squint. 

Another breeze tickled the exposed skin and he heard the faint sound of leaves rustling. 

“You’re really over dramatic sometimes, you know that right?” 

The voice forced him to turn to his left where a figure stood less than a few feet away, staring straight forward. 

“What?” He croaked.

You nodded your head forward in the direction your eyes were trained. Spencer turned his head and followed your gaze. 

You both stood at the end of an empty grave, at least eight feet deep and a fresh headstone sat at the end. It was the engraving in the headstone he assumed you to be referring to. 

He rubbed his eyes with his palms making sure he was reading it correctly and when he looked back at it, it still read the same. 

Doctor Spencer Reid. 

Son and Friend. 

Agent. Convict. Addict.

Lost the battle with his own mind.

“Oh.” He turned back to you. 

“Pulling out your stitches? Smart move.” Your face was still out of focus as you looked at him. 

It wasn’t quite melted off this time but definitely fuzzy around the edges.You nodded towards his arm and once again he followed with his eyes. All of the stitches had now been removed from his arm leaving an open, bleeding wound. 

But if it hurt, he didn’t notice. 

“Why are you here?” He looked back at you. “You didn’t seem like you knew me.” 

“Maybe I don’t.” You shrugged, turning away from him and the grave. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t try to make me out to be crazier than I already feel.” 

“You’re losing it Spencer. You’re completely losing it.” You chuckled. 

“What are you even doing at the institute? You’re not a drug addict, you shouldn’t be here!” He looked back at you. 

“It’s such a waste of a brain, truly.” You turned back to face him, a wry smile on your blurry face. “Once so smart and now your brain is nothing more than a pile of mush.” 

“That’s not true. I’m struggling, sure, but my brain is still intact.” 

“Are you sure about that?” You laughed again, producing something from behind your back, seemingly out of thin air. 

You ran your hazy fingers over the spine of his journal with a cunning look in your eyes. 

“Where did you get that?” His jaw clenched in frustration. 

“I read it, you know. And this is the ramblings of a man on the brink.” Your smirk spread across your face until you were grinning like the Cheshire Cat. 

“I didn’t say you could read it. That’s an invasion of my privacy.” He stepped forward and reached to grab it from you but you held it out of his reach. 

“Have you looked at it recently? Have you really looked at it?” You opened the book to a particular page and turned it so he could see. 

What awaited him wasn’t his chicken scratch entries he recalled writing. The scribblings were complete nonsense, not even real words. It was utter gibberish. Nonsensical scrawlings laced with childlike doodles that he ascertained were supposed to be you. 

The only words that made any sense was your name written over and over again. 

“This isn’t what I wrote. This isn’t mine.” He shook his head, trying to snatch the journal from your hand but you were faster. 

You snapped it closed and quickly tossed it into the open grave. 

“Don’t be so sure.” You shrugged. 

“What did you do that for?” He spat, turning away and padding closer to the grave. 

He knelt next to it staring down at his discarded journal in the dirt at the bottom. 

“Spencer, the drugs have ruined your brain, baby. They should stick you in a padded cell, put you in a straight jacket. Throw away the key.” You crouched next to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. 

“No. No. I’m fine. I’m not crazy. I’m just…I’m struggling but I’ll be ok.” He shook his head. 

“You’re too far gone.” 

“I’m not! I’m not!” He yelled. “I’m FINE!” 

“There’s no coming back from this Spencer. You and I both know it. You’re too far gone. Too far gone.” Your voice started to wither but your hand grasped heavily around his shoulder.

And then you shoved him, sending him tumbling forward and down to the bottom of the grave with a loud thud. 

“Ow!” He groaned, laying in the mud next to his journal. “What did you do that for?”

Your fuzzy face appeared over the side. 

“It’s your grave.” You shrugged, your image starting to fade in front of his eyes. 

“Please don’t go. You can’t leave me here!” He propped himself up on his elbows. 

“It’s too late. Your memories are already gone.” 

And that was the final thing you said before you vanished entirely, leaving Spencer laying in a grave of his own creation. 

***

The first thing he became aware of was the pain coursing through his right arm. He groaned at the sensation before he even opened his eyes.

The stitches. The blood. 

It was real. 

“Fuck.” He mumbled, trying to force his tired eyes to open. 

“Doctor Reid? Doctor Reid, can you hear me?” The voice was familiar. Spencer wasn’t sure why. 

“Hmm.” 

“Can you open your eyes?” 

“Hmm.” He squeezed them shut tighter for a brief moment before obliging and opening his eyes. 

Light flooded his retinas in an instant and he scowled. 

“Where the fuck am I now?” 

“The hospital wing.” 

He rolled his head on the pillow towards the voice to see Doctor Sanderson stood at his bedside. 

“It wasn’t deliberate.” Spencer knew he would be asked. Better to get it out of the way. “I wasn’t trying to hurt myself even though I know I’m not exactly trustworthy.” 

“Why did you pick five stitches out of your arm then?” 

“Maybe it’s better if I say it was deliberate actually.” He groaned again as the pain shot through him. “The truth is probably worse.” 

“I need the truth, Doctor Reid. Please?” Sanderson was much more soft spoken than Delaney and Spencer actually liked him a lot more. 

But surely if he told the doctor his suspicions he would be committed, straight jackets, a padded cell and all. If he told Doctor Sanderson that he’d picked out his stitches because he was convinced they weren’t real, that he was positive he was somehow in a different timeline in a parallel universe, they’d never let him see the light of day again. 

“The truth is,” he closed his eyes again. “I wanted to die. I was hoping I would lose enough blood that my organs would fail and my heart would shut down.” He lied. 

But Spencer was such a convincing liar, Sanderson believed him. 

“This is the third time you’ve hurt yourself since you’ve been here.” 

“Yes.” Spencer opened his eyes again. “Because, as I keep telling people, I want to die. I don’t know why you people won’t just let me die.” 

“If you really want to leave Doctor Reid, be my guest.” Sanderson shrugged. “I am not going to force you to get help if you don’t want it. We have plenty of patients here that do want our help so if you’re going to waste our time then leave.” 

“Seriously?” Spencer perked up a little. 

“Seriously.” Sanderson scoffed. “I’m not spending my precious time on someone who simply doesn’t care to get better.”

“Ok.” Spencer shuffled in the bed, ignoring the pain in his arm. “When can I leave?”

“You’ll have to have an exit appointment with your therapist. And then we can discharge you into the care of your emergency contact.” 

“Emily?” Fuck. “She won’t…she’s not going to let me leave.” 

“We can’t discharge you unless it’s in the care of someone else. I will call her and explain that we simply can’t accommodate you. I’ll have Maggie come by later to conduct her exit appointment.” Sanderson turned and headed towards the door. 

Spencer felt his chest constricting.

He’d wanted nothing more than to get out of this place since he’d arrived but now the prospect of actually leaving scared the shit out of him. He needed to collect his thoughts, needed to work out what the fuck was going on. He needed to talk to Emily. 

