#also like we already knew but alex is tall tall

[racewinnerlandonorris]

the throuple we didn’t know we needed

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

My favorite ships ranked!

There's a huge chance this list will change once every two days at the very least, but let's do it!

1. SUPERCORP

Literally my favorite ship ever. They're just perfect for each other in every possible way. Their love languages complement each other perfectly, they can rely on each other, and they work together like the best team in the world. Lena needs love and Kara knows how to offer it without asking for anything in exchange. She will take whatever Lena is willing to give her and be happy about it. But Kara still needs someone that will look at her and see who she really is, no judgment, and someone who she will be comfortable being herself - Kara Zor El - with.

Speaking of fanfic, I think it’s safe to say these fandom has some very talented authors who gave us very well written works. They can also work in every possible scenario, so that's a huge bonus.

Favorite scene: "Supergirl might have saved the city, but, Kara Danvers, you're my hero."

2. SHOOT

Shoot is THAT couple that should have ended up together, but didn’t. I don't hold a grudge on it, though, because Root's death made sense to the show's ongoing plot. I can't say they would be perfect like Supercorp because Shaw has some emotional problems and Root is just also in love with a artificial intelligence or whatever, but they would work. Shaw would try - for Root - and Root would love every part that Shaw allows her to see.

Favorite scene: "You can't live with me and I can't live without you."

3. WAYHAUGHT

Do I even have to say anything? Our most perfect CANON couple. They were perfect from start to finish. The way Nicole absolutely adored Waverly, almost like a worship even, but wasn’t afraid to stand tall on her ideas and opinions. The way Waverly acted like Nicole hung the moon and stars in the sky just for her, and how we know she would be able to do anything to keep Nicole happy. They're that couple that make everyone's teeth rotten with how sweet they are.

Favorite scene: "You guys make The Notebook look bleak."

4. CABENSON

One of my favorite gay ships, so it has a special place in my heart. In the early seasons, it's pretty clear, at least for me, that Alex and Olivia could have something going on. I believe they were both shoving it away because none of them was ready to get seriously involved with anyone and they knew that whatever they decided to have would be too special to be treated lightly. Unfortunately, time was cut short for them when Alex got pulled away for WitSec.

I do think they will forever be each other's "almost", or "what if", but they're long past that now. They changed too much and they did it separately. If they were together, they would have changed around each other and, possibly, be able to work those differences to stay together. But now I don't think they would be able to keep a relationship. It's a bit sad, but it's also a very good portrait of reality.

Favorite scene: "You like being back on court, don't you?"

5. BISHOVA

I'm new to this ship, but I already love it. They remind me a lot of Shoot, actually. We just know that Yelena needs to find someone who would love her with no restrictions and that she deserves to find love. And Kate needs someone able to ground her, but also someone who allows her to be as silly as she wants, someone that will always have her back, doesn't matter how insane her plans might be. They have chemistry too. Also, I can see them getting together with no drama at all, or maybe something they can easily solve, and then being together for the rest of their lives to the point that they can't even remember a time they didn’t know each other. We didn’t get to see them that much, sadly, but I keep my hopes up for more scenes of them in the future.

Favorite scene: "You have one fork?"

6. FLEURMIONE

Okay, two intelligent and beautiful women together? Sign me in! I've been in Harry Potter's fandom for many, many, years now and, after giving it too much thought, I can safely say that Fleur would be the perfect match for Hermione. She would challenge Hermione, they would have endless discussions about any and every subject, they would have enough books together to fill up a library, and they would make each other want to be better every day. I also see Fleur being a bit sarcastic and Hermione keeps rolling her eyes at her at least fifteen times a day.

Fleur is constantly curious about the muggle world, always eager to learn anything Hermione is willing to show her. She would have a great relationship with Hermione's parents, mostly because she thinks they're one of the most genius people on the planet because they know how to fix people's teeth. Meanwhile, Gabrielle would loooove to talk with Hermione, especially when they get together to embarrass Fleur.

Favorite scene: You know, the totally canon one when Fleur asked Hermione to the Yule Ball.

7. LOU MILLER X DEBBIE OCEAN

Heist wives? Yes, please.

We don't even need to pretend. These two were totally banging throughout the whole movie. The headcanon is that they used to date, then Debbie made some stupid decisions, met the wrong people, they broke up for a while and then Debbie got locked up. I believe Lou was so angry with her for both being stupid and for ruining what they had because she wanted to get more money than they actually needed, that she didn’t even visit Debbie in prison.

While there, Debbie had enough time to realize how much of an idiot she had been, so it's up to her to win Lou back. Meanwhile, Lou knows that she's screwed the second she sees Debbies smile again. She just can't help but orbit around her.

Also, they're the Moms, no doubt about that.

Favorite scene: "Baby, I don’t have a diamond yet."

8. DANSEN

The only reason they’re all the way down here is because I hate CW, but I actually love them more than half of my family. They’re married, they’re moms, they’re in love, they’re perfect. Someone as caring as Kelly needed someone to make her go crazy like Alex, while Alex deserved someone that would understand her no matter what. Honestly, I just love them.

Favorite scene: THE PROPOSAL

9. CAROLNAT

Is there any chance this could happen? No.

Do I still dream about it? Constantly.

It's just one of those couples where things would just work. My biggest headcanon for them is that they would be constantly laughing and having fun. Always joking and playing around with each other. Natasha would crave physical touch and Carol would be happy just to be around her at all. Carol would finally find a reason to stay on Earth without feeling guilty about it and Natasha would one thousand percent make a retirement party for her.

Also, they would protect each other so fiercely that no one would even dare to warm any of them.

Favorite scene: The one where Natasha ends up on top of Carol in the training room. Totally canon, trust me.

10. GLORBIA

Might sounds crazy, but hear me out.

Barbie is literally Gloria's dream Barbie, and Gloria is the reason Barbie is alive. Once Barbie becomes human, I can totally see Gloria falling for her without even noticing it, while Barbie takes a while to realize what are those things she's feeling. I do believe Sasha would have a strong part in bringing them together. She would be the one to explain to Barbie what a crush is and what being in love should feel like, and then she would have to give her mom a gentle push to acknowledge her own feelings.

After that, fluff all the way. Gloria would be the most patient person in the world while she sees Barbie navigating human life, just happy to have whatever Barbie is comfortable giving her. Meanwhile, Barbie keeps getting surprised by how strong her feelings can be every time she even looks at Gloria.

Favorite scene: Not a scene per se. Instead, I'm bringing that Tumblr post that says "Ken only has a great day when Barbie looks at him. Gloria always has a great day when she looks at Barbie."

Bonus

11. GAY BELLA

Quite literally, any lesbian ship from Twilight. My favorite one is Rosella, but Bella x Tanya is a close second. Bellice is also a very strong candidate, not to mention Bella x Kate. And, oh, did I hear someone say Bella x Irina or was it Bella x Leah? Honestly, just give me lesbian Bella and I will be happy.

12. ROJARIAS

One of the hottest couples that exist.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

[inmyownfantasywrld]

I Only Have Eyes for You | alex turner x reader

summary: Your friend you’ve known for quite awhile has invited you to her wedding, she requested you bring a plus one, and there is someone just perfect in mind.

a/n: i’m so sorry but i completely gave up on trying to restore the old ones and just decided to write a new one. btw i haven’t written in a while, and this one was rushed so badly, so it’s not the best… but enjoy! (p.s this is not proof read, so sorry in advance 😅)

Ever since your best friend matt introduced you to his band mates two years ago, you found yourself catching feelings for one specific member, alex. you somehow always caught yourself day dreaming about him, and got a warm feeling all over when you were near him or just thinking about him.

the thing that got you hooked was how you were just so comfortable around him, as if you knew each other for much longer, also the way he has with words, and how they sound so effortless when talking or singing on stage.

moments you cherished dearly were when you two would be at the cooks for a gathering but always end up outside smoking while the rest were inside talking. he would speak of anything that came to mind because he would instantly feel comfortable around you. your conversations can range from young adolescent years to music then to tough personal struggles, you two really helped each other without knowing it.

the first person you’d think of for help or advice was alex, and when alex was in need of help, all he can think about was you.

-

“alex we’re gonna be late if you don’t hurry up and speed here,” you whine into the phone while shoving gum and a lipgloss into your small baguette bag. “who said i wasn’t already here,” alex’s voice was so serious in that moment for you to freeze for a second and run out the door.

“wait, wait a minute,” you look around outside to the empty street, “you fucker!”.

he laughs at your confusion, “i’m sorry love i had to get you out the house or else you would’ve taken forever to come out, but anyway i’m turning the corner see ya in a bit.” he hung up the call and as soon as you looked up he was already there.

alex got out of the car and leaned against the door on the passenger side. he had a huge grin on his face as you walk towards him, you take the opportunity to subtly check him out while he’s probably doing the same.

alex was wearing a dark navy blue tuxedo, with a pair of black leather loafers, his hair was messy but put together as always. the sight of him made your knees weak. god. he’s just so, you can’t even describe it. handsome? beautiful? sexy? anything that came to mind described alex in every way possible.

alex was practically drooling inside when he first saw you, you were wearing a dark red maxi dress that had a low back, the dress accentuated your curves times ten making it hard for alex to not stare, you paired the beautiful gown with black chunky platform heels that make you almost as tall as alex, and your hair in a blowout making you look like a super model.

“you look handsome,” you smile and nod in approval. “thank you love, and you look gorgeous as well,” his voice deep and husky, his words turn your cheeks warm and give you butterflies. you guys exchanged a quick hug, one you wished lasted a little longer. alex opens the door for you and watches you carefully slip in, he shuts the door and heads to the drivers side.

while on the way you two had been pouring your heart out onto reptilla by the strokes for fifteen minutes now, the song was played over and over again, it was now permanently burned into your brain. the time was three o’clock and the reception starts at three thirty, you made it just on time.

alex parks the car and helps you get out. you glance up at him and you realize you haven’t seen that smile wipe off of face ever since he had picked you up. you can’t help but smile back, it’s contagious.

“i cant believe we made it on time, i really believed we’d be late with your granny driving,” you laugh off, while making sure you have everything you need in your bag.

“if i didn’t call you saying i was outside, you’d still be getting ready, plus, I don’t even drive that slow.” he huffed out as he holds out his arm for you to loop yours around. “bet you my grandma can drive faster,” you joke, alex chuckles and starts walking both of you towards the ceremony.

-

it’s been a few hours since the ceremony ended, you and alex are now on the dance floor dancing horribly to katy on a mission by katy b. the memories of you introducing alex to this song flood your brain but disappear when you see alex dancing without a care in the world. the atmosphere was dark, the only light source being laser lights you’d see in the club, so it really didn’t matter how he was dancing because you could barely see. the newly weds were no where to be found, most likely hooking up in a random room.

you realize you haven’t had a single drink ever since you’ve been on the dance floor, you want to go to the bar but would rather if alex came with. “can you come with me to the bar?” you yell over the blaring music to alex, he aggressively nods his head, which brought a smile to your face.

once you make it to the bar you order a martini and water, alex gets a margarita like he always does. you have a seat on the stools, relaxing your feet from standing/dancing for almost two hours. alex sits on the stool next to you and starts checking his phone.

“your dance moves were impeccable to katy b,” you laugh out, alex rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “i wouldn’t be talking love, i saw your moves to rihanna” he raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. you smack his bicep and narrow your eyes, “you better not tell anyone,” alex inhales sharply and rubs the spot you had smacked, “if you don’t dance all crazy for riri what are you doing, head bopping? could’ve swore i saw you dancing too,”

“maybe i was,” he chuckles as he retrieves your drinks. “and no, i wasn’t head bopping i was proudly singing, and maybe dancing.” you guys both laugh while attempting to sip your drinks.

“did you know that tomorrow marks the day we met two years ago, two years!” you stare out into deep space just thinking about it. it was crazy how two years ago you met alex, and clicked instantly. he became your closest friend, one that you tell everything to, he’s the only person you’ve told about your trauma, and he didn’t judge. he helped and comforted you, which is why you love him in every way possible

alex felt the very same way but you didn’t know it, yet. he loved how you would ramble about your life, or anything, and he loved to just sit and listen. you were like a hydrangea, with a little bit of soaking you opened up and turned out to be a beautiful flower. you have so many story’s that alex loved listening to, he was happy he was lucky to be with you in that moment. after hearing about your past relationships and how they treated you so poorly he knew he had to make a change.

“five, four, three, two, one. happy anniversary love,” he showed you his watch with his smile reaching his ears. a butterfly exhibit was practically inside you now, for the first time in forever, you were nervous with alex. maybe it’s the feelings you have for him, or the little gestures he does but you’ve gone completely head over heels for him again, if it was even possible at this point.

you raise your glass to alex, and clink the glasses together. while taking a sip of your martini you maintain eye contact with him through the glass, his gaze makes you weak, making you want to melt on the stool, eventually you look up to the ceiling to break the contact. you can feel his eyes on you, he was looking at every inch of you at every opportunity he got. he ripped his eyes away when you put down your glass, and started to sip your water.

“i’m surprised you remembered,” he exclaimed, he smiles almost as a smirk and cocks his head. “it’s marked in my calander for a reason,” you smile shyly, and look down to your lap while a few loose strands of hair fall on your face.

alex reaches out and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “good, cause i do too,” he whispered.

his voice, the gesture, his touch makes extremely flustered.

alex’s hand cups the right of your cheek, caressing it with his thumb. you take the opportunity to hold his hand and fully rest the side of your face on his hand. his deep chuckle can be felt throughout his entire body, the vibrations run from his head to his fingertips. at this point your eyes struggle to stay open, you attempt to fight your eyelids but they eventually win.

“tired?” alex whispered softly into your ear, nearly touching.

“mhm,” you groan, attempting to lift your head, but it felt as if it were a bowling ball.

“will you dance with me?” alex requests while running his hands up and down your exposed back. his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps.

“if you’re too tired we do-“, your head snaps up as you heard the question. “i would love to, al!” you chimed in.

alex’s smile is the brightest smile in the universe, his cheeks and nose are a light pink, his eyes softly gaze into yours taking a look at your features. you notice his eyes subtly glance over your lips but immediately return back to your eyes.

alex gets up and holds out his hand, you grab his hand as he starts to lead you to the dance floor where everyone was slow dancing. it is now when you realize what alex had intended, and how alex’s timing was just perfect, he knows exactly what he did and isn’t ashamed of it.

the first notes of ‘i only have eyes for you’ by the flamingos ring through the air, you wrap your arms around alex’s neck, while his hands settle on your waist. he sways both of you side to side, while never breaking eye contact.

my love must be a kite of blind love, i can’t see anyone but you…

by coincidence when you had first met alex this was the song, the song you listen to and all you had imagined was him. you’d be spread across your bed, stare at your ceiling, listen to this song and replay all the little moments you had shared with him in the beginning, him opening the door for you, stealing each others glances in a busy room, being able to spot each other in a large crowd, smoking together, and any other minor interaction.

alex felt the same exact way.

as you rest your head against his chest, you can hear his heartbeat beating at an abnormal pace, the one they’d have due to them being nervous, or frightened. you put your delusion cap on for a split second and thought you were making him feel this way, but you knew alex would never go for you, he only saw you as a friend.

alex squeezed your waist slightly, pulling you back into reality.

“you alright, you’ve been staring out into space for awhile, anything you wanna talk about?” he gently asked, his left hand lightly running up and down your back, while his left hand lifts your chin to look at him. he raised his eyebrows slightly and his chocolate eyes softly gazed into yours. your cheeks turn warm, all over your body in fact. he made you feel so safe, and warm whenever and wherever. it’s what you loved about him.

are the stars out tonight..

this giant urge to tell alex how you feel is killing you. you want to tell him so badly, but you fear it can go so wrong. some scenarios you’ve conjured were it can be just like you imagine, you tell him how you feel and tuns out he feels the same way too, boom, live happily ever after. second way is he is utterly disgusted, leaves you at the wedding, alone, with no ride home, and break off all connects to you. and lastly the third way could be is that you never tell him, live in agony for all eternity, and die alone.

you’re gonna do it. you’re gonna do it, y/n.

“it’s,” you hesitate for a second, taking a look in his captivating brown eyes, acknowledging the tiny scar above his left eye.

you slightly readjust your arms around his neck, “its just that, when we had first met this was the song i would listen to and…and think of you. i actually think of you quite often, more than just a friend should,” you whisper the last bit, biting your lip trying to sooth your nerves.

i don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright…

alex continues to slowly dance with you while listening to the song deeply, as if the song is just sang for the both of them. his head gently laying on top of your head, his other hand holds you at your waist, keeping you close.

“this song reminds me of you so much too.” his whisper almost inaudible.

“that first night we met i already knew you’d be the love of my life. when i first heard this song, around the time we met actually, all i could imagine was us as we danced to i only have eyes for you. I think that’s when I knew you were the one for me, and you’re still the only person I have eyes for.” he lifts his head from the top of your head and glances at you with a giant smile.

your cheeks were practically on fire, you wanted to scream so loud. your smile is too big to fit your face, you felt on top of the world. your best friend you’ve been in love with for two years now, was in love with you. this is the dream you’ve waited so long to become reality, and now it’s here are yet you’re still in disbelief.

alex leans close to your face and ever so slightly whispers, “i love you.”

his eyes travel from your eyes down to your lips. you can barely process what he had just said, but your eyes start tearing up from happiness, and the smile never coming off.

