#one of my coworkers was like 'you can't kill yourself. just do your best' and it was so hard for me

[chaoswillcalmusdown]

finally marked all the 8th grade maths tests and like. i've only just met them this august but 1 of them has 0 correct answers. 0 points out of like 50. i have no fucking clue what is happening in there. i have no clue how he's gotten to the second to last year of compulsory education and he doesn't have a standing appointment with a special teacher

[certaimromance]

𝜗𝜚 Cupid Walks Right.

Spencer Reid x BAU!reader

Summary: You've been hiding your attraction to your coworker for a long time, until a few pictures of him kissing a celebrity in a pool unleash emotions you can't control.

Words: 1,6k.

TW: mentions of crime and arms (normal warning in the series). spoilers for s1 e18 ("somebody's watching"). two idiots in love. lots of jealousy. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: The reader is simply me every time I watch that episode but with a lot more drama to make it interesting.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

One bullet after another hit the paper meters away from you, with each shot more accurate than the previous one. You had lost count of how many cartridges you had already spent because your mind was full of thoughts that only the sound of the shots echoing in the shooting room managed to silence and give you back a little control of the situation.

Memories of one of the last cases still lingered in your mind, and you couldn't understand why. It hadn't even been something relevant enough to stick in your mind that much, it was just a crazy stalker obsessed with a celebrity and more of the same old same old in terms of creating a profile. It was nothing you hadn't seen before, and it had ended well, with a happy ending that included Spencer kissing the victim he was supposed to be protecting.

That was the crux of the issue, the root of your problem.

You saw some photos that captured the moment in vivid detail and wanted to run out and throw up in the nearest trash can. You held back to avoid answering embarrassing questions, blaming your bad feelings on the last thing you ate and insisting that you were just satisfying your curiosity. But as they say, curiosity always kills the cat.

Maybe it was because it was unprofessional and unnecessary, maybe you were in a bad mood and needed to relax, maybe you were upset that the guy with the germ problem had shared saliva with a stranger, maybe you didn't like Lila Archer because of her performances, or maybe you just wanted to be in her shoes and have him kiss you like that. And for heaven's sake, maybe you've had a few inappropriate dreams about it lately.

You were just about to fire again to get the thoughts out of your mind when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, ready to defend yourself with the gun in your hand.

“Wait, wait, it's me. I'm sorry.” Spencer raised his arms in a sign of peace and took a few steps back. “Just me.”

“What are you doing here? You scared me.” You lowered the gun and placed it on the table, trying to sound less abrupt. “I thought everyone had gone home.”

He approached you again, checking the open shells and the pile of bullets on the ground. He was quite surprised to see how many times you had hit the target with perfect shots, and how you still seemed intent on continuing, even though it was almost two in the morning. It wasn't practice, because you didn't need it, it was something else, and you seemed quite angry about it.

“I spent the hour going through some papers and saw the light on in here. I thought I'd come and have a look.” He explained, trying to follow your gaze, which seemed to elude his. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah, perfect.”

You started gathering your things and cleaning up the space you'd been using, planning to leave as soon as possible because of his presence. It had been weeks since you'd been alone with him because you'd managed to avoid seeing him as best you could. You'd even managed to convince Hotch that it was time for him to pair you up with someone else during the cases to experiment. You didn't even know why he'd listened to you, but it had been a great relief.

“You're leaving already?” Spencer asked, and you just nodded. “Can I take you home?”

Usually he drove you home, because your car was still at the mechanic and you refused to buy a new one. You always used the minutes you spent together to talk about something other than cases, they were moments of relaxation that you both appreciated. The big difference was that now you couldn't afford that luxury without feeling strange.

“Don't worry, I'll call a taxi.” You grabbed your jacket from a nearby locker. “I'm fine.” You added, with the intention of heading for the door until he stopped you by the wrist.

“Is everything okay...between us?” He asked as you looked up to meet his eyes. “Are you mad at me?”

“I'm sorry, what?” You said, feigning confusion. You always knew it was only a matter of time before he figured something was off with you. After all, he worked in profiling.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked again, in a lower voice, sounding a little more vulnerable than he'd intended. That instantly made you feel bad, you didn't want to hurt him with your confusion.

“No.”

He let out a sigh at your automatic response. His shoulders slumped a bit, and he felt a wave of relief for a few seconds. But then he looked into your eyes for a moment and hesitated, biting his lower lip.

“So...why are you looking at me like that?” He asked, sounding a little shy and with a hint of apprehension in his voice. “Or not looking at me at all.”

“I'm not doing anything.” You make excuses.

He got the chills when he heard your voice, which came across as cold and distant.

“You're giving me that look.”

You gave a little frown and folded your arms, as if to say you didn't agree.

“What look?"

“You look at me like I've done something wrong, like you're disappointed or angry...I think both. You barely look me in the eye, you walk away every time I want to talk to you, you don't sit near me on the jet or want to work with me anymore. And you've been like this for a week.” He paused for a second, remembering when your strange behavior started. “Ever since the L.A. case.”

The room was suddenly filled with silence and a palpable tension. You had been foolish to think Spencer wouldn't notice your remoteness, given his perceptive nature. But you didn't have a choice. You didn't want to appear jealous when you didn't even have feelings for him, you were just ovulating or something like that.

“Is it because...because of Lila? I heard Morgan say some things, and you haven't treated me the same since.” His wavering voice sounded more and more confident, as if he still had to convince himself of his point of view. “I want to know what you think, please.”

You could only curse Derek for exposing you like that. He was the only one who knew about your strange attraction to Reid because he had caught you looking at him several times and you had confessed it to him once in a bar after several drinks and a ridiculous game of cross questions. Since that night, the jokes and suggestions about making out with Spencer under a tree had begun.

But a beautiful actress did it before you, in her pool, with lots of pictures to prove it.

“I'm not one to tell you what to do, but I think your actions were unprofessional and most of all risky.” You spoke after a few seconds, clearing your throat and trying to contain the burning you felt. “It could have ended badly.”

Come on, you would have done the same thing. You often thought about what it would be like to kiss him in the middle of an investigation, especially when he kept giving important details. So you were a little hypocritical.

“I'm only saying that because I care about you.” You added, noticing how confused he looked.

“I know, I care about you too.” He replied calmly, taking a step toward you to touch your arm. “This has been bothering you?”

You froze at his warm touch and the implications you thought he was making about you, nodding as if hypnotized. Had he realized that you had been jealous all along? That you wanted to go back so he could kiss you and not her? That you wanted him to put his hands on your cheeks and kiss you deeply until you were breathless?

“I think I understand, but don't worry about me. I won't do anything dangerous anymore.”

Oh, he hadn't noticed.

Spencer really thought that you were just concerned about his safety because he was your friend and your partner on cases, that you were just frustrated that you weren't there to back him up in case things went wrong. It didn't even occur to him that it was something much deeper and more heated than that.

“So, all good?” He gave you a small smile that made your heart beat a little faster.

“Sure.” You lied, with a strange lump in your throat at the guarded words. “I just didn't know you liked blondes.” You added in a fake teasing tone.

Despite your clearly suspicious tone, Spencer laughed sheepishly. “Actually, I like your hair color.”

A strange bubbling sensation reached your stomach and made you smile.

“Mine?” You asked, lowering your gaze to the floor.

“Yes, it's like it's perfect for you.” He carefully brushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear, causing the feeling in your stomach to identify itself as butterflies fluttering nonstop.

“You're telling me because I have a gun?” You tried to change the subject with a nervous laugh. “I'm not a celebrity, after all.”

“You don't have to be one to be as pretty as you are. But you could be if you wanted to, and...” He started to talk about statistics and a bunch of data you didn't even know, but strangely enough you didn't listen to him this time because you were stuck on the first sentence.

Spencer really thought you were pretty.

It was only then that you realized something had changed. The only successful shot had been Cupid's arrow to your heart.

Because, damn it, you were totally in love with that man.

[suiana]

✎ yandere! househusband headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― obsessiveness, possesiveness, slight nsfw, murder etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! househusband who is absolutely in love with you. he finally did it! he married you! his beautiful darling!

✎ yandere! househusband who is a little bit super reluctant to let you go to work. he has enough money to support the both of you so why would you need or want to work?

✎ yandere! househusband who's always anxious that you'll leave him for someone better when you go out to work. so he marks you up with lovely lovebites and forces makes sure that you always wear your expensive wedding ring.

✎ yandere! househusband who is so loving and caring that outsiders will mistake him for a normal husband. he is not, he literally has a shrine dedicated to you in the back of the closet.

✎ yandere! househusband who knows you better than you know yourself. so when he sees that you're upset, he'll gladly let you use him to your hearts content :) he'll also use you if that's what you like!

✎ yandere! househusband who frequently stalks you when you go to work. that's how he knew that your coworker wanted to pursue you despite knowing that you're already his! that's why he should've seen it coming that his death would be untimely! he should've expected to be murdered the moment he flirted with you! he should've-!