Emily would have the answers he was sure of it. He needed to speak to her and get her to tell him everything. He couldn’t even begin to think about getting better until he had all the facts. He needed every piece of information at his disposal. 

And he had a very good feeling that it started and ended with you. 

***

He couldn’t sleep due to the pain in his arm so he spent the entire day trying to collect his thoughts but he got nowhere. He kept bouncing around in circles, his brain still too hazy to form a coherent trail of thoughts. He laid there for hours with nothing but his rampant and confusing musings. 

When the door opened he didn’t even bother to look over. 

“I’m disappointed, Doctor Reid.” Maggie spoke as she headed inside his hospital room. “You want to check out even though we were making progress?” 

“Does this look like progress to you?” He looked over at her, pointing at his newly bandaged arm. 

“Why don’t you tell me why you did it?” She sat down in the chair. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I don’t know how many times I have to tell you people, I want to be left alone to die.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

“That was a lie.” She spoke simply. 

“It most certainly was not.” 

“I’ve been a therapist for a really long time. I know when someone is lying, Spencer. Every other time you’ve said you wanted to die, I believed you. This time you’re lying. So why don’t you tell me what’s really going on.” She fixed him a look that told Spencer she could see right through him. 

Tara had given him that look so many times before. And it always made him spill his guts to her. 

“I’m losing my fucking mind.” He confessed. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s not. A part of me thinks I’m trapped in some kind of parallel universe, like the timeline of my life has shifted somehow. And I know that sounds crazy and I know logically that that isn’t possible. I’m losing my fucking mind one piece at a time and I’m scared shitless.” 

“So the picking of your stitches was…?”

“I didn’t think they were real. I had to be sure.” God he sounded absolutely insane. 

Maggie’s expression didn’t change though. She just sat forward in the chair.

“Why do you think you’re in a parallel universe, Spencer? There must be a reason.” 

“Because nothing makes sense. I can’t make sense of anything. There’s this kid here who is me at twenty five. I swear to fucking god he doesn’t just look and act like me, he is me. My whole team is here, working here. I think everything since I was twenty five has been some kind of crazy fucking fever dream. 

And I know that makes me sound deranged. I know that’s not at all possible. But nothing makes sense to me anymore. It’s the only explanation I can come up with.” He sighed sadly. 

He wasn’t ready to tell Maggie about you being here, mostly because he thought he’d probably imagined it. Just like he imagined so many other things. 

“I think we might need to up your Zoloft dosage.” She spoke calmly but assuredly, seemingly completely unphased by his inane ramblings. 

“Because I’m insane.” Spencer huffed. 

“No, not because you’re insane, because you’re paranoid.” Maggie countered. “I really do think it will be beneficial if you stay under our care. I’ll be frank with you Spencer, I’m scared of what might happen to you if you leave.” 

“Truthfully, so am I.” He chewed on his lip. “I need to speak to Emily Prentiss. She’s the only one that can make sense of this for me. I need you to get her here. If you can do that, then I’ll stay.” 

“Ok.” Maggie agreed. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Can I go back to my room? I hate it here.” Spencer grumbled. “I mean I hate my room too but I hate it slightly less than this room.” 

“I’ll speak to Doctor Sanderson. I don’t see any reason why not though.” Maggie smiled softly at him and stood from the chair. 

Spencer hoped this was a light at the end of the tunnel. He hoped if he could speak to Emily then he could make sense of everything and start focusing on healing. But Spencer was worried that he’d already figure it out. He hoped he was wrong but it wasn’t often that he was. 

Spencer had started to formulate a new theory and his biggest fear was that it was right. And he was certain Emily was only going to confirm what he already knew. Spencer was terrified that his new hypothesis about you and his memories of you was correct. 

But if it was, Spencer didn’t know how he was going to cope with that. 

***

He was informed later that night as Maggie helped him back to his room that Emily and the team were away in California on a case. Emily promised to visit as soon as she was back. Until then, Spencer was expected to carry on his normal routine. 

He hung the drawings from Henry and Michael up on his walls which went some way towards cheering himself up. He went to his therapies. He took his meds. He talked to Taylor in the dining hall and did his PT. He dealt with his withdrawals as and when they hit. 

He wrote in his journal. He wrote in his journal after ripping out and throwing away the pages of nonsense you’d shown him in his dream which had turned out to be real excerpts from his journal. Some pages were legible. But others had showcased his mind for what it truly was and he didn’t need a constant reminder of that. 

He started taking an arts and craft class in his free time to try and keep himself occupied. But his head was always elsewhere. 

On the next visitation he hurried down to the courtyard as fast as his crutches would carry him. The anticipation of finding out the truth, of finally understanding what the fuck was going on swelled in his body. 

But when he found his guest waiting for him by the water fountain and it wasn’t the raven haired Emily Prentiss, Spencer nearly lost it entirely. 

“What are you doing here?” He spat more angrily than he really meant to. 

Understandably, JJ pouted a little sadly at his tone. 

“Good to see you too, Spence.” She refrained from hugging him, his back was clearly up. 

“I need to see Emily.” He didn’t try to disguise his annoyance. 

“She’s got piles of paperwork and she couldn’t make it.” JJ shrunk in on herself. 

She’d thought Spencer would be happy to see her. She was his best friend wasn’t she? 

“I need to see Emily.” He repeated. 

“I understand but could you not just be happy I’m here?” 

Spencer was beyond frustrated. The only person he wanted to see right now was Emily. She was the only one who would have answers for him. He couldn’t even muster the energy to pretend he was happy to see JJ. He clenched and unclenched his hands around the crutches. 

“You should go. I’m not in the mood for visitors.” 

“Spence,” she frowned sadly. 

She’d been chomping at the bit to see her friend since his hospitalisation. She knew she wouldn’t believe he was ok unless she saw it with her own eyes. Emily, Luke, Rossi and Garcia had warned her what she was walking into. She knew she wouldn’t be seeing the same Spencer she once knew. But she never expected him to be hostile towards her. 

“Seriously Jennifer, I don’t want to see anyone unless it’s Emily. So you should just leave. I’m really not in the mood.” He shuffled himself on his crutches so his back was to her. 

It broke her heart in two. She knew they weren’t as close as they used to be, but she still thought he’d be happy to see her. 

“You know, I think I preferred the high Spencer.” She spat angrily and she saw his back stiffen. 

He took a breath before slowly shuffling back around to face her. 

“What?” 

“The last time I saw you. You were a complete disaster but at least you weren’t an asshole!” 

“W-when was that?” He softened a little. 

JJ rolled her eyes and folded her arms over her chest. 

“I don’t know, two months ago?” 

“T-two months ago?” He slowly hobbled closer to her. “I need to know everything.” 

And although JJ didn’t want to tell him, the look in his eyes was desperate. 

She sighed and settled back down before she recounted every detail.

JJ’s favourite way to blow off steam after a tough case was simply to run. Headphones in, music blasting in her ears while she ran and ran for miles. 

Feeling the breeze against her face as she ran made her feel as though it was blowing her worries away. The ache she felt in her muscles as she pushed herself grounded her. 

