#sleep deprived and running on spite

[saltydoesstuff]

First Encounters (Feral! Raph)

Still working on what exactly to call this au (?) so I'm going to just refer to them as the feral boys for now- Anyway here is a little drabble of how I imagine meeting Raph would go down -------------------------- - Raph is the wariest of humans out of the brothers, so finding him on his own is a difficult feat. Despite his size, he is the most cautious about clearing up any tracks that may lead them to him and his brothers. Any close encounters that no doubt may happen despite him being careful, his appearance alone is enough to send those humans running with their imaginary tails tucked behind their legs. Rarely has he had to actually use any force or violence, but he won't hesitate to if the situation calls for it. He is the most durable after all, he can take the hits. - So, imagine his displeasure when a little human had stumbled a little too close to their home than he would have liked. Humans don't usually go this far into the woods, and especially not by themselves like you had. Were you perhaps lost? Separated from a group and trying to find them? He's seen the case before with many creatures, and he had helped each one- or.. tried. An eight foot mutant alligator snapping turtle does not give the friendliest first impressions towards the already frightened and confused fawns he's found wobbling about from time to time. But that's okay! It only takes a little bit of waiting and shadowing the creature for it to stop running from him. Then he can help them find their way back to their family. - But humans were tough. They are loud and attack often without hesitation, they blabber and carry things that spit fire and hurt. He knew that because one grazed his tail when Donnie managed to snag one of the sticks and set it off, leaving a decently sized gash like scar carved into his tail- the usual hardened scales and spikes replaced instead with softer and tender flesh as a scar. Donnie immediately threw the stick into the river after that incident and hasn't made any moves to steal anything that looked to be similar as the fire stick. Humans were dangerous. They made dangerous things. - With that being said, this human had to go. And Raph had no issues being the one to do it. He was the only one that should. Sneaking up on the human was easy enough, this one was not very attentive it seemed. It carried some sort of.. odd looking leaf pile in it's hands, bound by something that looked like bark from a distance. No, bark wasn't flexible like that. It was like the colorful leaf piles that Leo brought home from time to time that displayed pictures. Whatever it was, the human seemed more focused on it then it's surroundings. And just like it's attention to it's surroundings, it didn't seem to have a goal destination. Wandering in circles, not sure whether they should go left or right, pointing out certain plants and coloring in it's leaf pile with a thin yellow twig. After a bit of following the human from a distance, Raph started to think that the human would eventually wander it's own way out of the brother's land. But then it paused at the pond, where Leo and Donnie liked to swim and catch frogs. - Raph began to panic slightly, worried that the twins were there right now- that that was why the human suddenly stopped. But a quick scan of the waters showed that they weren't there, and if they were they were too deep for the human to possibly see them. He just hoped they'd stay down long enough for him to startle the human away from the area. With it's back turned towards him and once more furiously scribbling on their thick leaf pile, Raph took this opportunity to come closer. Slowly, he stepped out of the brush- intentionally stepping on a fallen branch for its loud snarling snap as it gave way to his weight. It seemed to do the trick, as the human flinched and whirled around to meet his glare. Now here came the part he dreaded the most..

[arrowmaker15]

(Tim and Duke sitting on the couch watching TV)

Tim: You only need a parachute to skydive twice.

Duke: What?

Tim: If you dry off with a clean towel after you get out of the shower, how is the towel dirty?

Duke: Are you alright?

Tim: If you wait for the waiter, does that make you the waiter?

Duke: Do you... Need help?

Tim: Is orange named orange because Oranges are orange, or are Oranges named orange because orange is orange?

Duke:

Duke: Alfred! Tim is severely sleep deprived again!

[dipplinduo]

war

just learned about evil boops and it's all I'm giving out now if u finna catch deez hands. try me bro. do u even lift

[thoughts-of-the-unheard]

i am so concerned about those kids sleeping schedule, actors included, because they have to hunt at night but they have to research during the day and sometimes breakfast is at midnight and other times its 7am and what time do these kids get to sleep, also the actors would fall asleep in their respective characters rooms sometimes, which is adorable

[begaycommittreason]

tim drake and barbara gordon have successfully rickrolled the entire justice league more times than anyone can count

tim’s greatest accomplishment was making batman fall for it once. not bruce. batman.

[thetwofaced]

Heres a thought i just had

I think one of the problems with Anakin Skywalker is that he would've made a fantastic Mandelorian. Loyal to the very end, loves his chosen family above everything else, fantastic in battle etc. But that's also what makes him a terrible jedi.

He feels to fucking mutch and he has no idea how to handle his emotions. Anakin HAS good in him, he does love strongly , his strongest urge IS to protect . It's what made him fall and it is what brought him back to the light- TRYING so despretaly to protect his loved ones. So yeah. Leaving the order and becoming mandelorian might have actually been the smarter idea. Who knows he might have been able to force tjem to join the war efford and he so would've adopted all of the fucking clones and you can not tell me otherwise

[wildrosesayshigh3]

Rant about school

I just had a peer review with my classmate about our final exam essays. And while I was being critiqued I bluffed my way through all of my responses. Like I don't know I wrote the outline for this essay at three in the morning half dead. And then woke up at 7 to finish 30 mins before class. I'm running on 9 hours of sleep total for the last three days. Be glad it exists and is semi-legible.

[thepaperpanda]

Sneaking Away || Neteyam x fem!Omaticaya reader

Summary: You might be a bit mistaken if you thought that escaping Neteyam's hut was a good idea

Warnings: smut without plot 🔥

Word count: 1665

Author: Rouge

A/N: prior to reading, it’s important to know that: the reader is female Omaticaya ✤ characters are aged up (Neteyam is 20, reader is 19) ✤ a few things are in Na'vi language ✤ you'll find a glossary underneath the fic

Your legs and arms were tangled after what seemed like a long nap; his naked body pressed against yours, his breath bathing your nape.

Slowly, you tried to stretch a bit, but couldn't since Neteyam was tightly hugging you. The fact that you were completely naked didn't stop you from getting up. After slipping away from Neteyam as quietly as possible, you ran for the door.

It was not long before his voice reached every corner of the room. "Why are you getting up?" Neteyam asked, his tone devoid of sleepiness.

"My limbs feel sore, so I need to move a bit. I think I’ll get dressed and have a little walk," you explained with a sigh, "I'll be back soon, you can get back to sleep," you promised, but hesitated to take another step.

Before he even spoke, you knew he was standing behind you. Even though he hadn't touched you yet, you could feel chills running down your spine as he whispered right into your ear, "Nìawnomum, there's no need to leave this place to move your body, oeyä 'eve." His lips brushed your earlobe slowly, and you whined quietly.

After turning you around, he grinned widely when he saw that you were turning bright red up to your pointy ears. Neteyam cupped your face, as he had done countless times before, planting kisses along the outline of your jawline while his fingers reached to your lower, exposed regions.

You couldn't resist giving in no matter how hard you tried, and this time was no different. The contact between his thumb and your clit caused you to inhale sharply as you turned your head away from him as you were trying to hide the blush showering your face, though it made no difference, since he already kneeled down, grabbed your thighs, and bit lightly on your soft skin while kissing your flesh tenderly.

In no time at all, your moans would be heard outside the hut, and you knew that they'd only get louder, so you decided it was pointless to hide your pleasure.

Knowing he could bring you to the point where you would be unable to control your own actions gave Neteyam immense satisfaction, and it was impossible to deprive him of it.

That's the exact look he gave you when he pulled away so he could push you back onto the bed.

"I have not moved an inch even though you told me I could by staying in here with you. So, among other things, you are a liar too, Neteyam," you responded and watched his eyes widened; in spite of your willingness to give him all the satisfaction he wanted, you continued to make your usual sarcastic remarks.

Hissing, he said, "You'll regret those words soon enough." After these words he tenderly kissed your breast.

You closed your eyes and drove your nails into the cot; your pulse increased at the mere thought of his taste.

While he pinched your nipples and kneaded your breasts, you ran your fingers through his hair and wrapped your legs around his slender waist.

His kisses were like torture as you needed him right there and then already, yet Neteyam seemed to gloat whenever quiet whimpers escaped your parted lips; he slowly kissed your body, tasting your warm skin, trembling like a leaf on a northern breeze under his every kiss as he kissed his way down, between your legs. Soon, using two fingers, Neteyam rubbed his fingertips along your outer lips until he found you were wet enough. Even though you knew he was holding back in order to get you to apologize, something you didn't intend to do, your body was begging for something much greater. "Nì'ul!" you moaned without thinking, trying to push your hips more into his touch.

Neteyam heard your pleas out and stuck another finger into you, never separating his lips from your pussy.

Your hips trembled as you whimpered, "Deeper, Neteyam."

A brief chuckle passed through his lips, but as soon as it vanished, his fingers curled into you, even though it wasn't enough to satisfy your desires.

Reaching out, you took his hand in yours, positioning it so as to allow him to reach deeper; your pleas for greater things were mixed with cries of pleasure.

His thumb put more pressure on your clit as he watched your facial expression with a wry smirk dancing in the corners of his mouth.

You were only a few seconds away from climaxing when he pulled his fingers out, leaving you looking at him with contempt in your eyes.

"I told you you'd regret it," his huge smirk just annoyed you more, and you attempted to get up from the bed to leave the hut, but he pulled you back under him, pinning your shoulders down with ease.

In an effort to switch places and bring yourself on top, you exhaled, "You're the worst, Neteyam."

As his gaze traveled across your body, he focused on the places you loved to be touched most; he was in a submissive stance, but looked at you as if you were at the bottom.

Even though you knew it was nearly impossible to change that, you still wanted to try. Before you reached his abdomen with your palm, you planted kisses on his neck, moving down to his collarbones. As you stroked the base of his cock, you felt him twitch under your touch. You couldn't help but sneer - it was unusual for him to react that way, which made you even more eager for what would follow. When you first took him in your hand and started pumping, his cock was already rock-hard.

The pace increased faster than usual; you were so excited that you couldn't stop yourself. You pushed him off yourself and rolled on top of him, and he gladly obliged. While bending down, you licked his tip and took him little by little into your mouth. Your greed made you move even lower, causing his balls to come in close contact with your lips as you left behind all signs of restraint.

When Neteyam was close to finishing, you pulled away slowly, ensuring that your tongue slid along his entire cock. In the midst of playing with a hair strand, you leaned against his ear. "What's wrong? You want more?" Your voice was nothing but a whisper; his body was tensed under you as you straddled him slowly, gently grinding your pussy against his erected shaft. "Don't worry, I am not finished yet, yawntutsyìp."

Tugging at his left earlobe, you sucked at the crook of his neck, savoring the warm taste of his sweaty skin. You were almost ecstatic at the mere thought of this man being willing to share his corporeality with you. After you'd finished, you sat up slightly, grabbed his cock, lined it up with your entrance, and lowered yourself onto him until he was inside of you. Upon entering your core, soft moans escaped your lips and you sat on his lap more firmly, regaining your balance and moving your hips fluidly.

Neteyam caressed your breasts and traced the outline of your spine with his hands; his lips parted as he watched you with a bliss. After you leant forward, your chin was raised by him and he kissed you, his tongue running over your teeth briefly before he went deeper, holding you close to him throughout.

"I assume your limbs are not that sore anymore. Why don't you just lay back and relax?" He suggested in the softest tone he could muster.

After nodding, with a last roll of your hips, you rolled off him and lied down on your back, grateful for the cold sheets underneath you.

"Are you willing to apologize for what you said previously, for calling me a liar?" Neteyam asked, tracing the curve of your hips with his index finger. When you opened your mouth to protest, he harshly pressed his lips against yours to silence you in an eager kiss.

Your gaze was fixed on his face as he climbed on top of you and yanked your thighs apart. After jerking his shaft a few times, Neteyam pushed into you without the slightest sign of hesitation. His movements were slow and not without impact as you moaned his name and the occasional harder or quicker, both of which he conveniently chose to ignore.