✎ yandere! househusband who always cooks you the best meals ever. expect them to be laced with something special though <3 is it be cum or something a little more sinister?

✎ yandere! househusband who is always trying to get you to quit your job. cmon darling! can't you see how dangerous it is? so many of your coworkers are dying :( it's not safe out there! it would be much safer in your shared home! as if he wasn't the one who killed them.

✎ yandere! househusband who desperately wants to start a family with you. it'll be so cute to have a little child running around the house, no? it'll also be another reason to convince you to quit your job.

✎ yandere! househusband who loves you more than you will ever know. he loves you, he really does! so don't worry and just trust him, okay? after all, he only wants the best for you! ♡

✎ "my love, how was work today? do you want me to give you a massage?"

[puripurin]

[50, 100, 150, 250 and 350 follower special] [Yan! Omega x Male Reader x Yan! Bunny Hybrid]

— You coughed as you suddenly breathed in only to realize two large purple eyes were staring at you. They blinked two times before they were pulled away harshly.

"Move it you whore. Just because we made an agreement to share him doesn't mean I'll just let you infect him with your stripper mindset." The person with bunny ears degraded the man with a harsh tone. However, the crude remarks only made him burst into laughter.

"How about you stop coming at me when you look like some of my coworkers with that skin-tight body suit?" He mocked the bunny hybrid, who put his middle finger in his face.

"At least I don't go around shoving my dick into other people other than (Y/n). Sometimes I can't believe I have to work with a bitch like you!" The bunny hybrid scowled at the other person. You raised your eyebrow at the two's arguments.

"Right... so what the fuck is going on?" You stopped their glaring at one another by making them shift their focus on you. Almost immediately, they came super close to you. The bunny hybrid slapped his hand on the other person's mouth before speaking up.

"The name's Clear Blackwell! I'm non-binary, so use he/ they pronouns." They winked and blew a kiss before swiftly pulling their hand away and glaring at the man who bit his hand.

"I'm Cecil, and the reason you're here is that you need to be taught a lesson on why you shouldn't break the rules." He kissed you on the nose before moving back a bit to cross his arms with a glare on his face.

"What were the rules?" You questioned, not recalling being given any rules. "No talking to anyone outside of work colleagues for work-related things, friends, family or people in the service industry. No watching porn. No seeking dates with anyone and so on and so forth. We tried our best to make it lenient, but you broke Every. Single. Rule." Cecil shook his head in disappointment. Oh, they were probably the ones you kept receiving in the mailbox of your apartment complex that they wrote with blood. Obviously, you didn't follow it and threw it away. You were going to say something but Clear started to speak.

"Sigh, this is one of the few times I have to agree with this whore. You have been out and about prancing around, flaunting yourself to anyone who wants to see it. Ugh... do you know how many times I had to call up my bodyguards to kill all of those cunts who dared to indulge themselves in your desires?" Clear's eyes twitched as they seethed in anger and frustration. You looked at them with a blank stare before realizing what they meant.

"YOU KILLED MY DATES!?!?" You shrieked in horror. It was no wonder why not a single one of your dates messaged you back for a second date. You tried moving away from them, but Clear slammed his hands on the chair handles to stop you from moving.

"And don't play as if you're scared. I don't like it when someone that belongs to me pretends to be all innocent whilst whoring themselves out." Clear inhaled and exhaled to calm themself down and moved away from you. Cecil patted Clear on the back in comfort before moving towards you.

"Your punishment is going to be rough. Although we wanted our first time having sex with you to be gentle, unfortunately, you couldn't keep yourself in check, so it has come down to this." Cecil sighs and takes off his collar before putting it on you. He stops at a point before pulling it so tight you start to choke.

"Now let's see if you're going to disobey the rules after this." He relaxed the tightness of the collar before pulling you into a rough kiss.

"I- I'm sho sorry f- for breaking the rulesss!" You sobbed from the pain. Almost everywhere on your body was hot with pain. Your mouth and throat were in pain even though Cecil and Clear had innocent-looking faces, their sizes were no joke. Clear kissed your swollen and bleeding lips in contentment.

"F-fuck... Clear, do you think he's learnt his lesson?" Cecil moaned as he slammed back into you, making you shudder and moan from the roughness. His face was flushed as he watched both of you make out.

"A-ah haa... Yeah... He looks so docile now, with his lips all messed up and his body covered in lovebites. Shit, this makes me want to mess him up even more... but I think he's starting to reach his limits." Clear rubs his thumb on your cheek, which nearly makes you close your eyes if you weren't getting fucked by Cecil. Cecil nods before thrusting back into you a few more times before he came inside.

"Damn... You're better than any of my clients." He kissed your cheek before rolling his eyes and kissing Clear on their lips after they motioned for a kiss. "Right, time to clean up. I'll get the towels and water." Cecil got up and brought back some towels and a few bottles of water.

Cecil cleaned up both you and Clear so fast but was pretty gentle about it before cleaning himself up. You fell asleep from exhaustion and snuggled up into a pillow at first, but Clear switched out the pillow for you to hug them instead. Clear watched as Cecil wiped off his body before speaking up.

"You're so much nicer when you aren't spouting a bunch of bullshit, you know?"

"How about you shut the fuck up before I fuck that brattiness out of you."

Yall thought you were gonna get a full-length smut? Guess what, you got bamboozled. Sorry if their personalities switch up like crazy, yall have no ideas how hard it is to write this shit down before valentine's day so you have time to write a val. special.

Anyways, for those of you who don't know, Cecil and Clear are the very first ocs I wrote about to publish on here and I appreciate all of the people who scrolled through my blog to read everything like thirsty dogs. Thank you.

Also i squizshed every follower milestone to one poast is because realistically, i aint gon an write all of that but I might reblog later to write out the full smut. Ah, almost forgot, if Clear's intro is bad here IM SORRY CUS LIKE IDK HOW YOU DO THIS WITH CONFISENCE OMG IF YALL ASK ME TO CHANGE IT ILL CHANGE IT CUS ITS BADDD 😭😭😭😭 Also Cecil not saying his last name intentional.

Once again, without the jokes or spelling errors, I'm actually grateful that yall actually comment, like and follow my writing. So I might go back on my old quotev ACC to rewrite and finish the story that I posted before. Any questions that you all might have, I'll answer in the comments. Also yes, I will write pt2 for cute! Monster's father.

(noto prooftred)

[syddsatyrn]

Chapter 1 ⛤ Chapter 2 ⛤ Chapter 3 ⛤ Chapter 4 ⛤ Chapter 5 Masterlist

⛤Pairing: - Eddie Munson x FemReader

⛤Warnings: Swearing, drinking / smoking, fluff, friends to lovers. This is probably gonna end in smut.

⛤Words: 1.4k

⛤Song: "Photograph" By Def Leppard

⛤Summary: Moving away from Hawkins was the biggest mistake of your life. You left your best friends and forgot to stay in touch. Years later, you decide to hit up your good friend Steve. Its time to make a plan and make amends. The one thing you didn't expect was feelings to resurface when you saw your old highschool crush.

⛤Notes: This series is 18+ Minors scram. Special thanks to @hellfiremunsonn, I am a wreck without her, lol. This chapter is a little short. We are doing a slow burn, ladies , gentleman and nonbinary friends. Next Chapter will have Eddie in it I promise! Please check out Chapter one before you start this one. Thank you!

⛤Chapter 2: Pulling Strings You walk into work early and meet up with your manager. You explain that you need a week off to visit family in Hawkins. They calculate your vacation time and approve it, it's official! In two weeks you're going back to your childhood hometown. You asked a couple of coworkers to help cover your shift and got lucky, they both agreed they could use the extra hours. It was the longest two weeks that you've ever experienced. You passed the time with some shopping for your trip. You made sure to get all the essentials, and a couple of new cute outfits to bring too. You visited your mom and told her all about your plans, she's excited for you! She even sent you off with a little extra money, just in case.

Everything appears to be falling into place. The anticipation is killing you. But you start to find yourself thinking about Eddie quite often. You thought about his dark brown eyes, and how shockingly cute he was when he smiled. Back when things got difficult with your family, Eddie was always down for some late-night talks, listening to you vent for hours sometimes.

The night before you left, you spent time packing, calling Steve, and confirming some minor details. You took a shower before bed and watched some late night TV. When you finally decide to turn in, you crawl under the comforter and try your best to get some rest. Even if you still feel a huge pit in your stomach.

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You're beginning to think you should have packed lighter as you hauled your bags down to the car. You load everything into the trunk and settle into the driver's seat. You take a deep breath and start the car, the engine roars and you hit the gas. There's no next time, it's now or never. Time to take a leap of faith and do your best to be a better friend. You might not get another chance. The sun shines through your windshield as you turn the bend, the fresh Indiana air is crisp and clean. As you see the “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, your body starts to tense up. You try to recall the directions Steve gave you in the correct order. You turned onto main street and kept on until you saw the blue apartments named “Hawkin’s Heights”. You pulled into the parking lot and backed into a parking space carefully and cut the engine. 