She ran all the way up Capitol Hill and was working her way around the outskirts of Folger Park, a light sheen of sweat on her forehead as the burn started to spread to her calves. 

It was early, only a little after six am and the sun had yet to rise fully over the horizon and the park was delightfully quiet. 

It wasn’t entirely uncommon to see homeless people sleeping on benches in the park. What was peculiar about the one asleep on the bench she was approaching was the familiar mop of brown curls nestled into the wooden slats.

JJ slowed her pace as she got closer, heart race increasing and not from the exertion of her run. 

Long, spindly limbs were curled precariously on the bench, tucked underneath a navy blue overcoat. Battered converse clad feet hung over the end of the seat and a dried puddle of vomit was on the floor next to a used syringe. 

The closed eyes surrounded by dark circles and cracked lips belonged to none other than her best friend who she hadn’t seen in well over a year. 

Spencer looked peaceful. A part of her didn’t want to wake him because she was sure he would not be so serene once he was conscious. Despite being covered by his coat she could already see how terrifyingly skinny he was. 

She cautiously neared him and crouched next to the bench. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching out and stroking his messy hair off his face. His forehead was freezing and she wondered how long he’d been out here for. They were miles from his apartment. How had he gotten here? What had brought him up here? 

“Spence?” She whispered, not wanting to startle him. “Spence?” 

When he didn’t stir she gently placed her hand on his arm and nudged him a little. 

“Spencer?” She raised her voice slightly, shaking him a little harder. 

His lips parted and a soft groan left his mouth. He shifted a little on the bench. 

“Spencer?” She tried again, really shaking him this time. His eyes fluttered slightly but didn’t open properly. “Spence, it’s JJ.” 

“Hmm.” He hummed a little. “JJ?” 

She heard it in his voice. He didn’t know who she was. Her chest tightened with the realisation and tears swam in her eyes. She had to keep it together for now. 

When his eyes opened his pupils were barely visible and his eyes were incredibly bloodshot. She watched them as they explored her face, taking her in without recognition. 

“Spence,” she pouted. “It’s JJ. Jennifer.” 

A few seconds passed by but they felt like hours to JJ. Finally his eyes widened in realisation and a slightly dopey smile pulled at the corners of his dry lips.

“JJ!” He scrambled to sit up on the bench with a little help from JJ. 

She got up and sat next to him, handing him over her water flask without a word. He practically snatched it from her hands and downed the entire thing. 

“W-where are we?” He croaked once the water was gone. 

“Folger Park.” She told him but he just frowned in confusion. “Capitol Hill.” 

“Capitol Hill?” He frowned. “How did I g-get here?”

“I don’t know, Spence.” She sighed. “What drugs are you on?” 

His frown turned into another slightly wistful smile. 

“Good drugs. Good drugs.” He hummed. 

“We should get you home. I’m going to call Will and get him to pick us up.” She patted his knee. “Sit tight for a minute.” 

“Hmm.” 

JJ pushed herself back up and took a few steps away while unfastening her phone from its holder on her bicep. 

Will answered on the second ring. 

“Cher, everything ok?” 

“I need you to come and pick me up from Folger Park. I found Spencer passed out on a bench, he’s high Will. He has no idea how he got here. He needs to go home.” She was quick to fill him in. 

“Fuck, I’ll call the nanny for the kids and be there as soon as I can.” His tone was panicked. 

“Thanks. See you soon.” Just as quickly as the call started, it ended and she turned to head back to Spencer. 

But the bench was empty. And Spencer was gone.

“I came to your apartment almost everyday after that. Every day we weren’t away on a case, I came to your place but you never answered the door. Every day until Emily got the call from the hospital.” A few tears escaped her eyes as she finished her story. 

Spencer rubbed his eyes with his palms trying to force the memory from his brain but it didn’t work.

“I don’t remember any of that.” He confessed. “I don’t even know how I would have gotten to Folger Park.” 

“It was so scary. Not nearly as scary as finding out you’d overdosed though.” She wiped her tears. 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” He said but he didn’t sound at all like he meant it. “Garcia gave me the pictures from Henry and Michael. They look great in my room.” 

“They miss you.” JJ smiled sadly. 

“I miss them too.” 

“They’ve both gotten so big. And Henry still practises that magic trick you taught him nearly everyday. Every time my mom comes round he shows her even though she’s seen it at least twenty times.”

“I hope I get to see it.” Spencer sniffed. 

“Of course you will.” JJ placed her hand gently on Spencer’s knee. “You’re going to get better and you’re going to get out of here.”

“I hope so.” He rubbed his hand over his jaw. He still hadn’t had that shave and his facial hair seemed to be growing thick and fast. 

“Do you think you’ll get better?” 

Spencer’s eyes snapped onto JJ now and his eyebrows furrowed a little. 

“No one’s asked me that.” He chewed on his lip. “Everyone just keeps telling me that I will get better. But no one’s asked if I think I will.”

“And?” 

“I want to.” He nodded. “At least most of the time I do. But being sober is fucking hard. Honestly I’m torn. Half of me wants to break out of here and go on a complete binge, never get sober. But the other half of me wants to stay clean and sort my life out. It’s hard to say which part of me is going to win right now.” 

“It can’t be easy admitting that.” JJ smiled softly at him and squeezed his knee. 

“You have no idea.” He sighed. “I’m sorry I was hostile. I just really need to see Emily. I need to talk to her about…” 

“Yeah.” JJ nodded, knowing what he was going to say without him actually saying it. 

“I know she told you not to talk to me about Y/N. But it’s just…I wish someone would talk to me. I’m not a child.” He huffed which contradicted his words. 

“We just don’t think…it’s not that we think…” JJ couldn’t get her thoughts into words. 

“You don’t think I’m strong enough to handle the truth.” He closed his eyes, chest aching. 

Spencer wasn’t sure he could handle the truth either. He’d dwelled on nothing but his new theory for days. And the more he contemplated it, the more it scarily made sense. But also it made absolutely no fucking sense whatsoever. 

He might be forgetting your face but he could still feel you so clearly. If he closed his eyes and concentrated hard enough he could feel your silken skin, every curve of your body beneath his fingertips. He could feel your glossy hair as he buried his digits in the locks and your lips as they pressed against his, even your tongue as it explored his mouth. 

He could feel the way you clenched around him when he pushed you to your orgasm. He could feel the way he caused your body to react to him. He could smell your lavender shampoo and the perfume you always wore. 

He could taste the cocaine still on your gums when he…

…no that wasn’t right. You didn’t taste like drugs. You didn’t do drugs. 

His eyes snapped open to see JJ staring at him in confusion. He hadn’t realised how long he’d been lost down a rabbit hole of thoughts. 

“Are you ok, Spence?” She asked, her voice laced with concern. 

Are my memories real? Just tell me if they are real or if I’m going mad. Am I just simply forgetting her or is something bigger at play? I need to know, just tell me JJ. Just tell me and do it fast. Like ripping off a bandaid. Just get it over with. 

He didn’t say any of that out loud. Instead he grabbed his crutches and used them to get to his feet. 

“I need to go.” He told her suddenly. 