“can i kiss you?” alex whispered, you nod your head, slightly nervous. alex leans in closer and presses his lips against yours. his lips were soft and gentle with yours. your lips moving in sync with one another, hungry for each other. his hands lightly squeezing your waist while yours were tangled in his hair. your body was buzzing all throughout your body, electricity sparking the kiss.

shortly after, you two pull away for air, both chests rising and falling rapidly. alex rests his forehead against yours whispering sweet nothings. you open your eyes looking up through your lashes to find alex smiling like a sweet child, you bring your hands away from his neck and move to his collar, smoothing it out. “i love you too al.” you confess before pulling alex by his shirt collar and giving him another kiss.

i only have eyes for you, my dear.

yep it’s short one, hope you enjoyed, this is so shitty i’m so sorry 🥹

[wonderingsoftly]

okay, i am a big stinky romantic ghost. it goes well with admiring and touching and squeezing. more feeding, big time.

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Chapter 5 - Undeniable

Seven more months passed and Alex’s waistline continued to grow. His and Mellie’s relationship also deepened with the passing time.

They grew more intimate with each other, often sitting pressed up against each other while Alex rested between meals. Alex would often pull Mellie’s hand onto his often-distended belly and encourage her to rub.

And Mellie was more than happy to do so. Though, at first Alex could sense Mellie’s hesitance. He reminded her that her job was to serve him.

She was grateful that Alex could seem to sense what was going through her head and took the pressure of their growing intimacy from her.

She hoped that one day she would be brave enough to act on her feelings, but watching him grow was good enough for now.

His belly, once slightly soft, was now ballooning out further and hung down slightly over his waistline. Every part of him was now softer than before, his chest bigger to match his stomach. the definition of his jawline was starting to disappear and his thin arms had a nice layer of flab over them.

“245 pounds,” Mellie read the digital scale with pride. She gave him a smile as he looked down at his belly and placed his hands on either side of it.

“Feels good,” he hummed.

Looks good too, Mellie thought longingly.

She resisted the urge to reach out and give his muffin top a squeeze. The pants he wore were reaching their limit.

Mellie found herself daydreaming of Alex fattening up further, stretching the limits of his clothes. The thread of his shirts straining to hold his widening belly and chest, his jeans creaking with every movement, one overly-sudden movement away from splitting, revealing the creamy, soft fat underneath…

Alex’s sigh shook Mellie from her daydream. “We’ll actually need to go shopping soon…these are the last pair of big pants I own.”

“You’ve already outgrown everything else?” Mellie asked with some surprise, nonchalantly trying to rub the blush out of her cheeks.

“You wanna go after breakfast?” he asked, patting his stomach.

“Good call,” Mellie mused. “We can probably get a better fit on you if you're stuffed.”

And maybe Mellie might get a glimpse of him trying to squeeze himself out of his jeans…

“Perfect,” Alex replied, keeping Mellie from getting too deep into her daydreams again.

Mellie got a large breakfast together for Alex and fed him quickly, his stomach bulging out once they finished.

She chided herself for staring too long while cleaning up, and did her best to turn her attention to the dishes. She wasn't sure, but she swore she could see Alex smirk and silently chuckle to himself as she pulled her gaze away.

They made their way to a big and tall store, Alex walking in proudly with Mellie close behind.

“Go find stuff you might like to see on me right now,” he said with a pat to Mellie’s head. “I’ll get stuff for me to grow into.”

They split up, eventually meeting in front of the changing rooms. They both had armfuls of clothes and the changing room attendant led them to a large room.

Alex took the clothes from Mellie and entered the room, while Mellie took a seat in front of the door. She could see his calves and feet shuffle around through the space under the door and heard him grunt as he pulled his pants down.

Mellie took a deep breath, trying to keep her thoughts calm. She closed her eyes, silencing her imagination and waited for Alex to come out.

She heard the door creak quietly and Alex stepped out wearing a handsome set of athletic wear, one of Mellie’s picks. His belly was a bit disguised by the jacket, but Mellie looked forward to potentially getting him to fill it out.

“I knew it would look great,” she said, smiling and cheerfully tilting her head to the side.

“Comfy, roomy, still nice enough to wear out. I like it.”

Mellie leaned forward, crossing her legs. “Next?”

A curious smile crossed Alex’s lips and he went back into the room. Mellie closed her eyes again, starting to quietly hum a song to distract herself, when she heard Alex call.

“Hey, Mellie, can you help me with this shirt? It's a little tight…”

Mellie looked curiously at the door before getting up and letting herself in. Her cheeks flushed as she found Alex standing there, shirtless and smiling mischievously.

She stepped closer, about to ask for the shirt in question, but Alex slipped behind her and clicked the door’s lock shut. Mellie gasped, his large, warm belly almost pressed against her.

“Alex…?” she asked nervously, unsure of what was happening.

“You’ve been staring at me all morning, but playing like you haven't…” Alex said in a low voice, stepping closer to Mellie.

She stared up at his increasingly cherubic face, speechless. heat spread over her face, neck, and shoulders. He had a hungry, pleading look in his eyes.

“You’re allowed to stare, you know…”

Mellie tried to speak, opening her mouth, but had no words available.

“I’m…trying to be patient and let you make the move when you're ready, but…” he grabbed Mellie’s arm and pulled her close into him. Mellie couldn't deny the warmth of his stomach and she automatically placed her hands on it. “Mellie, I’m hungry.”

Her knees tried to buckle. She knew what he really meant.

“How much longer are you going to keep me from tasting you again?” Alex crooned, placing a large hand on her cheek. Mellie’s mind flashed to the first night they spent together, Alex gently licking chocolate from her thumb.

“A-Alex…” Mellie could only croak out. her heart was pounding in her ears. “I’m…just your assistant, though.”

Alex gave her an inspecting stare. “We both know that's not true.”

“Look at me,” he whispered, pressing Mellie’s hands further into his stomach. “This is only because of you…and I know you like it.”

Mellie gently started kneading his stomach, unable to deny what he was saying.

“Mmm…see?” Alex moaned quietly. “You know what you want. I’ve gotten so much from you already and I’ll keep getting more…but you’ve been restraining yourself for so long. Enjoy yourself…don't overthink it.”

Mellie began trailing her hands up Alex’s soft chest and to his face. He stared at her lovingly, longingly and cradled her face in his own hands.

She gently pulled him down to her face, pressing her lips against his. Alex hungrily reciprocated and one kiss quickly became dozens.

Mellie’s moans were quiet and low, and Alex responded with his own. Mellie slipped her tongue past his teeth and Alex did the same. She then started kissing down from his lips, trailing over his soft chest and began kneading his belly again.

“That's it…” Alex moaned, running his hands through her hair.

“You’re so soft,” Mellie whispered in between kisses on his skin. “I want you softer…”

Alex’s quiet laugh rang in Mellie's ears. “Yeah…?”

“I love seeing your belly so full and round, knowing that you will just get bigger and bigger,” Mellie said with a desperate-sounding whine. “I want to have you within my reach at all times, and I want to call you mine…”

“That's what i’ve been waiting for, Mellie…” Alex replied with a happy sigh. “I’m all yours…everything I am now and everything I will become…”

Mellie’s skin tingled at his declaration.

“I’m sorry i made you wait so long for another taste…” she whispered, still kneading his belly.

“It was well worth it…even better than I remembered.”

Mellie shivered. Ii can't get enough of you.”

“You took the words out of my mouth,” Alex moaned as Mellie began kissing his chest again, squeezing his belly.

“Should we…go back home?” Mellie paused her kissing, looking up at Alex’s huge dark eyes.

“We picked out a lot of clothes…I think we have time to enjoy each other a little longer,” Alex whispered, kissing Mellie's neck.

Mellie giggled. “It's not so bad, being the personal assistant to a demon.”

“You're exceptional at your job, Miss Melinda,” Alex cooed, bumping her with his belly.

“Oh, be careful…I’m definitely going to stuff you silly for lunch if you keep on doing that.”

Alex bumped her again, chuckling.

“Promise?”

***

As promised, Mellie kept to her word to make Alex softer and bigger, and Alex eagerly ate everything Mellie offered.

They now spent even more time pressed together, Mellie constantly rubbing Alex’s belly with no hesitation, indulging her desire to listen to his moans and hums.

He quickly outgrew his last, old pair of jeans and began wearing the new clothes they picked out together. His belly always strained his shirts, however, and he softened further.

Five more months of snuggling, gorging, and eating out piled on more weight to Alex’s frame.

His belly now permanently hung over his pants and his thighs rubbed together when he walked. His chest grew more pillowy and his face had developed a significant double chin.

Mellie giggled as she buried her face in his soft chest as they lay together in bed. Alex placed a small kiss on Mellie’s head, gently stroking her hair.

Mellie adjusted herself to rest her head on his chest, placing a hand on Alex’s large belly. She began to jiggle his stomach, making him moan appreciatively.

“Mellie…” he murmured. “You know what this does to me…”

“Just want to wake you up a little before breakfast,” Mellie sang, rhythmically wobbling Alex’s belly.

With a little playful growl, Alex rolled Mellie onto her back and hovered over her on his hands and knees. His belly hung low enough to touch Mellie’s torso and Mellie continued to play and wobble him back and forth.

Alex leaned down for a kiss and Mellie reciprocated with a smile. He sighed dramatically and plopped himself down on top of Mellie, resting his head on her chest.

Mellie let out a little noise as he put his weight on her, rubbing his head affectionately.

“I almost cover you completely…” Alex said dreamily, sliding his fingers under Mellie's shirt and squeezing her sides.

She tried to inhale silently, the sensation of Alex’s fat belly on her sparking a heat in her abdomen.

“You know what this does to me,” Mellie said with a moan.

Alex responded with a low chuckle, nuzzling his head in Mellie’s chest.

“Where do you think you’re at now?” Mellie asked, running her hands through Alex’s dark hair.

“I bet I'm 300 now,” he replied, looking up at Mellie with a smug smile.

Mellie shivered at the mention of the number. he was more than twice her weight and she loved having him pressed on top of her. spShe tried to imagine him even bigger and lying on her, making her breath catch in her throat.

“Let's weigh you and then get some food in that big belly,” she said, squeezing his flabby stomach. “If you're not 300 yet, you will be by the end of the day.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that!” Alex laughed, sitting up in front of Mellie.

She sat up too, smiling as she admired him. He was already a far cry from the thin man he was a year ago. His belly rolled out in front of him, his flat chest no longer that–Mellie guessed his chest was almost as big as hers now, and if not, it would be sooner or later.

His face was positively cherubic now, rounded with fat and his neck was swelling out, making his chin start to disappear. His big dark eyes were even more charming framed by his chubby cheeks.

“You’ve grown so much since we first met…” Mellie sighed.

“Thanks to you.” Alex patted and jiggled his belly, making Mellie smile. He was happy for a moment until his expression fell slightly.

“You’re not getting bored or anything, are you?” He asked hesitantly, suddenly looking at her with big, wet eyes.

“No, not at all!” Mellie gasped, the sight of Alex's dark eyes glimmering making her heart squeeze in her chest.

“I’m sorry for asking that,” Alex replied apologetically, rubbing his neck. “I just…worry sometimes. Like i’m having the time of my life, but you're doing all the work…”

“And I love it,” Mellie said seriously. “My arms may get tired every now and then, but Alex…watching you eat and getting to squeeze you all over is one of the best things I've ever experienced.”

Alex looked a little unsure, trying to offer a smile.

“And I get to see results immediately…” Mellie cooed, crawling over to Alex and rubbing his belly. He let out a shivering breath as she gently started wobbling his fat stomach. “What job gives you results like this so regularly?”

“Oh Mellie,” he moaned, almost like an invocation. “Please get some food in me, please, please.”

“How about I feed you in bed this morning?” Mellie cooed again, kneading Alex’s skin.

Alex moaned. “Till I can't move…”

And Mellie quickly obliged, sprinting down to the kitchen. She had actually been planning a breakfast-in-bed feast for some time, but the timing never seemed quite right.

She deftly grabbed and hauled out the multiple bulk boxes of pastries she had been hiding in the pantry, along with a gallon of whole milk from the fridge. danishes, cinnamon buns, turnovers–she figured they would make a good starting point for him to digest before she ran back down to the kitchen to start on pancakes and french toast.

Mellie set the boxes on the bed with a grunt and looked at Alex, who had been making himself comfortable up against his pillows on the immense bed.

He looked at the boxes with awe, then up at Mellie.

“Where…?”

“Hid them under your usual arms-reach spots in the pantry,” Mellie grinned. “I’d been wanting to do this for a while. I'll get you started and digesting all these while I work on the main course.”

“All four boxes?” Alex asked with surprising apprehension. “And then a main course after…?”

“Oh, I thought you said you wanted to be too full to move?” Mellie asked, teasingly sad and giving her best puppy dog eyes. “Were you lying?”

“N-no! I meant it, I meant it!” Alex’s voice was suddenly desperate.

Mellie gave him a devilish grin, swiftly tearing open the plastic on the first box. She did the same to the other three, glancing at Alex every now and then, watching him start to fidget and wipe his mouth.

Of all the things Alex ate, sweets seemed to turn him ravenously hungry. He would down plates and plates of dessert when offered, even after a button-bursting feeding session.

Mellie slid the boxes toward Alex, all stacked on top of each other, and she climbed onto the bed to take her place next to him.

“Ready?” Mellie asked, giving his belly a squeeze.

Alex couldn't even muster a word, just hungrily watching Mellie’s hand as she waved a wrapped pastry in front of him.

“Oh, I’ve got a little demon piggie on my hands this morning, haven't I?”

“Mellie, please,” Alex whined, giving her a pleading stare. “Before i start tearing into these by myself.”

Mellie laughed and unwrapped the pastry, tossing the plastic behind her. She pushed it to Alex’s lips and he hungrily took the whole thing from her fingers, devouring it.

She gasped, surprised at his speed. She must have teased him a little too long, she guessed as she grabbed several more pastries to open.

Alex devoured the contents of the first box, moaning happily as his stomach started to fill.

As Mellie expected, Alex downed all four boxes, his pace slowing on the fourth. His belly was reaching its full roundness and Mellie rubbed it affectionately as he chewed the final pastry.

“Feeling good?” she asked with a happy sigh, loving the warm feeling of his skin.

“Amazing,” Alex moaned, letting out an airy belch as Mellie massaged.

“Let’s wash this down, yeah?” she grabbed the gallon of whole milk from beside the bed and opened it. She carefully lifted the bottle to his lips and he began to drink.

He finished about half before his eyes met Mellie, signaling her to stop. He let out an exhale, gently rubbing the top of his belly, now fully taut and round with the additional liquid.

He looked at her, somewhat dazed with little dribbles of milk on his cheeks and neck. She gently wiped his face clean, dusting crumbs from his chest.

Alex smiled contentedly, tucking Mellie’s hair behind her ear.

Mellie kissed Alex’s chubby cheek. “Let me get started on everything else.”

She hopped off the bed as Alex leaned back and sighed, now rubbing his belly in Mellie’s place.

Mellie scampered down to the kitchen, quickly grabbing various boxes of pancake mix from the pantry. eggs, milk, and butter from the fridge, bags of frozen fruit and sugar for compote, heavy cream for french toast, and a big, rounded container of her secret weapon.

Gaining powder. She ordered it a while ago at the recommendation of a weight gaining forum post she read online and she was beyond interested.

She hadn't used it yet, unable to find a good way to disguise it in their takeout food and other things she made while Alex was around.

There wasn't much of a real reason to hide it from her increasingly-enormous boyfriend, but there was something exciting about it to her…secretly being able to maximize his calories and watch the weight pile on even faster. She’d let him know maybe once he gained another hundred pounds if he hadn't figured it out by then.

Mellie got to work mixing up batter for pancakes and french toast, topping each bowl off with extra scoops of gaining powder. She heated up the fruit and sugar for the compotes, even adding gaining powder without making the sauces too cloudy.

Her fervor increased and she cooked like a woman possessed, stacks and stacks of pancakes and french toast piling up around her.

When the last of the batter was gone, Mellie stepped back and looked at her handiwork. There must have been at least dozens of huge pancakes and pieces of french toast. She wiped her forehead with a proud breath and she began pouring fruity, fattening compote on everything.

Mellie began carrying everything up to Alex's room. enough time had passed that Alex had come out of his gorged daze and he watched in awe as Mellie placed endless serving plates of food on the bed.

His belly had settled a bit, though it was still remarkably full and round.

She finally brought the final plate, smiling triumphantly.

“Mellie, you…” Alex whistled. “You’ve outdone yourself.”

“Not yet, big guy…I still have to get everything in you,” she replied, giving Alex’s stomach a long knead.

He moaned as Mellie pressed into his stomach. A belch escaped his mouth and he let out a sigh of relief.

“It smells delicious…fill me up, Mellie.”

Mellie grinned wide and began feeding him. Pancake after pancake, smothered in sugary fruit sauce, passed his lips and he chewed emphatically. He moaned happily with each swallow, and his belly quickly rounded back out to its previous tautness.

But they weren't even close to being done.