The fact that he had been waiting for his turn made you realize that he would probably take his sweet time with you. Soon, however, his hips thrust into you faster, his cock so deep inside your pussy that your bodies became one. Moaning, you felt your pussy clenched around his shaft, spasming rhythmically, leaving you trembling in his arms; it was one of the most intense orgasms you’ve ever experienced. In spite of this, he didn't slow down and you could see drops of sweat forming on his brow as his speed increased.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you caressed the skin of his nape with your nails, whispering sweet nothings into his ear - you expressed how much you loved him, what he meant to you. You clung to him, rocking back and forth in perfect sync, lusting for more even if you'd already reached your climax.

The last time he pushed himself forward, he wanted to get as deep inside you as possible, and you welcomed his cum when it filled you.

As Neteyam gasped for air, he laid on top of you, occasionally kissing your cheek. 

In the midst of a long silence, you teased, "So? Are you not interested in my apology anymore, oeyä yawntu?"

As he gazed down at your face, still flushed from the intercourse you two shared, he propped himself on his hands. "Don't even start, little one, or I'll get angry again."

Biting your lower lip, you flicked his nose. "I'm just teasing. You know I mean no harm. Nga yawne lu oer.”

Glossary:

oeyä yawntu - my beloved

oeyä - my

oeyä 'eve - my girl

yawntutsyìp - darling

nga yawne lu oer - I love you

nìawnomum - as you know

nì'ul - more

[jennas-stuffs]

our little secret: mission impossible

TW: unprotected sex, piv, fingering, hickey-making, nipple-sucking, brief head (fem receiving), fluff, fem reader.

authors note: this is my first time writing smut so i’m definitely open to tips and constructive criticism 😭

i can’t believe i’m saying this but im actually excited about a college class this year. i’ve always loved criminology, i watched basically every tv series there is containing it growing up. so it’s safe to say i didn’t hate the actual subject my last three years, i just hated the professor. ok sure i doze off every now and then but i know my stuff. it’s just that, he doesn’t believe i do. just because he’s some super genius only a year older than me and already teaching people doesn’t mean that he gets to be the only smart one. enough about him because my complaints have finally been heard and the administration finally finally let me switch classes. i can finally be rid of him. i walk into class with my head up high only to find my posture slump down and my smile fade into a frown.

“hello again y/n, you didn’t think you would get rid of me that easily huh?”

what the actual fuck. what the fuck happened.

“i thought i was switching classes.” i say with my jaw shut tight

“i promised the admins that they wouldn’t have to do all that because i would make it work. also it doesn’t look too good for me when one of my students transfers out my class because we were having ‘altercations.’

the sound of every word out of his mouth is almost identical to the sound of nails on a chalkboard. i nod so he can shut up and angrily stomp to a seat. out of spite, i nap my way through his class and to my surprise i wake up to the sound of the bell signaling my next class. i wake up confused, “why didn’t he wake me up? he always does, he loves disturbing my beauty sleep.” i shake it off and pick up the class paperwork i’ll have to make up along with my homework. a week passes by with undisturbed sleep, this is just getting weird. maybe this is what he meant by making it work. if it is, i’ll have to stay i expected more from him. hes so professional and strict, as would anyone expect coming from an ex-fbi agent. i mean this guy literally saw people die in front of him, and didn’t one of the serial killers set him up to be put in jail? what does he think he’s doing letting me sleep in his class? i should confront him. if he wants me in his class, he’s gonna have to earn it. he thought he could have the easy way out with me, oh no no no. i make a plan to set an appointment with him at the end of the day.

his office is neat and organized like i expected. too bad his freakishly tidy desk is gonna get a glimpse of this sleep deprived, angsty, college student.

we sit down and he quickly releases an exhale.

“so i’m assuming this meeting is about our non-existent altercations, because your grades are great, y/n. i haven’t started a feud just yet so what’s going on?”

i stand up rapidly, pushing my seat backwards. i slam my hand on his desk, leaving a mark on his papers, not like i care though.

“good job figuring that one out professor genius. so listen up. if you think just letting me sleep thorough your class is gonna prevent me from complaining to the admins again, think again. you probably think this is the easy way out so you don’t have to actually work it out with me well guess what. that’s extremely unprofessional. and in all honesty i expected more from you. im disappointed, professor reid. i guess your retired days from the fbi really tore you down huh? you don’t have that same spark in you- you”

“i know about your nightmares y/n.”

…

“what?”

“i’m retired from the fbi, correct. from the behavioral analysis unit. i can still profile people you know. from what i’ve noticed, you barley get any sleep and run on coffee. the work you miss in class you use as an excuse to stay up late at night to procrastinate on the sleep you know will wake you up in cold sweat the next morning. the only good sleep you seem to get, is the one in my class. see, i used to mind the fact that you were just sleeping though my lectures but it’s never interfered with your grade. so, i figured since it’s your last year of college and all i would allow my period to be your nap time.”

…

i sit down shamefully and shrink in my seat. i’m so embarrassed. he was just trying to help me and i snapped at him. i feel like an idiot.

“im so sorry. and thank you. thank you so much.”

one more word and i’ll burst out crying. i quickly pick up my bag and head for the door. but my wrist is grabbed by a warm hand.

“wait, y/n?”

i turn around to meet his eyes and pray he doesn’t notice the extra liquid in them.

i clear my throat, “yes professor reid?”

my wrist hasn’t been released yet.

“are you getting help for the- you know.”

“um i used to when i was little and it helped and they went away, but it came back.”

“when?”

“since i started college.”

“can you sit back down please, i just want to talk.”

here he is being so helpful and i’ve been hating him this whole time. when he wasn’t worried for my grades, he was worried for my sleep, and when he isn’t worried for my sleep, he’s worried for my mental health. i feel like such a petty bitch.

my wrist is released and we sit down.

we talk for hours and hours and he tells me stories of when he was an agent. i’ve never laughed so much in my life. we trade in our top worst and best moments in our lives when he realizes…

“wait so, sorry, if this is crossing a line and feel free to not answer but you’ve had boyfriends. but you’ve never had sex?”

“yeahh that’s accurate. it’s just everytime i think about someone seeing me naked i just get tense, like, just the thought of it makes me squirm.”

“so you have body image issues?”

“woww way to be slick with that one profiler, but sure, i guess.”

he laughs. and this laugh was different from all the other ones because it was this laugh i realized i don’t hate his voice anymore. it actually sounds, nice.

“so you’re telling me you’ve tried everything, all your therapists have given you medication and nothing really stuck?”

“i’m a lost cause doc.”

“don’t say that.”

…

“you know you haven’t tried everything.”

“sex makes me barf. no way.”

“hey a pretty girl like you can easily find some college guy to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded y/n.”

“mhm because you’ve had so much experience.”

his face goes pink.

“how did you know?”

“what? no i was kidding. wait. you’ve never had sex either? YOU HYPOCRITE!”

“it’s much easier said than done.”

“hey, a handsome guy like yourself can easily find some girl to mess around with. don’t be so closed minded professor.”

“spencer”

“what?”

“in my office, you can call me spencer”

“okay, spencer, how about we make a deal.”

“what kind of deal?” he says with a raised eyebrow

“the first to have sex is the better person because they are not a hypocrite.”

“that sounds like mission impossible but. ok. fine. deal.”

“REALLY? i was just joking but OKAY DEAL.”

we shake hands and i go back to my dorm and sleep. i slept, better, that night.

we check in with each other everyday to see if the other person won yet.

“has mission impossible been completed professor?”

“nope. what about you y/n?”

“nope.”

that’s not all we did, though. we went out to cafes to talk about life and how us virgins are channeling that sex energy into some other thing. seeing professor reid, i mean spencer, outside of school was weird. all of sudden his eyes were easier to look into. i just couldnt get enough of them. it was like i was drowning in them. don’t get me started on that voice paired with that cute face. i could just snuggle myself up into each word that came out of his mouth. but we had that same check up conversation everyday after class for a whole month until…

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“are you free by the end of the day i wanna talk to you in my office”

“what happened to meeting up at the cafe? wait. did i miss an assignment? i’m so sorry i’ll make it up i swear.”

he smiles and laughs. that beautiful laugh. “no no i just wanna talk in a more private setting. you know how people can eavesdrop in cafes.”

“oh yeah sure i’ll see you then.”

“see you.”

WHY DID I SAY SURE? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME. THAT WHOLE REASON WHY I NEEDED US TO BE IN A CAFE WAS BECAUSE IT WAS PUBLIC. i can’t help myself when i see him. i know it’s wrong because he’s my teacher but he’s just a year older? i’m trying to justify these feelings for him but i can’t. i can’t help it. he’s so nice to me and i don’t deserve it, i just wanna repay him. no,nonononono. i can’t. not in that way. i have a meeting with him and it’s in his office so it’s strictly professional.

…

“hey y/n”

“hi professor”

he raises an eyebrow.

“hi spencerr, ” i say as i roll my eyes.

“ok good so uh.”

he pulls his chair and adjusts mine so that we’re sitting face to face, with no desk in the middle. god, this is gonna be a long meeting for me.

“i think we’re gonna have to switch your class”

“what?! why! we just started getting along don’t ruin it now!”

truthfully, i wouldn’t mind. all this tension i felt would definitely tone down if i didn’t see him so much. but i wanna see him, i love the butterflies he give me. it’s just so annoying i can’t do anything to ‘relieve’ them.

“well we’re just too friendly now, there’s barley any teacher-student boundaries.”

“are you serious. YOU’RE THAT ONE THAT INSISTS I CALL YOU BY YOUR FIRST NAME.”

he smiles “it’s not only that”

“you’ve chewed up my heart by making me switch classes, so, spit it out.”

“i think i like you.”

my heart feels like it’s gonna pop out of my chest, my pussy throbes and my stomach get butterflies. i get this overwhelming feeling of kissing him. but i can’t. we can’t. we shouldn’t. i look to the door and i look back at him. i stand up and walk up to the door, and lock it. i close the blinds and look at him.

“i like you too spencer.”

he grabs me by the waist and pins me to the door. we’re half a centimeter away from each others lips. looking at each others eyes and looking back down at each others lips.

“we shouldn’t.”

he nods, “we shouldn’t”

we slam each others lips against each other, making me let out the dirtiest of moans. he looks down on me and watches me unfold underneath him.

“you’re just a hot mess for me hm?”

i whimper and notice the throbbing feeling in my pussy intensify. it’s a hot steamy make out scene in his pretty little office, and i wonder how badly we can mess it up.

“spencer?” i gasp, barley having enough breath between kisses.

“fuck. say my name again please y/n.”

i moan, “spencer”

“again baby”

i cry out “spencer”

he says in his sweet voice “yes y/n?”

“fuck me.” i say in a whimper

and with those two words he kicks off his shoes and kisses me again. i mirror him taking off his clothes, working is way down, and up. once we’re both completely stripped he takes a second to look me up and down.

“you’re beautiful. all this time you’ve been hiding this?”

he bends his knees in front of me and kisses my breasts. i giggle at the feeling it gives me, similar to a tickle. he is just so sweet it melts me. while making out we move to his desk, where he pushes all his papers to the floor. he lays me down and my skin winces at the coldness of the wood. he’s sucks on my top lip, bottom lip, my jawline, my neck, my collarbone, making his way down to my nipples. i whimper, feeling his tongue go around in circles. i let out a loud moan, almost a scream, and notice the sudden arch my back went into when he starts to suck. he plans to leave every intimate place on my body with a hickey.

“you wanna leave marks on me spencer?”

he nods, making his way to the other nipple.

it’s just the sound of my whining and his sucking in his office, he breaks the silence for a second.

“i wanna show everyone you’re mine.”

then immediately goes back to sucking.

“my neck shows that enough-mm- spencer.”

“spencer… ohh spencer”

“yes y/n”

“feel me.”

that seems to have gotten him to stop sucking and he sticks to fingers up my throbbing pussy. i whimper at the motion.

“so wet, all of this for me?”

“mhm all for you”

he moves his fingers up and down, making me become a moaning, whining, whimpering, ‘hot’, mess again.

“spencer?”