“What? Why? Is everything ok?” She jumped up too. 

“Yes I’m fine. I’m just…exhausted. Between therapies I’m just constantly drained.” It wasn’t a complete lie. 

The institute kept its patients on tight schedules to try and avoid too much time spent thinking. It was gruelling some days and sometimes it was nice to just be alone. 

“Oh. Ok.” JJ nodded a little sadly, clearly wanting to spend more time with him. 

“Sorry. I do appreciate you coming but I’m just so tired.” 

“It’s ok.” JJ forced a smile. “Take care of yourself, ok?” 

“Thanks.” He nodded, shuffling back on his crutches. 

He turned slowly and JJ watched him hobble away across the courtyard and towards the building. Her heart broke for her best friend. None of this should be happening to him. Maybe if she’d been a better friend she could have prevented this. 

But she supposed she’d never know. 

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could u possibly write a bit of soft soldier/engineer smut,,,w/ bottom soldier,,,if u would like,,

I'm so excited! these two are so lovely! Thank you so much for the request! Bottom Soldier is not seen very much in fics so I am happy to write this. :)

This is NSFW if you are under 18 then do not read this!!!

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Rough cracked lips collided in a soft gentle passion. Engineer's warm breath ghosted over Soldier's lower lip. His warm blue eyes locked onto Soldier's own. Bringing a hand to his partner's head he removed the helmet obscuring the rest of his head.

"Well now, ain't you as pretty as a picture."

Smiling in delight, Soldier captured Engineer's lips in a delicate kiss.

"Yeah, well. I'm the prettiest darn picture that you ever saw. Now how are we going to do this?"

Huffing in delight, Engineer smiled mischievously and pushed Soldier onto his back and straddled his muscular hips. The bed that they were resting on creaked and groaned under their combined weight and the rough treatment. At the way things were progressing between the two, they doubted that the bed wouldn't be able to last the night. The way his weight settled onto Soldier's hips sent his nerves alight with pleasure-and to think that they were still clothed. With a breathy moan Engineer rolled his hips and grinded against the hardness of his lover underneath him.

Biting his lips Soldier grabbed hold of Engineer's hips and helped him keep his soft teasing pace. The slow drag of heavy clothing rubbing against his clothed erection made his breath hitch. It was a struggle to keep from bucking his hips upwards. Little whimpers and pleasure noises escaped his lips when Engineer changed his movements and started making little forwards and backwards motions mimicking jarring thrusts.

"God, Dell, you're so good-so good, you little tease."

Engineer's hands suddenly came to rest on Soldier's chest. His face wrought in concentration, little beads of sweat starting to form on his brow. Soldier has seen this look before: many, many, times before. Always together in one of their rooms far away from any prying eyes. This look was one of utter concentration. Engineer in that moment was not just seeking his own pleasure. No, he was trying to get Soldier off first by grinding on him.

Soldier's words of praise seemed to strike something off in Dell's mind; because not too long after the man buried his face into Soldier's neck and started to kiss him. The soft kisses and the harshness of their pelvises grinding against one another made the whole experience all the more euphoric. The movements seemed to go on for hours, back and forth, back and forth. The touch was maddening. How neither of them had come yet was a miracle. The soft kisses trailed from his temple to his cracked lips, then to his neck, his jugular then on downward. Just as suddenly as the kisses started, they stopped. Soldier didn't even notice that he had closed his eyes.

"Dell?"

The harsh grinding on his erection stopped. One of Engineer's warm hands grabbed onto his own; calloused fingers interlocking. While the other started to remove his button up shirt. Slowly undoing the buttons, Engineer brought up Soldier's other hand, leaning down far enough he placed a loving kiss onto it.

"I must be the luckiest man in the entire world, You're absolutely stunning."

Soldier could feel a blush spreading across his face.

"I love you so much Dell." He whispered.

The man atop him smiled.

"I love you too Solly."

Without saying any other words Engineer loosened his grip and proceeded to undress himself. Getting his shirt out of the way, Soldier looked at his lover's chest. His broad chest littered with scars and burn marks of battles past looked like a map of the heavens. Soldier desperately wanted to bury his face into the smaller man's chest and kiss all those scars, all those imperfections. He wanted to explore the smaller man's body so badly. But tonight, was Engineer's turn. And what Engie wants, Engie gets. After removing his jeans, Engineer started to slowly undress his partner. Leaving lingering touches and caresses each time an article of clothing was removed. His movements were one of love and desire. Finally, the both of them were undressed. Save for the goggles atop Engineer's head.

"You're really going to keep them on?"

The uncharacteristically soft voice of Soldier broke the silence. Engineer smiled and leaned down into his partner's ear.

"You said I look mighty handsome in my googles. Of course, I'm wearing them Love."

Reaching into the nightstand drawer beside them Engineer pulled out a bottle of lube and coated one of his fingers. Moving to sit beside the larger man Dell brought his free hand to Soldier's thick, well sized length and began to trace feather light touches up and down it. Causing Soldier to whimper and wheeze under the ministrations.

"Hah, please, mnn, please Darling, Please-you tease me so well, God, mmnnn.."

Teasing him for only a short while Dell decided to grant him some mercy and wrapped his fingers around his length in a firm hold and began to pump him in slow and steady movements. The noises of pleasure slowly turned from coherent sentences to wordless noises of praise and appreciation. Slowly as to not startle him, Engineer traced his lubed-up finger at Soldier's tight entrance. The shock of the wet cold finger teasing his ass hole made him scrunch his eyes with pleasure, his cock twitched in Engie's hold and he let out a low crooning sound. Engie would tease his entrance by applying pressure then retracing his hand. Each time he did this his finger would apply more and more force to the tight ring of muscle.

"Please-Oh please-Dell, fuck, I need you I need you so bad-just do it. Please."

His begging turned on the Texan much more then he let on. The fiery pit in his stomach burned bright, his breaths at seeing his boyfriend begging for his fingers made him feel so happy.

"Hush now Solly, let me work my finger in you first for a good while, then I'll let you have me, okay Love?"

Blinking away tears, Soldier nodded his head and gasped when he felt Dell's finger slide in all the way to the knuckle. Soldier was not a virgin by any means, but it has been quite a while since he let anyone do this to him. He was usually on the giving end when it came to intimate moments like this. But tonight, was special. It was their one-year anniversary. And they both wanted to try something different. The sweet drag of the calloused finger tickling his walls set off tiny sparks behind his eyes. Feeling the appendage slowly push in and drag out felt so terribly good. How his finger pressed certain spots and moved around had him crying from pleasure.

Kissing away his tears, Engineer lined up another finger at his entrance and slowly pushed in. The delicious burning stretch sent pleasurable tingles up and down his spine. Small huffs of pleasure and soft noises escaped his mouth. It felt like a warmth spread across his chest and down his body. The way the Engineer steadily pumped at his cock had his muscles contracting and toes curling almost painfully. The way that the two fingers danced and stretched his inner walls inside of him felt oh so much and yet not enough.

"Dell, Dell, Dell, God oh, oh, keep doing that, please it's so good."