It took you what felt like forever to get out of the car. But after a few deep breaths and some time to mentally hype yourself up, you are ready. You walk upstairs and follow the numbers until you find apartment 106. You knock on the door and it instantly opens.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you made it!” Steve looks completely thrilled to see you. He scoops you up into a hug and pulls you inside the apartment, shutting the door behind you.

“Hi Stevie” You laughed “It’s so nice to see you!” Steve finally lets go and you recognize the other familiar face in the room. It was none other than Dustin Henderson.

“Oh my god, Dustin?! You’re like…all grown up!” You can't believe how mature he looks now. You give him a massive hug, he's taller than you now. Time sure does fly, kids sure do grow up fast. The boys head downstairs to help you lug your bags inside, thank goodness you didn't have to do that alone.

Once you get inside you notice the boys are taking your stuff down the hall, and you follow them. Once you walk through the threshold you immediately know whose room this is.

“You’ll be staying in Eddie's room. He comes back from tour in two days so you’ll see him then. I’m sure he won’t mind at all.” Steve explains so casually like it's no big deal.

“Oh god, I couldn’t just take his room. I would feel so bad. What if I take the couch?” You ask with a nervous laugh.

“Can’t, Dustin is on the couch. His mom went on this singles cruise. Even now I’m still somehow babysitting.” Steve laughs and Dustin scoffs at him. Your face turns a little red at the thought of sleeping in your high school crush’s bed.

“Don't listen to him, Y/N, my mom is just paranoid.” Dustin retorts as he follows Steve to the kitchen.

They both leave you to order some pizza and give you time to settle in. The room is truthfully very clean, there are Metal posters all over the walls, along with flyers from shows he’s played. He has some Christmas lights hanging for some ambiance. You take a seat on his queen-sized bed, it feels really comfy. The back comforter and black pillow cases were so him. There are guitars hanging on the wall, a couple of guitar stands, and amps off to the side.

I guess it can't be helped. You'll have to deal with it for now, maybe you can crash at Robin’s later. You shut the door and find yourself some lounge clothes to wear, settling on a pair of shorts and a large Metallica t-shirt. After brushing out your hair and setting out some clothes for tomorrow, you decide to join the boys in the kitchen.

“We got two large pepperoni pizzas,” Dustin announces, Steve opens two beers and offers you one. You gladly take it and grin as you see the label.

“Did you buy my favorite beer on purpose?” You ask, poking fun at how much of an accommodating host Steve can be. When the pizza arrives you all settle down in the living room and watch some late-night sitcom. Steve tells you all about the lengths he's gone to get everyone to gather here.

Nancy is coming to visit with Johnathan, they are staying with her parents. Robin has no idea you were here, Steve had to come up with some ridiculous excuse for her not to show up today. Eddie called to tell him when he would be returning in a couple of days and Steve had to play it cool like nothing was going on. He told them we were throwing a get-together at the Hideout but didn't mention you in the slightest.

“Wow…Look at you pulling all the strings.” You clapped softly and Steve took a little bow. You were truly impressed with his ability to put all of this together. “Thank you, Steve. This is so cool of you.”

“It was nothin’ really. You called and I had to make it happen.” He shrugs with a half smile. You hug your friend and decide to excuse yourself. You had a long drive and it was exhausting. You walk back to Eddie’s room to turn in for the night. When you look over at the nightstand you see a pack of cigarettes, half empty. Eddie used to bum you cigs when you hung out at his trailer. You flash back to the time your Dad was drunk and acting out, arguing with your mom. You ran off to Eddie’s place and your mom almost called the cops.

You grabbed one out of the pack and used the lighter next to the ashtray. You opened up a window and placed the cigarette between your lips and lit it. The taste was like shaking hands with an old friend. It was smooth and you almost feel bad for breaking your 3 year streak but also, one won't hurt…probably. That same nostalgic feeling you felt opening those boxes came flooding back in.

We were just teenagers, there were so many signs that he was head over heels for you but you were naive, oblivious, and it hurt you a little. Neither of you had the guts to say anything to each other. A regret that made you feel shameful to say the least. You’ve wondered if he still has feelings for you or is he off having the time of his life with his groupie fangirls?

When you try to define this feeling it's next to impossible, you feel a sense of anticipation. It's like you’re eager to relive some feelings, or longing for a simpler time. You take a few drags and try to wave the smoke and your insecurities out the window. You can't wait to see Robin tomorrow. It's time to get some sleep, you have a feeling you won't be getting much for the rest of the week.

You put out your cigarette and shut the window, turn out the light, and finally crawl under the covers. You have to admit, his bed smells really good, like fresh linen and men's cologne. It made you feel especially comfortable, and it didn't take long to ease into a deep slumber. You could get used to this kind of contentment. 

[muddyorbsblr]

keep me safe

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Summary: You run into a tent for safety after being chased by a massive insect-like creature while collecting flora samples from Skull Island. The tent belongs to James Conrad.

Pairing: James Conrad x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers, exit stage left); oral (f receiving); fingering; unprotected p in v; kinda public sex (they're in a tent but y'know people can hear…) [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: coworkers to lovers

"I really don't think we should be this far out from camp, Y/L/N. According to Marlow's notes--"

"Forget about Marlow's notes," you hissed at Brooks, walking even further into the greenery of the island. "Look at this flora! I'm pretty sure some of these we can't even find in any textbook known to man. If we come back home with these samples we could win the Nobel for discovering a new species of jungle flora. And what if the key to proving Randa's research was found on this side of the island? What then, Brooks? Would you still tell me that we're going to follow Marlow's notes and miss out on the chance to finally prove to the scientific community that we're not certifiable? That we deserve to be taken seriously?"

"Well we should at least call for one of the soldiers to back us up. Or Conrad."

You bristled at the mention of the name; having him here would only put you on edge, trying so hard not to look a complete fool in front of the former SAS tracker and also trying your damnedest to not let him see that you'd started having feelings for the man.

"Why? So he could tell us how stupid we are for not listening to 'sound advice'? Brooks, when did anyone who made any measurable breakthrough in our community ever do so by listening to 'sound advice'?"

"They weren't surrounded by giant creatures that could kill them within nanoseconds, Y/N!"

"We don't know that!" you snapped back, stopping in your tracks to look back at your clearly hesitant lab partner, the fear emanating from him palpable even from where you stood. "Look," you sighed, thinking of a way to grant him a modicum of relief in this forsaken island. "You can head back to camp, okay? I'll be fine. I'll just collect a few samples for us to bring home so that we can actually have something to give the board reason to give us more funding when we come back. With more backup so we can collect the rest."

"You promise it's just a few samples?"

You gave him your best attempt at a reassuring smile. "Five at most. I promise."

His only response to you was an exaggerated sigh. "Lead the way." He waved his hand toward the expanse of trees less than a hundred meters away.

You'd just bagged your first sample and were prepping to collect the second a few feet away when you heard his shallow, ragged breathing.

"Brooks, honestly you don't need to stay with me if you're scared of what lies beyond Marlow's little safety threshold," you grumbled, starting to carefully cut the mysterious flower in front of you at the stem.

"Y/N…" he squeaked out, his voice barely audible had it not been for the pin drop quiet of the island. "Behind you."

It felt like ice shot straight through your veins at his words; you didn't even wanna dare look at what he was referring to, but you knew that if you wanted to have a chance at dealing with your problems, you had to face them head on.

Or at least that was what you thought.

You rose to your feet slowly and turned around, holding in the shriek that threatened to escape you when you were face to face with a creature that you could only best describe as a giant cockroach, its antennae moving in sweeping motions that barely missed grazing the top of your head.

"We should run," you whispered in a rush as you heard the leaves rustling from where Brooks began to sprint away from you. You didn't waste any time and quickly followed suit.

You moved as fast as your legs could take you, willing yourself not to think about how you could hear the creature following you both. The way the ground sounded like it was crunching beneath the force of its steps as it chased you and Brooks in the direction of the camp.

The moment a tent came into view you ran towards it, ignoring Brooks' calls towards you and just hoping that your friend would make it out of this alive. Once you'd stepped into the temporary shelter of the tent,  you tried to catch your breath, closing your eyes and focusing on trying to calm yourself.

"Y/L/N?" You froze at the sound of the brusque voice that greeted you. Fucking hell why'd it have to be Conrad's tent? Should you even bother opening your eyes to see the annoyed disappointment on his face the second he realized where exactly you came from? "Y/N…"

Your eyes snapped open at the gentle tone of his voice when he said your name, failing to mask the surprise when you saw that he wasn't visibly annoyed at your clear disobedience of the ground rules to never even think of traveling West. Instead he looked concerned, which felt infinitely worse and had you gasping out your next words. "I'm sorry."