They entered their usual trance, the sweetness keeping Alex’s feeding speed high. One by one, the plates emptied and Alex’s belly distended further.

His moans grew louder, beginning to border on groans. Mellie took a moment to press into and massage the bottom of Alex’s hard belly, hoping to activate some digestion. Alex groaned at first, then sighing gratefully as she continued.

“You’re doing so well, Alex…you’ve eaten so much and filled up that belly,” Mellie cooed.

“I’ll eat anything you give me, Mellie…”

Mellie planted a kiss on the top of Alex’s tight belly. “Oh, what a good boy.”

“Look at me…this is all because of you.”

Mellie kissed his belly again, making him moan. “So delicious…”

“You sound like a demon,” Alex chuckled breathlessly. “I found an amazing little assistant on that park bench…”

“Let me be a demon then,” Mellie whispered, looking up at him and smiling devilishly. “Shall i stuff you until you're begging for mercy?”

Alex shivered, gently taking Mellie’s chin in his fingers. He met her devilish grin with one of his own.

“You can try, little lady…”

Mellie giggled eagerly and started feeding Alex again. He met her with surprising hunger, eating and swallowing almost faster than Mellie could feed him.

The remaining plates emptied quickly, and Alex’s belly was almost horribly round and tight. his moans and sighs veered into painful, but he rubbed at his belly, his head tilted back and eyes closed.

“You…did it, Mellie…I can't move.”

Mellie let out a sigh of relief, gently placing her cheek against his huge, taut belly.

“You didn't ask to stop at all…just think of how big this will make you.”

Alex hummed happily, stroking Mellie’s hair as she rubbed her cheek against his belly.

“Everything was so delicious…I can't not finish every bite of your homecooked meals.”

“Oh, we didn't even weigh you!” Mellie gasped, looking up at Alex. She kept softly kneading his stomach. He moaned appreciatively, gingerly adjusting himself against the pillows he leaned on.

“Maybe before bed tonight…? Though I think I’m ready to sleep this off or something,” Alex patted his belly, letting out another belch.

“Let me admire you a little longer then…” Mellie rubbed circles on his skin with her palm.

Alex nodded and smiled.

[drghostwrite]

When the Sky Falls

******************************************************** Okay so this will be a little different but here it is...

Summary: Supergirl x Star Girl mash-up based on season one when they are staked out in the cabin but also when they fight eclipso in season two just imagine mass chaos and an old friend calls for help. The catch is that you're also 8 months pregnant, captaining a team helping to save the world. Lena Luthor x pregnant!wife! reader

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Brrrr! Brrrr!

You heard a phone going off and felt Lena shift behind you, unwrappping her arms and you no longer could feel her pressed against your back. you glanced at the alarm clock, 2:27am, who is calling at this ungodly hour? "Hello?" she answered. You could hear muffled talking on the other end and then she turned back handing the phone to you. you tried your best to sit up but being 8 months pregnant made it extremely hard so you scooted back resting against the headboard and pillows.

"Y/N Luthor speaking."

"Hey Y/N it's me Pat Doogan, though I knew you as Y/N Avery back then."

"Pat, like Starman's 2nd hand, it's been a while. What's going on it's 2:30 in the morning."

"Yes about that, It's a long story but I need your help and your team. Eclipso got out and I love my stepdaughter but her and her friends can't do this alone."

"Pat, if he's out then he'll be after that staff."

"I know and turns out my stepdaughter now wields it."

"Okay, let me make a few calls, do you know where my old cabin was?"

"Yea but it was small enough for like three people."

"Yea well perks of marrying a billionaire that understands the stress of the superhuman, crimefighting life, she helped me rebuild it. Just trust me it'll fit everyone and it's completely off the grid and high tech go there and hang out until we can get to you."

"Okay, got it, see you soon hopefully."

"Oh trust me you will, you're gonna need us."

You turned to Lena but she already knew, she grabbed the bags from the closet as you got out of bed threw a couple extra things in, and ran them downstairs. You quickly sent out an emergency alert, asking for Wynn, James, Alex, and of course Kara. telling them all to grab their suits and rendezvous at your house, within 20 minutes they were all there ready to go. When arriving at the cabin you saw Pat's car parked and assumed S.T.R.I.P.E. was somewhere nearby in hiding. You saw the lights on and everyone quickly followed behind you and Lena. You could hear arguing in the den you were standing on the balcony above looking down at the scene before you, Pat, another middle-aged blonde woman who you assumed was his wife, a young girl who looked like the woman with wavy blonde hair, a tall boy with disheveled brown hair, and two other girls one Latino with long black braids, and another girl black with short coily hair. You saw blueprints laying on the table before them and you could hear them arguing strategies.

"Well I hate to break up this party but I might be able to help," you started down the stairs. everyine jumped to attention quickly arming themselves, you saw a girl out of the corner of your eye tall, black hair with white highlights, a blade coming from her wrist. "Yes I knew you would make it." Pat quickly made his way over and introduced everyone. "It's been so long and now your married and a baby on the way that's crazy!"

"Yea but that's life," you smiled at Lena, "Anyway everyone this is my team Wynn Schott my technical analyst, Alex Danvers, Len Luthor, James Olsen the guardian, and of course Kara who you all know as Supergirl. I told Pat I would only bring the best." they were all whispering and started to get excited that a Kryptonian was in the same room as them. "Before we go any further Lena and I are glad everyone is here we just wish it was under better circumstances, but villians don;t take days off so lets get eveyine in their bunks and we can figure this out."

"I don't think there's enough bunks though."

"You just need to know where to look," Lena quickly motioned to the wall and it moved revealing and elevator, you stayed uo all night talking strategy and then before you knew it storms started coming and it was time your team needed to move out.

--Time jump--

You were at the cabin with Barbara being the command center, while everyone else was in town, Lena and Wynn took Beth to the town hall to break into mainframes while everyone else was underground fighting, Lena had specially designed suits for everyone to monitor vitals and conditions. Everything was going smoothly until you lost connections to comms and couldn't get them back, vitals started to spike and before you knew it they all went down. Barbara was trying her best to keep calm and help you but moving between screens was becoming harder by the second. You paused a second and shifted in your chair starting to feel a slight tightening, but you blew it off, you needed to get your team and everyone else out alive. You stood up pushed the chair away and continued back to your typing, forgetting the woman behind you.

"Y/N are you okay?" You heard Barbara speak up, forgetting she was there you had allowed yourself to wince, not realizing she saw.

"Yea, it's just hard to be in the dark like this, not knowing if my team or those kids are okay."

"That's not what I meant, you're getting close to your due date which can be stressful enough on the body." She said placing a comforting hand on your back.

"Look I understand the concern but that's my wife, the mother of my child, and my baby's aunts and uncles are down there. I can't sit here trying not to stress myself out when for all I know they could be laying there helpless bleeding out or worse." You felt another pain and this time you knew it was too late, inhaling and taking a deep breath leaning against the desk, almost hitting the floor but feeling her guide you back into the chair.

she bent down in front of you, holding on of your hands. "Trust me, if anyone understands, I do but you're not helping anyone if you're in labor and trying to run a command center by yourself, tell me what to do let me be your hands."

"Okay," you shook your head pitifully at her and started giving her instructions, you stood and started pacing back and forth allowing it to ease the pain while she typed away. Another pain came causing you to stop in your tracks and lean against the far corner of the desk, you tried breathing and a small whine escaped your lips, Barbara watched you out of the corner of her eye, noting that you were getting closer and closer to having this baby. She finished typing her last couple of lines and carefully approached you, you felt her hands slowly massage your lower back relieving some of the pressure. "Okay I think it might be time to move you back upstairs."

"What? No, we need to get connection back."

"Y/N it's trying to restore but if we don't go soon you're gonna have that baby right here, and I don't think you want that?"

You shook your head no, "Just try one more time and if it works we can go upstairs and monitor from one of the tablets."

"One more time," she said studying your eyes and you teared up, you quickly shut them feeling another contraction, and winced as she turned to reboot the program. You both held your breath but then you heard it static and then everything came back at once you watched as the screens lit back up and everyone's pictures and vitals came back online. they quickly transferred to a tablet and Barbara grabbed it moving towards you. You heard her breathe a sigh of relief, and turn to look at you but your face was painted with concern as you looked down, you felt the warm liquid running down your leg and onto the floor, she followed your eyes and then you both looked back up your demeanor suddenly betraying you and breaking from its normal confidence.

"Y/N, your water."

"I....I.." you were speechless. She wrapped her arm around you and quickly took you back upstairs to the master suite. you leaned against the bedpost in pain as she rubbed your back. "Y/N I'm going to call Alex and try to get someone here but unfortunately I'm not sure." you nodded trying to breathe through the pain. She slipped and earpiece in and was talking over the comms, you could only hear what she was saying and the reaction didn't sound good, things started moving fast she was running around grabbing supplies while you fought contractions that were coming on after the other.

20 minutes later Alex and Lena both rush into the room. Alex rushes into the ensuite bathroom washing her hands and asking Barbara questions while Lena rushes to your side, she helps you placing an arm around your back and guiding you onto the bed, she sits behind you and you press into your wife's chest wanting nothing more than this to be over. That's when Alex comes over and helps take your pants, and underwear off. "Y/N this is really going to be uncomfortable but I need to check and see where you're at." You shook your head and waited, feeling her insert two fingers but they didn't make it far before she met your baby's head.

"Okay, Barbara grab some gloves and get over here I'm gonna need some help," Alex climbed up onto the bed in between your legs placing one hand on your knee and the other on your bump. "Y/N I wish this wasn't going to happen here but it looks like this little one wants to meet their mama's a little early."

"It's too early, I have a month left!" you gritted out.

"Well looks like this little one is an overachiever, it'll be okay just on this next contraction I need you to push."

Several pushes, a little bit of blood, and an hour later, "Okay Y/N, stop pushing, I need to...just give me one second."

"What's wrong?" no response so you asked again, no response. "Dammit Alex what's wrong with my baby!"

"Y/N I need you to relax, the shoulder is stuck I'm going to have to check the cord first and then shift the baby but it's going to hurt."

"I don't care, save my baby," she looked at you knowing the danger of the situation, "Alex, you know I trust you with my life so I am telling you now, no matter how loud I scream or how many times I tell you to stop you do what you have to, to save this baby."

"Y/N" you could feel Lena tense behind you. "Do you understand?" she looked at Alex. "No, I said do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Okay then." you gripped Lena's hand and pressed back against her feeling her tears fall, Alex quickly felt for the cord but it wasn't around the neck, now for the hard part. You felt you place two hands on your bump hesitantly and she looked into your eyes, you gave her the go-ahead and closed them gritting your teeth as you felt her start, but that quickly turned into a blood-curdling scream as you felt the pressure on the sore muscles and the baby shifting. "Oh God, I'm okay, I'm okay, God that hurts." You gritted your teeth and felt the baby shift, "Okay Y/N push, go ahead and push." You bore down and pushed with everything you had, feeling the shoulder come loose and the baby slides down. The cry filled the room and Alex wrapped her in one of the white towels laying her on your chest.

"She's here!"

"She?" Lena asked and Alex shook her head.

"We have a daughter, a baby girl."

--Time Jump--

Everyone had returned from defeating Eclipso and Kara was now holding her niece talking to Alex as the rest of the younger team filed in to see. they each got to say hellos before she brought her back into your room. handing her back to Lena and she turned to you, embracing you as Lena watched happily and her daughter cooed.

"I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you Kara, for everything, for getting everyone out alive and making sure my wife made it back for the birth of our baby girl," the two women shared a look, making you laugh. "Oh don't think I didn't notice Lena made it here in five minutes when she should've only made it in 30."

"Oh Love you never miss a thing do you." You all laughed Lena coming in to kiss you.

"So did you pick a name or am I just going to keep calling her nugget?" Kara asked. you all chuckled and you looked at Lena her giving you the okay.

"You can call her nugget all you want," you said handing her back to Kara, "But meet your niece Adira Kara Luthor, it means strong and powerful which is something that I want her to be one day."

"Well I think she has the perfect set of role models for that, don't you nugget." Kara said as the little girl grabbed her finger.

"Oh she definitely does," Lena said wrapping and arm around your waist and leaning down to kiss you.

[faghubby]

owned

"It's your fault" I yelled at my sister Lisa.

"How is this on me? Bro" She laughed

"You used to always talk about how great lovers your black boyfriends where" I told her

"So you went out and found some black guy to fuck you up the ass" she was historically laughing at this point.

She had come home two days early from school and caught me naked on out parents bed getting railed by Alex. I had met him at work he was a truck driver that delivered to the restaurant where I worked. He was tall and obviously worked out. He was everything i wasn't. He didn't romance me or anything he just knew, I guess. One day he took my phone out of my hand and added his number. As Black Daddy.

That night I got my first dick pic. I was hugely embarrassed but excited all the same. Everyday he sent me pics and would ask if I wanted it. At first I didn't answer. This made him more aggressive with the messages. I finally said yes. I did. That is how I came to get caught with this man's cock pounding my sissy ass. It wasn't the first time he had been fucking me almost everyday for two weeks. At first he was more gentile, more understanding now he just did whatever he pleased. Including teaching me to get throat fucked.

I was wearing my father's robe, it came down to my ankles and hung on me as if I was a child. Being the first thing I grabbed when my sister walked in. Alex just dressed and left. He had already finished. His cum leaking out of my gapped as.

"I am guessing Mom and Dad don't know" Lisa said. I nodded.

"Well I am not going to tell them" she assured me. I ran off to get dressed and cleaned up.

Lisa was waiting in the kitchen. She asked me questions. How did we meet. But mostly. She wanted to make sure I was being safe. We chatted like sisters comparing lovers. It was no secret Lisa only dated big black guys. But she told me she was impressed from what she had seen of Alex's 11 inch cock. And how I could take all of it.

Lisa helped conceal what was going from my parents. But as the summer went on he became more demanding. First it was a blowjob in public. Right on the beach anyone could have seen. But he had me dress more submissive as he called it. Basically more femine. Really tight shorts. And shirts, soon became bikini bottoms and crop tops. I had removed all my body hair for him by 4th of July. Lisa helping along the way.

"I think it's time I met your folks" he told me one night after I had just swallowed his load.

"What? Why?" I stammered

"Your my bitch they should know" he said smacking my ads

"I am 19 it's none of their business" I shot back. He stood up I knew I had mad him angry. He wanted me submissive I wasn't to question him. I dropped my eyes.

"Sorry, I am sorry. I will invite you to dinner" I told him in a whisper.

"Good" he told me. For the next few weeks i kept making excuses.. till I came home from work one day to see his car in the driveway. I was in full panic when I entered the house.

"There he is" My mother sang. "Come in here"

Lisa , Alex, mom and Dad where all playing cards and drinking.

"You never told us you where seeing someone" my mother added. My Dad just looked me up and down.

"Well you don't look very pretty wearing that" My dad told me. Still in my work clothes. Lisa grabbed me by the hand and led me to my room.

"Trust me?" She smiled. I nodded. "Put this on" she handed me a dress and a pair of panties. Then exited. I was very unsure but did as she said. She had also left shoes on the bed. They where woman's sandels. Mom walked in without knocking just as I was done.

"Look lovely" leading me back out Alex pulled me to his lap.

"Look good babydoll" he said his hand on my ass. "Tell you Dad what you call me" he insisted I looked at the floor

"Daddy" i whispered

My mother laughed out loud.

"We should be going "Alex told them. And took me by the hand and led me out. As soon as we where in the car.

"Take out my cock and suck it" he told me. I was slobbering all over it before he even backed out of the driveway.

[all-for-geek]

Mother Knows Best

Fandom: Alex Bale/Don't Feed the Muse

Summary: Jared's journey through the white dimension didn't go as planned. For him or the Muses. How did he break free of the Muses' control. Or did he?

Word Count: 1,521

Warnings: Mentions of Harassment and Stalking, Verbal Abuse, Abuse from a Parent

This story was inspired by a conversation with @sam-harz. Enjoy!

“-AAAAAHHHHHH!” 

Jared waited for the pain to start. He had never been eaten alive before, but he couldn’t imagine that it was pleasant. He kept his eyes welded shut and waited. He felt like he was standing there for eternity before he slowly opened his eyes.

The blinding light caused him to immediately shut them again. He tried looking down at the floor, but the glaring white void completely surrounded him. He blinked furiously as his eyes tried to adjust. 

Everything around him was white. Did he already die? Was he in some sort of purgatory? 

A tall, lanky figure stood just on the horizon of Jared’s vision. He stood there, staring at Jared. 

“Hello?” Jared called out. Maybe the man, or whatever it was, couldn’t see him.

As if waiting for an invitation, the man began to walk towards Jared. As he came closer, his features solidified into a set structure and shape. His long nose came into view. His hairline was just as receding as Jared remembered it. The thing was the spitting image of himself. All it needed was his glasses to complete the look.

“Hello,” the not-Jared responded. It smiled in the same way Jared did when he met a new, nice, pretty girl.

“Wh-who are you?” Jared mustered.

“Well come now, son,” not-Jared chuckled, “Did you bonk your head on the way down? Surely your memory isn’t going that fast.”