Egged on by the words of praise Engineer quickened the pace. The wet slurping sounds that came from Soldier's anus made them both all the more needy. Finally pushing in as far and he could go he let his fingers prod around and explore. Keeping his eyes on Soldier's face Dell noticed how blissed out the man was. How his cheeks had a nice rosy tint and how his eyes seemed to glaze over. Deciding that he had had enough he removed his fingers and dragged them up and down his straining near agonizing erection. Engineer was not a very large man compared to his teammates. He was average build and slightly on the heavy side, but his length made up for what he lacked in height. It was long and thick, not as thick as Soldier's but just enough to provide a wonderful burning stretch to his partner's slick hole.

Moving to a better position, he lifted Soldier's hips up and placed his cock head at his lover's entrance. The warm bulbous head slicked up with a generous amount of lube pushed gently at first. Soldier looked up at Engie with adoration and want.

"Come on, I can take it. Please Baby, please"

Engineer leaned over the larger man and pressed their lips together in a harsh ravenous kiss. The kiss provided enough distraction for the appendage to slide past the tight ring of muscle and sink down all the way to the hilt.

"HMMMmmmMMMm!?"

Breaking the kiss to look at his partner's face for any hint of pain, Soldier wrapped his legs around Engineer's ass to keep him locked in place, effectively trapping the man between his legs.

The way that Soldier looked both in pain and pleasure made his cock twitch. Slowly pushing at the man beneath him Engineer ground his cock in Soldier's velvety walls, causing him to let out a loud wordless wail.

"You alright Solly?"

Without missing a beat Soldier pushed his hips against Dell's own. Causing Dell's cock to hit deeper parts of him that were unknown even to himself. Thus, signaling for the man to continue his actions. Huffing and puffing Engineer set off a brutal pace. The sweet burning stretch of his hole and how the thickness of his lover's shaft felt inside of him made his entire body feel alight. It hit all the right places and the roughness of the pace made his body feel like jelly. The deep echoing pulse of his anus being ravaged by the man he loved made him squeal with pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh-ah ah aha ha, ye-s yes, God there, God- Dell!~"

Each short, rough thrust felt as if it forced the air out of his lungs, He couldn't tell if he was speaking coherently or moaning like an animal. Dell could feel himself getting closer. With no warning Soldier came. A wordless cry passed his lips as he felt himself release. A few short thrusts later with Soldier bordering overstimulation Dell came with a grunt. His fingers digging harshly into the meaty part of soldier's thighs.

Slowly and as gently as he could, he removed himself from Soldier, and laid down on his side. Somehow the bed survived the first round. Wrapping his arms around Soldier in a warm embrace, he could feel Soldier smile into his neck. Both covered in a mix of fluids they smiled to themselves and rested a while.

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Holy heck, this was a really long one. I kind of got carried away....

Anyways, I think I did pretty good on this fic and I hope that I made you happy anon. Thank you so very much for this request.

[multbasa]

I'm struggling right now with machinations of a fanfiction/alternate universe stories for Blaze and Silver—two separate stories.

I have other things I want to do but these ideas keep invading my brain even though I know they would be a lot more work than I have the time for right now.

I know that it's not this way in canon, but I have this idea that the future is not settled and any number of outcomes exist at one time. Silver, who was orphaned in time by the events of '06, is able to see and exist in the most probable outcome, so he technically exists in a space outside of time which is why the future he sees is not stable and changes. I like to imagine that the reason Silver is the only one who time travels despite many characters doing it in '06 together is because of the instability of the future where they would not be able to see what he sees and would not be able to exist in that theoretical space. The reason why they could travel so far into the future in '06 is because of the certainty of the future where it was the only possibility. Time travel on Little Planet and the Time Stones do not function the way Silver's time travel does, but I would like to connect Silver to the time stones in a story where maybe he needs them to save the world and its future.

Shadow being the ultimate lifeform and powers involving time and space could potentially be brought into the future with Silver, but all he is able to see is this abstracted noise of possibilities that haven't come to be while Silver would be able to see the one most likely timeline.

...

As for Blaze, I personally wasn't very happy with her dimension in Sonic Rush Adventure, but rather than combine hers and Sonic's dimension, I would like for a large cataclysmic event to result in her saving both dimensions by carving a space out in-between dimension where space is strange like "Relativity" by M.C. Escher simply because I think it would be really fun and unique and even beautiful with a lot of water. I imagine the place almost like the final parts of the video game Gris where gravity acts in odd ways and it's this beautiful starry setting with a palace.

Also I like to imagine that Blaze has a new form like that concept art of her where she looks like she's made up of fire and her gem on her forehead looks like a twinkling star. I'd also like other characters to be abstracted in this space so Marine has a form where she is water and Sonic would be like the wind when he's there, etc. I just think that a setting like this would be so cool in a Sonic game and it would be very unique.

I dunno, I'm just imagining things. If anyone feels inspired at all, I would love to see other people's take on these ideas. If not, I'll just continue to have it stew in my brain.

[inkspindle]

This post got a lot longer than intended (oops), so feel free to just skim the pretty pictures, or skip to the bits you find most interesting!

I got bored, and wanted to try something out, just to see how it looked. The goal was: Make a visually appealing pixel-object out of very limited colors, which is both clear in visual, and shaded to give a lil depth. While this isn't a tutorial on making old-school pixel art, I'd love to see if this inspires anybody else to give it a try!

Shrunk a public domain photo down for the silhouette of my base here (https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=173260&picture=tree) and just kinda riffed on it. Tried to "capture" the way it looked (to me) as best I could, while staying true to the original photo.

In order to tempt people into scrolling past the read-more, here is the final image I settled on after taking several passes at it. (Be warned, this is a VERY LONG post!)

(And what it looks like at normal size)

Normally, when I do pixel art, I prefer not to do the thing where you shrink a picture down, and make it more pixellated. But... I've realized there's a bunch of different ways to emphasize those same pixels. So I decided to experiment.

First-off, my initial goal: The background would be the lightest color, and I would then use a darkest color and two mid-tone colors to re-create the entire image. I couldn't work with any other shades, as it would help me simplify the shapes I'm looking at a little better. So I started by blocking in the deepest shadows I could find, and then sculpting them into more satisfying shapes.

While it "worked," I didn't like the end-result. It wasn't terrible, it just didn't look the way that I wanted it to.

The next attempt was to make all my existing shadows the darkest color in my palette, then "fill in" between them with a nice mid-tone. Something to soften the shadows up a bit, and make it look a little more cohesive.

This also didn't quite give the effect I wanted. The shadows are a lovely shape, but I probably added too many of them. I wanted the "focus" on the bits of the tree that were fully highlighted, but it still didn't look right.

While it broke my initial "rule," I tried combining the first picture and the last one, to see what a "happy medium" looked like. The end-result... looked almost identical to the photo that I started with. (Colors notwithstanding.) While the visual effect was a bit more pleasing to the eye, that definitely defeated the purpose of the exercise. So...I started over completely.