Your breathing came in ragged, nearly hyperventilating as he walked toward you, placing his hands on your upper arms. "You're shaking." That seemed to make your breaths come in even faster, shallower…like the more you tried to calm yourself the worse your panic became. "Tell me what happened." You fought against the urge to relax into his touch as he started to stroke your skin with his thumbs; the clear reluctance in you was most probably the cause of his exasperated sigh. "At least come sit down. Catch your breath. Please."

The way he breathed out the word had you inwardly tensing, bracing yourself for him to start berating you even as he held you by your hands while leading you further into his tent to sit at the edge of his cot. "I went West," you admitted with your head hung low, squeezing your eyes shut when you felt him rubbing his thumbs across the back of your hands. "I wanted to collect samples of the flora and--"

"You were chased." You nodded your confirmation. "Tell me about the creature."

"About twice my height, as big as one of our tanks on hand…looks like a giant cockroach but…kinda pale?" You started shaking at the image of the creature slowly and surely imprinting itself in your mind again, feeling like your throat was constricting. "I have to check on Brooks--"

"He'll be fine." His hold on your hands tightened slightly when you tried to stand up, wordlessly ordering you to stay put. "He's tougher than he seems, he'll survive. If you go out right now in your current state, however, you won't."

"Excuse me--"

"That creature you described…it tracks by smelling the pheromones that one excretes when they're distressed. Afraid. It can quite literally smell your fear--"

Those words had you on your feet and slipping out of his hold within seconds, ready to exit his tent. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, I probably led it right to you--"

"Y/N, breathe." He grabbed hold of you again, pulling you into a gentle embrace, one hand cradling your head while the other rubbed at your back in slow, soothing motions. "You'll be alright. We'll be alright. You just need to breathe. You're worsening your fear even I can feel it, little spitfire. Try to remove it from your mind." He tucked your head under his chin, the soft shh'ing sounds from him throwing you off kilter as you continued to draw in shaky breaths. "Just breathe with me."

You did your best to match the breaths he was guiding you through, curiously finding yourself relaxing against him as he paired his guiding breaths with the movements of his hand on your back. When you began to feel yourself calming down some, that was when you became acutely aware of your head pressed against his chest, the beat of his heart thumping in your ears, racing almost as fast as your own.

Just as you were about to pull away from him, the sound of heavy footfalls paired with a slight rumbling of the ground made you flinch against him, shame overcoming you as a small whimper escaped your lips. "Oh, that creature did a number on you, didn't it?"

"Yes…" you mumbled, mortified that you'd begun to shake in his arms again.

"Then it appears putting it out of your mind is the wrong approach," he murmured, and you could have sworn you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head. Impossible, you hissed at yourself. It's just your fear playing tricks on you, stupid Y/N. "We'll just have to put your mind onto something else then."

This time you were sure he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, and then again to your cheek, ghosting his lips down to the corner of your mouth. "What're you doing?" Your question was barely even audible with the way your heart started pounding in your ears once again.

"Distracting you," he answered simply, letting out a soft moan as he pressed his lips to yours, weaving his fingers through your hair and tightening his hold on you. "Don't think about anything else." He murmured the words against your lips letting out a deep, sinful groan when you began to kiss him back. "Just feel…Focus on me…I'll keep you safe."

You found yourself reaching up and resting your arms on his shoulders as he lifted you off your feet to lay you down on the cot, the metal frame creaking slightly from your combined weight on it. When his lips left yours to start trailing down your neck, you began to squirm in his hold as his hands began to push up the fabric of your tank top, baring your stomach to press his lips to the newly exposed skin. "Conrad…"

"Keep your eyes closed, darling. I want you to think of nothing except what you're feeling in this moment. Tell me what you're feeling." You shuddered at the feel of his lips tracing along the waistband of your panties, letting out a shameless moan when his tongue flicked against your skin.

"You. Just you."

When you felt his fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, you lifted your hips instinctively and Conrad disrobed you from the waist down in one fluid motion. "Good girl," he whispered as he pressed his lips down your thigh, curling his hand around your knee and parting your legs. "Fuck." He let out a groan that sent another rush of wetness between your legs, feeling your walls clenching at the thought of him with his eyes on you.

He ghosted his lips along the inside of your thigh, working his way up until finally you felt his tongue tracing along your folds, only licking into your entrance for a brief moment that had you arching your back off the cot. "Please--"

"Tell me you're mine," he murmured against you, the vibrations against your skin making you even wetter than you already were. The only response you had was an incoherent whimper. "Tell me you'll still be mine even after this. After today. After this mission." He pressed another searing kiss to the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise onto the sensitive skin that had you desperately calling his name.

You struggled to form words in between thready breaths. "Only if…you're mine."

He pressed a brief open-mouthed kiss to your clit, making you arch your hips against him. "You truly didn't know…I've been yours for quite a while."

"Then I'm yours," you breathed out, a smile reflexively pulling at the corners of your mouth as his words began to sink in. He felt the same way. He saw himself as yours. The exhilaration from the combined effect of his words and the way he was currently licking into your entrance with long, languid strokes of his tongue, had you blurting out the words, "I want to see you."

"Not yet," he rasped before closing his lips around your clit and sucking on the aching bundle of nerves while his tongue flicked over it in a near merciless pace. When your legs began to quiver on his shoulders he pulled away from you. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you to, Y/N. Promise me." You could only manage a broken moan of his name as he circled your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You breathed out your assent so faintly you'd be surprised if he even heard it, arching your hips once again into his mouth when he resumed his attentions to your clit, only this time partnered with him inserting two unthinkably long fingers inside of you and curling up, stroking against that soft spot inside of you that had you seeing stars from behind your eyelids.

This time when your legs began to shake against him he didn't stop until you'd reached your crescendo, your back arching as you screamed his name to the high heavens until you could only whimper incoherent syllables as he withdrew his fingers from you, holding your legs open as he wantonly lapped at your release. The feel of him humming sounds of satisfaction against your skin had you growing wet again, the sounds coming from you resembling a garbled utterance of 'more'.

He lifted your legs from his shoulders, the sound of him undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants echoing loudly in your ears as your body thrilled in anticipation for what he would do next. You could tell from how the cot shifted in weight and the sounds of the metal frame creaking that he was making his way up the cot so your faces were level with one another.

"Look at me, darling." You opened your eyes, failing to hold back a gasp as you saw him hovering over you, pupils blown out to turn his usually cool steel  blue eyes a near complete obsidian black, cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath, his lips shining with your release even in the dimmed light of the tent. He gave you a soft smile before resting his forehead against yours. "Just look at me. You're safe. You're okay. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Why wouldn't you let me see you earlier?"

"You want the truth?" You nodded at him with wide eyes as if to say 'Do you really have to ask?'. "Because I knew if you did and you saw even a shadow of what was going on around us, your fear would return, and it would get you."

"You mean--?"

"It was right outside." Tears began to flood your eyes as the realization sank in. Just how close you two really were to the danger you caused. All because you wanted to go West and feed your ego by trying your luck at the Nobel. "Hey, hey…it's okay. Everything's going to be fine." You could feel yourself relaxing again as he pressed soft kisses to your temple, down your cheekbone, and finally on the tip of your nose.

When he moved his head to kiss at your neck, a hand reaching between you to line himself up at your entrance, the world around you began to blur again as you began to whine his name.

"Just focus on me," he rasped as he started to inch his way inside of you. "Look at me and tell me what you're feeling."

Your eyes met as he pushed the rest of him inside you, a guttural sound escaping his lips as your sex surrounded his entire length. "You. Just you."

A/N: I honestly can't believe that this event's more than halfway done already and so many amazing stories have been included in the collection 🥹🥹. That's a wrap for James Conrad as far as 14 Days goes but here's hoping that my lil thotty brain can come up with stories for him in the future 🫠

No part 2 is planned for this story. There is, however, a 'what if…?' episode planned. Non-smut though.

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Minors DNI...

Not my gif!

Warnings: Mentions of sex, heavy flirting

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Imagine....Robin dragging you to one of Steve's stupid parties and it’s honestly the last place you want to be, having already had to endure 8 hours in Family Video with him that day. Steve’s already in the corner of his kitchen, looking like a million dollars, talking to some blonde you recognise from the video store and you hate how it’s bothering you that she has her well manicured hands on his biceps but you grit your teeth, grabbing a drink and downing it quickly (your first of several that night). Of course it’s all part of Steve’s big plan to make you jealous, cause he’s really only got eyes for one girl. But you’re too damn stubborn to admit that you might actually like your handsome coworker because you didn't want to be one of those stupid girls that fell for Steve The fucking Hair Harrington....

When Steve grows bored of the lingering looks you've been exchanging all night, getting tired of pretending the guys lining up to make their move on you weren't irritating him, he walks toward you, a confident smirk across his face as he lifts his arm over your head to lean on the wall, closing you in.