All at once, it came rushing back to Jared. The moments before his death (or was he still dying?). The friend in the walls had appeared. It looked like him. Then its face opened up and-

“What are we doing here?” Jared asked, desperate to escape that memory.

“Waiting,” not-Jared answered, “Digestion is such a sticky and boring process. This way you don’t have to deal with the excruciating agony, and I get to have fun. Win win!”

“Digestion?” Jared was stuck on that word. His friend had mentioned it before. “You mean…I’m…”

“Oh, do keep up son,” not-Jared interrupted, “Everything that made you you is being broken down and making me me.”

“But, I don’t feel any different.”

Not-Jared rolled its eyes. “What is Mother’s name?”

“Mother? It’s…” Jared trailed off as he tried to think back to that woman. The one who raised him. The only one who was ever there for him. The only person who loved him, even if she had a rough way of showing it. But whenever he thought of that word, Mother, he thought of the creature his friend had brought him to. The one who took away all the bad parts from his mother and kept all the good. “Mother is…Mother.”

“Exactly,” not-Jared replied in a chipper tone. Two rolling desk chairs manifested themselves in the void. not-Jared sat in one. “So why don’t we sit here while we wait for Mother’s plan to complete.”

The words sounded nice. Helping Mother was all Jared ever wanted. But the actions were wrong. Mother never liked Jared to sit around like a freeloader. She also had tasks for him to complete. There must be a task for him to complete. 

A change in the void caught Jared’s attention far off in the distance. A silhouette, a woman maybe? stood there, waiting for him. Jared felt drawn to her like a moth feels drawn to a flame. He started running.

“Where are you going?” not-Jared yelled. “This isn’t what Mother wants.”

Jared’s head knew that not-Jared said was right, but his heart wanted nothing more than to find that woman. He kept running.

Jared’s feet fell out from under him as he sat in a rickety chair. In an instant, the white void had morphed into an all too familiar office. The woman sitting behind the desk glared at him. He didn’t need to read the nameplate to know she was HR. Actual HR.

“Jared, do you know why you were called in today?” she asked. 

He knew why. He knew it was stupid. There were a lot of nice, pretty girls at the office. A lot of them were single, and the world is dangerous for nice, pretty, single women. Jared wanted to make sure that they were safe. That they were protected. Why did no one see that?

“Jared, this is the third complaint we’ve gotten about you, and this time you were found following Jenna home. You are lucky that she isn’t pressing charges. I’m sorry, but it has gone far enough. You are being terminated effective immediately. Please, go clean your desk.”

Jared stormed out of the office, knocking over the chair in the process. Why didn’t they understand? They never understood. Mother always said ‘actions speak louder than words’, so he also showed his appreciation rather than said it. He was never good at talking anyway.

Jared stepped through the door into his old office. Rather than his computer and his Spongebob bouncy ball, he found a semi-circle of the women, from this job and others, that he had shown his appreciation to. The circle closed as the door shut.

“What are you doing you creep?” Jenna asked. Classic Jenna, always playing hard to get.

“Have you been following me? What the fuck?!” Christine shouted. She was so nice in the office, why was she never nice outside?

“Stay away from me, pervert!” Lisa screamed.

The other women joined in, each shouting their own grievances at Jared. With each beratement, he felt himself getting pushed farther and farther down. He covered his ears as the current of voices pushed him this way and that. He was just trying to help. He never hurt anyone, so what was the harm?

Before Jared was swept away entirely, he looked up to see a harsh, wrinkled face join the others.

Jared gasped as the voices were swept away with the ocean waves. He could feel the mushy, wet sand underneath his shoes. The water felt…odd. It was cold, and it was wet, but it didn’t cling to Jared’s clothes like it was supposed to. Furthermore, the water coursing through his lungs didn’t burn or constrict his breathing. It traveled in and out as easily as air. 

Jared looked around at the aquatic scene. There was not much life in this part of the ocean. The only thing of note was the rickety cabin towering over him. It looked like the kind of place that a young woman would be chased into by a guy with a chainsaw. The waterlogged wood looked like it would fall away at any minute, and the one sturdy part of the cabin was the skull shaped knocker on the front door. 

A piercing shriek came from inside the house. Jared didn’t waste any time running into the house after it. The wood was surprisingly sturdy under his weight, but he didn’t have time to concern himself with that. There was a damsel in distress for him to save.

He followed the scream into the basement. A beige sponge dressed like a 1950s housewife stared mouth agape and the shattered vase on the floor. 

“Are you okay?” Jared asked the woman.

She turned to Jared, her eyes boiling with rage. “Of course I’m not okay you idiot! What have I told you about putting things exactly back where they are supposed to while cleaning? This is the third one that I’ve lost because of you.”

Jared hunched in on himself, bringing him down to the woman’s level. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up.”

“Damn, right you will!” As the woman walked away, her form shifted. Her spongy skin compressed and wrinkled. Her hair grew long, matted, and gray. She shuffled as her hunched back grew more pronounced.

“All I do for you, and this is the thanks I get,” Margaret Warrenhiem muttered.

Something rushed through Jared’s body. That sliver of hope he had been chasing finally caught up to him. He looked up at the glaring woman with admiration in his eyes.

She still loves me.

Jared took his time walking through the park that night. Mother was in one of her moods, so it was best to give her space. The cool night air felt nice as he watched the trees bend in the wind. 

For a moment, the branches shifted and twisted into long, metallic arms. The night sky glitched and flickered like a screen as data about people Jared had never met flipped through the clouds.

Jared shook the nightmares out of his head. That was over. He had a new life here. A better one. One where it was just him and his mother. not-Jared could have his old life if it wanted it so bad.

He was startled back into the present by footsteps farther along the path. Up ahead, he saw two young men sitting on a park bench. One was a new neighbor. Walter? was his name. He was always sad and distant like everyone else on Paradox Street. The other was a man Jared had never seen before.

Excitement danced in Jared’s eyes. Someone new must be coming to town. He should throw him a welcome party.

[42bakery]

My beloveds @captainbradmarchand and @fabiochampioraro tagged me to respond some questions, so here we go.

rules: answer these 15 questions then tag 15 people you’d like to know better

1. Are you named after anyone? Not really. My mum had a classmate with the same name and she liked it. But the classmate was written in the Latin/Spanish way (no 'h' in the name), while mine is in the English way. Please don't ask me why.

2. When was the last time you cried? I'm in my period, so I'm a fucking mess. I think it was yesterday when I saw a compilation video where people did cute things for others. Yes I'm a train reck when on my period

3. Do you have kids? Nope

4. What sports do you play/have you played? I did rhythmic gymnastics for three years. I wasn't really good, but I had fun. I also like to play 21 when I can, but my wrist is o fucked up for that

5. Do you use sarcasm? Yes I use it so much when talking in Spanish that it could be considered my mother tongue. I do try in English, but it doesn't came as natural

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their eyes and their height

7. What’s your eye color? A weird mix in between blue and gray

8. Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings but in a found family way. I'm so done with the romantic ones. I'm also okay with cliffhangers

9. Any talents? I have either the most freaking good memory ever or I can't remember what I ate 2 seconds ago. I also can write.

10. Where were you born? In a hospital in Terrassa, province of Barcelona. Fun fact, that wasn't the hospital I was supposed to be born. Well yes, but not really. There's a closest one to my house, but my mum had a high risk pregnancy (I was too big) she was then monitored in that other one.

11. What are your hobbies? Reading books and manga, watching TV shows and occasionally films (not a film girly), watching sports and writing.

12. Do you have any pets? Yes I had 1 cockatiel named Pica that passed away on October last year (not our fault, he eat something that make him sick and no one knew). Now we have 2 a female named Oro and another male named Pada

13. How tall are you? Around 171cm

14. Favorite subject in school? In school it was Spanish, then Maths in highschool and in the course up to university it was Biology and later on Microbiology

15. Dream job Working with virus in a lab

I can't remember who did it and who didn't, so forgive me if you have already been tagged: @suzuki-ecstar @distinguishedfifty @collecting--stardust @fangirling-throughlife @game-set-canet @bobendsneyder64 @alex-marquez @kingofthering @nyehhh-hh @micksdoohan @whoregaylorenzo @ilikecarsandlike4people @milla8920 @its-always-silly-season @celestinovietti

[justsome-di]

Nobody Ends Up Dead in a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 21

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Leo knew how his parents liked him to dress. He wore the clothes his mother had bought him for Christmas a few years ago, though his shoulders had grown almost a little too broad for the top, and he had become a little too tall for the jeans.

He walked into a swanky bistro and towards the tiny table his parents were already seated at.  

His mother hugged him, awkwardly and one-sided. He smelled her perfume—the same perfume she had been wearing for as long as he was alive. Her thin arms didn’t provide any warmth or comfort. The bones of her wrists dug into his back.

His father just looked at him closely with a tight smile. Leo didn’t know what he was looking for, but he hoped he wouldn’t find it.

“How’ve you been?” His mother asked. “How are your classes?”

“Classes are fine,” he said.

“Doing well in them?”

“Uh. Yeah. I’m on track to finish Magma Cum Laude.”

His mother laid her hand on her chest, over her black sweater. Fabricated pride welled up in her smile. Her eyes were blank.

“Good. Good,” his father said.

He rubbed his hands between his knees. His fingers were cold. Damián told him that if he exercised more routinely, he would have better circulation and wouldn’t be so cold in the middle of the day. But Damián exercised all the time, and he still shivered at the beginning of the fall. So, Leo didn’t quite believe him.

Silence settled over the table. Leo hadn’t kept up with whatever his parents were doing. A part of him told himself he was a terrible child. They raised him. He should have at least checked their Facebook pages. Another part reminded him that his parents didn’t deserve it. At the moment, the first part was dominating.

A waiter took their orders, smiling like he didn’t recognize the tension.

“So, are you still retiring next year?” Leo asked his father.

His father nodded. “May.”

“Oh. That’ll be nice. Do you have anything planned?”

His mother waved her hands. “His plans are to sit at home and watch birds. I asked him to take me on a vacation, but he said we’d just have to wait and see.”

“Aw, dad. Take her on a vacation.”

“I didn’t say we couldn’t go,” his father said. “I just said we’d have to see how things are going.”

“What kinds of things?”

Leo’s mother stared through him for a moment and then looked down at her hands on the table. Her wedding band, a dull gold, looked almost too big on her spindly finger. Her engagement ring still sat fine below it.

She had had another ring when Leo was growing up. There were two stones that sat side-by-side. A diamond for Damián, the spring child. And a garnet for Leo, the winter child. He had had the vaguest of memories of Damián tracing the stones with his finger when he was still young, pressing down on each cut and looping his finger around the gold band.

On the rare occasions she took it off and left it at home, Damián would slip it onto his pinky finger. Leo would watch how it caught the light as Damián held up his hand to admire it.

She wore it every day until everything happened with Damián. Leo never knew what she did with it, and he never asked.

“Have you heard back from any more schools?” his mother asked.

“Not yet,” Leo said.

“Where are you applying?”

“Almost everywhere I can afford.” Everywhere Damián could afford. “Mostly in-state schools, but I’ve sent some applications out-of-state.”

It would be best to tell them now rather than drop it on them later in case they thought he was running away. But his mother looked interested, genuinely. Her eyebrows rose, and she tilted her head in the same way Damián did when he was listening to someone.

“That’s good to hear. It’ll be good for you if you get a chance to get out of New York. You’ve been stuck here your whole life. We actually wanted to make a deal with you.” His mother looked at his father. She folded her napkin, pressing her fingers along the crease. “Why don’t you tell him?”

His father folded his hands on the table. They were always so large. Leo had held them when he was little, and he could distinctly remember how his hand felt between the thick fingers and palm. His wedding band shone in the bright, harsh lighting of the bistro.

“We talked about it, and we wanted to offer to pay for your graduate school,” he said.

Leo’s face paled. He was breathless. That was thousands of dollars. Thousands that he knew his parents had but had kept from him during his undergrad. It was good to take out criminally high-interest loans, they had told him. It built character. It was definitely punishment after he boldly announced he was going to live with Damián.

“Seriously?” he asked.

“You worked hard in college,” his father said. There weren’t many ways he would have known that. His conversations with his father had been no more than three sentences long over the past four years. They were settling into the traditional distance of father and son. “We want to help you.”

“Um. Thanks. That’s a really big—that’s a lot. Thank you.”

“But we’ll only do it on one condition.”

And just like that, Leo knew the offer was too good to be true. His father’s mouth was pressed into a hard frown. His mother was looking away.

Leo’s stomach twisted. He should have known there was a catch.

The waiter came back with a tray full of plates. He laid Leo’s Nutella and banana crepes in front of him and smiled at his gray face.

“We don’t want you living with Damián anymore,” his father said.

“That’s not fair—“

“He’s not a good influence on you.”

“How would you know?”

“He can’t be a good influence on anyone.”

His mother was using her napkin to dab her eyes. Mascara ran off onto the white fabric. Leo hoped it wouldn’t stain for the sake of the poor worker who would have to wash it.

“It’s just an offer,” his father said. “If you move out after you finish the school year, we’ll help you pay for graduate school. We’ll even help you pay for a new place.”

It was almost impossible to live by oneself in New York. Especially as a student. Damián only managed after scoring multiple, returning, high-cost clients after years of work. Even then, he worked almost every night. Leo didn’t know, practically, how he could be expected to move out and find a place if he did end up staying in the city.

He was most offended, though, at being asked to leave his brother. Damián was selfless and kind and had done so much more for him than their parents had ever done.

“I want you out of there,” his mother said, her voice catching in her throat. Her brows were pressed together. “It’s bad enough you went against my wishes by moving in with him in the first place.”

“He’s closer to my school, and he offered—“

“I begged you to not move in with him,” his mother cried. “You know what he did to us.”

Her voice was rising. Other tables were starting to glance in their direction. Leo tried shrinking down in his chair. He didn’t know if he was more angry at her or more embarrassed by her.

“He’s my brother,” Leo said.

His father held out his hand, steady and palm-down. He still frowned. He was a great businessman, Leo always knew. He knew how to negotiate.

“It’s an offer,” he repeated. “Think about it. We could pay for your schooling. Or you could do it on your own.”

And Leo knew what he meant by on his own. If he stayed with Damián any longer, his relationship with his own parents would continue to deteriorate. They would talk less and less. His mother would cry more. He wouldn’t be invited to mass anymore (not that he ever went outside of holidays), and he wouldn’t be invited to Christmas or Thanksgiving. He wouldn’t get awkward phone calls on his birthdays.

A part of him was almost thankful for the escape even if being totally cut off from his parents made him scared.

It was a lot of money to turn down. And if he went to an out-of-state school, he would have to move out anyway.

But it would be wrong.

But he could con some money out of his parents.  

But maybe Damián would feel offended that he was accepting any money from them on such hurtful conditions.

Leo dug his fork into his crepes.

“I’ll think about it.”

“That’s all we’re asking from you,” his father said.

It wasn’t. But Leo could play nice until the check came.

Leo dragged himself back to the apartment hours later after he half-focused in classes.

He didn’t want to take the offer. At least, not without talking to Damián first. If there was enough bitterness in Damián, they could successfully con their parents together. They could split the money their parents sent Leo’s way and still talk and visit each other.

When he walked in the front door, he heard laughter. Laughter from two people. Leo hoped the second person was on their way out. He didn’t want any company.

He didn’t recognize the man sitting in the kitchen with Damián who laughed and smiled with him.

“You’re home!” Damiàn said. His hands were wrapped around a mug of tea. His fingers slid across the ceramic, back and forth. “This is Alex. He’s the guy I was telling you about. Eve’s brother?”

Leo stared Alex down. The man sunk in his chair. It was a little satisfying.

“The guy giving you the big paycheck at the end of the month?” Leo asked.

Alex’s cheeks reddened. Damián sighed.

“That’s not how I talk about you,” he said to Alex. “Leo, be polite. At least say ‘hi.’”

“Fine.” Leo turned back to Alex. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Alex squeaked out. “You’re Eve’s tutor?”

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Leo said. “Small word. Damián, I’m glad we’re making your client’s schemes into a family affair.”

“He’s in a bad mood,” Damián said to Alex. “He’s usually not like this.”

Leo walked behind them to get a glass from the cupboard. The crepes had left a gross, sugary film on his tongue all afternoon. He wanted to cut his tongue out of his mouth, but he’d have to make do with gulping down a glass of water.

“He’s usually a civilized human being,” Damián continued with a little edge to his voice. He definitely wasn’t talking to Alex. “He’s usually not rude to guests.”

Leo held his glass under the sink’s tap. Water filled it quickly, and Leo downed it even quicker.

“It’s okay,” Alex said. He was rubbing the back of his neck.

Leo got enjoyment out of making his squirm. He still didn’t know if his intentions with Damián were pure.  Eve was great and all, but what the fuck did her brother want from his brother?

He couldn’t believe someone so painfully awkward had planned out a large appointment with a sex worker.

“I should probably get going,” Alex said. “Eve’s going to be back from work soon.”

“I’m sorry about him,” Damián said. “Maybe you can meet him again when he’s not a grumpy toddler.”

“It’s really fine.”

Damián led Alex to the front door, briefly walking out of Leo’s view.

Alex could have been a killer for all Damián knew. He was probably putting on the awkward persona to lure Damián in. When Damián let his guard down, Alex could stab him. Or hurt him.