SKIP DOWN TO THE TL;DR TO AVOID THE VIDEO GAME HISTORY RANT.

(Certain things have been heavily oversimplified, to make for a shorter explanation!)

Fun lil video-game history fact: Early visuals in video games started with "off" and "on." A lot of the modern limited-palette pixel art you see is directly inspired by the fact that the earliest screens we had to work with could only show visuals in binary; Parts of the screen were "on" (the lighter color) or "off" (the darker color) and we hadn't gotten to the point we could display a crisp white or black, yet. This meant that you might have a green background with darker green artwork. Later on, they were able to add a mid-tone shade or two for sake of depth and detail.

After we went through our early MS Paint era of video game visuals (complete with blinding use of primary colors), people stretched what early processors (CPU/video card/RAM/low-res displays) could handle to the limits. That harsh limitation on what an early computer could display without frying itself, and what it could display at all, led to some extremely clever uses of color-choice, dithering, and cross-hatching, to trick the eye into filling in with colors and shapes where early video game artists couldn't add them.

See, when we talk about "8-bit" games, we're talking about (oversimplified, mind you) the amount of colors and pixels a computer is capable of displaying, both overall, and in a given section of the screen at a time. Individual tiles and character-sprites for old games had a set amount of pixels per "square," and within those "squares," you were only allowed to display a certain amount of colors. Each separate "square" then had to be designed individually.

Some while after we figured out how to display more than "off" and "on," we developed computers that could handle showing a lovely range of different colors. But then we had a new issue; Within a single "square" (8x8, 16x16, etc) of the screen, you could have white, black, and up to 1-2 other colors. The computer couldn't handle displaying anything else; No midtone shades inbetween, no nothing.

So early video game artists compensated for this by sticking to that old method of "chunking" out the visuals on the screen into tiles, which matched that resolution. You wouldn't notice that your computer could only show 2 gray tones in the same square, if that square happened to be a stone wall. The square next to it could then be two different shades of green, and it would make a lovely piece of grass, or a tree, with shading even!

There was a period inbetween where we had such limited colors to work with, people had purple trees, orange grass, and red skies. It created a wild visual effect, and had all the right contrast (see artwork term: "Value") to allow the eye to see the detail needed for games in which visuals were really important, like early point-and-click adventures.

Eventually, artists stretched the limits further. While that resolution was slow to evolve, people began to create complex backgrounds with visible perspective, that blurred the lines between each "square" on the screen. If you wanted to create a diagonal edge, or overlap two objects over eachother, you had to use a set of colors that could apply to both objects you wanted to create.

So!!! FOR THOSE WHO SCROLLED DOWN, tl;dr-

I wanted to see if I could re-create this tree with only 3-4 total colors (+background) in a way that an early computer could have rendered on-screen. That means white/black + 2 colors per "square." Since I didn't like how harsh a pure black looked while I worked on it, I skipped using it. We're going to pretend an old computer could handle these specific shades of pink and purple (spoiler; they absolutely could not)...but the visual effect being used is true to the idea.

A first-attempt was made. I allowed myself one extra mid-tone, just for the sake of smoothing things out. I then decided on 8x8 pixel squares. You can visually see where one stops and the next starts. It had a fun visual effect, and it was much closer to what I was originally going for...but the artists that came before me made nuch nicer artwork with much worse tech, and I could do better. So I took a second pass at it.

THIS was much closer to what I'd been going for. While you can still guess where each square begins/ends, all the extra dithering and more organically-shaped lines helps to blur the edges of each square, without straying outside of them.

If you got all the way down here, you're amazing. I hope this entertained somebody, and that others will like the end-result as much as I do. :)

[lv-iceprince]

🌠...synastry ship...🌠

@alaezasmystery235

Oh my dear aleaza I know we don't talk much at all but I'm always so happy to have you in my inbox, I have such a soft spot for you you have no idea!

I never pick favourites, but I did also put a bit of extra love into this one! I hope you have an amazing day and I truly adore you 💗

Also I've switched it up the 1st planets refer to jay and the 2nd ones are yours if that makes sense so sextile mars~sun is referring to Jay's Mars and your Sun.

~idol~ jay (enhypen)🌠

~aspects🌠~

~pros🌠~

sextile jupiter~ jupiter: This is potentially one of the best aspects to have in a synastry reading! It seems that there will be immense growth that you'll immediately experience in your relationship. Something that you both appreciate is the fact that you seem to come from different worlds, I know you're from different countries but that's not what I really mean. It's that and some, you have also had completely different upbringings meaning you tend to hold different values. But this is definitely a good thing, it makes your relationship so much better! New opportunities for the both of you will always arise when you are together, you also encourage each other to reach for the stars and wish for what is seemingly impossible but the difference is that you will be able to achieve these things since you actively assist each other in making your dreams come true. You also hold a lot of wisdom as a collective, you learn from each other and welcome your differing philosophies, as I said before you really just have such an appreciation for each other's perspectives and opinions and that's honestly so beautiful.

sextile mars~ sun: This aspect also reiterates the notion that you'll have an exciting relationship. Jay is quite attracted to your strong personality, you are very ambitious and it is likely that Jay has never met someone with such strong ambitions and this really intrigues him. This aspect also indicates a strong sexual spark, however, this won't immediately happen since you both need time to settle into the relationship. I honestly don't have much to say about this aspect since it's pretty similar to the jupiter~jupiter aspect, you basically inspire each other but their may be room for friendly competition..

trine jupiter~ uranus: I guess this makes sense to Jay's character but the fact this confirms it makes me feel all giggly and happy, he is truly the greatest guy ever. Jay is actually a very positive and optimistic person even if he keeps this to himself, meanwhile you are quite quirky yet have this natural ability to pave a creative path for yourself. Combine this and you constantly get fresh and new ideas, both of you have such a great connection it's admirable really. Amongst the cheesy, chaotic energy you have when you are around one another is a solid foundation of friendship, I really think this relationship was born from a strong friendship that eventually evolved into more.

sextile pluto~ neptune: You share a deeply spiritual bond which makes your relationship quite intense, but most of this aspect reiterates the first aspect that states that you really understand and get each other, upon first meeting you felt like you had known Jay for his entire life and the feeling was mutual. You actually have such a good understanding of each other that you communicate non-verbally, you know each gesture and what it means, you both just thrive in silence. You might pick up the skill of finishing each others sentences. Overall, your love feels like it was written in the stars, it feels like fate. Um, I don't know how to say this.... your sex life is absolutely insane! I mean, it's so ethereal? But like so sexy too? I don't even know, it feels and is so passionate and raw, a connection of souls and emotions that it feels otherworldly. When you have sex you lose all inhibitions, you just fall into lust, sexuality, spirituality, emotions and thew body. This is actually a huge part of why you believe you are soulmates, but instead of having a fleeting relationship your sex life is better suited to a relationship where you know you are dedicated to each other, it can even lead to marriage.

trine chiron~ jupiter: I can't really say too much that I haven't already said, basically you inspire each other and help each other grow spiritually letting yourselves expand and explore new horizons. You help Jay practice empathy when communicating with other people and he fully embraces it as a result of your contagious enthusiasm.