You try your best to look displeased in his presence but when he boldly presses his body against yours, telling you just how pretty you look in your little red dress, you know instantly you're done for, cause you couldn't keep pretending that you didn't want to fuck Steve Harrington's brains out.

“So, princess, what exactly do you suggest we do about this sexual tension between us?” He whispers so causally in your ear and you're cursing at the way he has your thighs clenching just from how he was looking at you. Like you were the only person in the room.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Harrington." You reply, smiling sweetly, as Steve bites the corner of his bottom lip, grinning.

"So those hot little denim shorts you wore to work today weren't for my benefit? Like you didn't knock over those tapes on purpose so you could bend over in front of me, sweetheart..." He teases, stealing a little moan from you as his fingers begin to dance on the bare skin of your backless dress and you weren't sure how much longer you could stand not kissing him.

"Liked what you saw, Stevie?" You ask boldly, knowing it wasn't the alcohol setting your skin on fire now. It was all down to him.

"I think you already know the answer to that, sweetheart. But if you want me to admit it, then yeah, got me hard as a fuckin' rock."

"Did you touch yourself thinking about it?" You whisper in his ear, tugging at his shirt, his lips trailing the exposed skin of your collarbone, slowly moving his fingers from your hip, sliding them down your thigh but stopping just as he hears your breath hitch.

"Did you?" He smirks, letting his hand fall back to his side again and he can't help but grin when he sees the disappointment spreading across your face at the lack of friction between you.

"No more games, princess, you know I want you and I know you want me, even if it kills you to admit it.... So, I'm gonna go upstairs and if you want me to show you just exactly what I wanted to do to you earlier, you'll follow me there in five minutes." Steve instructs, leaving you standing there hot and needy for more.

It didn't take you five minutes to make your decision but fuck, work was going to be totally awkward on Monday.......

[ragnarokhound]

hello i came here from ao3 which makes this kinda feel like i’m following a coworker home and letting myself into their house but i’ve been rereading all your jaytim fics yet again and am! not! normal about it! and i just wanted to say that i love love love the way you write jason so much. it’s also really fun starting with your first jaytim fic that’s more like general fanon jason and tim and then following the ways you flesh both of them out so much as you write more. i feel like the true jaytim shipper arc is using tim as the self insert at first bc jason hot but then realizing jason is the one with issues that kind of make him the best to dig into and chew on and yeah. i just really really love how you write him and i wanted to let you know! ah! ok bye!

HI?? I'M GONNA CRY???

omg okay first of all-- first of all, THANK YOU for letting yourself into my house, i left the key under the mat on purpose so that folks from ao3 could come in whenever and rummage through my fridge and chat about jay and tim and jaytim over tea and charcuterie with me, so, sincerely, thank you for fulfilling that dream for me <333

second of all, ah? aaahhh?? aaaahhhHHH???? I am the one who is not normal actually! Hearing that you're rereading ALL of my jaytim fics? TuT THANK YOU omg, I'm so happy that you like my evolving take on Jason!! Because you are very right - I barely knew who Tim and Jason were when I first started writing fic of them, and was (w)riding high on DEEPLY HORNY VIBES ALONE. Coming from Teen Wolf and Sterek, I think it's quite obvious how my fandom pipeline got me to that first fic lmao >.>

(popping some rambling about characters & writing under the cut:)

Tim is such a fun character, but I do find him more personally relatable, and I find Jason more personally attractive, fjdslfjsa so YEAH. YOU'RE SO RIGHT. My motto is, as ever, "Tim Drake gets what I want, and what I want is Jason Todd" so while I find writing Tim POV to be the most comfortable, I find Jason more fun to obsessively write about. I think about Jason a lot because, to me, Tim is also thinking about Jason a lot U_U You can really see the turning point where I started thinking about Jason as a character more fjdlsfjafd

(that dog fic was a distraction from an as of yet unfinished Friends w/Benefits -> Lovers WIP from Jason's POV... maybe someday I'll finish you...)

Jason is so cool (/literary /he's actually a dork). He has a lot of mixed emotions and motives and confusing traumas and life events to navigate. His death is one of THE most important moments in comic book history, a decisive turning point in tone and theme, and people just can't help themselves when it comes to him and that moment (and the crowbars. christ. how many times are we going to hand jason a crowbar and expect him to want to use it fdjslfsa I DIGRESS).

You can write Jason a lot of ways, because how do you even react to that? How do you even come to terms with your literal death and resurrection and the messy mcfreaking history you left behind and then came back to? It's believable when Jason is edgy and sexy and volatile, THE Bad Boy of the already Bad Boy Batman franchise - but it's equally believable when he's just a scared, secretly dorky kid who came back to a family that moved on without him, his murderer still out there and killing people who aren't lucky (?) enough to have cosmic connections. Even better to me when he's both lol

OKAY i'm done i swear, but you followed me home, you signed up for this lmao

THANK YOU AGAIN, omg, I remember your comments on ao3 too, thank you SO much for your kind words, both over there and now over here!! <33 TTuTT You're gonna make me waterworks, dude ;A; <333

[naquey]

Hii, could I request a Mei x reader?

sorry if this isn’t how I’m suppose to request I’m new to tumble.

sorry again!-r0se-garden

You're good, this is typically how people do request. Some opt for dming people if their dms are open and such. I saw another request about a Mei x reader too, so I'm guessing he's pretty popular.

Gender wasn't specified so I'll just default to gender-neutral to stay as ambiguous as possible.

You work at Shiki with team Elf. It isn't the most glamorous job, but at least you have a roof over your head and food to eat. Your coworkers were a ragtag bunch of people who seemingly didn't get along unless it was in front of the Supervisor. Your boss.

Mei and Ido were the two you hung out with the most. They were the least chaotic and the least disruptive. Your one hobby was baking, and if anyone bothered you, their head would be on a silver platter. It was a cliche threat but it felt like it needed to be cliché.

The thing about Mei, Ido, and you was simply that those outside saw you three as the best of friends. Ido could tell pretty easily that his brother Mei had the biggest crush on his coworker, but was just too much of a coward to tell you.

The maids were cleaning up the dining room after the big dinner get together the boss had with everyone in Shiki. Ido knew you were in the kitchen but didn't tell his brother because of what he was planning. He may not say much and have a poker face 24/7 but beneath that he was a mastermind.

"Oh, it seems I left the towels in the kitchen..." It was so easy to sound upset about something so trivial, easier to get his brother to do something if he feigned being sad.

"Tch, alright. I'll go get them, but stop misplacing them all the time." Mei clicked his tongue and gathered all the plates into his arms. He was annoyed but also glad he finally got a chance to check in and see what you were making.

Busy at the stove stirring something in a pot while the light on the oven showed something in a tin pan, humming while you worked unaware of the assassin who just walked through the doorway. The clatter of plates and silverware in the sink made you practically jump out of your bones, awfully close to the boiling pot Mei caught you fast before accidentally burning yourself.

"Y/n! Be more careful!" He was quick to chastise you and cover up his panic. Of everyone at the laboratory/prison, you were the one he didn't want to get hurt.

Getting hurt changed people and he didn't want it to change you.

"Well... You're the one who walked in without notifying me! You know I don't pay attention to everything around me when I'm baking!" You flicked him in the forehead playfully, pretending to be upset.

"What are you making?"

"It's for later." You were quick to stand in front of the stove, crossing your arms over your chest with a stern look.

"Oh come on, you can't tell me." His eyes got big and sad, a tactic he often used to get at the sweet treats you make before Manji does.

"No, you always try to wrangle the truth out of me mister. Not this time."

"Please!" Mei clasped his hands together.

"Why do you want to know so bad?"

"You always make stuff really well, I want to know what to anticipate."

"Of course," You shook your head with a laugh.

"Oh, pretty please!" Mei begged.

"You're gonna have to do a lot more begging than that." You snorted.

"Ugh, fine." He rolled his eyes, clearly not giving in.

Ido leaned against the doorway, giving himself a pat on the back watching the two of you talk. He felt accomplished about something that had nothing to do with killing. There was a sense of happiness that radiated from setting up his brother with someone.

"I mean, I could beg in a lot more ways than one." Mei surprised you, he knew what he was doing.

"That's so... You're an idiot."

"What do you mean? I am completely competent."

"I didn't say you weren't competent." You sighed.

"But I mean, hey, I'm your idiot at least."

"My what..."

"Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes, yes you did."

"I know that!" Mei huffed, his face was turning red.

"Then why did you ask?!"

"Because I'm flustered!"

"You're flustered?! You basically confessed to me!"

"I didn't, but do you want me too?"

Now you both were yelling about something neither of you needed to yell about. Anyone near could practically hear the two of you at this point.

"Yes."

"...What?"

"I said, yes."

"To what?" He tilted his head.

"I'm not going to say it again."

"No, seriously."

"I'm not saying it." You stood your ground.

"Ugh, fine. I like you." He muttered.

"What was that?"

You couldn't help but grin and cup your hand by your ear, leaning toward him.