“yes baby”

“i need you inside me.”

he looks down on me and suddenly the innocent light in his eyes disappear, witnessing a dark cloudy haze rolling in, covering his eyes.

“oh yeah?”

too far deep in the storm that is his eyes to speak, i simply nod. plus, that “oh yeah?” left me FOLDED.

he leaves a trail of kisses on my inner thighs, making me squirm. i feel the heat on his breath when he sticks out his tongue and sucks my core. he sits up and holds his dick, moving the the tip up and down against my folds.

“damn it spencer,” sounding like a whining brat, “stick it in already.”

he slams it in, thrusting forcefully, but slowly.

“faster.”

“yes baby”

i moan, grabbing his hair for support while my back arches even more, begging for more.

he speeds up, faster and faster, filling the office with the sound of unholy clicking, and not the type of clicking that comes from a clock. wet clicking.

i keep moaning his name…

“spencer, spencer, spencer?, oh fuck spencer, yes, please, fuck, fuck, spencer, i’m gonna cum im gonna cum, spencer.”

my head jolts back as he rails me through my orgasm.

…

now we’re laying on top of each other on his, now, filthy desk, covered in our cum and sweat. as we catch our breath i say unconsciously out loud,

“oh shit.”

i feel his laugh vibrating from his chest to mine.

“no, spencer, this is bad.”

“why?”

i sit up now realizing the mistake i made. he mirrors my action with a concerned expression.

“isn’t there some kind of rule in the university’s handbook that forbids students from having sexual relations with their teachers? i mean that’s considering that an average professor would be much older than them, usually it would be illegal anyways. do you think they would make some sort of exception? wait, do you think we’d have to tell them? will i get suspended? will you loose your job? oh my god, ok. so what if… what?”

he keeps staring at me rambling with a goofy smile plastered on his face that’s suppressing a laugh.

“whattt?”

“you know no one has to know about this, right?”

“but what if someone finds out?”

“y/n, what time did i have you come meet me in this office?”

“7pm”

“mhm.”

my eyes widen at the realization.

“ok so you made me come over when you knew the office would be closed just so you could confess your feelings to me, in your office, when the building was closed and everyone went back home?”

“yeah.”

“you know you could’ve just invited me over to your place. you didn’t have to make it so complicated.”

“well our situation is complicated, and if we want to continue to explore this ‘situation,’ we’re gonna have to be sneaky.”

i feel my face heating up.

“soo your likee my secret loverrrr”

he cracks a smile.

“i guess this’ll be our little secret.”

…

after we get back in our clothes and walk out together to our cars, he turns to me and says,

“hey y/n, have you completed mission impossible?”

“yup, what about you?”

“yeah, same.”

😱😱😱 THE END 😱😱😱

[l-in-the-light]

Why is Law more stressed, more serious and often grumpy and annoyed in Wano? Thought he would be relieved after Luffy defeated Deflamingo 🤔he couldn't even relax at the banquet 😑

Broody Law is actually my favourite Law, which means I enjoyed him so much in Wano ❤ But why is he delivering behaving like that, indeed? Let's summarize the Wano experience from his side, shall we?

his alliance with Strawhats gets sidetracked because Luffy went to Big Mom to retrieve Sanji. He barely avoided a conflict (not really)

he's stuck at Wano, worrying his ass off for Luffy, hoping he's not left with half of Strawhats crew to take care for forever now

everyone is dying of hunger and getting sick in Wano, because they can't stop drinking water from the polluted river

Luffy finally arrives, Bepo gets sick, Luffy in the meantime does The Worst Thing Possible and Law's efforts to patch up the situation do not work out

Luffy snaps and runs off to fight Kaido

Kaido bombs away Strawhats and Hearts crews while Luffy and Law are already near town and can't do shit about it

he fails to stop Luffy from fighting Kaido

he fails to stop Kaido from putting Luffy in prison

freaking Hawkins getting in his way

crews turn out to be fine, but freaking Kinemon soon leaves to find remaining Akazaya samurais. Now the whole raid plan and making sure it's not exposed is Law's job. On top of that, he needs to take care not only of his Heart Pirates, but also Strawhats, because their captain is in jail. Two crews, a raid plan and the weight of 20 years of revenge is all hanging on Law's neck.

freaking Germa (he's a Sora follower, ok)

he almost throws it all away when Hearts get put in prison

he's got accussed that his crew is crap and he should just kill them off, all that coming from his very own allies he's been taking care of for last couple of weeks!

freaking Hawkins again

getting tortured (just another monday morning amirite)

finding traitor and making sure the raid doesn't fail in the process. Is Luffy finally out of that prison, what is he doing there? Or maybe, that's for the best, he can't make the situation even worse...

Luffy arrives late to the raid and late to the rooftop battle

Luffy brought freaking Eustass Kid to the raid

Luffy is ordering him around in front of freaking Eustass Kid

Luffy tells him to get along with freaking Eustass Kid

Zoro-ya almost died on his watch

Kurashi-ya (literally) caught him in a middle of an embarrassing blunder

Eustass Kid is behaving like a newborn baby and Law has to babysit him

LUFFY BROUGHT FREAKING BIG MOM TOGETHER WITH HIM

now it's Law's job to fight Big Mom. He didn't sign up for this!

Luffy nearly drowned in the sea while fighting Kaido

Luffy lost and died while fighting Kaido

Luffy got revived and won against Kaido

Law had to make bigass room, bigger than anything he made in Dressrosa, probably cutting down on his lifespan in the process

Law has to take care of stuff no one cares about after the raid succeeds, which is taking care of the ships, searching for the poneglyphs (no one but him cared for that in the middle of the raid!) and probably patching many, many people up

he ends up stranded with Robin in some moldy underground chamber for hours, while being seriously exhausted, sleep deprived and in the middle of recovery from his injuries

he doesn't join in the banquet out of spite (no one told him about Jimbei joining the Strawhats. Is Law a joke to them?!), besides just in case a certain Luffy would assault him there, make him go all night long eating and playing around and celebrating, all the while probably bugging him to become a 100% part of the Strawhat crew or at least extend their alliance to together forever status.

And that's just the major things listed! I'm sure I missed some details here and there.

Overall, I think he was stressed and exhausted, because he was carrying a lot of responsibility (and the stakes were extremely high!), at certain points almost the whole raid plan's success was depending solely on him, while others merrily ignored the dangers. He also had two crews to take care of for the whole arc, constantly worried himself over Luffy, got pissed at Eustass Kid and had to cooperate with him (he hates that dude!), and at the end of it his world got almost turned upside down in worst possible way (Luffy dying and raid failing as the result, and the vision of all of them dying flashed before his eyes).

As Bepo reveals to us in the midst of Winner Island escape, Law wants to stay behind with his crew even if it kills him and needs to be reassured that no one is dying there. That suggests Law doesn't deal well with people close to him dying, which shouldn't surprise us after what happened in Flevance and later also to Cora-san. I'm sure Wano hit Law harder than we expect, because there he was, finally believing in people again (Luffy), only for Luffy to die on him as well. Old issues must have resurfaced and his fear of losing people worsened as the result.

I think we should cut him some slack, shouldn't we? Wano was definitely not a walk in the park for Law, especially psychologically-wise. Though to be fair, he could relax and laze around a bit, we see it happen, right before Strawhat Luffy waltzes into the country. That was the last time we saw him actually calm and resting, so I guess that alone gives us another answer to your question as well ;)

And then his alliance ended, and we know Law doesn't like dramatic things, which also means overly emotional goodbyes. It was probably pretty difficult for him to part ways and maybe he thought it would be easier if he avoided Luffy for most of the time after the raid finished. And then Chopper went and almost blew all his efforts up with his warm send-off! Law owes a lot to Strawhats and his debt is only getting bigger, but it won't change his withholding personality.

Did Law find peace after Mingo was defeated? Not exactly, because I don't believe Doflamingo was Law's end goal. Just take a look at his reaction when Luffy finally wins:

Everyone is crying and celebrating, but Law's face looks like this instead. Does this look like a face of a person who finally got rid of his demons and is set free? What about Flevance, are we forgetting that? Law has a lot on his plate, Mingo was simply one of the obstacles in his way (but an important one!). If you want to know more about what I think about Law's end goals, I wrote about it here: https://www.tumblr.com/l-in-the-light/761556630027616256 (the topic starts somewhere around the second picture). That's why I don't think he is at peace or that his revenge is over and we shouldn't expect him to completely "move on" or reach perfect closure just because Mingo is now out of the picture.

There's one exception though. I do believe Law is showing his emotions more openly after Dressrosa. And I think it's actually a sign of him healing and partially moving on.

Because just look at this. Law was always annoyed with his beloved Cora-san as well, and yet we never doubt he loved him dearly. In Wano Law is acting the same way towards the Strawhats, openly showing when he's annoyed and angry. That's how he shows affection and worry. Compare it to Punk Hazard, when he's always holding back, stoic and cold, keeping his comments and reactions to bare minimum. Dressrosa changed everything in Law's emotional department. And the result is that he did open up to his allies.

Also I feel like it's my duty to remind the world about this, often overlooked, fact: so far Law celebrated in the feast exactly one time, in Dressrosa. He didn't join in on Punk Hazard, Zou or Wano. So it's not really a "Wano thing", but more like Law almost always choosing other things over feasting ;) personally, I think it's because of that "30 minutes on festival" rule he had in his household as a child. He's probably not used to just playing around for hours. Besides, we should never underestimate Law's pettiness. Not joining the celebration might have been as well just a petty payback of his, for every offense that happened to him in Wano, lol.

I'm not sure if you liked my answer, anon, but I hope you at least smiled a bit when I tried to mimick Law's grumpiness in this post :D

[fleurywiththesave]

Hello! Mattdrai or Matthew/Sasha and sleep deprived please 💙

Ohhhh I love this one! You know I had to make it Mattdrai.

9. Sleep deprivation

Leon promised himself that he wasn't going to allow himself to look at any evidence of Cup celebrations. Nada, zip, zilch. No on-ice interviews, no celebratory photos, no coverage of the eventual parade. He swore, up and down, that he would have enough common sense not to torture himself.

But the thing is, as shitty as Leon feels right now...and make no mistake, he feels shitty. He and Connor cried on each other for what felt like hours, he still has no appetite, he's afraid to touch social media for fear that hearing everyone's disappointment and judgment will rip him apart all over. He is not having a good time and he would very much like never to be in this position again.

But he's still so. goddamn. proud. of Matthew. Of how hard he worked all season, of everything he does to bring his team together, of how incredibly happy he's made his family. And there's even a part of him, that he would never ever ever tell Connor about, that's even happier for Matthew than he would've been for himself. Seeing him get so close to the end last season, seeing him literally break his body doing everything he could to win and it still not being enough, hurt Leon almost as much as it hurt Matthew, and he's not sure that Matthew ever would have really recovered from suffering the same fate twice in a row.

So he lied. Sue him. He gets onto his stealth Instagram account, where he won't see any mention of his own failures, and watches from afar while Matthew and his teammates live it up at Eleven. That stupid WWE belt is going to be so gross by the end of all of this that Leon might have to burn it. Though Matthew's definitely going to want to frame it.

He's running through around the tenth cycle of wanting to smile and also kind of wanting to cry when his phone starts to vibrate and Matthew's name pops up. He accepts the call before he's had a chance to consider whether or not it's a good idea.

"Leo!" Matthew yells, as chipper as a children's TV host. Leon's amused in spite of himself.

"Are you drunk?"

"You'd think so," Matthew says agreeably, "but I mostly just haven't slept in two days."

"Yeah, I noticed," Leon answers.

"You've been watching?" Matthew's voice has gone considerably softer and he sounds genuinely surprised.

"I have," Leon tells him. Matthew sighs.

"Fuck, I miss you, baby."

"Matty—"

"I know, I know. But I already told you I'm kind of delirious and it's true, I fucking miss you, and I hate that me being so happy means that you have to be so miserable, and I just wish you were here with me, you know? And I know that's not fair, I know you should have your space and you needed to go back to Edmonton—"

"I didn't," Leon cuts in.