sextile moon~ mars: I mean... we all know this by now lol, you have an exciting relationship, this aspect is like the icing on top of the cake, it won't create a good relationship but it adds the spice, electricity and excitement that you deserve, this also adds more sexual compatibly (as if you need it lmao).

trine mercury~ jupiter: You are basically so whipped and enthusiastic about Jay's crazy ideas and you show him a new way of thinking yeah, this is the only new things I can add to this part.

trine moon~ sun: Jay may not openly admit it sometimes but he fully relies on your energy, enthusiasm and vibrancy while you honestly appreciate and cherish the emotional support he gives you so willingly. You have a strong emotional bond and are attracted to each others minds and you just naturally understand each other. You're naturally in sync and may feel actual pain when the other is hurt in any shape or form. This surprises many outsiders who don't know the depth of your relationship, but you're actually the one who leads the relationship more while Jay provides emotional support. There is a lot of emotional bonding that goes on as well.

trine pluto~ mercury: Jay brings a lot of positive change with him and he inspires you to change your approaches to life in general. Jay is such a good guy that he doesn't even realise that he is actively changing the way you think. He pushes you towards truth, this can bother you if you don't want to face any issues, but Jay honestly means well. In terms of the dynamic you are the more youthful and excitable one whereas Jay is more deep-thinking and serious.

trine chiron~ moon: This is such a pleasant and nurturing relationship, you both take care of each other really well. You are gifted with insight into knowing the exact thing the other person needs to be feel safe and secure. Jay isn't one to fully express himself when it comes to past hurts and bad memories, regardless, you are able to soothe those painful memories. You have a gentle touch that's needed since Jay doesn't even fully realise that some things are still hurting him. This relationship is actually a sign of healing for both parties, you provide each other with love that was missing in the past.

trine venus~ chiron: This also doubles down on the concept of spiritual healing and a relationship that feels like it was meant to be, however, this also indicates that you actually have some past hurts and emotional wounds that need healing as well, and Jay is happy to provide you with that emotional stability. You truly feel like he is giving you all the love you've truly wanted.

trine saturn~ neptune: Though you do have some very drastic differences in behaviour these seem to fade away for the greater good of your relationship plus a repeat of everything written above.

~cons🌠~

square moon~ moon: This aspect addresses the more consequential side of being in such a fast paced bubbly relationship. Since you are so different from one another their is a room for emotional conflict, even if you seem to get along there will still be frequent misunderstandings that could easily get out of control since you are both so in touch with your emotions, this adds a whole other layer that could create an environment that feels pretty uncomfortable. You just catch each other off guard with your passionate responses while defending yourselves.

opposition chiron~ saturn: Though your connection seems positive it brings with it disagreements, challenges and limitations but it is through such harsh conflicts that you are able to heal each others emotional wounds. Jay feels a bit unsettled around the fact that though you're a burst of energy at times you also have moments where you are far too dark, depressing and narrow minded for his liking.

square saturn~ jupiter: You actually find Jay way too serious and you also believe that he has the most traditional views known to man and this can feel so restricting. You love to explore and naturally expand yourself in your relationships, but with Jay coming off this way it feels like he is slowing you down and preventing you from reaching your true potential. At the same time Jay will actively criticize your behaviour and limit your freedom to do exactly what you want.

square mercury~ neptune: In the negative aspects it really just points to Jay complaining a lot in your relationship. He feels like you're just so incredibly vague whenever you speak to him, it's like you're dancing around the subject 9 times out of 10. Even though this could be intriguing at first you will start to have severe trust issues since you will most likely respond to his criticisms of you with deceptive untruthful answers so you could lesson the blow. Also repeating what I said before you see Jay as being way too logical, another thing is that while you can inspire each other you actually feel severely misunderstood most of the time.

square mars~ uranus: There is severe unpredictability and restlessness in this relationship, both of you feel this constant sense of change and excitement. This leads to very frequent ups and downs relating to your deep emotional connection. This also points to an almost chaotic sex experience and uncontrollable sexual attraction.

~house overlays🌠~

your sun in his 9th house: Despite having many differences, you share similar world views. This also could potentially mean that you have almost identical philosophies. This is such a good thing, though, because you will always be able to entertain each other through genuinely insightful conversations. Another thing that I just want to to mention is that you also influence each other to be more culturally aware. This overlay also indicates that this relationship is a perfect foundation for potential marriage.

his lilith in your 1st house: Though you genuinely care about each other there is this strong sense physical and sexual attraction. There is the potential for something that could low-key be a type of obsession. It's more that Jay is obsessed with your appearance and the little quirks you have. Meanwhile, you feel that Jay helps to uncover a deeper part of you that you often hide, he allows you to show your darker and more rebellious side.

his sun in your 6th house: There is a very strict dynamic that your relationship upholds, one where either you or Jay decide to be more submissive. This is actually an effective thing all things considered, this is just the way you get stuff done, you're most productive when you're together. Again it literally keeps saying Jay will assume the role as the more passive submissive one of the relationship.

your juno in his 6th house: You choose to express your love for Jay by primarily doing chores or gifting him with things that could help make his day that little bit more easier. You just love that dating lifestyle, the one where you feel needed. But another huge part of this is you just wanting to prove to Jay that you will always be there to help him no matter what.

his pluto in your 2nd house: Jay will bring great change to your personality as a direct result of his powerful personality, you often see him as someone who you can rely on for great advice.

his moon in your 10th house: This overlay is a little bit of a problem area that results in parts of your relationship feeling distant and impersonal, even though he loves you he can't help but feel a little uneasy around you. In his eyes you are such a great girlfriend, such a great catch, but you have a lack of emotional closeness. Jay is very in touch with his emotions so it doesn't sit well for him knowing that you seem to be a little more disconnected than he could ever be and he also feels that you only really take care of yourself at times when he really needs you. Another thing to consider is that both of you will have this habit of portraying each other as the "trophy wife" or "trophy husband".

your neptune in his 7th house: You awaken this sense of romance and intimacy in Jay, but on a deeper level than what is considered normal. Also just keep in mind that Jay has never felt such strong emotions for anybody else even in prior relationships. Jay's immediate reaction to this is to be very co-dependent, but you teach him how to not be as co-dependent.

his mercury in your 7th house: Jay has this innate feeling that you will accept the way he thinks, even if this is just an illusion it puts him at ease enough for him to easily communicate with you. Overall, he just feels so comfortable in your presence, there is never a shallow conversation when you are together. Each conversation is deep and intimate where you share your deepest thoughts . Your free flowing communication will never dwindle, it will actually get stronger over time, you also have an intellectual bond.

your pluto in his 5th house: Man, idk how to take this, I'm so jealous of the sexual relationship you have with Jay lmao. You have a way of bringing a lot of pleasure and sexuality to him. I mean the results vary you could bring him happiness and pleasure through shared hobbies as well but the overwhelming thing is the fact that you'll definitely try out ALOT of various kinks and fetishes. You can also help each other creatively or help each other discover new talents, but lets be real this part is mostly about the crazy sex you'll have. This definitely sparks the deep need to have children sometime in the near future.