"I like you."

"Oh, really? I couldn't tell."

"What?! You could tell?!"

"Dude, it was obvious. I like you too, duh. Every wonder why we bicker like a married couple?"

Mei stared at you. Face a good, bright shade of red. He didn't move a muscle, if this was a dream he was too scared to wake up. Then Ido knocked something over in the background and he jumped right into you, the both of you landing in a heap on the floor.

There was no way Mei would be able to live down the embarrassment now.

It feels so rushed and I'm so so sorry if it seems that way, I didn't have a plot starting out and just stuck with not having a plot. It may not be exactly what you want, but I do hope you enjoyed it!

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Studying Struggles- The Moon Boys

SFW// Minors and ageless blogs, DNI // You will be blocked

Summary:

Being a university student can come with its challenges, but the boys are more than willing to help you combat them.

Word Count:

1.0K

Warnings/Triggers:

Brief mentions of an unhealthy eating schedule (non-ED related; only in Jake Lockley's section)

Unrelated, but to my Cubans and potentially other hispanics out there, DON'T FREAK OUT when I mention habichuelas y arroz LMAO. My fam is Puerto Rican and we eat them all the time, but I only recently learned from a Cuban friend that whenever I talk about habichuelas y arroz, she thinks I'm mixing green beans and rice. I'm actually talking about delicious stewed beans (with papas y jamon ofc) and rice. That's all, just wanted you to know that I'm not a green bean heathen <3

Steven Grant

Your tendency to agree to anything that's asked of you makes being a student exceedingly difficult

Coworkers will ask you to pick up the odd shift or two and you'll hopelessly accept, managing to take notes on a chapter or two for your problem class after a lunch rush or during your breaks

Your friends might ask you to be a designated driver for their night at the club and you just can't say no, knowing damn well you'll have to study from the moment you get home until your alarm starts going off to get ready for work

It's always one thing after the next, it seems, and although you don't like to admit it to yourself, it can get utterly exhausting

That changes a little once you move in with the boys, however

Steven makes an effort to remember even your most minute mentions exams, and when they start coming up, he makes an effort to help you get the most out of your studies

He'll try his best to keep his cluttered flat a little more organized, keeping his books mostly on their shelves and making sure his desk is relatively clear

Requests for you to join your friends on nights out diminish, but for some odd reason when you are invited, its conveniently on weekends where you're free

After catching Steven steal a peek at your pocket calendar before sending a text, however, you quickly piece together why

He even beats you to the phone when someone from work calls, quickly hitting decline before you can even protest

"Come on, love. You and I both know it's not good for you to pick up any more shifts this week."

He's just supportive through and through, making sure you're not overwhelming yourself while also cheering you on

As soon as exam season is over, he treats you to a weekend of nothing but eating take out and catching up on your favorite shows, too

Marc Spector

You're by no means a stupid person, however, you are quite unorganized

Every week there's a deadline that comes out of nowhere, whether it be for a research paper worth 30% of your grade or an exam that you simply can't afford to do bad on

You typically do enough to pull through in the end, but you're always mentally spent and by the time you're recovered, the cycle repeats again

Marc almost immediately catches onto this, and one night when you close your laptop after barely submitting a presentation on time, he decides he can't let you go on like that

He helps you pull up the syllabi for all your courses and painstakingly comb through the due dates, neatly filling out the calendar you'd neglected to use all semester until everything is written down

"See how I broke everything up across the week? It's so you can get stuff done early and stop killing yourself every Sunday."

He makes you promise to try to follow the schedule you guys made and, while you weren't a fan of the idea of jumping back into your school work so soon after another hectic weekend, you begrudgingly agreed

Marc didn't let your efforts go unrecognized

When you were making slow but steady progress on a book report, you almost don't realize Marc had placed your favorite drink from a local cafe next to you until he was pressing a kiss to the top of your head

After you finally finished drilling through flashcards for a quiz, he was at your side in an instant with your coat in his hand

"Let's go on a walk for a little while, you could use a break."

By the time Friday night had rolled around, you turned in your report and found yourself with nothing left to do

Marc simply smirked at the shocked expression on your face as you flipped through the planner to double check, returning his attention to the dinner he was cooking

"Good job, habibti. Now you can sleep in with me all weekend."

Jake Lockley

Typically, you've got a pretty good hold on balancing all of your school responsibilities with the demands of day-to-day life

You're on top of your studying and homework assignments while also juggling a social life and household chores

The one thing that slips through the cracks, however, is food

Your kitchen gets deserted overnight, the contents of your fridge replaced with meal replacement shakes

Jake notices this especially when a big exam or assignment is coming up- its as if you've subconsciously knocked nutrition down on the hierarchy of importance

He doesn't like that- not one bit

So he puts an end to it

During your next stressful bought, he made it his personal mission to make sure you were eating real food for every meal

Even when you offered up polite protests of "Jake, you don't have to do all that" or "I'll be fine, I promise", they always fell on deaf ears

"Nourishing your body is just as important as nourishing your mind, mi vida. Eat."

And that's how it went from then on

Sometimes you'll be hunched over your computer, nearly done reteaching yourself how to calculate pH, when he leaves a plate of scrambled eggs at your side

Other times you'd be so busy plowing through practice problems, you almost don't notice the hot cup of coffee and sandwich waiting for you

When the night runs late and you start nodding off in your seat, he'll close the laptop in front of you and drag a chair over to join you, the two of you having a late meal of habichuelas and rice

That's how it continues until your last final is finally taken and you can relax

You always offer different ways to make up for it, like doing all the cooking for a month in return, but all he ever wants is quality time with you

[hexedrosel-arts]

The shadow of space(and the time that lies in between)

She woke up, they sew and he lies, he watches.

That was all Cosmo had to do.

He writes, she bleeds, she creates.

That's what Cosmo sees. A boy his age that writes and draws, the girl who does rituals to get back little things that don't matter anymore, and his friend who is unaware of her of her own plight.

He plants, she sings, he hunts.

Another friend of Cosmo, the planter, his life. The friend's sister, her haunting voice and her iron shielded heart.

And the other one... Cosmo can't talk about him. He shouldn't know him yet.

So why does he? He shouldn't. Why does he, why must he?

"You're like the son I've never had."

"You do have one sir, I talk to him a lot."

"I know, but he's not like you. Obedient, kind, a listener."

That's right, that man, the man who Cosmo's father liked. They were coworkers. Right now, Cosmo was having his hair brushed by that man.

"Thank you sir, but I don't follow those traits most of the time."

"You're a humble boy, that's what I like about you. You should keep that around when you get older."

"Thank you sir.... I'll... I'll do my best."

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That man had shown Cosmo how to activate something within him. Cosmo was unsure why the man trusted Cosmo the most, but it had paid off.

"Look at you! You can do almost everything with that power."

"Sir, it's not much. I just look like you now..."

Cosmo hated mirrors, but seeing himself look like another person, not the boy he always saw... He was happy.

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It's easy to forget yourself, that's what Cosmo found out. When you can become anyone, Why be yourself?

The only problem he had was that he still had his voice. Even when asking that man father, there was no good explanation.

"You are just young. It will happen eventually, just like me."

"But you said I'm grown enough! I turned 10 last week!"

"I was wrong. We both developed differently. We'll find out sometime okay?"

"... Okay mis- father."

He wasn't Cosmo's father, not even close. But after what he did to Cosmo's real father, there was no one to turn to for a father.

It's easy to forget yourself and your past as Cosmo found out. The only thing that matters is the space you take up and the time that passes. Cosmo wanted to stop taking up so much space.

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Fire. Fire across the room. Cosmo wasn't sure why there was fire here anymore.

He had a bloody axe, no shadow to turn to, no space for him to leave, just him and all the time in the world. There was also the body, but that was not needed for Cosmo to remember why he was here.

Flames removed his shadows, for the space needed to leave. time would consume him, he would be burned and his father would be disappointed. But he did everything right, so why must there be fire?

The time in between his shadows and his space was collapsing around him, the flames would take care of his wretched body....

That's what he would think if it weren't the other boy on the side of the door, the one who lifted him from the room without ever touching his body.

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"Tobi-"

"Cosmo. Cosmo sir."

"Cosmo, are you aware of the magic that is held in your body."

"Yes sir. Father always said I had it in me."

Cosmo didn't want to be here, he wanted to be alive, but not here. Not in a room of mirrors with the boy and a man who he did not know

"Winter is fine Cosmo. This father of yours, does he know about what you did?"

"He told me to kill that man, sir."

Not a total lie, he was tasked to remove the boy from other people, but not kill.

"Well he has hurt one of many soldiers that he has taken from me. But sending a child is a new low."

Cosmo was bored, he didn't want to listen, too much time wasted and not enough space. Cosmo shifted his eyes to be more green and not whatever color he could see in the mirror.

"I have a proposition for you. I hate to use a child but I am running out of options."