Or maybe he wasn’t being fair, and he was making judgments just like his parents would.

He laid his glass in the sink.

The front door closed. Damián walked towards his bedroom and passed Leo without looking at him.

“Damián,” Leo called out.

Damián threw his head back and slowly turned around. “What?”

“I want to talk about something.”

“I have to get ready for a client.”

“I really need to talk to you.”

“Is it going to include an apology for what you just did?”

Leo hesitated a little too long. Damián turned his back again.

“Whatever it is, it can wait until tonight. I have to be across town in a few hours.”

He closed the door to his bedroom. Music began playing. A playlist of ‘90s hits. Leo had teased Damián relentlessly with how stuck he was in the past with his music and even the few remaining Beanie Babies he owned.

Leo walked to his door and held up his fist to knock. But he slowly lowered his arm to his side. He had already pissed Damián off. There was no chance he would want to hear that Leo met up with their parents.

It was the second time in just two weeks that Leo had pissed Damián off. At some point, Damián was going to stop forgiving him. At some point, Leo was going to irreversibly damage their relationship.

It might have been worth it to take the money anyway. Leo could get out of Damián’s hair. Damián could have his apartment back to himself. He could have company over without Leo having a tantrum.

Leo opened his laptop. A window had been sitting open with tabs of out-of-state schools, their application requirements, and their tuitions. He pulled open his own school’s student portal and looked at his GPA. He was a good student. Without worrying about finances, he could probably get into most of the schools he was considering.

Damián left without saying anything. As soon as the door closed, Leo leaned back into the couch and pressed his hands into his eyes.

He was a dick. He was an absolute dick. Leo had made Damián look bad in front of a client. A client who was going to pay Damián well at the end of the month.

Maybe Damián would be better off if Leo left anyway.

[the-tiktok-rogue]

Alex’s plight another skully fic

it had been a couple months since this had started, the coughing fits, the headaches. the tall faceless thing that stood around stalking him.

He tried confronting it in the past, then running from it, then he didn’t know what to do, it felt like everyone was plotting against him.

Alex was about to answer his door when he saw through the spy hole a figure in a skull faced mask

“get off my door stop or i’m calling the police”

“You can’t run from this forever” the voice barraged his brain.

“You’re trespassing, I could easily shoot you.”

“that wouldn’t do you very good” the voice was now behind him

Alex jumped and turned around, there it was, that skull faced figure.

“I have information for you about the being, the operator.”

“The Operator? that thing has a name?? and why the fuck is it following me that thing has been ruining my life!”

“You are infected. You have a virus that will infect others.”

“You mean i’m contagious?!”

“You have been for a while now.”

Alex’s heart started racing his mind spiralling how could he keep this under control, how could he be with Amy when all of this was over, he couldn’t infect her too.

“How can I be cured?”

“Death is the only solution”

Death. Alex’s mind spiralled more. if he’d spread his infection to the other cast members, then he’d have to be the anti body….he couldn’t believe he was thinking this but…he remembered Tim had this sickness too back in brian’s house, had he spread it to him?….would he have to kill Tim?

“I see now. I’m going to have to kill all the other infected. I’ll start with Tim.”

the skull man’s expression changed, he looked worried.

“I said death was the solution. But I didn’t mean killing, I can collect the infected at the end of their natural life span and-“

Alex had already made up his mind and was going off to find Tim.

weeks passed, Alex had as far as he knew killed Tim, and Brian.

Who was next?. Sarah.

he took her to the hospital basement for ‘re-shoots’ of brian’s school scene, in the day time, then while sarah’s back was turned in the basement, he picked up a rock and bashed her skull in in a fit of rage, Alex was overcome with it, he bashed her head in until her eyes bled and she died…then he left.

he realised he was filming the whole time so when Alex came back home he rewound his tape, over the footage, he also hadn’t washed sarah’s blood off of his head, so he quickly ran to the bathroom and washed his head.

who was next. Seth.he lied to Seth and said everyone had disappeared and he needed his help.

he brought Seth to that same basement and tackled him stabbing him with a piece of glass, cutting his neck and watching him bleed out, Alex left.

when Alex came back home he fell to sleep, and his dream the skull faced man in a dark place walked up to him.

he took off the skull faced mask and Alex saw Sarah and Seth’s faces

“why, why did you kill is Alex” Sarah’s face asked crying

“We were your friends Alex, why did you kill us?” seth’s face asked

both faces asked why why why louder and the loudest being a screaming WHY?!

Alex woke up in a cold sweat crying

“i’m sorry…i’m so sorry Sarah…Seth…I had to, I had to to protect Amy.” Alex justified to himself

after sacrificing Jay Alex went off to be with Amy, 3 relatively normal years passed of living with Jessica and Amy, until Alex saw on youtube, a channel called marble hornets. It was Jay! he had somehow survived and he was friggin uploading again.

He couldn’t let Amy get infected, he couldn’t let this walking virus continue AGAIN.

he raced to his car, quickly telling Amy a lie

“Visiting family in my hometown for the week, i’ll be back soon babe”

he drove all the way to collage town, then realised, if Jay was still alive then so was Tim and possibly Brian. fuck.

He continued to watch the youtube channel and saw these totheark responses not from Jay, by process of elimination it was probably Brian, as Tim seemed normal in the interview. He’d kill Brian first that thorn in his side.

He went to Brian’s house, with a gun this time, and broke in, he found a person in a hoodie and frowning mask, tackled him and unmasked him, yep, that was Brian, Brian wrestled him off but Alex shot the bullet casing. Alex didn’t hear anything after that so assumed he’d killed Brian, about time to be honest.

Alex quickly left. Jay would be next.

A couple weeks passed and Alex continued watching the youtube channel, Jay had conveniently posted his apartment in entry 24 and Alex recognised it, he brought some matches with him and lit the apartment ablaze then he drove home.

The Skull faced one had appeared at his house outside his door but he ignored it, only managing to hear one line from him.

“she will die.” Alex tuned it out and ignored, just another lie he thought.

Alex felt better already, Brian was gone and Jay, sure he hadn’t killed Tim but considering how normal he was in entry 15 Alex didn’t care, he clearly wasn’t infected anymore, Alex relaxed knowing he could live his life with Amy problem free-

until Amy walked in with a camera.

his heart dropped, like walking in with a pipe bomb about to explode, he tried warning her to turn off the camera, he knew the camera brought the operator about, just like 3 years ago, and before he knew it. like clockwork it appeared.

He watched his girlfriend fall down the stairs and quickly urged her out the window to the second story of the house, Alex held back tears knowing Amy was infected.

“God forgive me Amy.” he said before pushing her off of the ledge of the house. he legs broke and he heard her scream out in pain, she was alive but she wouldn’t be for long. Alex pulled his gun out, and climbed down.

“Alex…help me please” she muttered gurgling blood.

like putting down old yeller he pulled his gun out and sobbed

“Amy, this is all Jays fault i’m so sorry. I tried so hard to protect you, but I have to do this.”

he shot her in the head multiple times, then ran as the operator appeared taking the body.

Alex struggled to sleep that night rolling around in bed, when he dreamed again Amy’s face appeared on the skull masked one.

“Why did you kill me Alex?….I loved you don’t you love me.” Amy sobbed beginning him for a response

“Alex you broke my heart. I’ll never forgive you.”

Alex woke up in a cold sweat

“IM SO SORRY AMY” Alex screamed crying into his pillow. he passed out again before coming to.

He checked twitter and Jay was still alive! and posting. fuck it he liked that totheark so much, maybe Alex should pose as him, Alex compiled some footage and edited it to glitch out like totheark videos, then he edited the footage of Amy, cutting it off before they jumped out the window, he put it all on tape, and mailed it to Jay, and waited.

years passed after that, and many things happened, Alex killed Jay in benedict hall but he still had nightmares, nightmares of Jays ghost begging for forgiveness.

“why did you kill me Alex, I only wanted to help, I wanted to find jessica, WHY????”

then something even more horrifying Alex saw his own face screaming. was Alex going to die?

months passed and Alex was fighting Tim, Tim slit his neck, this was what his dream meant….all those years, he was going to die.

Before his vision faded to black he saw Amy, her hand touching his and pulling him up

Amy smiled “now we can finally be together, I love you Alex”

Alex cried and smiled “I love you too.”

[dailylesliec]

[TRANSLATION] Art and Piece Issue 16 - Alan Chan about Leslie Cheung

“He climbed out of the pool and asked me, 'Don't you just think my shorts look so gorgeous and sexy today?'”

A BEAUTIFUL TUNE IN THE MIDST OF EMPTINESS

Alan Chan - Renowned Hong Kong designer

I am Alan Chan. I am a designer, and designed multiple album covers for Leslie Cheung.

In the 80s and 90s, I designed album covers for several big names and superstars. Some people even called me Leslie's "go-to designer" because of that, and I also witnessed a lot of high points in Leslie's music career. As I work in graphic design as well as advertising, I don't use a very personal angle in creating an album cover. Rather, I use the artist as a starting point, to accentuate the public image the artist had at that point in time.

The first time I helped Leslie create an album cover was in 1984. Capital Artists was beginning to realise that they needed to "package" or "dress up" their artists and came to me for help. And like that, I worked with Leslie for the first time on his album Craziness. Leslie was a gentleman - once he even invited me to have dinner at his then-home in Taikoo Shing after the album was done. To be honest, Leslie and I weren't very close, but we were both very emotional people. We didn't need to say much to understand each other. It was quite fun working on Craziness though. At the time Capital Artists was still quite new and our budget was quite small. The waistcoat, shirt and bowtie that Leslie wore during the photoshoot were actually mine, I just lent them to him. Fortunately, they fit.

I still remember when Florence Chan, Alex Chan and I waited outside the recording studio from noon until late night. When we heard the finished product of Sleepless Night, I really couldn't help but let out a "WOW" in my heart. We knew that this song would make him a superstar. Later when we went to Japan for the Summer Romance photoshoot, I had my eye on a pair of shoes while shopping there. When I went to pay, I found out that gor-gor had already kindly bought them for me. It's an unforgettable memory of mine. Those pair of shoes are almost completely worn out but I still keep them.

I don't really know a lot of artists, but Leslie is definitely the most artistic one. You can see this even in the details of his everyday life. When he moved from Repulse Bay to Kadoorie Hill, he did all of the interior design himself. The furnishing was very tasteful - he just knew how to pick and arrange elegant furniture. He was also a really easy person to communicate with about creating. We both trusted each other a lot in the design process. I knew very well that at some point, o matter if it's singing, acting, or any other sort of artistic approach, an artist should be able to think for themselves and not just follow the crowd.

Just like for the later Leslie '89, Leslie himself took the album cover photo, while I added some finishing touches and colour with aerosol paint. Or take For Your Heart Only. He knew what he wanted to do from the start and even prepared his own outfit. When he arrived, he put on the ring his lover gave him for the photoshoot, so in the end we used a more soft way to handle the cover in order to show Leslie's pure, loving side. Rather than expressing it to the fans, I feel like the concept of the album was for Leslie's own heart. Virgin Snow's aesthetic and typography doesn't look outdated even today. Final Encounter is also really worth remembering - I constructed a ten-or-so feet tall podium and used a vertical ladder to climb up there and take photos, it actually wasn't very stable or safe.

Mirages exist in all of entertainment business. All performances will have parts where we are "pretending" and this is called showmanship. The personality of an artist shows through your showmanship. I felt that the natural, creative energy that Leslie had was unique. No other artist had it. Leslie's beauty came with a sort of feminine sexiness, it was soft-spoken, and he wasn't afraid to show off his attractiveness. I remember during the photoshoot for the Leslie album cover, he climbed out of the pool and asked me, "Don't you just think my shorts look so gorgeous and sexy today?"

Not everyone can be him.

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[fre4kshqw]

Not All Stories Have A Happy Ending -CH3

Tim stretched and groaned "yeah yeah, I know" he said, his eyes squinting from the harsh sunlight. He sat up slowly and stumbled into the bathroom, holding the wall. He had to lean on things at times due to the time when Alex crushed his leg, it never recovered fully after that. Tim did the same as the other male, splashing his face with water and making sure he looks presentable. He walked out the room, his eyes finally adjusting to the harsh sunlight.

"It's finally sunny for once" Jay said with a small smile, "it's been a while since it's been so nice" he said again, looking out the window seeing the wooded area ahead. Tim let out another tired yawn and tossed Jay his backpack filled with tapes, a med kit and Tim's backup medication, his current pills in his back pocket.

The two men exit the motel and head to Tim's car in the parking lot, both getting in and driving towards their destination. Jay was looking out the window, keeping his camera on the dashboard in front of him recording the road ahead. The two men let the silence loom over them, for a while now they've both had feelings for each other but both thought it was an awkward time to bring it up during the situation they're in. Jay tapped his fingers against the dashboard whilst Tim was smoking a cigarette while driving

"y'know you should probably start thinking about quitting, you have fucked up lungs already" Jay said, breaking the silence. Tim took a drag of the cigarette and blew the smoke out the window "hm, no. I'm still alive so I have no reason to quit, my lung problems aren't because of them" he replied as he took another drag, Jay was about to say something until Tim spoke again "You can blame Alex for this, I had to smoke for that stupid part" Just hearing that name sent shivers down Jay's spine, he feared Alex. Mainly because he didn't want to end up like him and kill people, especially Tim. He'd never forgive himself if he did. A small smile appeared on his face just thinking about him and Tim together after all this ended, that's all he wanted though recently that dream seemed further and further away, Jay was snapped out of that fantasy when the car came to a sudden stop.

"Are we here already?" He asked Tim, looking over at him once more. Tim nodded and put out his cigarette in one of the cup holders. "Yeah, though there's a bit of a walk" he told Jay before getting out of the car, Jay quickly grabbed his camera and walked down the hiking trail with Tim, eventually they diverted from the path to make their way to the abandoned building. Tim started talking to distract himself from the horrible memories of the place. "so, have you ever had a boyfriend before?" he asked Jay, awaiting his answer easily. Jay was a little confused by the question, Tim's often serious when it comes to times like these and now he's asking if Jay had a boyfriend before? It took him a couple seconds to answer but he eventually answered "A few, they never really lasted though since it was often 'experimental'" Tim nodded and continued to make conversation "I had a girlfriend before, but I didn't really like her" Jay nodded "ah I see" Jay mumbled, looking the opposite way, that statement made Jay assume Tim was straight.

Tim noticed his sudden mood change and tried to turn it around, "well uh, I wouldn't mind dating a man, I just never had the opportunity too" Jay turned his head to him, a little wider than normal "really?" Jay asked, surprised by his statement. Tim nodded and Jay looked away, the conversation ending. Tim wasn't an idiot he knew Jay liked him, he dropped hints all the time though he still thought now wouldn't be the right time. They both were faced with the old abandoned building, the building was tall. at least 3 stories high. Wildlife and vines covered the building, taking it over, graffiti also covered some places, though Tim knew most graffiti would be on the inside. The two men walked in, their shoes crushing the debris underneath them, the place was a wreck. Jay pointed his camera everywhere he could, gathering as much information as possible. "I'm going to look upstairs," said Jay, leaving Tim on his own on the ground floor. The only sounds around him were the birds flying through the holes in the walls and the breeze passing throughout. Tim wandered around the empty halls of the building looking for clues, looking for someone or something that'll give him the answer to all this. He eventually found nothing down there and decided to head upstairs to where Jay said he'd be.

He walked up the old wrecked staircase to see Jay standing there, lifelessly. "Jay?" Tim said, his voice echoing through the building. Jay slowly turned to face him, a mauled bluejay in his hands. "It wouldn't shut up" he told Tim, his hands trembling. Tim slowly walked over to him, gently taking the dead bird from his hands and tossing it into the debris underneath them. "Hey hey it's okay, tell me what happened" he asked Jay, trying to figure out what happened.

"It had no face" Jay mumbled, looking blankly at the floor "I had to kill it. It had no face Tim" he said again, his voice almost in a whisper as he looked at Tim. Tim felt a pit in his stomach, he's known that Jay sees the same creature as him, but now he's starting to hallucinate and get violent? All Tim could feel was a cloud of guilt over him, Jays like this because of him.

Tim slowly held both his hands, he could feel Jay shake "it'll be okay I promise you'll be fine" he reassured Jay. He slowly guided Jay downstairs and outside, leaving the dead bird to rot and decompose alone. Tim had an uneasy pit in his stomach, first it was Alex with the more violent tendencies and now it was Jay, he decided to let it slide and pass it as a once off thing. He held Jay's hand all the way through the hiking trail and back to the carpark, "hey Jay?" Tim spoke softly, Jay's eyes looked into the other mans, previously looking at the floor before "I know this doesn't seem like the right time…or place but I uh" Tim paused "like you" Tim felt awkward saying this, it was so sudden and out of the blue. His awkwardness melted away when he saw a bit of life in Jay's eyes again, "well that cheered him up" Tim thought to himself. "you like me?" Jay mumbled, a small smile creeping on his face "like more than a friend?" Tim smiled and nodded "of course more than a friend what else would I mean" Jay pulled in for a tight hug, the two men didn't need any more than that, knowing they had each other was all that mattered to them now.

The moment was bittersweet, the men went back to the shady motel together. The rain started to come down as they drove there, they had a long day ahead of them tomorrow.