"You didn't what?"

"I didn't go back to Edmonton," he admits. "I'm still at the hotel in Florida."

There's a long pause.

"I can be home in half an hour," Matthew says, words tripping over each other. Leon's heart swells.

"I'll be there."

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Bittersweet Symphony: Chapter 2.

"You're so beautiful like this," You looked over at the man sitting at his desk, a small smile across his face, illuminated by the small lamp. "Like what? Sleep deprived, haven't showered in 3 days, living off energy drinks and spite?" You joked, shifting a bit self consciously on the leather couch. Rafael gave a small chuckle, "Like you. Looking at you like this, I don't think you've ever looked so beautiful,"

“You need to eat,”.

Carisi’s voice next to you brought you out of your self-induced misery. The cursor on the computer screen blinked a few times before you turned to face your partner. “I ate,” you argued, pulling out a packet of rice paper biscuits.

“You know, when my sister was pregnant, there was this little bakery a few blocks from her apartment that made these scones with ginger and chamomile. I’ll see if they still make them and bring them over some time.”

You smiled weakly at his thoughtfulness, but your stomach turned at the thought of food. “Thanks, Sonny, but I’m fine. Really. Me and food aren't really getting along at the moment.”

Carisi’s eyes softened with concern. “You need to eat,” he repeated gently. “It’s not just about you anymore.”

You sighed, knowing he was right. The stress from the ongoing case had been overwhelming, leaving you nauseous and exhausted. All you wanted was to go into the back room and sleep the rest of the day away. Just as you were about to respond, Carisi reached out and took the packet of rice paper biscuits from your hand, replacing them with a granola bar from his pocket.

“At least try this,” he urged. “It’s got nuts and dried fruit. Better than those biscuits. More nutritious for you and the baby.”

You took the granola bar, unwrapping it slowly. The sweet, nutty apricot smell was surprisingly appetizing. You took a tentative bite, and to your relief, it went down easier than expected.

“Better?” Carisi asked, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Thanks, Sonny.”

He smiled, the worry lines on his face easing. “You know I’m here for you, right? Whatever you need, just let me know. I'll bring some more of those over to you later on.”

“I know,” you said softly. “And I appreciate it. More than you know.”

He patted your shoulder gently. “Good. Now, let’s take a five-minute break. We’ve been at this for hours, and you need to relax.”

You nodded, grateful for the reprieve. The two of you walked to the break room, where Carisi made a pot of herbal tea. As you sat together, sipping the warm tea, you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

“You’re a good friend, Sonny,” you said, breaking the comfortable silence.

He chuckled. “Just doing my job. Can’t have my partner running on empty, especially now.”

The sincerity in his words touched you deeply. You knew he wasn’t just talking about the job; he genuinely cared about your well-being, you knew that all he wanted was what was best for you and the small being inside you. The past few weeks he had been the one constant in your life, from the moment you told Liv and the look of shock on her face "Is it-?", to Amanda giving you tips and offering you her daughters old baby clothes "I know you've only just gone into your second trimester but its better to be over prepared then under prepared trust me,".

“Thanks for looking out for me,” you said, feeling a surge of gratitude.

“Anytime,” Carisi replied with a warm smile. “We’re in this together. I told you this. It's you, me, the fetus in there and even Barba if he ever gets his head out of his ass” There was a silence that fell between you, and you knew what was coming next, "Have you heard from him?" You paused mid chew,

the granola bar suddenly feeling like lead in your mouth. You took a slow sip of tea, trying to buy yourself a moment to compose your thoughts. “No, I haven’t,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Carisi’s expression was a mix of concern and frustration. “It’s been weeks, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you said, avoiding his gaze. The pain of Rafael’s absence was a constant ache in your chest. “I thought he’d come around by now, but… nothing.”

Carisi sighed, leaning back in his chair. “I know he’s got his reasons, but this isn’t fair to you. Or the baby. Have you asked Liv if she had heard from him?” You gave a small shrug, "Lets be real for a moment, if she had heard from him she would still leave it up to him to come to me. She wouldn't tell me,"

You nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill over. “I just don’t understand how he can be so distant. I thought we were in this together.”

“People react to things in different ways,” Carisi said gently. “But that doesn’t make it any easier for you.”

“I just wish he’d talk to me,” you murmured, feeling the familiar wave of sadness wash over you. “I don’t even know if he wants to be involved anymore. I feel like my whole life is on pause waiting for him. Whether it be waiting for him to call me, or to come back or something. I feel like I'm just stuck in this space and I can't even move on from him until I get some type of closure”

Carisi reached out, taking your hand in his. “Listen, no matter what happens with Rafael, you’re not alone. You’ve got me, and you’ve got the squad. We’ll get through this together.”

“Thank you, Sonny,” you said, squeezing his hand. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’re stronger than you think,” he replied with a reassuring smile. “But I’m here for you, every step of the way.”

<:>

Later that evening, as you sat alone in your apartment, the silence was deafening. You picked up your phone, scrolling through old messages from Rafael, trying to make sense of his sudden withdrawal. Your heart ached with longing and confusion. Finally, you decided to call him, hoping to break the silence.

The phone rang a few times before going to voicemail. You took a deep breath and left a message, your voice trembling. “Rafael, it’s me. I just… I need to know what’s going on. Please, call me back. We need to talk.”

You hung up, feeling a mix of relief and dread. You had put yourself out there, and now all you could do was wait. As the minutes turned into hours, the weight of uncertainty settled heavily on your shoulders. <:>

The next morning, you arrived at the precinct feeling more exhausted than usual. Carisi noticed immediately, his brow furrowing with concern. “Any news?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, trying to keep your emotions in check. “No. Nothing.”

He sighed, pulling you into a comforting hug. “I’m sorry. But remember, we’re here for you. Whatever happens, you’re not alone.”

As the day wore on, you threw yourself into work, trying to keep your mind off the unanswered questions and unspoken words. But every time your phone buzzed, your heart skipped a beat, hoping it was Rafael.

It wasn’t until late afternoon that you finally received a text. Your hands shook as you opened the message.

“Can we meet? - Rafael”

<:>

You couldn’t stop the constant twisting and turning of your stomach. Despite how hungry you felt- the rumbling in your stomach reminding you that you’ve barely eaten anything all day-you couldn’t help the small gag that came over you when the coffee was brought to your table.

God you felt so angry.

The white hot anger that twisted and turned in your stomach with every breath you took. You wanted to yell, you wanted to scream, you wanted to shake him and ask him why you weren’t good enough.

Why did he abandon you?

The silence between you and the man in front of you made your heart ache, conversation between you both used to flow so easily but now, now you couldn’t find a single word to say to him. You knew there was so much you wanted to say, to tell him. There was so many questions you wanted to ask him. So many Why’s you needed answers to, but nothing could come out of your dry lips.

“Is it mine?”.

The words left his mouth quietly, as if he was ashamed for asking. Your head shot up, meeting his brown eyes with your own, the question lingering in the air between you.

Is it mine?

Those words made you feel a hatred you hadn’t ever felt towards Rafael Barba. Not when you first met, not when you would be left red-faced after a lashing from the former ADA, not ever.

“What do you mean is it mine? Of course it’s yours. There isn’t anyone else I’d-“ you swallowed deeply, looking back into the brown liquid inside the cup before pushing it away from you, the smell making you want to regurgitate what little food Carisi managed to shove down your throat before you came.

“Where were you?” You heard your voice break, you wished that you had gotten a glass of water in before starting this conversation. The tears started welling up in your eyes, “I needed you and you weren’t there. Not just for this but for so much more. I woke up, and all you had left me was a note. No one had known where you had gone and I thought-“ You swallowed deeply and began picking at your nails, an anxious trait you had inherited from your grandmother, “I don’t even think it matters anymore. You made your choice,” You stopped picking your nails and looked up, seeing him look at you with an indescribable sadness across his face.

“Of course it matters. I hurt you and for that nothing I do can make up for it. After what happened I couldn’t put you through that. Could you have really been with someone who was labelled a baby killer?” He gave a sarcastic scoff, “I love you. I could never have asked you to give up your career to come with me. To run away with me,”

“But I would have,” You didn’t hesitate to interject, “If you would have asked me to resign and come live in the middle of nowhere with you then I would have,” Your voice rose slightly earning glares from the few patrons in the cafe, “But you took that choice from me thinking you were doing some noble shit. And now I’m pregnant, trying to make decisions that I can’t make by myself. I was alone, I was heartbroken and you weren’t there,”

“And I’m sorry I wasn’t. But I’m here now, I’m here to support you whatever you choose to do,” He went to reach across the table for you but you moved away. The thought of the man you once loved touching you made your skin crawl, you saw who he was and it made you feel sick.

His hand moved back to his cup, “Are you keeping it?”

You let out a small sigh and nodded, “Yep. I don’t-I don’t think I could go through with it. I thought about it, especially since you made it pretty clear you want nothing to do with me, but this is what I’m doing. I'm just over 14 weeks now, so either way this is where we're at. Whether it be with you as co-parents or without you,”

“I was hoping we could talk about that?”

You raised a single eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.

“There wasn’t a day that went by when I didn’t think about you, or what you were doing. I never stopped loving you,”

“Yeah you did. You stopped loving me the day you walked out. I’m not doing this again. I let you in, it took us so long to get where we were. It took years for us to be together and you threw it away because of your ego and your assumptions. I won’t make the same mistake again,” You reached into your small black purse, ruffling around for some bills for the untouched decaf.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll pay,” Rafael stated simply.

You stood up, a bit unstable in your feet as vertigo hit; you paused for a moment before turning to face the man across from you, “The difference between you and me is that when I said I’d love you forever I meant it. You just don’t seem to get it, what you’ve done. You think that you can come back and walk into my life and nothing has changed. But Rafael everything has changed; everything has changed between us. Do you know what I think? I don’t think you came back here for me, I think you came back for something else. Otherwise where were you weeks ago when I called you?” For the first time since you've known him, there was no words which had left his mouth. No sarcasm or sass, no sincerity or words that could make your heart stop in your chest. There was just silence from him. A silence which made your heart break and your decision final. "Did Liv call you here?" You asked with an air of finality, your voice trembling but resolute. You needed to know, even if it shattered the last remnants of hope you clung to.

Rafael’s face contorted with a mix of guilt and sorrow. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The silence between you stretched, thick and suffocating.

“That’s what I thought,” you said softly, more to yourself than to him. The reality of the situation washed over you, leaving you feeling hollow.

“Please, let me explain,” Rafael finally managed, his voice barely audible. “Liv did call me. She told me about your condition, how you were struggling. She thought I should know. But I came back because I needed to see you, to try and make things right.”

You shook your head, a bitter smile forming on your lips. “You had every opportunity to come back on your own. But it took Liv calling you to get you here. That says it all, doesn’t it?”

“I know I failed you,” he admitted, his voice breaking. “I thought I was doing the right thing, protecting you from my mess, but all I did was hurt you more. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t change what happened,” you replied, the anger and hurt bubbling up again. “Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you abandoned me when I needed you the most. I can’t trust you, Rafael. Not anymore.”

He looked down at his hands, clasped tightly around his coffee cup. “I understand. I just… I want to be there for our child. I want to make things right, if you’ll let me.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I appreciate that you want to be involved now, but it’s too late for us. I can’t go back to the way things were. But for the sake of our child, we can try to co-parent. We can try to make this work for them.”

Rafael nodded, tears glistening in his eyes. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I promise.”

You stood up, feeling a strange sense of relief mixed with sadness. “We’ll see. But for now, I need some space. I need to figure out how to move forward from this.”

He rose as well, looking at you with a mixture of regret and hope. “I understand. Take all the time you need.”

You turned and walked away, leaving Rafael standing there in the café. As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, and you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the past few weeks slowly lifting off your shoulders. It wasn’t going to be easy, but you knew you had the strength to face whatever came next.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

I can imagine that for Something Wicked This Way Comes, Reader is hiding out in their neighborhood doing good deeds and scaring away or silencing bad people who wander into their territory, but with the fact that Logan amd the X-Teens eventually get a hand on one of their recordings, revealing that Reader knows about Logan's past, well...