his north node in your 8th house: This overlay hints at a sense of unpredictability in your relationship but your connection will still be felt on a deep soul level. Jay will also enter your life during a time of major transformation, that or he will trigger the change himself.

your chiron in his 6th house: Your relationship is all about spiritual healing and enlightenment, healing and physical perfection. Basically you love to really tune into your deepest feelings but you never really show this to other people, you still strive to portray a perfect relationship.

his juno in your 10th house: There is an extremely important bond between the two of you. The stand out point of this overlay is the fact that Jay will feel fully responsible for you and your well-being and helping you have the career of your dreams. But don't worry, you love Jay enough to help him out. You're always looking out for Jay and you feel that maybe you'll be able to play a part in helping him succeed with certain things.

his uranus in your 4th house: Before you met Jay you were convinced that you new everything about what you truly desired when it came to home and family, that was until you met Jay. He will unintentionally shake up what stability you do have, he does this in a positive way though. He wants to assist you by introducing you to new concepts of family while bringing along consistency and security.

your neptune in his 7th house: You have really changed Jay's life for the better, you awaken this need for love and intimacy that he has never felt before. You also feel so energised with your connection to him, something you had never felt in your past relationships.

his mercury in your 10th house: This one will be short and sweet, but basically you and Jay find it quite difficult to talk about anything other than your goals and careers.

your north node in his 10th house: Even though Jay truly loves you and the relationship he is very self conscious about the image of your relationship, this goes back to him trying to live the life where he is a trophy husband with a trophy wife.

his neptune in your 4th house: You may bond over a deeper love of children and a shared home, this falls in line with the fact that marriage is never off the table for both of you.

your uranus in his 8th house: You shake up Jay's perceptions of sex and sexuality, you actually introduce him to a new way of expressing his sexuality, he feels like you don't judge him for wanting some very different things.

~final verdict🌠~

This ship really does speak for itself, you and Jay have something that is so unbelievably real, raw and passionate. It really does feel like you were meant to be, I'm not just saying this to make you feel good either. I really think this is an example of everything in a relationship done right and this comes from the fact that you and Jay are so dedicated to your relationship. There is nothing better than you in Jay's eyes and he would literally move heaven and earth for you if he could do it. I sound like a broken record but there is just so much love, dedication and deep deep feeling. This is definitely a relationship that will last, and hey, like I said before it could even lead to marriage and children and god knows Jay would stick around for that to happen. Most of this is just him being super duper whipped for you, and I really can't say too much without repeating myself. This is just such a precious relationship, I love the dynamic you have and you are both just too good for this world🥲.

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20 QUESTIONS FOR FIC WRITERS

thanks @commanderfoxdeservesbetter for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

105! hit 100 over febuwhump.

2. What is your total AO3 word count?

167,182!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

star wars: the clone wars is the main fandom, but i've also written some stuff for alex rider! and a few gift fics for jedi fallen order, marvel, and doctor who.

4. What are you top five fics by kudos?

no. 1 is 'connection is what saves us' (which makes me happy, because it only recently overtook second place and i like to see a fox-centric whump fic on top).

no. 2 is 'the food's too sweet'.

no. 3 is 'an acceptable loss'.

no. 4 is 'no stranger to guilt'.

no. 5 is 'dead men feel no guilt for dying'.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes! sometimes it might take a few days, but i always love the opportunity to ramble about my fics some more!

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

given that 99% of what i write is whump, this one is a tricky one. if you hate major character death then i recently started writing a few fics for the 'kill a character bingo' prompts. but if you, like me, believe in fates worse than death, then i would probably say 'cut abruptly short' had the angstiest ending (lining up with canon in terms of the tragedy of order 66, with an added element of angst from the theme that i used for the fic - "force sensitivity as horror").

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

another tricky one! because despite everything, i've realised that i've actually been pretty good with at least writing a hopeful ending into my fics. so with that in mind i'm going to take the opportunity to plug my favourite (only slightly angsty at the start) crack fic of all time, 'follow the leader'. perhaps the happy ending is more implied than explored, but still, :D

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope!

9. Do you write smut?

not at the minute, i suck ass at writing romance so it would probably only ever be part of some depraved angst bs.

10. Do you write crossovers?

not yet, but i have a few that i'd like to take a stab at one day, if the inspiration strikes. bioshock, batman, doctor who... many possibilities.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

luckily, not that i'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

i am currently co-writing a fic, but it is a long way off from being published! really really looking forward to sharing it, though, it's going to be a beautiful combination of angst, crack, and time travel :D

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

i don't really ever ship anyone! it just isn't my cup of tea, usually, unless the ship is dangling the carrot of angst in front of me. the only ship i'd say that i ever enjoyed exploring was thoschei (the doctor/the master) from doctor who. lots of potential for a supremely fucked up or fun dynamic, haha. i suppose i should also mention shadowgast from cr2, i was rooting for that throughout the part of that campaign i watched live.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

well if you want the nice answer, i'll say the isolation au as a whole, but that's because i don't think i'm going to run out of ideas for it any time soon! if you want the less nice answer, then i have been struggling with the long fic sequel to 'dead men feel no guilt for dying' for over a year now. i have loads of cool scenes outlined and fun ideas, but still haven't been able to settle on an overarching plot that i like! it's very annoying. massive kudos to multichapter fic writers!

16. What's your writing strengths?

i think i do well with structuring my fics. i enjoy figuring out how to write things that flow together, or mirror other scenes. one of my favourite fics to write was 'reiterate, relearn', which i think is a prime example of this!

17. What's your writing weaknesses?

hate writing dialogue! very rarely does it come naturally, which i think is because i characterise everyone sliiiiightly different in most of the fics i write, depending on the au that they're in. most of these guys also don't have much in the way of canon dialogue to go by!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

hahaha, mando'a is really something i should have tried to incorporate more of! i like it as a fandom/legends trait for the clones, but it would require me putting actually thought and planning into my fics.... and alas!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

if we're counting before i knew fanfic was a thing, i guess it would be pokemon mystery dungeon oc fics in a notebook when i was like, 8. if you're talking fic that i've intentionally written, is was for the jse ego fandom; a bit of a niche community surrounding certain arg-like videos by jacksepticeye!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

oh boy.... too many choices. as a i say above, i think 'follow the leader' was definitely one of my favourites to write, but i think my favourite as a whole has to be 'in thanks they will keep him forever'. not putting something from the isolation au here was a tough call, because those first three fics were genuinely a blast to write, but 'in thanks' was such fun to plot out, and so self indulgent - wait! that means i totally have done a crossover fic, technically! but i won't count it, because 'in thanks' only contains a single monster from doctor who, adapted to star wars for coruscant guard horror purposes. as i say, very niche, very self-indulgent, and i definitely i want to write more stuff like it in the future!

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okay, this was a bunch of fun, i always like the excuse to read back through old fics! if @stardustloki, or @amberskyyking want to do this, or anyone else who thinks this looks fun, then here you go!