"What is it sir?"

"I can give you a new purpose and help you with powers in a more.. healthy way. If you give me the heart of your father."

Cosmo had the same stars in eyes as the ones the boy across from him was drawing.

"The I was talking about? Or the one who birthed me?"

"That man, the one who has been hurting my children and soldiers."

The boy wrote hastily after he finished drawing.

"Are you sure dad? He is very unstable right now, and not in the right mind."

"Well baby, the options given to us has no matter anymore. We are running out of time and this boy is running out of space."

Cosmo wanted vengeance, and space. Cosmo wanted so much space, galaxies and stars. His shadow shifted and adjusted with him as sat up.

"Do you have an answer already?" the amazement was not lost on Cosmo.

"Yes sir! I want that so much! Please sir, I'll do anything!"

Cosmo was going to have his space to be himself. Even if that meant getting rid of his father, he had a new father.

Winter, the god of time, and his priest and son, Ray. Cosmo's saviors and family.

[birlwrites]

🎢, 🍦,💖,🤗,😬, 💔, 🤲?

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

oh, definitely career goals: tyrant - it's unhinged from chapter 1 and only gets more so

🍦 What’s the sweetest fic you’ve created so far?

i was torn so i picked 2 afslghjksdf - the first one is sun and shadow, aka the pjo au, and the second is the point of creation, which is a check please fic with lardo/ransom in which lardo is a composer and ransom is a poet and they make art for each other and it's very soft

💖 What made you start writing?

hmm i don't think there was ever a set Moment - i've always been coming up with stories, and i'm p sure my parents have some picture books/graphic novels/comics/idk what to call them drawn by yours truly at age <5. i started actually like, typing stories in a word processor in about 4th grade because my best friend was writing a story and i wanted to copy her

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

3 things: first of all, try not to jump straight into posting your stuff somewhere like ao3. get a feel for what you like writing and what makes you happy before you start introducing things like 'how many people kudosed my fic today' - there is SO MUCH fic out there, and it can be very hard to build an audience/find your people, especially when you're just starting out. there's no reason to demoralize yourself right away. build up your sense of what YOU like before you start worrying about whether other people like it. (sharing your writing with your friends is different - they're your friends, not faceless internet people ashfkjhsf)

second of all, it's important to make sure that you're actually enjoying the process. writing fanfic should be fun - if it feels like a chore or an obligation, it might be time to step back and see if you've accidentally turned it into a job instead of something you do solely because you enjoy it

third of all, writing a complete fic beginning to end is a skill in and of itself. don't expect yourself to just sit down and bang out a multichap fic with flawless pacing and an amazing ending. that's something that requires practice. the best way to practice is to finish what you start. you don't have to finish absolutely everything - as i said, this should be fun - but just be aware that if you want to complete your fics in a satisfying way, you need to practice writing complete stories. one-shots are a great way to start!

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

ohhhh man

honestly, the entire concept makes me wince, but tbh probably lachrimae. i feel like that's the one most likely to inspire the 'why aren't you writing original stories, you should be writing original stories' reaction

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

i have a few, all regulus angst - we've got implode--, survived by, and happy birthday, which i wrote when i was ~15 and, if i do say so myself, KILLED IT.

implode-- is about sirius rescuing a mostly-dead regulus from the cave, survived by is about sirius finding death eater regulus after evan's death (there's a theme LMAO - that's a fic i wouldn't be able to write these days, i'm too attached to evan now), and happy birthday is canon-compliant snapshots of regulus's life from age 11 to age 18

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

ABSOLUTELY. HERE'S LACHRIMAE

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Voldemort says, "Do you consider yourself a fighter, Regulus?"

It could pass for conversational—silk floating on water. He hisses the tiniest bit on Regulus, a tiny whistle of air after precisely pronounced syllables like an ice cube against the back of Regulus's neck. Regulus's mask gleams at his side, awkward and useless in his hand—he can't put it on, but he can't put it away, and so there it stays, a glimmering ghost in the sun.

What sort of answer does Voldemort want? He doesn't want Regulus to fight, he wants to keep his Seer safe, but there has to be a reason he's asking, a reason he called Regulus in the first place.

Regulus doesn't consider himself a fighter. He's... flexible. He bends, goes around instead of through. Fire and brimstone have always been more Bellatrix's thing, and Voldemort must know that.

"You," Voldemort says, "have a habit of responding to my questions with silence."

Great.

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send me fic writer emoji asks!

[shy-the-schizophrenic]

My Last Letter To You.

I'm writing you this letter so I can have closure and say everything I need to say before I block you. I don't understand how you honestly can do this to me. To us. You were given another chance. You promised you wouldn't hurt me again. You wouldn't drink. And look at you. You can't help yourself anymore. And your piece of shit coworkers are just that. Pieces of shit. You lied to me. You blew off a night falling asleep with me to go get drunk with your coworkers. Your female coworkers. You lied. Once again. You can never be trusted, you've proven that to me. The one alcohol slip up, okay. But tonight? There was no reason. You chose alcohol over the beautiful love and life we could have had together. You told me to kill myself. Deny it all you want but I will never forget. You made fun of me for crying about you being with girls. You're a heartless man who spits venomous words at people he loves. Atleast tonight you didn't deny your love for me. Well kris. You killed my love for you. You proved to be like every other man in my life. You abused me. You're a drunk. It's disgusting. You're disgusting. I'm disgusted with you. I was disappointed, hurt, confused. No more. I know now that this is who you are. And who you are isn't deserving of me. I'm an amazing person. I've made mistakes but I'm a good person. I don't go out of my way to hurt people. I keep to myself. I continously work on my shortcomings. I saw a bright future for us. But now your future, I see it falling apart. You're going to lose your kids all over again and drink yourself into oblivion. Or you'll end up in jail. You're going to lose everything you've ever cared about just because you wanted to get drunk with some hot girls when you could have been with me. You think those girls are going to be there for you when you lose it all? No. Neither will I. I told you, you could come to me when you feel like drinking. When you felt low. Don't. I don't want any part of your life that you're choosing to ruin. I want nothing to do with you. You broke my heart for the last time. Only my ex fiance got that many chances. And I will not end up that girl I was with him. That will never be me. I should have seen your red flags. Your constant need to lie. How deep your alcoholism goes. I wish I did before I fell for you. But it's okay. Because you aren't feeling this right now like I am. And by the time you realize how low in life you are by losing me and choosing to go back to drinking, I will be fully over you and you won't even cross my mind. I will be free and you will be wracked in guilt and full of sorrow because your life will be empty all over again. And you can try to replace me. You never will. No girl will ever amount to me and the love I bore for you. I would have died for you. I would have done anything for you and you killed us. You killed my love and you will never revive it. I hope you feel every little bit of pain you've made me feel over the past couple months with your abuse when you wake up. I hope you realize what you've lost. Because it's absolutely too late. I'll tell you goodbye but you will never hear I love you. I won't give you that. You'll occupy my mind for a while. And it will kill me not to text you. But I'll be fine soon. I'll find joy in life again while you spiral downwards and for that I'm truly sorry. You don't deserve it. You have a kind heart but your demons have eaten you alive and it's so sad to see. This is why I never date addicts or alcoholics. Because I know one day they will relapse and I will have to watch them put their drug of choice ahead of me and everything they care about. I won't watch you waste away kris. I can't. I hope you get better. I don't see that happening at this point though. You don't want the help. You don't care about anything. You don't even love your children enough to stay away from alcohol. They deserve a better dad that and I deserve a better lover than you. Best wishes kris. Goodbye forever.

[ladylooch]

Okay, let's do this then.

It's been a while since you and Miles don't see each other. He was on the road, and you were working like crazy. But the day he's finally home, you have an office party. And to be honest, that's not where you wanted to be tonight. You want to be in miles bed, naked, messy sheets, and him on top of you, going as many rounds as he can.

But not you're in front of your mirror getting ready. You texted miles earlier, but he said he wanted to rest and that you could come buy after, understand, but it hurt a little. All your look was with miles in mind. After all, you hope to get lucky afterward.

After making your rounds, you're talking to a group of coworkers,and you feel a hand on your lower back. You're turning to say that you have a boyfriend, even if he didn't ask you. But you see him there, full smile. You can't believe he's there. You kiss him and introduce him to everybody.

Miles walks the whole night with his hand on your lower back. Sometimes, he goes lower. He's teasing you, and you're not a fan of it. So what you do, drag him to your office. Locking the doors and making sure that no one can see what you guys are about to do it.

You "pin" him against the door to kiss him, says that it's not fair what he's doing, and that you're wet. That's when you get the reaction from him. Miles leads you to your table, opening a space for you to place your elbows there.

You're so ready for him, Miles spins you, putting your dress up for easy access. He takes your panties while you plead for him to fuck him. You're so damn needy for him and for his touch.

Miles runs his finger through your folds, humming he likes what he sees and feels. You hear his belt being open, and the anticipation is killing you. Miles strokes himself, watching the view, because yeah, that's his girl.