It starts to get a bit more creepy/dark.

Because now the teens and Logan and the X-Men (and maybe the Brotherhood/Acolytes, if they're all working together)are trying to get their hands back on the box that Reader has, that contains things that no one alive should know about or remember, save for a select few... And it raises the question, how does Reader know about all of this? How old are they, exactly? Are they someone they uses to know?

This starts more attempts to get Reader to join them, be it by capturing them, winning them over, or trying to appeal to Reader's emotions...

The teens want to have a new friend/sibling/parent who is cool and fun and can teach them all sorts of things, and their choice is Reader. They want to impress them, but they're also aware Reader wants to remain away from their villainous plots and ideologies... Except they want to win then over, not push them away. Thus leads to increasing attempts, heists, destruction, and chaos, all to catch the attention of their favorite hero/anti-hero!

The adults are concerned if Reader could be a potential threat, but looking at them, there just isn't much to fear. They're tired, sleep-deprived, and run on coffee and spite. If they're lucky, Reader won't catch onto their grand scheme until it's too late to stop them. If not... well, that's what they have plans B and C for... They see potential in Reader, and wouod rather have them as an ally or friend, rather than an enemy, but Reader is defiant of them and keeps defending humans from them... Hmmm... They'll have to fix that, won't they?

Logan wants to get his hands on that box. It holds they key to everything, doesn't it? His past, who he used to be, his family- He could know, for the first time in decades, what happened. And it's back in the hands of Reader, someone so familiar yet distant, who couldn't possibly know about these things... Yet they do. And he has to know what they know.

Victor, when he gets word of this, goes to investigate... Amd is quite pleases to find that he starts to remember a little bit more each time he smells Reader's scent or hears their voice, or when he listens to the recording that his brother got his hands on. This only proves what he's been saying to his brother! This PROVES they are siblings, and that there IS something they're missing. If only his little runt would just accept that! All they need to do is get the rest if the evidence and answers from Reader, right? How hard can it be...

Reader is now having to show their true abilities and limits, surpising the growing platonic yanderes with just how... stubborn, they are. How resilient. That they just keep going, and persisting, and defying them, and still doesn't crumble under the pressure of what's at stake. It's... fascinating~... And another reason why Reader should join them, not resist them...

[katuschka]

Olalla Chapter Six 2/2

Josh Kiszka x f!OC x Jake Kiszka

So, the second part of Chapter Six is here. Thank you for you patience.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): shock, physical and emotional exhaustion, angst, language, homophobia, smut (retrospective)

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Part 2/2: Agnieszka, Zakopane

Agnieszka was dragged to the Emergency in spite of constantly insisting that she was completely fine, even though she could barely whisper those words at one point. Outwardly, she suffered just a few minor scratches, but her body gave out anyway. 

The initial shock subsided after several minutes, but even after her heart stopped racing and it was possible to breathe again, she was still weak and disoriented. Not having eaten anything since lunch the previous day – and that was just soup – she was exhausted, hypoglycemic and dehydrated, as she gave almost all her tea to Joshua to keep him warm.

After they gave her fluids and grape sugar and it was time to try to go down, she could still barely stand. They managed to descend two hundred more metres before the world around her started to spin and she sat down on a flat stone with a thud to prevent herself from falling. The rescue guys immediately offered to call another helicopter, but she stubbornly refused. She was fine. Other people might need it more. Lone wolves who lay somewhere alone and wounded, while their women were dying from worry at home. No more…

Moreover, she needed to keep moving to prevent herself from thinking. Thinking hurt more. Mentally, she was in that helicopter flying north, still holding him. She couldn’t stand the thought of him disappearing in the distance. 

With her father’s help, they managed to descend the transverse ridge and go as far as the crossroad in the middle of the upper valley before she finally admitted that she couldn’t go any further. Thankfully, together with several other sleep-deprived or lightly injured people who had spent the night on makeshift beds in Murowaniec, they were allowed to use the ski lift up to Kasprowy Wierch, there changing to the first cable car ride back down to Kuznice, where the ambulance was already waiting.

It was almost 10:30 when she got back home from the hospital, fearing the inevitable.

“I can call him,” Maya offered sympathetically. 

“No….” Even with a generous dose of vitamins and minerals now running through her veins, Agnieszka was still weak and tired, but resolute all the same, turning to Mama Bear again. Almost everything else had been taken care of and Maya’s husband and kids, who had also spent the night, were already waiting for her in the garden. It was her time to go back home. “No, I can do this. And I have to. Mom’s here. And dad. Don’t worry about me, I’m ok.”

Maya did worry. Still reluctant to leave, she made her sister strong tea with milk and honey first. When they hugged goodbye at last, she whispered in her ear: “Go to Krakow, Ninotschka. You used to be a happy and lively girl, but it’s been years since you were that person and I saw glimpses of her earlier this week. Don’t close those doors again. At least not yet.” 

No, not yet. Whatever would happen from now on, she would not be able to close those doors soon. Or ever again. She felt like she was standing out in the open air, exposed to wild elements and unable to find her way back to her old inner fortress. The place in which her melancholic soul now resided was a wild and unkempt garden, and he was the sun whose rays shone through the leaves, making it grow and keeping her warm. And just like the sun, he would disappear below the western horizon eventually. 

She’d been thinking about it while in the Emergency when they finally forced her to keep still, with her mind racing and shutting down in turns. He did this to her. The feeling was overwhelming, but not painful, just bittersweet. She needed to see him again, only if just to tell him. Who knows what would happen next. Maybe she would rot in the darkness, maybe another light would appear in her sky; but it was certain that she couldn’t go back. In fact, she dreaded that stale place now.  

She also dreaded the phone call, but it was her responsibility and it was inevitable. 

What was she supposed to tell him? Did Joshua tell him about what happened between them? Delivering news like this was never easy, but now she also thought it was completely her fault. Maya said he was stable and out of immediate danger, but drifting in and out of consciousness still. Thank god. It calmed her down a bit. 

It was ten past eleven now, which meant 4 a.m. in Nashville. Maybe she should wait until their morning, maybe she would even know more by then…no, this was important. Surely, he would be angry if he learned that she waited…

Standing behind the reception counter, she took a deep breath and dialed the number. 

“Yes?” 

“Hello, this is Agnieszka Sikorska. Am I speaking with Jake Kishka? I’m really sorry for waking you up, this is an em…,” her voice faltered. She swallowed and quickly continued, and it sounded almost hysterical this time. “This is an emergency!” Calm down, Agnieszka, for god’s sake! She had to sit down.

A brief pause, as he looked at the number again, and his apprehension grew, followed by the first wave of fear. 

“No, no…I’m, uh, still awake, actually. How can I …uh…help you?”

If Joshua’s voice was like crystallized honey, Jake’s was blackberry jam. Pleasant, calm and soothing, even though his own heart rate went through the roof the moment she said your brother. She tried to explain the situation quickly, while leaving out all the personal details. Not now. Still, he had to stop her a few times when she stuttered or stopped making sense, or when her accent became too incomprehensible due to her agitation. He even asked her if she was ok a few times, to which she always replied “just tired, don’t mind me.” 

He was clearly very upset himself; she could hear it in his own voice, but he remained kind to her, for which she was grateful. Both her body and mind couldn’t endure anything else, even though she assured Maya that she was fine. 

It was still the most exhausting call of her life, and she slid down in her chair with slight relief when it was over, noticing only then that she had used her personal phone. Fuck! Unprofessional! With her heart beating wildly again, she quickly texted him the official contact number, asking if he would use that one in the future if necessary. 

He didn’t. He kept using this number.

They texted a few times during that afternoon, mostly regarding his travel arrangements as well as some stupid bureaucratic shit, until one particular message made her heart skip a beat. 

JK: The doctor said it was you who found him.

It looked like a simple statement, but it felt like a question. She started panicking, not ready to disclose this part of the story with him just yet. It took her five minutes to come up with the most neutral response. 

AS: Yes, I was there before the mountain rescue arrived. 

She could see him writing something and stopping repeatedly and watched the disappearing and reappearing three dots fixedly until another message finally appeared on her display.

JK: Why?

Shit. Think Neszka, think…

AS: I’m a licensed mountaineer and a part-time guide. I decided to help after the storm when we lost contact. 

Waiting for his next message was excruciating. He clearly wrote and deleted a few sentences or at least words before he hit send. 

JK: OK.  JK: Will we meet? 

She couldn’t shake off the feeling that he was playing some sort of game of vigilance with her and it took all her remaining brain power to compose yet another professional and evasive reply about having to meet eventually because Joshua’s things were still in his room. He replied with another simple “ok” fifteen minutes later. 

Clearly, he had already suspected something and she just hoped that she extinguished the fire for now. Always having hated online communication, because so much was lost in translation, she thought it best to deal with this face to face when the time would come, and when she wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed and so on edge. 

The face… it suddenly occurred to her. While rubbing her temples to ease the headache, she pictured another chaotic, curly freak and the idea made her smile. Wondering if they had the same eyes and suddenly curious, she opened her laptop and typed both their names in the search bar. No, not curly. It was like opening Pandora’s box. It only added to the whirlwind she felt. 

She discovered a new version of Joshua. Several versions, actually. Cheeky, wild, flamboyant, moody. She had seen a few pictures already; they were included in that article. Nothing could prepare her for this, though. He was still there somewhere, his kind and frisky eyes still visible behind all that glitter and make-up. She knew this was probably mostly just gimmicks. A mask we all put on at work. Hers was a welcoming and competent servant. Some of it was however so far from what she knew that she made her ask herself if she really fully knew the man. His world was broad, and so was his whole personality that could fill the vast space. He came here to her ordinary corner of the planet and entered her ordinary life to pretend to be an ordinary guy for a while. It felt bittersweet. 

He took her breath away. She already knew. She had heard him. Yet she listened with her mouth open and her heart aching. He clearly had this power over people…making them ache for him. Even the people who couldn’t know him personally had that yearning written all over their hopeful faces, as he went down to hold their hands, or cheeks. Or to hug them, even. Silly girls. And boys. Agnieszka was an idiot too, but she had no regrets now. If she could ask for one more kiss, she probably would. Was it a good idea? Probably not. Did it matter? Not anymore. As long as he lived. 

It was pure, selfless love. It should have hurt, but strangely, it didn’t. It felt bittersweet. 

Bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet… That’s what it was. She felt mournful and strangely happy at the same time. 

Then there was Jake. It seemed like Mother Nature marveled at her creation and decided to split that miracle in two to give the world twice as much. They complemented each other. Like two celestial lights revolving around each other. It was fascinating to watch one play and the other respond. One high, the other low, or both hitting the same note, fighting for dominance under those stage lights, loud and frantic… 

She had to squeeze her eyes shut. The lack of sleep and exhaustion were surely playing tricks with her mind, because this couldn’t be possible. The other Joshua in her dream was never Joshua.   

She lost track of time, fully immersed in these new discoveries. Hours flew by and it was almost 5pm when her mother stormed into the lobby, startling her. Agnieszka jumped, taking her headphones off hastily, only to hear her mom furiously reproaching her for not taking proper care of herself. She was supposed to be in bed! Well, the doctor said… She hadn’t eaten anything yet. Again! Yeah, true, but I’m not hungry. She’s pale as a Grim Reaper. To be honest, I’m probably running on adrenaline only. I’m shaking a little. And…

“You stink! When was the last time you showered?”

The question made Agnieszka’s stomach do a backflip and she shivered at the memory. Just as she shivered when he pressed her against the tiles back up in that cottage on Gubalowka. She was involuntarily reliving it again. One hand placed between her forehead and the wet, slippery wall, the other reaching behind her to grab at his hair. Angry with him for how good he made her feel, she pulled at it until he wailed in her ear and bit her earlobe in retaliation. Unbelievably gentle one moment, he could turn to a fierce beast on the slightest impulse. It was a bit overwhelming. He didn’t know it, because he couldn’t see her face, but he made her cry. 