[readingslover]

Chapter 5

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Amory Madden was a girl of strong morals. She knew what she thought was right and tried not to stray from it often, having a strong conscience keeping her on track. This made her honorable and trustworthy, however, it also made her overthink a lot of situations, having internal debates on different moral dilemmas.

Now, sitting in the gallery watching Meredith’s open heart surgery, Amory sipped her coffee and scanned through another article, her head resting on George’s shoulder.

“I wish I could hold a heart,” George complained.

“A monkey could hold a heart.” Cristina pointed out.

“At least, Mer has a better view. you’re just mad because Burke didn’t pick you to scrub in.” Amory sighed and Cristina frowned at her.

“George, I need more ice chips.” Izzie joined them.

“Who else did you invite?” The boy asked.

Amory wasn’t one for parties. She liked going to the occasional club, but house parties just felt way too much of a mess. And, to be honest, she knew she was one of the people that would clean up all of it alongside Izzie.

“We said the list was jocks only: surgery, trauma, plastics.”

Amory narrowed her eyes at the guilty expression that came on Izzie’s face. “Isobel Stevens, who else did you invite?”

“Just some people from peds.” She answered with a shrug.

“Some people from peds…! You invited the preschoolers to Meredith’s house. Next thing you’ll say is you invited the shrinks.” Cristina complained. At the tall blonde’s silence, the curly-haired exclaimed. “She invited mental defect. This party is DOA.”

“Cristina, that’s not ice. And, by the way, pediatrics is one of the most competitive specialties. Besides, the nurses from there are all really nice.” Amory scolded.

“Fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Now happy?”

“Very.” She flashed her an adorable smile.

“Meredith thinks this is going to be a small, meet-your-boyfriend, cocktail thing. Did you clear this with her?” George asked, hoping Izzie already did that so they don’t have to explain why a lot of people are in her house.

“No, but I will.” The three flashed her accusing looks. “I promise!”

“Why are you wasting the only weekend your boyfriend’s in town on a big party? Is he bad in bed?” Amory giggled and Cristina looked at her with a soft smile.

“No, I just want him to meet some of my friends.”

“Right. Sixty geeks in scrubs are your friends.” Cristina’s pager went off and she got up to leave. “Bad sex, sucks for you.”

“I hear there’s a party tonight at Meredith’s house.” Alex comes in.

“News to me.” Izzie denied as Amory looked down with a guilty look. She didn’t yet know the boy well, but she had a feeling he wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought he was.

Just then, the heart monitor started beeping in the OR below them, and the interns continued to observe intensely. Eventually, the surgeon managed to get the patient’s heart to start beating once again.

~~~~~~

Dr. Bailey had paged both George and Amory to work with her on a case. The blonde girl loved working with her resident, so she was more than thrilled to tag along. Now, looking at the patient’s scans, the older women questioned them. “What do you see here?”

“Hyperinflated lungs clouded with bullae. Seriously diminished capacity. She must be having trouble breathing.” The boy answered.

“Course of action?”

“A bullectomy procedure,” Amory answered. “Remove the bullae, reduce the pressure.”

“It says here we operated on her back in ‘99, so Mrs. Drake has been through this before, but talk her through it anyway. And resist the anti-smoke lectures, she feels bad enough already.” The chief instructed them.

“So, do you think if they put a picture of these in a pack of cigarettes people would stop smoking?” George suggested, looking at his friend with adoration while they walked away.

“Don’t think so. Maybe some but not most. Addiction is complicated.” The young girl responded.

~~~~~~

“The surgery before was supposed to help, but it never felt right.” Mrs. Drake told the pair.

“Probably would be a good idea to quit smoking…” George let out, earning an elbow in the ribs from the small girl standing next to him. “George!”

“Oh, it’s fine dear. I did! Four-pack-a-day habit. it was hell. Didn’t do any damn good.”

“Well then, it seems congratulations are in order, Mrs. Drake.” She smiled at the woman.

“Well, it looked… I mean, from the damage, we all thought you were probably still smoking.” George informed.

“Cold turkey, five years ago, and what did I get for my trouble? I still had to quit my job at the restaurant. But even sitting, it hurt. Nobody believed me, they said it was in my head.”

“We’ve seen the films, and it’s clearly not in your head.” The blonde girl told her.

“Come here, the two of you.” The woman signaled them to come closer and said in a tone of secrecy: “You’re damn too young to be doctors.”

“Hey! I’m older than I look.” The boy defended himself.

“I’m probably not, but rest assured that I’m qualified for this. We test it before we even begin our Med school.” Amory smiled once more.

“Do you think this is gonna work this time?”

“I think it’s your best option,” George said.

“And we certainly hope it does work this time.” The girl added.

“Straight shooters, huh? I like that… you’re a nice couple.”

“A.. eum, a… what?!” George squealed, the blonde’s eyes widening in shock.

“Oh, no, we’re… we’re not.” She attempted to explain, blushing.

“Huh, could have fooled me.” Mrs. Drake answered, the interns looking at each other.

~~~~~~

Later, at the nurses' station, Amory watched with furrowed brows as Dr. Burke gave Cristina a cup of coffee. Not wanting to be a gossip, but certainly being too curious to ignore it, she overheard their conversation.

“Just coffee.” Dr. Burke said.

“Good.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Cristina answered as he left.

The blonde grabbed her charts and approached her curly-haired friend.

“You are sleeping with him.” She pointed out.

“Is that a question?” Cristina asked.

“No, more of an accusation.” The girl joked.

“How… how do you know?” The Asian asked.

“Ah, when are you all going to learn: I know.” She took a gulp of her friend's coffee.” There’s a reason I graduated a year early.”

“Not a word of this. To anyone.”

“My lips are sealed.” The girl promised her friend.

~~~~~~

Now observing their patient’s surgery, George and Amory listened to Dr. Bailey’s explanation.

“They call this a spaghetti procedure. We cut and deflate the bullae to facilitate gentle manipulations of Mrs. Drake’s ling.”

“Dr. Bailey, did you see that?” The chief asked pointing out something inside the patient.

“Sir? Oh, my ever-loving…” The woman trailed off.

“We need to open her up. I’m taking out the scope.”

As George’s expression was one of confusion, Amory seemed to have caught on to what was going on. “I think that was something that’s not supposed to be there.” The girl explained to her friend in a hushed tone, him giving her an appreciative look.

“You heard him, people, let’s move.” Dr. Bailey pointed out as her interns looked over her shoulder.

As the older surgeons operated, the interns watched intensely, until the chief pulled something out of the woman.

“Is that a towel?! Where did that come from?” George questioned.

“I’m guessing her surgery, five years ago,” Amory suggested, her mouth slightly open in disbelief.

“Something careless this way comes.” Dr. Bailey said.

~~~~~~

Walking down the hallway with Dr. Bailey and Dr. Webber, Amory, and George filled Cristina in.

“A towel?” The woman said, shocked.

“She complained of pressure on her chest, but nobody took her seriously,” George explained.

“She says she’d always know the surgery didn’t feel right and that it hadn’t helped.” The blonde girl informed, seeing her friend’s expression turn into an even more surprised one.

“Not good for the patient, not good for the hospital. Not good.” The chief told them.

“I’m guessing particularly not good for her surgeon.” The blonde girl whispered so that only her fellow interns could hear.

“Cristina hit the files. Find out everything you can about that initial operation. Who was in that room, and who was responsible for closing? George and Amory, you stay with the patient and keep her happy. She seemed to like you two.” The girl nodded and just as she was about to take off she heard her friend and stopped in her tracks.

“Right, okay, eum... how long do you think… it’s just technically, I’m off at six.” George said.

“Am I invited to the party?” Dr. Bailey questioned.

“Well, yeah, yes, of course…” He stuttered, Amory only managing to hold in her laughter long enough until the resident was gone before letting it out.

“What was I supposed to say?!” The boy asked.

“Ughhh!” Cristina let out. Letting George know she wasn’t happy about it.

“Anything, George. Anything, but that.” The blonde girl pat her friend’s back as he let out a frustrated sigh.

~~~~~~

“They told me I had a towel inside me.” The older woman complained, laying in her hospital bed.

“Who told you that?” George asked, with Amory by his side.

“A surgeon, an older man. Handsome.” It came out weakly, as if even talking took up too much energy for the woman.

“Must be Doctor Webber. He’s chief of surgery.” Amory informed, looking at the woman with compassionate eyes and a small smile.

“It was a towel somebody left last time.” The patient shared. “Who would do that? That doesn’t seem right, does it?” She teared up slightly.

“No, it truly doesn’t. But I’m sure they’ll find whoever made the mistake and take the needed measures to prevent it from happening again.” The blonde attempted to calm her down.

“I was walking around with a towel inside of me. How could that happen?” Amory looked at her friend as sees he appeared to be as distraught as she was.

“I don’t know, Ma’am. You’re ok now, though. You’ll get better.” She held the woman’s hand, attempting to give her some comfort. George watches her in awe, but that goes unnoticed to the girl.

~~~~~~

In the tunnels, Amory laid with her legs over Cristina’s, eating an apple.

“You got called before the chief?” George asked, playing with a glove he turned into a balloon.

“Tomorrow morning. I could get kicked out of the program, I could, right?” Meredith asked.

“You’re not getting kicked out.” The boy said.

“Patterson is just gonna sue.” Cristina shared and Amory nodded.

“Patterson’s not going to sue and you’re not getting kicked out!”

“What were you thinking, telling burke? So stupid.” Cristina told her.

“I told her not to,” George revealed.

“Thank you, very comforting.” The dirty blonde reacted sarcastically.

“She should have! It is good you mentioned it to Burke, okay maybe better not to have done it in front of the patient. Imagined if it’s caused a problem and you didn’t say anything, then you probably would get kicked out of the program. Plus, I think the chief will see that you actually revealed professionalism and honesty by coming forward.” Amory gave her little speech between bites of her apple, making Mer smile tightly.

The troubled intern’s phone rang and she got up to take the call, as Izzie arrived and took her place.

“Okay, so beer is coming at seven, and four nurses are bringing wine.”

“Nurses? You invited nurses?!” Cristina complained.

“Did you clear this with Meredith?” George wondered.

“A few more people aren’t gonna make a difference. A party is a party.” The tall blonde answered.

“Actually, it is. She has an important meeting tomorrow, so you need to fill her in. It’s her house.” Amory let out, like an angry mother scolding her child.

“You know, you get scary when you’re mad,” Cristina says. “Anyway, the bigger the part the less time for bad sex.”

“Can you stop saying that! Hank and I have great sex all the time. In fact, we’ll probably have sex after or during the party.” The tall blonde snacked on some fries.

“As long as you clear it with Meredith,” George told her and Amory made an approving noise.

“Hank just needs to realize that doctors can have fun. We’re not all workaholics with god complexes.”

“We are, Izzie, there’s no need to make it seem like we aren’t.” The short blonde stole a few chips from her, as George showed them the glove balloon, which now had a face, making Amory giggle.

~~~~~~

Late that night, Amory sat on one of the benches in the locker room with yet another article. However, this time, she couldn’t bring herself to actually read. She’d just watch Izzie and Alex scrub in on a surely, even though she was supposed to be home already.

Earlier, she had seen Dr. Burke and Dr. Bailey speaking, and, by the look of the conversation, had realized that Burke must have been the surgeon responsible for leaving a towel inside her patient. It had scared her. Granted, the girl didn’t take a particular liking to the man, but he was a damn good surgeon, a competent surgeon. If he’d make such a blatant mistake, what would stop others from doing the same? Worse, he hadn’t come forward about the problem, endangering a woman’s life in the process.

Now, the heartbroken woman’s complaints and the sight of the towel coming out of her, five years later, wouldn’t leave the girl’s head. In her thought, she barely noticed Alex entering the locker room.

“Hay, what are you still doing here?” He asked, making the blonde jump. “Not in the mood for a party?”

“Just a weird day. A lot of things to think about.” She told him. He started changing out of his scrubs, while she stared into the void, thoughts still running through her head.

Looking at her with compassion in his eyes, the boy sighed, as if trying to convince himself not to continue this conversation. However, he caved in moments later and sat down next to her.

“Want to talk about it?” He asked.

“It’s not that big of a deal, really. It’s just, in my patient we found a towel that was there from the surgery she had five years ago. She spent those years in pain, while no one believed her…” The girl trailed off for a moment. “It makes you think about how much responsibility we really have. We can change someone's life in just a minute, by not double-checking things or getting distracted. We could make a fatal mistake, compromise someone’s future… I just like to think that I’m actually helping someone and not making them worse.” She ended with a sigh.

“You’re too good for your own good, Madden. This job can really suck sometimes.” The boy agreed.

They fell into a comfortable silence for a while, Amory’s head resting against the wall.

“I should go. The party must have died down by now.” She said and got up, putting her article in her bag and adjusting it on her shoulder.

“Not one for parties either?” Ales asked with a soft smile.

“No.” As she walked to leave the room, she stopped and looked back for a moment. “You know, I don’t think you’re as bad as they paint you out to be.” Amory said softly and left the room, leaving Alex somewhat stunned to think about what she’d just said. It felt good to have at least someone believe in him.

~~~~~~

As she ended up falling asleep in an on-call room, Amory gets home the next morning to find an extremely dirty house.

“What happened here? How many people came to this party?” She said scrunching her nose in disgust as she sat down on the couch by Meredith, who was lying on the floor.

“I don’t know. I’m too hungover to think.”

George came in and handed Meredith some coffee. “ Why didn’t you come home? I was worried?”

“I fell asleep in an on-call room. I was too tired to come to the party, no need to worry. When’s your meeting with the Chief, Mer?” She answered with a sincere look in her eyes.

“In an hour.” The girl replied with a raspy voice as Amory pats her head.

Izzie then came in with a face that Amory had just a few seconds ago. “Holy mother of destruction!”

“You missed doctor-palooza. I should probably never speak to you again.” Meredith joked.

“I’m so sorry Meredith, I had no idea it was gonna get so…” The tall girl sat between George and Amory on the couch.

“Crazy? Destructive? Messy?” Amory suggested, Izzie glaring at him playfully.

“It’s ok. Really, I don’t care. What would I be doing anyway?” The dirty blonde forgave her.

“Preparing for a career-altering meeting?” George said, earning him a slap on the back of his head from the short blonde girl. “Ouch! Sorry.” He says as he rubs the back of his head.

“The heart wall shouldn’t have torn…”

“Anything in the patient’s history?” The model tried to help.

“Husband said she was in the best shape, she lost a hundred pounds last year.”

“Hundred pounds in a year? That might be it, the muscle mass is not that great when you lose so much.” Amory suggested, her eyes widening at her discovery, Izzie took a gulp of a random bear.

“It’s 7 am, Izzie. Do you even know whose that is?” The girl complained.

“I was hoping it was George’s,” Izzie says and Amoy lets out a giggle, mixed with a disgusted expression.

~~~~~~

“What do you think?” Izzie asks Cristina, George, and Amory as they waited to see how their friend’s meeting goes.

“Fifty says Meredith gets tossed out on her ass and Burke walks away clean.” The girl continued while Amory eyed her with narrowed eyes and gently hit her arm.

“Be nice.”

As Meredith walked out, she informed the group. “One-month probation. Burke saved my ass in there.” They all sighed in relief.

As Amory learned that Burke had come forwards about the towel situation, she felt a weight lifted off her chest. Maybe he’s made a mistake, but he’d taken responsibility and tried to fix it. And if he had, what would stop others from doing the same?

[fragilecapric0rnn]

15 questions & 15 tags

tagged by Alex @gothbat99 thank you my love!

1. Are you named after anyone? 

My full name, technically yes? My parents were teenagers when i was born and as unprepared as any 17/18 year old would be. One of my aunts was holding me and said "I had a friend named THIS growing up, she was really pretty." and my mom heard the name and knew it was mine! My middle name is after my mom's childhood best friend (again, teenagers.)

My nickname, Sen, is a shortened version of my childhood nickname, coined by my little brother who had a hard time talking for the first few years of his life.

2. When was the last time you cried? 

When I was reading the last chapter of @hexiewrites beloved hockey AU!!! the rainbow imagery just GOT ME!!!

3. Do you have kids? 

No!

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? 

No.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people? 

Their eyes

6. What's your eye color? 

Dark brown!

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings for sure. My real life has been scary enough!

8. Any special talents? 

My memory. I'll just remember the most random facts that I hear, it's like photographic memory but with hearing things? Very good with faces and names too. My brain is just a bank full of random facts about people I probably only met once. But also of people in my life now.

9. Where were you born? 

In a hospital.

10. What are your hobbies? 

Writing, reading. Just getting into bookbinding (gf bought me a laser printer for my bday!) and am currently wrestling with a typeset of missed connections fic as my tester fic. Once I get good, expect messages from me asking if i could bind your fics LOL

11. Do you have any pets? 

I wish!!!!

12. Have you played/do you play any sports? 

HA HA!

To no one's surprise, I was a cheerleader from age 7 to 18. I was also a varsity swimmer for 4 years in high school, ran 2 seasons of cross country, and did 1 season of soccer!

As an adult I realized I hate the gym, so I go on runs in my neighborhood and go on hikes! New years resolution is to move my body more, so I plan to pick up yoga at some point!