He slaps your ass when you're about to beg him again. He's sliding in with one thrust, making you arch your back, moving to his chest. After that, all his control is gone. Miles is fucking you hard and fast. Sometimes giving your ass a little slap. It doesn't take you guys long to get to your highs.

You're so happy, and you can see he's too. Pecking his lips, you say that you want round two later. Miles is all for it. You start to look for your panties, to hold his cum that it's now dripping through your legs. He just had other plans, and he decides to use as a square pocket.

That annoys you a little. Thankfully, you have some wipes on your desk drawer. You clean yourself as best you can. You're trying not to move too much, for the cum not to drip to much. Miles wants to walk around. He loves knowing that you have his cum dripping down your legs.

You hate it and it doesn't take too long for you to drag him home.

-👢

Babe, you are so generous to us!

I AM AJNFKNAKJDFDANKJFDAKLM

CHILLS. THIS PART: You hear his belt being open, and the anticipation is killing you.

FUCKING CHILLS! Literally goosebumps broke out on my body. Oh my godddddd *bangs head on table*

The way the pens bang together in their holder with each hard thrust into you. You're gripping the desk, already wondering how you're going to work in here on Monday without thinking of this. The way his slaps echo in the empty office, just loud enough that you're worried someone walking by will hear, but not enough to stop him. How good it feels when the cool, metal of his belt hits against the back of your thighs.

You spend the rest of your night in sexy, needy discomfort. Not wanting to walk or move too fast, feeling the messiness and neediness for round 2 soak your thighs. The way Miles chuckles, kissing your temple all sweet like he didn't just ruin you in the room next door to here. You feel the only way to make this even is if he licks it off of you when you get home.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Hello! I thought I’d ask a general life question. Without getting into too many details, I don’t get along well with someone at my school. They’re overall very critical/unnecessarily judgmental about anyone or anything (not just me) - they will be very passive aggressive to your face if you’ve done something to aggravate them, and then they will speak badly about you behind your back (I’ve heard them talk badly about nearly everyone we both mutually know so I’m sure they’ve done it to me as well). I was hoping I wouldn’t ever have to deal with them again once school ended; however, I just found out there is a (small) chance we might end up being coworkers if we are both selected to work at the same location. This is killing me because this is a job I’ve wanted for many years and I have worked my ass off to get it, but they only recently decided to apply for this job as well. I’m terrified that if we both end up there, my joy and happiness at being able to work there will be totally gone, and I’m going to take so much psychic damage over constantly being terrified of pissing them off and having them badmouth me to everyone else who works there. Do you have any advice about navigating my job if this happens?

oh gosh, honey, i'm so sorry! hopefully that chance remains small and they don't get the position, but i totally understand your dread. passive aggression is one thing i absolutely can't stand, it drives me up the wall; i would have a really hard time being civil and professional if i had to work with someone like that.

but, if you end up in that position, i think the best tactic to take is to a) stay the best self you can, and b) trust that her true colors are going to show themselves.

i'm not saying that good people always win in a corporate environment, obviously that's not true; suckups and liars often get ahead while decent people get scapegoated. but, generally speaking, being kind gets you further in life than being a nasty bitch.

jobs are a lot different than school, and your bosses are not going to like the behavior you describe in this person, and considering that you say they do this to everyone, odds are that they're going to get found out. they're going to say the wrong thing to or about the wrong person and piss off someone in charge.

i know it will be really hard, but try not to sink to their level, and try not to complain about them a lot. try to shine in comparison to them, and stand by while they dig their own hole. you can chime in once other people start complaining about their behavior, but you don't want to start out looking like you've got a grudge against them.

if you're professional, kind, and good at your job, while they're rude, judgmental, gossipy, and, most likely, bad at their job, people will notice, and the difference will matter. stay focused on yourself, and when you clock out and get home, you can complain and vent and yell as much as you need to.

but again, hopefully nothing comes of this and you get your dream job without this person bothering you. good luck!

[1d1195]

A PENNY?!?! Sam literally how?! AND FOR JEANS?! but you know what I would try to achieve that high again too lol But yay for shopping! Hope you got some lovely stuff bestie!

Dealing with teens all day for the entire work week is CRAZY so I dont blame you for having constant headaches lol oddly enough my brother is the one that suffers from headaches lol Oh hormones for sure cause the stomach to be wack which is so unfair! this period will NOT affect you on your break!! A period is never fun but hope youre taking care of yourself!

ME TOO!!! I do not fit in those flared/bell bottom jeans thats trendy now which is tragic solely because that's all i ever see in stores!?! Im also not even close to being considered tall or petite and those just make me look so off too bahah So skinny jeans for me have always been the option where although not the best option, they are the lesser evil of jeans lol

AWW that's so cute! Little Sam was such an icon for that!(you still are obvi) You should for sure should revisit the marry janes for the fall!!! I am waiting for that day too! Sam I don't think you know how much of a HATER i am of electric scooters, i am fighting a battle everyday trying not to get killed by them on campus 😭 But I love that coleege was walkable for you! It must have been nice getting to know the area well!

I had a feeling you played softball at least! Idk if my mind was just projecting the Made to be Universe/storyline but softball seemed like something you would have done/enjoyed! But omg you were like a full on athlete?! That's so cool! Not the injuries of course but the rest is!

I tense up so quickly because im very awkward about my feelings😭SAM THERE HAD TO BE MANY THAT FOUND YOU HOT! i kid you not being smart is SO attractive! Plus a cute girly who is GOOD at math in a typically guy dominated field!? The puns seem like a very you thing and i love that honestly! I think its so cute when people do that!

ALSO THAT POLL😭 bestie I cant choose😭I need them ALL! I spent a good minute thinking about my vote lol very excited though!

Have such a lovely start to your break Sam! love you!-💜

If there is a coupon I will find it lol. I can't tell you how many times I've signed up for American Eagle text messages and then unsubscribed just to get 15% off every time. I think I had a crazy reward and then the jeans were already on sale. I'm pretty sure they have to charge you something in order for the sale to go through so I think they HAD to charge me something.

I'm already enjoying my break actually despite my period. Thank God for Midol tbh I think I would die without it. My body is very clockwork so after cramps for a FUN 24 hours it's usually much more manageable. I HAVE to take meds though even if I don't feel crampy right away. The second my body realizes I'm on my period it's like "TIME FOR CRAMPS" and again, if I don't take the meds right away I get behind the pain and I am FUCKED for the remainder of the 24 hours.

I am trying to relax as much as possible because May and June are going to be crazy with senior prom/graduation and stuff. Plus I've outsourced myself as well for lots of other projects 🙃 I really need to learn to say no (time to reread Dolcezza) But I plan on finishing this book I'm reading (I haven't done very well reading lately, but I'm telling myself it's okay because it's not a race and I read a lot early on.) I do have to do some lesson planning but I actually enjoy that because I find math soothing like a psychopath hahahahaha

That's amazing you like skinny jeans. I feel so ostracized sometimes when it comes to my jeans choices. All my friends and coworkers have moved on with the trends and I'm still in 2013/2014/2015/2016 hahaha. VERY controversial: I actually really like jeans. I always by jegging jeans so they're super stretchy and comfy. Obviously if I can wear leggings I will hahahaha.

I'm crying about the electric scooter. You must be on a sizable campus to have electric scooters that's so funny. People drove their bikes/skateboards around campus a lot but no scooters. I loved the area my college was in (I actually live down the street from it in an apartment now because I love this area so much) it's very much the setting behind My Friend's Toyota hahaha

LOOK AT YOU MISS DETECTIVE HAHAHAHAHA I didn't even realize that about Made to Be that's so funny and true. I tried a bit of everything tbh. I did swimming (mostly so I wouldn't die growing up on the beach) and tennis lessons which I wasn't good at either but I really enjoyed anyway. I suck at ice skating (do you know how often you use your ankles for pretty much every sport? 🙃) and idk what it is about basketball but I may as well just sit in the middle of the court it would be less harmful to those around me.

OH BESTIE SAME HERE ABOUT FEELINGS. Everyone around me told me my bf liked me before we started dating and I was like "No he doesn't he thinks I'm gross" ☠ if they found me hot and attractive I kinda wish they told me! 😭 it's selfish but it would have done a nice boost to my ego. I was never the 'looked' at friend if you will. I called myself The DUFF™ all throughout middle and high school I really did a number on my self-esteem 😭 I am probably a little toxic when it comes to being a STEM girly lol because I tried so hard in high school and college to prove I was just as smart as the boys (sometimes more actually 😉)

For the poll it's just about the order which I think is kind of fun! I hope other people are enjoying it--I find it really helpful! I thought I did a lot of my more "obscure" stories on the last round of voting so I thought it would be nice to bring back some of the more popular series. I almost threw Protection on there too but thought it was too much (and too mean to make that decision) hahahaha

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xoxo