The fact that he made her feel cherished and worthy when he was selflessly making love to her in that pillowy bed wasn’t surprising. How could it be? Honestly, she expected he would be like that. Dominik was like that, and it was the reason why she both craved and dreaded getting physical with Joshua. She expected him to be the same, to be a sweetheart. And then, when it would be his time to leave, she expected that she wouldn’t even be able to be mad at him. Just as it was impossible to be mad at Dominik. When he died, she wanted to be berserk, to translate her pain into fury. If she could have just one more minute with him, she’d scratch his eyes out. 

And that was a lie. She’d just imagine doing that, knowing too well that he would kindly let her, and that’s why she’d never do it. A wolf while in the wild, he turned to a meek lamb when he was with her. She was treated like a doll, and also mourned like one. Meanwhile, the smouldering embers of her grief threatened to suffocate her from the inside. 

Her attempts to release that tension in the arms of other guys always worked for a while, but it never really healed her. At the end of the day, there was no one to tell her that everything would be ok, no one to stroke her hair or to kiss the tip of her nose. She tried to convince herself that she didn’t need it. And that was a lie…

Joshua was unpredictable and fierce. It was exactly this that took her breath away. Literally. With his left arm wrapped tightly around her waist, her every shallow inhale was laboured and further interrupted by his frantic pounding. She dared to fight back and he reciprocated every blow. She dug her fingernails in his forearm and he snaked his hand upwards to wrap his finger around her throat. She pulled his hair again and his next violent thrust pinned her to the cold and slippery wall. 

He opened that door, let the fresh air in and pulled her out of her self-induced confinement, all of that while taking what he wanted. But even when he was driven by this primal lust and ferociously chasing his own high, the tiniest hints and gestures kept silently screaming this is for you. A fleeting kiss on the back of her neck, his fingertips tenderly brushing over her shoulder, his nose rubbing against her cheek. He still made her feel like she mattered. Always. 

Always!

It happened just 48 hours ago, but it felt like weeks. Weeks without sleep, food or self-care. She didn’t realize she was drifting away, once again lost in her daydreaming, until she heard her mom’s suddenly soothing tone from behind her. She looked at the frozen screen with unconcealed concern and  wrapped her arms around Agnieszka’s shoulders. “Come one, Neszka, let’s clean you up. I made you some żurek.”

Clean, fed, and put to bed with freshly washed sheets, she slept until 9 in the morning the next day. The rest of the morning passed in a haze. She tried to clear her head simply by focusing on her usual tasks and responsibilities in spite of her mother’s constant laments that she should stay in bed and rest. How could she? They needed another pair of hands, as the new guests were about to arrive, and she also needed to keep herself occupied, otherwise she’d end up watching him again. Watching them again. The dream, simply strange at first, now gave her goosebumps every time she recalled it. 

It all felt like a dream. She was in love with a dream. The new day brought a new perspective and yesterday's whirlwind of emotions now descended on her shoulders like fine dust. So much had changed, but it didn’t feel bad. It was just different. After all, she wasn’t the same person he had found here. It was time to wake up. In order to do that, she had to see him again, to tell him, to give a proper goodbye this time. She had been living in a limbo for too long. 

She tried to call the hospital, but they were no longer willing to give her any information, because they were “already in contact with Mr. Kiszka.” The nurse – however – took mercy on her, telling her at least that he was going to be transferred to a regular, semi-private room the next day, where she would be able to visit him. That meant he was recovering quickly. Thank god.

No new messages from Jake. 

It started to rain later in the afternoon, and the rising wind that came with it brought a new sense of peace. Earlier that day, mom baked sweet rolls with new blueberries and Agnieszka now found herself sitting on the veranda with a cup of steaming coffee and nibbling at the delicious pastry. And thinking. 

She had spent the last two days rethinking her life, but it was mostly just a raving mess because she’d been raving mad. Yet, strangely, everything was true. 

As the proverbial fog in her head dissipated, her senses sharpened. The cool air felt crispy and soothing on her skin, the coniferous and mildewy scents of the wet garden filled her nostrils as well as her heart. She loved this. She loved the scented valleys and the towering peaks and the bubbling streams and the smell of sour dough and smoked cheese. This was home. She took a sip of the bitter liquid and smiled. Maybe love was not such a bad idea. She could still have children whom she would show all the wonders. She could bake blueberry pastries for them and walk along the ridges with them. 

Sudden footsteps disturbed her daydreaming. 

“Hey babe.”

Bartek sat next to her without being invited to do so, but she didn’t really care. She just glanced at him and then fixed her stare on the small spruces at the back of the garden again. 

“I’m sorry you’ve had such a…uh…rough week.”

“Uh huh…”

“So…feeling better? Do you want a smoke?”

“Yeah, a bit. And no, but thank you.” She noticed a squirrel running across the garden and it made her smile again. 

“Could you at least look at me? I’m sorry for having been such an asshole, ok?. I brought you something.” 

She could feel him placing something in her lap and looked down to see a heart-shaped chocolate box. It made her snicker. What a cringy gesture. It was rude of her, but she didn’t care. “And what the hell is that?”

“A peace offering. I figured you liked presents, and maybe you would like a distraction too, hmm?” he answered and put the dishevelled strands of her hair back behind her ear. It felt invasive and humiliating all of the sudden, both his words and gestures, and she had to bite her lower lip to keep herself from splashing the still hot coffee right in his face. She had brought this upon herself though. 

“Get lost Bart,” she sighed. “You can’t buy my affection with chocolate, you did things that cannot be fixed with your apologies and I definitely don’t need nor want that kind of distraction right now.”

“What? You’re a dyke now? Certainly worked when he tried to buy your “affection” with trinkets. Did his rainbow jizz fuck up your brain?” 

It made her jump up on her feet, while tossing the box unceremoniously back at him. Pity they never really talked much. If she had known what a blinkered prick he was, she would never let him touch her with a mere tip of his finger. Maya had known all along. “Get out of my sight before I kick your ass!” 

He watched her with a crooked smile and cleared his throat before responding. “Hmm, yeah, as I said, you’re just a bitch. Great for business. Your only advantage is that you’re pretty, but that won’t last long, baby. You’re getting older. This is the last time we’re here. Expect some hearty reviews.” With that, he slowly got up and turned to leave.

“Oh I’m heartbroken,” she called after him. 

The darkness swallowed her newfound piece and the morning sun didn’t bring it back. It was Saturday, which meant she would be able to see him at last, which meant her heart started beating fast the moment she opened her eyes and anxiety came creeping back. She even started rethinking her previous resolution to go to Krakow. 

Still no new messages from Jake. He was keeping her in the dark and she didn’t dare to call or text him. There was no objective reason to do so, and the subjective ones still scared her. Maybe going as soon as possible would ensure her a valuable moment of privacy with Joshua before Jake would arrive. 

And maybe it was a bad idea. 

It was early, so she resumed her usual routine as the work was still the best way to fight off the oppressive feelings that lay heavy on her chest. She was just changing sheets in one of the just vacated rooms and her father appeared in the doorway. 

“Are you going?”

She turned around to look at him and smiled weakly. “I’ve been thinking about it, but I have no new information and no one from his family contacted me since Thursday afternoon. Maybe I should wait. Besides, it’s Saturday and you need my help.”

He nodded his head and straightened his moustache. “Yes, that sounds reasonable…”

There was a bit “BUT” hanging in the air and she raised her eyebrows at him. He chuckled and continued. “But we’re not a reasonable lot. Your grandmother would tell you that you’re just avoiding your fears and you know she would be right.”

And that was the truth. 

“It doesn’t change the fact that you need my help. A large group from Estonia is arriving today.” She was stubborn, but she was also his daughter and he didn’t budge. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ll have Maya on the phone. Go. Just don’t tell mom. She already thinks you lost your marbles.” The moment he disappeared from the doorframe, whistling his favourite tune, her phone vibrated. 

JK: Miss Sikorska, we just landed in Krakow. Please contact me when it’s convenient. 

It was from Jake and it was strangely formal. She would swear he called her by her name when they first talked on the phone. Ok, let’s get this over with. Time to go and face them both. She sighed and slid her phone back in her jean shorts pocket before she finished the task at hand and went back to her room to get ready. 

The morning had been a bit chilly after yesterday’s storm, but the sun soon warmed the air enough to justify wearing a longer sundress, which she complemented with white canvas sneakers. 

The ride was anything but pleasant. She could feel the unpleasant cocktail of adrenaline and cortisol poisoning her body slowly, making her feel like there was lye running through her veins instead of blood. She was already nearing Krakow when her phone chimed with another text from Jake.

JK: We need to talk.

It made her suck air through her gritted teeth. So he was already there and it looked like they already talked. What more was there to tell? Maybe Joshua couldn’t remember what really happened and his brother needed the whole story. Yeah, probably. Then she remembered their phone call from a week ago which she partly overheard. Given the circumstances, having another affair that ended in him being in a hospital probably didn’t impress Jake much, either. The intrusive thoughts that it was all her fault came creeping back again, and she tried to shake them off, but her heart kept beating faster the closer she got. Ten minutes later, she finally parked the car, but it took her ten more to get out, clutching the steering wheel nervously. 

The walk through the hospital corridor was a long one, her feet clapping against the floor in spite of the fact that she wore just sandshoes. It felt like she was announcing her arrival exorbitantly. She stopped by his door, hesitating for a moment. Only after a passing nurse asked her if she needed help, she finally raised her hand and knocked three times. 

“Come in,” a friendly, woman's voice answered. Agnieszka slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Noticing the other patient first, she greeted him with a hushed and bashful Dzień dobry, before she stepped inside and looked around. “Hey, I’m…” The room fell quiet immediately. And it was…crowded. Her eyes fell on Joshua first. His expression was unreadable. There was a mixture of amiability and sadness in his eyes, and his jaw clenched. A kind-looking woman, who was undoubtedly his mother, greeted her with a friendly and polite, yet reserved smile. Then there was Jake, looking first at his brother, then at her, watching her as if she was a wasp that just flew into the room, and… her stomach sank the moment she saw him in the farthest corner. A taller man in a linen shirt with rolled-up sleeves that revealed his toned arms, decorated with beaded and woven bracelets, his dark hair tied in a messy low bun. He looked at her with polite confusion and she couldn’t help but notice how beautiful his eyes were. His features were just as baby face as Joshua’s, but overall a bit more distinctive. He looked indigenous. There was no denying who he was. She suddenly wished she possessed the ability to vanish into thin air. This was a terrible mistake. A complete lack of judgement on her part. Maybe she really was losing her marbles. What if Joshua in fact didn’t want her here at all. The possibility hadn’t occurred to her for one second, and now she felt completely and utterly stupid. Fuck!

Jake was the first one to approach her and extended his hand formally. “You must be Agnieszka. Pleasure to meet you,” he greeted her, while still looking like he’d rather eat glass. “It would be much more pleasurable if you informed me beforehand. Just like I did,” he added with a hiss, forcing those words through his clenched jaw. 

“Jake!” 

It always surprised her how much power Joshua’s voice held. Ever when his tone was outwardly calm, it oozed dominance. He sounded unnaturally hoarse right now and he looked so frail on that hospital bed, but it didn’t stop him from taking the reins. She desperately wanted to run to him and pull him in a tight embrace, but she knew she couldn’t. To her relief, he extended his hand and motioned her to come closer. Jake returned back to his place by the window and put on his sunglasses, which surprised her and her astonished reaction was met with a pout. 

Joshua took her hand in his and turned to the woman sitting to his left, which made her feel even more uneasy…if that was even possible. “Mom, this is Olalla, the girl who found and saved me.” A bit melodramatic. I didn’t save you. He smiled at her and his mother mirrored him, asking her to tell them more about what really happened. 

She tried. Omitting the details that were not to be told in that room, she tried to explain everything from the moment they noticed he was missing to the arrival of the mountain rescue. In the meantime, Joshua tried to tell her something with just his eyes and it didn’t escape Christopher’s attention. He looked at her, then back at Joshua, and his face turned to stone. Jake noticed too.