13. How tall are you?

5'4

14. Favorite subject in school?  

History! Started in 5th grade when we were learning about American History and the fixation remained through college. Which is why I am a barista with a Bachelor's in History, focused on the US!

15. Dream job? 

Screenwriter for films/tv! Would also love to work in production. Maybe write a novel or two.

NOT tagging 15 people but will tag a lot! Again, sorry if you've already done this/been tagged!

@kkpwnall @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @sharpbutsoft @himboharringtxn @stargyles @hexiewrites @serskets

[feverinfeveroutfic]

porcelain || an alex and eric one shot

“Excuse me… miss? We’re about to land.” 

The flight attendant had already stepped away from my seat when I finally managed to open my eyes. I was so sleepy, and more so when I left San Francisco for New York City: it didn’t help matters that I really didn’t sleep all too well the night before. I was eager to get a move on and have some fun with my first day at the new job and I had to meet up with the band in the Big Apple for a little surprise of sorts. At least I wasn’t flying out to Europe; at least not yet, anyway.

The plane touched down at John F. Kennedy Airport and my head pounded from the feeling as if I was hungover. I had scarcely touched a glass of booze in my life, and yet the entire plane felt as though it was spinning on the tarmac. One might be curious as to why they had asked me to join them in New York rather than the usual spot in the Bay Area and all I knew was it had to do with the recording process.

Everything about I heard about these guys was they seemed like a smaller Metallica in terms of sound, as most of their early songs wouldn’t sound out of place on Master of Puppets or something like that, and they also acted that way as well. I had heard the stories about how their meet and greets seemed rushed and they were rather standoffish towards their fans, but a part of me dismissed it as nothing more than the possibility that they were merely caught at a bad time and they simply didn’t have enough time to meet everyone. Then again, that was just me, your basic bitch metal chick who listened to the Bay Area metal scene as well as the early classic stuff and Pantera: the only death metal I was truly familiar with was Death and Possessed, and I wouldn’t know black metal if I heard it. Then again, I never considered myself a metal chick, more just someone who knew what she liked and that was it.

I strode off the plane with my sweater partially closed over my black shirt. The neckline hung low over my chest, a vein of irony given I often heard that I only got this job because I had boobs and an artistic streak, but I didn’t believe it for a second.

“There’s our Juliet!” I turned my head to find him standing there by the coffee stand, this tall heavyset brown-skinned guy with long frizzy black curls all around his head and a pair of glasses with heavy black frames with a cup of coffee in hand. I glanced around and I realized I was the only Juliet around.

I strode on over to him and I felt so small right there before him.

“Chuck, right?” I asked him with a flick of the wrist.

“Actually, no, I’m Steve.” And he treated me a big hearty laugh right from the soul, and I couldn’t help but laugh as well. “Yeah, I’m Chuck. I was wondering when you would get here because all the flights out of the Bay Area are stacked up from the weather out there.”

“Oh, I know!” I said as I lingered closer to him. “I didn’t think I would be able to take off soon enough from the fog out there. But here I am, though.”

“Here you are! Come on, I’ll take you to meet my man, Alex.”

I adjusted my purse strap on my shoulder as Chuck led me past baggage claim and then out of the airport.

“Do you go by Juliet or Julie?” he asked me as we reached the big sliding front doors.

“I actually go by Jewels,” I replied.

“Jewels! I like that.”

Though I had napped over the entire flight and I was still sleepy by the time I had climbed off the plane, once I walked side by side with Chuck outside to the pure gray skies over New York, it felt as though I just had a shot of B vitamins: I was wide awake, up and Adam, and ready to roll. As we walked out to the town car, I started humming “Emerald” by Thin Lizzy to myself. All I knew was I had to at the very least get to know these guys over the course of a couple of days.

Chuck and I climbed into the backseat of the car, and he offered to hold my purse for me even though his knees pressed up against the back of the seat as if he was too big for the whole thing.

“That’s so sweet,” I declared, and he shrugged his broad shoulders.

“Just doing what we can, Jewels,” he assured me. “We try to be nice to our fans, especially the female ones.”

“Is it ‘cause I have boobs?” I teased him, to which he chuckled at that.

“Nah, although that actually doesn’t hurt,” he quipped, and I could see the quick glimpse down at my chest. “Our audiences tend to be sausage parties so it’s always really nice, kind of refreshing actually, to see some estrogen in there once in a while.”

His eyes lowered to my legs, specifically my thighs and my knees.

“Especially when the girls are kind of tomboyish, too,” he remarked.

“I always have been,” I said. “I played softball in high school and I tried out archery in college.”

“Oh, badass! Yeah, I think you’ll get on with us great.”

I rubbed my eyes and gazed out the window to the New York skyline for a second before he speaks again.

“So, how’d you get into art?”

“I’ve been drawing pretty much my whole life,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to do a myriad of things with it.”

“Heh, don’t we all! That’s about how I feel with singing. I like to croon as much as I like to growl.”

“Have you ever thought of yodeling?” I suggested.

He burst out laughing at that.

“Yodeling! I think that’d be interesting. A metal singer who can also yodel-lay-ie-who!”

I laughed at that as well, and it was right then we parked in front of this newer building of pale and black brick with streams of blue and orange neon on the outside: I noticed the big clear bay window right by the front door and from the street I could tell the place was busy.

As Chuck climbed out first, and I followed, I realized that my hotel was right across the street, which meant the driver told us he was going to park the car around the corner given I couldn’t check into my room for another couple of hours. We strode on up to the front door, where I caught the sound of “Blow” by Kesha.

Rather odd choice given I was about to hang out with some metal guys for a short time before we got down to brass tacks later on.

Chuck held the door for me and I stepped into the cool front part of the building, which I soon realized was a daytime bar: I was greeted by the smell of food fused with that warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Wild to think that ten years before I wouldn’t be able to walk in there without someone asking me for my card. A long line of people stood on the far side of the room in anticipation of the lunch hour.

A wiry man sat by the window with a cup of Irish coffee in hand: I was immediately drawn to the plume of silver upon his otherwise fuzzy shoulder-length black hair as well as his big deep-set eyes that seemed to follow me around even as I stood still. Like Chuck, he had long legs, but he had a little round belly that rested in his lap rather than the full, heavy build of the Native American man behind me. A slender boy who had gained some weight with age.

His pale skin looked so soft to the touch as Chuck skirted up behind me and guided me closer.

“The amazing Alex Skolnick,” he introduced me.

“You must be the dynamic Juliet,” he declared in a low, sensual voice that reminded me of Harold Ramis.

“I am, yes!” I said as I took my seat across from him. Those eyes followed me like one of those trick pictures of Jesus, and there was something so hypnotic about them as well. Inside of there was a man with scars that couldn’t be seen.

Chuck tugged a chair from another table up to us, and then he took off his jacket and draped it over the back: it was then I could see the sleeves of tattoos up and down his arms.

“I’ll be right back,” he announced.

“We won’t move,” Alex assured him.

Once he and I were alone, I locked eyes with him.

“California girl,” he declared: it was cute the way he seemed to talk out of the corner of his mouth and cracked me a little lopsided smile at the same time, as if he was up to mischief.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “From Southern California but I stayed in the Bay Area for a time.”

“How do you like New York so far?”

“It’s dazzling,” was all I could muster. “I took a nap on the plane but from what I could see from the airport and the car was that it’s so freaking huge and amazing.”

“I moved here in the late Nineties,” he began, “from the Bay Area coincidentally enough. My parents hail from around Brooklyn so naturally I’ve felt like this place is home to me. Twenty years I’ve been here and there is so much I still haven’t seen yet, or even—” He gently patted his belly. “—eaten yet.”

“I had a feeling you like to eat,” I teased him.

“We all do, actually,” he assured me. “I kind of feel like a kid in a candy store most of the time because it’s almost too much to bear.”

“That’s kind of wild to think about,” I confessed.

“What?”

“The thought of perhaps eating across a city.” I leaned in closer to him, such that I could smell the coffee underneath me. The coffee fused a little bit of alcohol.

“I would get so fat,” he said with a hooded look to those deep eyes. I didn’t think he meant it, but it genuinely felt as though he was seducing me.

“What’s wrong with that?” I asked him.

“I’m already a little bit fat—I’m thirty-seven pounds overweight. Can you imagine me being bigger than that?”

I nibbled on my bottom lip, and he squinted his eyes at me.

“A rock n roll guy with a chubby little belly, though,” I noted.

“That would be all of us,” he said with a slight flutter to his eyelashes: when he raised his eyebrows, it was as if his entire face lit up like the moon. “All of us as well as a lot of people in the jazz world, too.”

“You play jazz, really?”

“Got my own trio and everything,” he explained as he brought his glass of Irish coffee up to his lips, and he never took his eyes off of me as he sipped on it. He then set the glass down between us and licked the extraneous foam off his lips: they looked so full and deep pink, as if he was ready to kiss me. “I love me a nice balance between the two, between metal and jazz.”

“I’ve always been an alt rock girl,” I told him. “I grew up with Nirvana, Hole, Stone Temple Pilots, Garbage, Green Day, Sonic Youth, and the Pixies, and also bands like Oasis and Blur. My dad, who grew up in the Seventies, really loves PJ Harvey, the Chili Peppers, and Lana Del Rey, and my brother’s favorite bands ever are Dave Matthews Band and Radiohead. When I was in school, the whole emo thing was huge so naturally I was drawn to that. It was around then I got into metal, but it was hard to find other metalheads, though.”

“All inky black hair and drainpipes,” he remarked as he gently touched his face with his fingertips. “All influenced by the Beatles, too. That’s one really big thing I appreciated about the emo era was the big Beatles and old blues influences. Like, that album The Black Parade comes to mind almost immediately.”

“That album is amazing,” I remarked, and I was suddenly flooded with all the memories of hearing “Famous Last Words” and “Teenagers” all the time in middle school into ninth grade.

“Oh yeah, I’m always going to love Kiss and Zeppelin and Van Halen, but there’s just something about the alternative stuff, though. It’s like jazz and the blues: it’s got this rootsy feeling to it that isn’t very prevalent in rock and metal, at least not these days. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that it’s outside the mainstream, and most popular music is missing that. Most, anyway.”

“So, you don’t think it’s weird that a girl like me is chilling with you guys?” I asked him.

“Not at all! I mean… I dunno about the rest of the guys, but I’m really into art and girly stuff, in particular,” he assured me, and he flashed me a wink.

I actually really liked Alex. He was soft-spoken and sweet, and he definitely knew what he was talking about. His gray streak looked so smooth and silken in comparison to the rest of his black hair as well, as if it came off someone else’s head. There was something very sensual and lush about him, too, and I knew it had to do with those eyes as well as the way he set his hand down on the table between us. I kept my eyes on the full shape of his belly as it stayed part of the way out of sight from the table’s edge. Chuck was around there in the room somewhere, but a part of me didn’t care. I was alone with this suave chubby older boy who smelled of coffee and soap.

“I notice you keep looking at my streak of silver,” he confessed with a twinkle in his eye.

“I am,” I remarked. “I think it’s interesting, like what caused it—and I’m sure you get questions about it all the time.”

“You have no idea,” he said as he took another sip of coffee. “I get comments saying it’s fake or that I’m an alien—weird shit like that.”

“I actually had a teacher with that,” I recalled. “My English teacher in my senior year of high school. She had dark blonde hair so it wasn’t nearly as prominent as yours but you could see it if you really paid attention. I remember it was the same spot on her head, too.” I sighed. “Miss Ms. Wahlstrom.”

“Is she deceased?” he asked me with a knitting of his eyebrows.

“Oh, no. She was a great teacher and I just miss her. I got into Russian literature and Shakespeare because of her.”

“David Bowie’s favorite book, The Idiot,” he remarked. “I don’t know why I just thought of that.” He chuckled, this hearty soft chuckle that seemed to come from deep inside his chest. He sipped on his coffee again and then peered behind him.

“Wait right here, I have to use the little boys’ room,” he told me, and he stood up and hitched up his pants: his belly was even cuter out in the open like that. It also didn’t help that he had nice hips as well: plus, his legs were even shapelier than I realized. It wasn’t often I came across a shapely, handsome man who looked even better with some weight on his body, either. He ran his fingers through his hair and flashed me a little smirk before he bowed away to the corridor across the room: his hips swayed a bit as he walked, as if he wanted me to look at his ass with each and every step. A feeling of warmth swept over me all the way to the point he stepped into the men’s room.

It had been quite some time since I had feelings like that for another person, such that when things began moving downstairs, nature began calling me as well.

I glanced about the room in search of Chuck, and nowhere could I find him. But I had to go, however.

I sighed through my nose and scooped up my purse, and I headed for the ladies’ room right down the hall there, right across from the men’s room. Naturally, the door was padlocked with a sign saying that they were cleaning the place.

“Damn,” I grumbled. I peered back at the men’s room behind me.

Alex was in there. But I really had to go, though.

I closed my eyes and inhaled deep. I stepped forward and pushed open the door.

The bathroom smelled clean and fresh, as if they had just tackled it before the women’s room: indeed, I noticed the mirrors had been wiped clean and the sinks were a little wet from some other guys washing their hands before then. I turned my attention to the stalls before me.

As far as I knew, Alex was the only other one in there.

I stepped on past the stalls closest to the door, all the way to the big handicapped one at the far end. I pushed open the door, and—

“Whoa! What the hell?”

“Oh, shit! Sorry!”

I staggered back into the stall next door, which, lucky for me, was vacant. My hands shook as I locked the door and hung my purse on the hook at the back. I kept my hands on the walls as I tried to steady my own heartbeat. All I saw was a head of rich black hair next to a mirror on the wall, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind as I felt my face grow warm.

The toilet next door flushed, which was followed by a squeaking of the door hinges and a clearing of a throat. The one at the end followed suit, and the two men congregated right outside my door.

“You okay, Eric?” Alex’s voice echoed around the tile walls of the bathroom.

“Yeah. I was not expecting that.” He chuckled at that, and then that was followed by soft whispers. I closed my eyes and focused on myself. The faucets ran in unison, and I unzipped, took a covering out of the dispenser behind me and set it down, and then I took my seat. I tried to relax, but I could hear them whispering to one another at the bathroom door like a couple of schoolgirls.

Something weirdly ironic about the whole thing once I heard them head on out of there. At least I was alone at that point and I could freely roll with it.

Once I cleaned up, I flushed and headed out of there and to the faucets. Of all the people in that place, I was amazed more men weren’t in that room with me right then. I dried off my hands with a paper towel and then darted out of there. I kept my head down as I returned to the table by the window, where I saw Alex with two other chairs next to him, as well as the man from the stall: that long smooth jet-black hair down to his waist which crowned a round milky white face and a heavy, stout body. His big brown eyes wandered over to me, and he showed me a little smirk. Alex peeked over his shoulder back at me and flashed me a grin.

“I see you met the other guy, Eric,” he declared as I came within earshot, and he tried to keep in the laughter, but he couldn’t.

“I’m really sorry, I thought that stall was empty,” I blathered, to which Eric shook his head and gestured toward me.

“It’s okay, I promise you—Julie, is it?”

“Juliet. I go by Jewels, though.”

“Jewels!” Eric showed me a sweet smile.

“Jewels saw the Peterson family jewels,” Alex chided, and Eric shushed him right then. I swallowed and took my seat next to him.

“Where’s Chuck, by the way?” Eric asked me.

“I think he’s getting some food for us,” Alex filled in. “I saw him over there as we were walking back.”

“Something kinda cute about you being in the men’s room with us,” Eric confessed to me.

“Yeah, what were you even doing in there?” Alex asked me with a knitting of his eyebrows.

“Ladies’ room is being cleaned,” I replied, and they both nodded and leaned back at that.

“You could have gone in a cup, though,” Eric said with a straight face.

“Not in this lifetime,” Alex scoffed, slightly disgusted.

“What? We’re in New York, Alex. I’m sure you know how things are like here.”

“You ever walk around with pissed jeans, though?” I asked him with a wrinkle to my nose.

“You ever wake up next to someone with pissed jeans?” Eric asked me with a raise of his eyebrows. “Delicious.”

Alex pinched his eyes shut and brought a hand to his face as if he was about to stifle his laughter, and Eric busted out laughing at that.

“You guys are like brothers,” I declared.

“At this point in life, we kind of are,” Alex assured me.

“Metal is like one big family,” Eric added as he leaned back in his chair: he was bigger and a lot heavier than Alex, who had a mere soft round tummy.

“The family jewels?” I asked him as I eyed his body, from his hips to his large belly and deep chest.

“The family jewels, yes,” Eric replied with a straight face; out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alex showing me a mischievous little smirk. He took another hearty sip of his Irish coffee, and I knew that the alcohol was doing something to him.

“Our nuts need to be cleaned, though,” Eric pointed out.

“What about clean nuts?” Chuck interjected right then, and he emerged with a tray full of food for the four of us.

“Cleaning walnuts,” I quipped, and Alex and Eric both laughed out loud at that.

I was honestly stunned that these three guys were so friendly and kind, especially after everything that I had heard about their otherwise disastrous meet and greets at their shows. I had this nagging feeling that it was because of my chest and the curves of my body, but I had no idea how to tell, especially when all three of them were kind to a young boy and his older brother who came over to our table to chat with them.