“I think we’ll just go get your stuff now, Josh. What do you think, Miss Sikorska?” 

Josh cast him a wary look and Jake reciprocated. They glared at each other for a few seconds before he continued: “It’s a bit crowded here, and I’m sure you’ll appreciate having your stuff back. We’ll be back soon.” With that he motioned to Agnieszka to follow him out the door. She couldn’t refuse. 

Only when they were a safe distance from Josh’s room, walking side by side down the long corridor that led to the main staircase, he continued: “When you called, you somehow forgot to mention how well you two know each other.”

She swallowed hard. “It wasn’t relevant.”

“I think it is.” 

He didn’t say anything else until they got in the car, and it felt longer than the whole ride there.It was excruciating, and he seemed as if he reveled in it. Still hiding behind his shades, hands in his pockets, he was driving her crazy with his aloof demeanour. They shared similar features, yet each one of them had such a unique personality that they didn’t seem like twins at all.   

When they exited the parking lot, he spoke again. “So, you fucked him, huh?” It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t bother answering. 

“Well, you can’t blame me for being surprised,” he added after a while. 

Focusing on driving was becoming harder the more she felt his eyes on her. “I don’t. To be honest, I still don’t understand why he was ever interested in me.” She kept her eyes on the road, not daring to look at him. The past tense was a deliberate choice. She wanted to let him know she knew her place. He passed that over in silence. 

“Well, I do. You’re an exceptionally beautiful woman, if you don’t mind me saying that, and my brother has a weakness for beautiful things.”

That made her look at him, just to see him grinning at her. Without being able to see his eyes, she couldn’t tell what he was really up to, so she tried to lighten the mood a bit. It was a feeble attempt, but worth a try. “Are you hitting on me?”

It made him burst out laughing. “Is it working?”

“No.”

Then I’m not.” 

After another moment of silence, he put the sunglasses off and looked directly at her. “But I do make you nervous. Why?”

She clutched the steering wheel. So many reasons; none of them she could possibly tell him. “I’m aware that you don’t like me. It’s pretty obvious. And I understand why, because I clearly overstepped. I repent, ok?”

“Fair enough.” 

After a while, he pointed at the phone on her console. “Any pictures in there? Or, perhaps, videos?”

“No!” He was making her blood boil now.

“You should know that…”

“I know who he is, I know who you are, and I know what happened…”

“Well, that’s the point…”

“No, it’s not! I didn’t know until Tuesday! And I know now only because he told me!” Well, that’s almost true. 

“Really!?”

Yeah, really, you fucker. Believe it or not, it was not just fucking. “Look, I’m not stupid. I knew from the start that this would be just a temporary fling.” She cringed at the word she used. A greater part of her adulthood was filled with temporary flings, and this was not that. To be honest, she didn’t know what to call it.  “I don’t want anything from him, from you, from anyone… All I want now is to talk to him. I need to…I need to thank him.”

“For…”

“None of your business,” she quickly interrupted him and he cleared his throat to retaliate, his nostrils flaring, so she quickly added: “I’m sorry, it’s just deeply personal. Believe it or not, we shared more than just bodily fluids.”

Jake scoffed, cleared his throat and looked out the side window at the hills that appeared on the west. “I’m not sure that’s a good thing.” She didn’t counter that. 

They went silent again for another few minutes before she mustered enough courage to ask: “So…they’re back together?” 

“We arrived just two hours before you appeared there,” he looked at her as if she was dense, then added: “But I’m hopeful they will.” 

Agnieszka took a deep breath and bit her lip. Bittersweet, bittersweet, bittersweet. He deserves it.  “That’s good. I’m glad.” 

Jake cast her another wary side glance but didn’t say anything. After several more excruciating minutes, she broke the silence one more time. “I need to talk to him. In private, I mean.”

“Not the best time.” 

“I figured…maybe another day?”

“Maybe.” Jake was evidently a man of a few words. He was definitely not willing to make it any easier for her. She couldn’t blame him though. He must have thought her an intruder, and that’s exactly what she was, to be honest. That man was from his world. She would never be. 

When they arrived, she ushered him straight to Joshua’s room. As they went up the stairs and he took his glasses off again, she noticed how worn and distressed he really looked. “Umm, do you need anything? Tea? Coffee? You must be hungry, too. I can make you a supper if you want.”

“That’s kind, thank you, but I’m good,” he replied wearily as they reached the final landing. She nodded and unlocked the door.

“So, here it is. I’m going to go wait in the lobby.” The room was just as Joshua left it on Wednesday morning. Entering the guests’ rooms was against the rules unless they specifically asked to have them cleaned, so she didn’t date to pack his stuff. Not that she hadn’t broken the rule before when she went there to fetch his clothes for him, but Jake didn’t need to know that. 

The attic room was small and the air in it a bit stifled after days with the only window closed. As soon as she opened the door, they were welcomed with the unmistakable scent of him: his unwashed clothes from previous days mixed with his sweet, oriental cologne. It was too much, and she excused herself quickly when her stomach turned into a knot. He had left such an imprint here, and now it was finally over. No time left for them.

Jake didn’t bother with folding Josh’s clothes, he just threw them into the suitcase in bundles, just as he picked them up from the floor, or chairs, or the bed. He wanted to spend as little time as possible in that place. Opening the upper, half closed drawer of a large wooden dresser, where Josh had put his underwear, he found his journal thrown casually on a pile of socks. 

He was usually allowed to read those pages; he had done that many times before. Granted, it was generally with Josh open permission, but still. They had no secrets between them. Until recently. Obviously, a lot had happened here during just one week and Josh hadn’t called just once since last Saturday. So, naturally, Jake was curious. He sat down in the bed and opened the notebook. 

The first thing he noticed were new, revised lyrics to a song they had written together two weeks ago. It was a very personal piece, for both of them. Sad, too. But the ending was supposed to be hopeful, just like Tears of Rain. And that’s how Josh wrote it at first. But then he completely changed it, and now the last verse was just pure misery and doom. Was it really worth it to come here, alone? Are you happier now, brother? 

He turned the page to the last entry and his jaw clenched as he started reading his brother’s rambling about needing a break and having to step away to evaluate shit. 

The new album was out and plenty of work ahead of them. It was bad enough that Jake now had to have the whole leg of an upcoming tour canceled, but learning about Josh’s plans to leave the band for a while was the last straw. Well, you can’t, you fucker. We have a contract. However, it didn’t matter that he couldn’t. Josh never cared about things he was forced to do, which would mean that everything would go in vain, because he’d ruin it anyway with his blatant indifference.

Now it was Jake’s turn to feel hopeless, but as he always preferred anger to misery, he chose to be livid instead, quickly turning his fury towards the only person whom he illogically decided to be responsible for all that shit. She looked like a veela, and she undoubtedly was one, both enchanting and deadly! Fucking bitch! 

He quickly packed the rest of Josh’s things and stormed downstairs, only to find her arguing with a bunch of guys. Still on the stairway, he saw her slap the face of the one that stood nearest to her, and as soon as he entered the lobby, all eyes turned to him. She looked shaken, the guy next to her greeted him with a venomous glare and his two buddies looked at him from head to toe and smirked.

“Ach, I see, Olalla. You’re quick!” one of them said loudly in English and sneered. He turned to Jake then, resting his eyes on Jake’s nearly unbuttoned shirt.  “Probably had to try the other one, because his brother’s limp dick…” 

He didn’t even realize what he was doing until his fist collided with the guy’s chin. Soon he felt another blow reverberate the bones of his own jaw and the impact made him bite his tongue in surprise. Agnieszka was shouting something, but he didn’t understand and he didn’t care, being locked with someone else’s body and thrown against a table a moment later. Whatever she screamed, it clearly worked, as they quickly left the two of them alone. 

Spitting blood, he slowly straightened, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and spat at her: “I’ve had enough!” 

“Jake, please...”

“I’m Mr. Kiszka to you. I’m taking an uber back to Krakow. Or a taxi …or whatever you got here. I just need a phone number.” 

So that’s how it was going to end. He told her she was not welcome, and snapped the last feeble thread that she was holding onto. It was definitive, and it would all end without the only thing that really kept her sane – the closure she so desperately needed. “Alright…?... but it’s over 100 kilometres. I can drive you back…I…,” she offered, her voice already trembling.

“There’s no need. Just give me the number.” His voice was cold and his face looked like a stone. She desperately searched it for clues, but if there were any, they were hidden behind his shades that he put back on. The silence he kept felt like a roar that rattled her bones. This was turning into a nightmare, but she functioned on autopilot, turning around to get one of the leaflets they had prepared for their guests. She handed it to him with shaking hands. 

“Thank you for everything Miss Sikorska. Your services are no longer needed.” With that, he grabbed the handle of Josh’s suitcase, turned to the door and left. 

Mom found her sitting in the corner behind the counter an hour later. 

The sun was already setting when Jake arrived at the hospital, finding his mother sitting on a bench in the hall outside Josh’s room.

“Mom? What are you doing here?” They were allowed in Josh’s room this late only because the other patient agreed. Having travelled around the world to see their son and brother was a rather convincing argument. Nevertheless, wandering around the corridors wasn’t exactly part of the deal. 

“I just needed a minute,” she sighed, stretching her legs before her. She looked unnaturally pensive, just like when she worried that he wouldn’t graduate and pleading or yelling at him no longer worked. 

“Why? Something happened?”

Ignoring his question, she glanced over his shoulder. “Where’s the girl?”

Ok, whatever this was, it was not good. He must have told her and that probably meant she wasn’t the only other person who knew. “I took a taxi. She stayed in Zakopane. Whyy…?”

“Was it her decision?”

He looked in her eyes and felt like a little boy again. This wasn’t right. She should be on his side. He did the right thing. “No…”

“Oh Jake…”

This was bad. He had a BAD feeling. What did the idiot do?! Ignoring his mom’s feeble attempts to stop him, he sprinted into Josh’s room, bursting the door open and earning a string of incoherent reproaches from Josh’s room mate. Josh was sitting cross-legged on his bed with his head bent down, examining his palms as if they held the answers to his questions or something. He looked up slowly, a bewildered expression on his face. His eyes were dry, but still red and puffy. It was quite obvious that he had been crying. A lot. But most importantly, he was alone. “Where’s Christopher?” 

“I…he…is Olalla coming?” Josh’s tone was feeble and strangely monotonous, almost stripped of all colour. He was emotionally exhausted to the point of being almost indifferent. 

“Answer my question!” Jake was already raising his own voice, ignoring their mom who grabbed him by the shoulders from behind, trying to shush him. He gripped the top rail of the second chair to keep himself grounded, but his pursed lips and flared nostrils told Josh there was a storm raging behind his brother's cold appearance. 

Josh could feel another wave of nausea gripping at his insides. The headache was slowly creeping back again and he had to take a few deep breaths first, while Jake kept looking daggers at him. “I…well, he’s not stupid! He kinda figured what’s going on, Jake. Not that I denied anything, I couldn’t do that…,” he tilted his head back down as another sob ripped through his chest. “He’s probably on his way to the airport right now.”

Jake punched the wall, oblivious to the fact that Josh’s roommate was holding his remote, already alarming the nurses. “You’re a fucking idiot!”

“Why? Is Neszka mad? I need to tell her what I told him. I need to be sincere with her too.” 

Jake just scoffed, shaking his head while still gripping the backrest. 

“WHERE’S OLALLA, JAKE?!?”

“She’s not coming.” 

Josh watched him for a few seconds, his face slowly turning from angry to hopeless. He heaved then, and only managed to lean over the bed before he threw up on the floor.

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Midnight Snack

Yay! We reached 200 followers so im just gonna put out a little short story for you guys as a thank you :D

This story has vore in it! It’s all sfw and nonsexual!!!! If you don’t like that, then just ignore this and click away.

Summary; Miguel hasn’t been taking care of himself lately so you decide to make sure he doesn’t keel over and die from exhaustion.

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Now, you knew beforehand that Miguel is a man dedicated to his job, but this is unreasonable. 

“A week?” He avoids your probing gaze expertly as you frown at him from his desk. “That’s how long you haven’t slept? Do you know how bad that is??”

”I’m busy. I can’t sleep.” He responds with a little shrug, as if it isn’t that big of a deal. As if his skin isn’t worryingly pale and the shadows under his eyes stretch deep. If it weren’t for the fact that you had forced him to eat on a fixed schedule, you assume he would’ve also skipped breakfast, lunch and dinner regularly. While his determination is admirable, it’s seriously worrying to see him in this disheveled state. 

His hair is all mussed up and his eyes are blank, staring uncomprehendingly at the bright monitors covering the entirety of his desk. You scowl, crossing your arms as he steadily ignores you.

”Miguel! Come on, big guy, look at me,” You tap one of his hands and he tears his eyes away from the holographic report to stare at you. “This can’t be healthy. You gotta take a break, man.”

His brows furrow. 

“I can’t. I have to — I have to make sure everything’s fine. Everyone.” He shakes his head stubbornly and you can’t help but huff. He’s pausing, blinking slowly and dragging his eyes back open laboriously as he struggles to function normally, much less hold up a conversation. He’s probably only staying awake through sheer will and spite.

“You can do that after you’ve gotten a good rest, Miguel. You’re gonna end up collapsing or something.” If you could, you’d grab him by the shoulders and shake him. Maybe that’d get some sense into him. Unfortunately, since you’re about the size of his pinky, you settle for pushing at his hand. 

He barely pays you any mind, though he seems pretty out of it in general. He’s not listening. He’ll run himself to the ground, and while it’s not your job to care for him, you’re going to anyway since that’s what a good friend does. Plus it would kinda suck if the leader of the Spider Society died from sleep deprivation. 

“Lyla. Turn the computer screens off, but leave the lights dimmed at 20%,” You call and the glowing hologram flickers to life next to you. 

“Aye aye, Captain,” She salutes cheerfully and the bright orange interfaces go dark. Lyla promptly glances at Miguel and grimaces. “Oh. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, boss?”

Miguel musters up a vague frown, bracing himself heavily against the metal of his desk.

“Hey! I needed those. Turn them back on.” He bristles but the words are lukewarm. He has to be completely exhausted because he barely even fights back. Lyla clicks her tongue disapprovingly.

”Nuh uh, I don’t think so.” She wags a finger at him. He bares fangs, though he looks resigned. That’s a pretty good sign. Means he’s pretty close to giving up.

”I made you.”

”Actually, Xina did.” 

“Lyla — “

You clear your throat as loudly as you can and Miguel turns to look at you, irritated. 

“This is your fault,” He mutters sullenly, perfectly audible to your ears. Unrepentant, you grab at one of his fingers again and tug until he grudgingly flips his hand, showing his palm. You hop in easily, keeping steady as he carefully brings you up to his face so you can feel the full extent of his watery scowl. ”Are you happy with yourself?”

“I’ll be happy when you decide to go to sleep.” You bite back and he sighs loudly. 

“If I sleep for a couple of hours, will you get off my case?” He asks exhaustively and you nod your head grudgingly after a moment of contemplation. A couple of hours isn’t the best but you’ll negotiate with him later. 

Lyla claps her hands together happily. 

“Yay! This is great,” She turns to you and glitches up to you, holding her hand out. You take it and the two of you shake in mutual respect. Miguel just watches with a defeated sort of air. For a man who’s usually so stiff and stern, it’s only at the dead of night that he lets himself crumble. You find it somewhat touching that he trusts you enough to show his flaws, even though he pushes against your care most of the time. 

“You’ll both be the death of me,” He groans and Lyla sticks her tongue out at him. 

“I’m actually trying to keep you alive, thanks,” She snarks back before vanishing in a dizzying whirl of golden sparks. Her disembodied voice echoes from the ceiling. “Also, you’re locked out of the computer system for the rest of the night — unless it’s an emergency that needs your assistance. Have a good night, boss!”

Miguel’s head snaps up at her last words before he just sits down heavily in his creaky swivel chair. His head comes down with a loud thunk, the hand with you in it still held aloft. You wince. That couldn’t have felt good. 

You hop off easily, absorbing the impact with a roll as you poke at his cheek. 

“This is no place to take a nap,” You scold.  “Think of the back pain you’ll feel when you wake up tomorrow.” 

He makes a muffled noise of annoyance, but pulls himself up regardless. Miguel sets his hand down in front of you again, which you clamber into quickly. He raises it up to his shoulder, and you take residence there as he begins walking over to the cushy couch shoved in the corner of his rather massive office. The kids had smuggled it in somehow and it just never left. Now, it’s main purpose is for movie nights and the occasional nap or two. 

He slowly lugs his body onto the cushions with a quiet grunt, making sure that you don’t get knocked off with the motion. Even when he’s half asleep and tired out of his mind, he’s still unimaginably careful while handling you. While it’s appreciated now, it can be a bit stifling when out on the field. You just happen to come from a universe smaller than his, you’re not made of glass.

”Two hours. Then I’m going back to work.” He says, phasing away his suit to reveal rumpled but soft looking clothes underneath. It’s some sort of futuristic fashion with a high open collar and unimaginably soft fabric. 

“A whole night.”

”Three hours.”

”A whole entire night.” You insist stubbornly and he blinks.

”… Five hours.” 

“Miguel.”

He huffs, aiming a glare at you with little to no heat. 

“I can’t take that long of a break. I have things to fix and repair. And missions to coordinate.”

You raise an unamused eyebrow. 

“The other spiders can take care of that, Miguel. You have hundreds of incredibly smart people who are willing and eager to help. And Lyla can do that last one. She’s connected to everything.” Miguel still looks hesitant so you decide to sweeten the deal and play your trump card. “Look. I’m tired too, y’know? If you agree to sleep until morning, I’ll let you eat me.”

He’s silent for the count of five before he shifts slightly. 

“Right now?” He raises a brow at you and you nod. 

“Yup. I don’t really mind it, y’know. I think it’s comfy.” Miguel looks faintly confused but seems to be considering his choices. 

“… Fine. A whole night’s sleep.” He finally settles on, and you slip down from his shoulder to his chest, squinting through the darkness you know he can see clearly through. Miguel hesitates for a moment before gently grabbing you from between his thumb and forefinger, lifting you up to his head. 

You dangle from his hold, blinking as he apparently works things out in his head, sharp eyes examining you carefully despite the fact that he has gulped you down before with relative ease. 

“Alright. The watch will make sure you’re fine. Just call me or send me an alert through it and I’ll get you out. Got it?” He asks and you nod eagerly. 

He opens his maw wide and though you can’t really see in the dim light, you can see the yawning abyss of darkness in front of you, highlighted by sharp white teeth and fangs. His breath whooshes over you, making shivers wrack through your body despite the relative warmth of it. You reach up and tap one of the fingers holding you up, signaling that you’re ready and he makes a quiet hum of acknowledgement. 

Miguel inhales slowly and slowly lowers you into his mouth. The first sensation you get is wet. Saliva soaks into your suit and you slip a little, bracing a hand against the slippery soft flesh of his tongue. The second is temperature. Everything is moving around you, so wonderfully alive and warm. His tongue curves underneath you, the powerful muscle shifting so it can wrap around you loosely like an oversized blanket.

His mouth shuts with a quiet click of teeth and all of the faint light from outside is cut off, leaving you within the darkness of Miguel’s body. You go slack and still, letting him absentmindedly taste you, push you from one cheek to the other subconsciously. 

You feel him soak you in spit, not protesting or fighting back as he readies you for the journey below. Miguel is still gentle, careful. Nothing is too rough or hurts at all, even when his tongue tentatively presses you up against the hard palate of the roof of his mouth. After a long moment, he tilts his head back, just barely.

You slide toward his throat, squeezing down the tight fleshy tube accompanied by a couple of large gulps to help get you down entirely. The sound of his swallows is loud and for a moment it’s all you hear as you’re moved down. It’s not a bad pressure and you’re mostly used to it as you slip down from his esophagus and into his belly. 

And man, it’s so much warmer here and also so much more comfortable. The soft flesh here contracts slightly around your body as you find a comfortable position to lie in, tucking yourself against a wall with a yawn. You press a hand against the mass of warmth and squishiness under your fingers, blinking when it ripples across the entire expanse of his stomach. 

It’s quiet for a moment before Miguel clears his throat, his voice oddly loud and muffled at the same time.

”You okay? Need me to get you out?” He asks, and you make a lazy hum in response.

“No, I’m fine, man,” You sink deeper into the comforting warmth and you hear something like a quiet chuckle from above. It’s good to hear him sound relaxed for once. God knows he needs some relaxation anyway. 

“Okay,” he sounds tired and everything is still before your surroundings shift and you tumble somewhat quickly into the side wall of his stomach. He must’ve turned over on his side. ”… Thank you. You care too much about me.”

You frown, picking up on his meaning quickly.

”Well yeah, you’re my friend. Besides, if I was working myself to death, you would’ve done the same, right?” You say and he huffs, laying a palm over his stomach. You can feel it in the way the slimy-squishy walls indent around you. 

“It’s not the same.”

”How so?”

”It just isn’t.” Miguel says firmly and you roll your eyes.

”Agree to disagree. Also, go to sleep! I have no idea how you’ve stayed awake this long. We’ll talk about that tomorrow.” You promise, pressing your hand against the closest “wall”. He makes a quiet noise, but it’s quickly drowned out by the familiar sound of rumbling vibrating through his entire body. The volume of his contented purrs are quiet enough that a person outside would have to strain their ears to hear it.

From where you are right now, the comforting noise is steady and somewhat loud. It’s not overwhelming though — it just blends into the other sounds of his stomach growling and his other organs working somewhere else in his body. You stretch and settle down with a quiet yawn. 

Then everything shifts around you, contracting and moving to cradle you securely in complete warmth and comfort. 

“Goodnight.” Miguel’s low voice echoes from above and you close your eyes. 

“G’night.”

You fall asleep that way and he quickly follows, a hand settled carefully over his stomach and fully content.

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A fic rec of One Direction fics that have an ot4 or ot5 pack dynamic component as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

— Louis/Harry —

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(NR, 95k, rogue omega) Louis is a rogue Omega who's suffered through rejection and abuse for the biggest part of his life. He stumbles onto the Styles pack, quite possibly the kindest one he's ever met.

🌕 Shadows Come With The Pain That You're Running From (Love Was Something You've Never Heard Enough) by hlftanna

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🌕 Canyon Moon by delsicle / @eeveedel

(E, 40k, Lion King au) For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry.

🌕 Burning Soul by LarryAlways28

(E, 39k, omega Louis) Louis is a rogue Omega wolf, all he wants is a new start. Will he allow himself to fully embrace what awaits him, or will he run again, too damaged by past hurt?

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(T, 36k, uni) A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

🌕 Follow Your Arrow by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 36k, touch deprivation) They said Louis playing alpha wouldn’t affect anything. It was the best thing for the band, so he doesn’t really regret it except deep in the dead of night, when he bites down on his knuckles to swap the echoing ache of depri for a sting of pain.

🌕 Mark my word (we gon' be alright) by harioandlouigi

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(T, 31k, touch deprivation) Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

🌕 It's always darkest before the dawn by @marchessa

(E, 15k, human Harry) the one where Louis saves Harry's life by biting him, but the younger man has to pay the price for it.

🌕 good enough (for you) by localopa / @voulezloux

(G, 8k, competition) omega louis is next in line to rule the pack. in spite of the rule saying he needs an alpha to rule, he creates an impossible olympics to find a worthy mate.

🌕 Count The Wolves And We'll Sleep Tonight by scribblewrite

(M, 4k, established relationship) Louis's the Alpha of a powerful pack and Harry's his omega. When Harry's taken by rogue alphas, Louis will do anything to bring him home safely.

— Rare Pairs —

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(E, 57k, OT5) Louis is forced to be the weeds when all he wants is to be the sunflower he really is.

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