Maybe, I figured, it was just the pressing for time as I dug into my pasta primavera and sipped on my own Irish coffee.

Every so often, however, Eric flashed a glance over at me: where Alex burned and smoldered into my soul and tempted me like a snake straight out of the desert, those brown eyes seemed to flit and flicker about like the little bees on the freshest flowers in the garden.

Once we were alone again, and Chuck and Alex began talking amongst themselves about something, Eric leaned in closer to me.

“Do you play guitar?” he asked me in a low voice.

“Not really. I attempted to when I was about ten years old, but school forced me to quit.”

“School sucks, start a band,” he suggested with a nod and a wink. “Aside from Testament, I have my side project.”

“Ooh, what’s that?”

“Dragonlord. It’s black metal, but it’s kind of symphonic, kind of fantasy, kind of storytelling. It’s not like the per usual black metal.”

“What’s ‘per usual’ black metal, mind me asking?”

“Think… every prejudice you’ve ever heard about metal and put that in a blender but add meat to it,” Eric suggested. “Thing is there’s so much to learn about it, especially when you add the symphony element to it.”

“So… really dark, twisted metal but set to an orchestra,” I followed along.

“Exactly! That’s exactly what it is.”

“I kind of wish I did learn,” I confessed with a shrug. “Most of the time in high school, I really wished I had an outlet of sorts.”

“That’s a shame, too, like fewer things in life are as awesome as a chick who plays guitar. Alex and I could always teach you.”

“You’d do that for me?” I asked him.

“Of course!”

Chuck laughed about something and Alex pressed on with a quick gesture of his hand as if he was orchestrating something. That was Eric’s cue to lean back to me.

“If I’m honest, I actually can’t stop thinking about what happened back there in the bathroom,” he confessed. “And I don’t mean that in a bad sense, either.”

“What’re you saying?” I asked him, and he rubbed the side of his face with his fingertips and cracked me a smile. “Oh, no.”

“I can’t help it,” he admitted with a shrug. “Twice divorced with three kids, it’s going to get lonely at times and a flirt comes my way, I’m gonna take it.”

“You think I’m a flirt?” I asked him.

“You kinda are,” he pointed out. “The way you act with Alex and the fact that you walked in on me pissing and didn’t even close the door, yeah. Plus, the fact you’re here with us right now is indicative of that.”

“You saying I fucked my way to the top?” I teased him.

“Nah. But you definitely could pass off as that, though. Trust me when I say that there’s something about a girl with power in her hands.”

“Like a guitar?” I asked him.

“Like a guitar.”

Chuck then chugged down his glass of water and stood up.

“I gotta go make a phone call, kids,” he announced. “I’ll be right back.” He padded away from us, with a gentle pat on my head all the while, and then he headed outside to the gray with his phone out. Alex shoveled in the final bites of his pasta before he leaned back in his chair with his arms dangled down by his sides.

“Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” he declared, to which Eric leaned over with his fork in hand and he playfully prodded the tines in Alex’s belly. He scrambled upright and closed his jacket, complete with a soft blush in his face.

“Hey, you said it,” Eric pointed out, and he turned to me. “Did he not say it?”

“He did!” I exclaimed as I took my final bite of pasta.

“I have to use the toilet again,” Eric informed us, and Alex bowed his head and opened his jacket for me to see his body again.

“Yeah, I think I do, too,” he said in a low voice. The two of them eyed me, both with smirks on their faces. The voluptuous man with the gray sliver in his hair and the round man with the balls of steel.

“How ‘bout you, Jewels?” Alex asked me: his deep eyes with Eric’s brown ones surrounded me and swallowed me whole right then.

“Yeah, I definitely feel it,” I vowed to them; Eric wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then I once again scooped up my purse. Not only were these fellows friendly, but they burned into my mind like the hot embers from a fireplace.

Alex opened the door to the men’s room, and he held it for both me and Eric.

The three of us were alone once more.

“At least it’s clean in here,” I pointed out. Eric led me and Alex over to the handicapped stall: the latter closed and locked the door behind us. Eric cleared his throat right then.

“Alex and I are both hard as rocks right now,” he told me, and I could feel something soft and warm right behind me. I held my purse out from my body as I turned around and faced Alex: his belly was full and sweetly round, and he stood there like the Venus de Milo with his arms tucked into the sides of his body to accentuate everything. I rested a hand there as I stood up on my toes to give him a kiss on the side of the neck.

“So dainty and delicate,” he remarked, and his voice was soft and mellow, as if he was whispering to me from across his pillow. I put my arms around his waist, and he returned the favor with his arms around me. His hands stroked down the small of my back to my ass, and I could already feel the heat rising between us.

Two hands held onto my hips, and I knew it was about to get crazy with the three of us.

Alex’s long, lanky guitar player fingers crept up my back, up under my shirt to the hooks on my bra. He fumbled at the back, and then he reached down for the hem of my shirt instead. I hung my purse on the hook on the back of the door, and I let him take off my top for me. I stood there in my bra, and he hung my shirt and jacket on the hook over my purse. Eric flexed his stubby fingers on my love handles, and I was eager to know who would get me from the back first.

“Is your dick clean, Eric?” Alex asked him right then.

I felt Eric let go of me. I never let go of Alex however as I gave him another kiss on the neck. I could feel his chest pressing up against my own. I heard some paper towels behind me, but I kept up with the kisses on Alex’s neck until he gave me a soft groan from within.

“It is now,” Eric decreed.

“C’mere, big guy,” I teased him, and he stripped off my jeans for a light slap on my ass followed by a gentle ramming right into my ass. Alex’s fingers caressed over my breasts and I gasped at the feeling of his fingers on my nipples.

“Harder,” I begged them. Alex pinched my nipples with both hands which made me yelp out: my voice echoed through the bathroom walls. Eric held onto my hips and ground on me from behind.

Two dirty dogs tag-teaming a girl in the men’s room, and I was enjoying every second of it.

“Harder! Harder! God damn it, go as hard as you two bastards can!”

Eric slapped my ass, which made me yelp out again,

“Switch, Eric!” Alex choked out, and he and Eric swapped places with each other. That is, until Eric lost his balance and nearly fell back onto the stall door. He caught himself and his pants nearly fell off his legs. His skin was smooth and creamy, just like the porcelain of the tiles and the toilet behind us.

“Family jewels, Jewels,” Alex breathed right into my ear.

“Family jewels, Jewels,” I echoed him, and with both hands, I lunged for the exposed spot in between Eric’s legs. My fingers wrapped around him for a good squeeze; meanwhile, I could feel Alex right in my ass and right in my ear as well.

Eric’s skin was even smoother there as I dug my nails into the side. He let out a soft whimper from the feeling.

“Little pain goes far—” Alex grunted out as he fucked me from behind.

“Just for that—you’re in the dragon’s lair, babe—” Eric lunged for me with that big erection all for me.

I had two hard dicks in me.

I was going to come twice as hard.

And I did.

Eric showed me his tongue and Alex held onto my breasts from behind.

“I think of about fifty things you two can do with your tongue and hands, and I ain’t saying half of them,” I blurted out, and the two of them jeered at that. I could feel their cum running down my legs, but I didn’t care in the least, especially when Alex reached back for some paper towels to help me clean up.

“I fucked my way to the top,” I sputtered; Alex tugged my panties up my legs, and then Eric pulled my pants up.

“You sure did,” he assured me with a kiss on the side of my neck.

“Now, you got two problems worry about,” Alex joined in, also from the side of my neck. Their lips were soft and silken, both of them like the ripest cherries from the tree. “I’m sure Chuck is going to want to know what happened to us.”

“We can just tell him that we needed some time to dance to jazz and tame some dragons,” Eric suggested as he handed me my top from the hook.

“Dance with no clothes on,” I joked, and the bathroom door squeaked open right then.

“What the hell is going on in here?” a man’s voice demanded.

“Nothing, it’s fine,” Eric called out.

“I could’ve sworn, I heard yelling in here.”

“Nah, that was… from outside,” Eric continued, and he brushed past me and Alex to flush the toilet with his foot. “I think.”

“Okay…” The man ducked out and that was when Alex opened the stall door. We straightened ourselves out before the mirrors, and I knew things were only going to get even better from there.

[lalanboy]

alex

i have this thing in my head that goes "i will never ever fall for a guy who is younger than me." but your very existence defied that. when did it happen? you were just this tall, good looking stranger then one day i caught myself staring at you, got lost in my thoughts from the flash of your smile. 'i want to know you better' was my mission throughout that first month and when it was time for me to be your watchman, i was so excited but decided to keep it to myself so you would never know, so none of them would see.

i never told you my name, you never asked for it. but, that night when you approached me while my mind was flying along with the stars, you said my name and your voice pulled me back to where i should be…beside you. we talked and from that moment, it registered, you knew some things about me. i was so giddy i nearly asked you how did you know i can play guitar and sing but i already know the answer to that. whenever our watch was over and when i knew you were down at the alleyway, i intentionally played the guitar and sing out loud for you to hear me. i wanted you to listen and maybe get a hint from the melody i'm making how much i like having you around.

you love basketball, noted. funny 'cause it's the sport i never learned to like. maybe because of my childhood experience with it and memory i never chose to keep but it somehow stayed. we were supposed to be on watch together but the devil made you played with them. sadly, you can't turn down an order from someone who has the label of 'he's always right' onboard a ship. you came back as soon as the match was over complaining about something. i asked you what happened, you proceed on telling me how one of the crew elbowed your jaw during the game. you jokingly asked me to pass a message for him, 'the middle finger' if i saw the culprit. i will never do such thing to anyone because that is how my parents have taught me since i was a little kid. although, i told the guy what you meant and i think that's fair.

there was also a time when you told me some things about philosophy, one of the subjects i don't really see myself fitting in. but you made the whole thing so interesting or maybe it's just me enjoying my time staring at your face for a very long time. you maybe thought, i was really paying attention on the things your saying because you keep on going. starts from descartes, some german philosopher i never heard of, plato then finished off with socrates. the whole thing was a memory worth keeping, remembering how we were very close to each other and how much i relish every seconds of our interaction. it also made me realize that i am not only attracted to your face but also fond of your personality.

it was absurd how fast i can be attached to someone in just two months. and when you left the vessel, you also brought with you the possible narratives i've been daydreaming since our eyes met. imagine the memories we could've made if there's 'us'. i wish i could know you more, like what are your hobbies and the genre of music you listen to. i want to hear stories from your childhood, anything…just to know you better. we could've been something other than acquaintance, we're just two people who met but never destined for something magical.

the so-called 'real life' will hit you hard whether you like it or not. i don't want to let go but that was my only option. maybe i was not really meant to experience romance. all i ever wanted was to have a love story as beautiful as i imagined it would be. maybe that was so ambitious of me to expect that my very first tale would be enchanting when most of the movies i watched always end up on a tear-jerker scene.

but me letting go was just temporary. you showed up again after almost six months off my radar. in a place where pizza is known for, i instantly recognize the tall man standing on the boat. seeing your face again made me smile then you smiled at me and it so much better than i remember. by the way, you look very cool in that red long puffer jacket and the way your cheeks turned roses during cold season was adorable. i said, "welcome back" as you walked by the podium then the words "thank you" was the first thing i heard from you since our last meeting.

that day was infuriating and wasn't fun at all. but amidst all that, you were there. you were like the rainbow on a rainy sky. the fact that i get to see you everyday again for the rest of my contract warms my heart. i have someone to look forward to every morning i wake up.

being near you brings me joy. but sometimes i do feel lost whenever i'm around you. those days when i don't know what to believe between what i'm seeing and what i'm feeling. i'm sure you were just being nice but my head screams a different thing. remember that night when you gave me a piece of chocolate with hazelnut in it, i thought that was so sweet—not just the chocolate but also the gesture. it instantly filled the bridge with valentine haze, i knew i was the only one who sense it.

forget being romantically involved to you, i just want us to be closer…so i thought. she's drifting but decided to throw some tantrums. i don't have any choice but to be in front of the wheel. at night in the pilothouse, you stood there beside me trying to figure out the 'error' in display. my right hand was holding the grip when you placed your hand near it. unintentionally, the tip of my finger touched yours. in euphoria, i stare at your face. your calmness decelerate my racing heart. i did not dare to pull out, waited for your reaction. but there was none.

we were like that for a couple of minutes until you dropped yours. i felt victorious in a way you wouldn't understand. you called somebody for assistance. i was utterly dumbfounded when he arrived in the scene, which make sense knowing he's the electrician of our ship. evgenii. he's wearing a white shirt and a gray shorts. i can't believe i get to enjoy being in the center of two of my crushes, the kind of moment i don't usually get in life. i would've stop time if i could, let me live my fantasies for a long duration of time. suddenly, i was dragged out of my dreamland and got interrupted by the arrival of the captain. what a killjoy, don't you think?

it's probably half an hour when things got back to normal. him and the nuisance left, leaving us two, the officer and his watchman alone in the dimmed-light room. there was quietness between us and i'm not sure if that bothered you or not. perhaps you were contemplating what has happened because i sure did. you cannot deny that there wasn't any spark when our fingers touched. my only question was, would you hold my hand if i held yours? or would you deflect and starts yelling at my face? i'm scared to know the answer even to this day. and the fragrance of a sweet peach stuck with the memory of you from that crescent moonlight sky.

you have made the cutest face i've seen from you so far with your tongues out. you also like south park. i am far from being special but i wanted you to make me feel one. there are things i learned when i took this path but i still keep on wishing that maybe this time will be different, this time someone will break my walls and pull me out of my made up world. to turn my desires into reality. to share my first on almost everything about romance. that sure sounds nice.

one day, you saw me under the blazing heat of the sun and noticed something wrong. you approached me and asked if i feel hot. you weren't wrong, but headache was my main concern. "my head really hurts" was what i said to you. you told me that in your gmdss drawer there's a medicine that is good for relieving headaches. i asked you, "can i have one?" and you replied, "yes" using that very specific tone i always hear whenever you said the word. you told me instructions on how to take it.

on the bridge, i took the meds you recommend. it's one of those things you need to dissolve in water before intake. you came a couple of minutes later then i showed you what i took. with a straight face, you told me i took the wrong one. what i drank was vitamin c. i was so embarrassed i can't help not to laugh at my own cluelessness. you handed me the right vial then left. i don't know if you start laughing down the stairway but i do appreciate you not making fun of my mistake in my face. that made me like you even more.

on my 27th birthday, i was called down to the ship's office for drug testing. i was happy when i learned you will be the one conducting the test. you were near me when 'rose-colored boy' came blasting on my phone, my fucking alarm startled me. i immediately reached for my phone when i saw you grooving along the beat. i would've keep it going and just watch you enjoying the song that i love but we were in the office, i need to be professional about it. you plucked some of my hair using your fingers and somehow that's delightful. now i associate you in that upbeat but kinda depressing song by my favorite band.

being in a double watch irritates me, it shouldn't be but it was because of this annoying person i have to do it with. i hate it how the way he interacts with you, i got really jealous i guess. i can't be like him—not that i want to, i wasn't build like that. he always try to flirt with you, ugh! and you always ride along with his antics. i never liked it but i can't say that out loud, i just laugh along pretending it doesn't bother me. i was a bit scared realizing i could be very obsessive over someone and i don't wanna end up like something i despise.

it was sunny day when you did something that took me by surprise. you stood in front of me, smiling. you slowly reach for my chest pocket. everything turns in slow motion. with my eyes following the movement of your hand, you placed a light bulb inside it then asked me to request a new one from evgenii. i expected something more than that but thinking about it now, the feeling glued to this memory was enough. although, you could've put your heart on it instead and i promise i will take good care of it. i saw a slight hint but refused to acquire anything without receipts. false hope is something i could not afford any longer. i'm mostly glad you find me reliable.

i want to remember you in any way possible. like the scar on your left arm near your 'compass tattoo', a typical design for a sailor like you. the mole beside your left eye, i caught that too. the way some of your chest hair reveals itself from time to time. your habit of pacing back and forth just to kill time. your white calvin klein underwear. our tiny bit of conversations are stored in my brain like that one time when you asked me to do something and i said, "what is it?" then you cheerfully told me this story about you and your friends having a great time. you asked permission to film me saying the words one of your friends have said and do some little acting just to make fun of him online. "i could not do that!" was all i could say, you were cool with it though. but, i did regret my decision afterwards. what if you just want a video of me in your phone and the whole scenario was just an excuse. another list of 'what ifs' added to my vault.

final chapter of our meeting has come to an end. the day i hugged you to say goodbye, i heard you say my name for the very last time. i squeeze you real tight marking our first and our very special, unforgettable last…for me at least. whatever you think of my action doesn't matter anymore. but i do wonder, did i leave some questions in your head like what you left in mine? you probably going to forget about me as the years go by—which is fine…who am i, right? but still, you are one of the few people i want to cross path with again someday. where will you be at or what have you become when that time comes? whether it will happen or not, who knows? i just hope you would not lose your sense of humanity, kindness and empathy along the way, most of them did. but i believe in you and i know you will accomplish greater things in life. i'm looking forward to see your smile again some time in the future. good luck.

in addition, dior homme is way too expensive and i can't believe i purchased one just because you recommend it.

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