#normally it would be vitamins and a glass of water

[princess-of-thebes-1995]

Yandere Professor Hannibal Lecter x Female Reader

Chapter: Dog Days.

When your ex Professor Hannibal Lecter kidnapped you after you finished your school semester as his student, you were at first rebellious. Quite the fighter.

The first meal Professor Lecter cooked for you was none other than Oxtail Soup. He wouldn't let you feed yourself. That annoyed you.

Smiling, he used the spoon to fill it with the tasty liquid and held it to your lips. "Say 'ahh'.''

You blew into the spoon and it caused the hot water to splash onto the face of Professor Lecter.

He hissed in pain. He then put the bowl and spoon down. He slapped you hard across the face.

You were shocked. You clutched your face and felt a bruise forming on your cheek. No one ever raised their hand to you. Not even your own father.

"Listen, Bitch." Professor Lecter grabbed the bottom of your chin to make you look up at him. "I am trying my best and I will not tolerate disrespect."

For you whimpered as tears flowed down your eyes. How frightened you were of this man.

Professor Lecter's expression softened in pity and you think regret. He sighed as if he was tired. 

"Please cooperate." He held a spoonful of soup again. 

Slowly, you opened your mouth and sipped.

The next morning, you felt weird. You couldn't understand the feeling. It wasn't pleasant. It was, in fact, ugly. Your head hurt and it was spinning like a dark and creepy carousel.

Your throat itches and feels dry. The worst was your temperature. Both overly warm and then cold. Switching on and off. Causing you to be confused. You were sick.

Lecter wanted to make up for slapping you. He knew this was to be expected. I mean he did kidnap you and it was natural to be scared. He felt foolish for losing his temper.

But, his whole life he was respected. His parents spoiled him and would never refuse him. He was popular at school. And when he became an adult and then a successful Psychiatrist, he was always worshiped and respected.

He didn't like this new treatment.

He wanted you to love him back.

Lecter wanted to remove that chain you were wearing and live a normal life with him as his wife.

Well, he wants you to homeschool his future kids. Other than that, he wants a normal life.

Lecter had to wake early to go grocery shopping. He doesn't eat sugar. Only meat and vegetables.

He got the ingredients to make heart shaped pancakes.

He went to Pinterest to cook simple pancakes. He never cooked pancakes before and didn't want to screw it up. This was new to him. 

Lecter tried his best. He assumed it was okay. He added strawberries and powdered sugar. It looked decent.

He felt nervous. Normally, he was always confident in everything. With you, it was the opposite. He felt insecure. Oh, well. He shrugged his shoulders. Maybe it is because he loves you. In novels and movies, he read that people feel stupid all the time around their crush.

Taking the tray, he added soy milk and gummy vitamins. He walked down the stairs to the basement.

He saw you curled in bed. "Wake up, my dear. It is time to eat." Lecter announced in an authoritative voice.

When you didn't answer, he clenched his jaw in annoyance. The hard way again? So be it. Lecter settled down the tray on the expensive glass coffee table and walked over to you.

He ripped the blanket off your body. And to his surprise, you were still as a stone. That confused him. He felt your forehead and to his horror, you were burning up.

That caused his heart to pound in fear. You were sick! He then checked your pulse and opened your eyelid. A high fever you had. Lecter then covered you back with the blanket and went upstairs for medicine. 

Over the past two hours, Lecter tended to your every need. He gave you pain killers and fed you chicken soup instead. You got better.

But, still weak. Your ex Professor was currently sitting next to your bed pressing a wet rag against your forehead.

You poor thing. He thought. He held your hand lovingly and watched you. 

To his surprise, you began talking in your sleep. He blinked in curiosity. He didn't understand what you were saying at first. Now, he heard it loud.

"Mummy."

Ouch. You missed your mother. Lecter sighed. First you wouldn't accept his love, you reject him, he hits you, and now you are sick.

Everything was going wrong.

He is lost and doesn't know what to do.

Covering his face with his hands and resting his elbows on his knees, the stress and worry of your health caused something strange to him.

He felt tears sliding down his wrinkled face.

The thought of you dying was the worst thought. He cannot imagine you leaving him permanently. That was why he took you away in the first place.

"Why are you punishing me, Name?"

#mads mikkelsen #yandere hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecter #hannibal #mads mikkelsen x reader #mads mikkelsen imagine

[alonetimelover]

Hi, can I request Heavy Angst that ends in Fluff with 5 word prompt 22 please

"Find someone else to annoy."

pairing: Harry Styles x physicist!reader

summary: Writing a work that would grand you the professor title was harder than YN anticipated. Just like the affect that her antics had on people that she loved, especially Harry. And when the enough was enough some words weren't supposed to be said.

word count: ~1,7k

warnings: angst ending with fluff, workaholism, swearing

a/n: First blurb of the 'blurb weekend'! I am so excited for you to read it and I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you so so much for requesting!

masterlist taglist blurb weekend prompts

Becoming a professor was harder than one would think. YN laughed at her younger self for believing all the lies that University fed her. Research, nights without a minute of sleep, books whose pages were in four digit numbers and stress. Stress that didn’t only affect her but Harry as well. 

He was on a break. The tour ended, vacation in Italy was almost forgotten and the cosiness and warmness of his home was what he needed. It was the thing that he had most longed for during weeks abroad. But the tension inside the house was thick. And Harry hated it. He was used to YN diving into her studies and not coming downstairs for dinner. He was used to reminding her to take her vitamins, bring her glasses of water or a hot cup of tea. He was used to rather more silent days in the house whenever she was writing a paper, an article. He understood it and was as helpful as he thought he could be. Having in mind all those things, Harry was helpless when YN locked herself in her studies for hours, refusing to open the door or even acknowledge his presence. 

When Harry heard the opening of the doors from downstairs, he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. He reached for the remote to take the volume down a little bit. 

“Oh, don’t bother now,” YN said absentmindedly, while entering the open space, leading from upstairs through the living room and straight to the kitchen. 

“What do you mean?” Harry asked, scrunching his eyebrows. 

She heaved a sigh, closing her eyes for a moment, trying to calm down. But it was all too much. The scented candles that she usually loved, burning on the coffee table were making her dizzy. The lights that were hanging from the cornice that she referred to as ‘anxiety slayers’, were too bright now. The carpeted floor, fuzzy and delicate, was making her feet feel like drowning in sand - she hated sand. And to cover it all, the noise from the TV was blowing apart her eardrums. It was all too much.

“What do I mean?” She scoffed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “What do I mean? I don’t know. What could I possibly mean, huh? Let’s think.” 

Harry hated her tone of voice. It was nothing like the normal one. Not the one reserved for him, sweet and full of love. Instead, it was full of hate, annoyance and superiority. 

“Okay, you’re mad about something. Let’s talk about it, lovie.”

Harry patted the place on the couch right next to him, sending YN his warmest smile. It always worked, and not because he was manipulative but because YN always found help and a safe place within Harry. 

“Let’s talk about it!” She mocked, throwing her hands up and down to exaggerate. “I don’t want to talk. I want some peace and quiet. Please, I need space to finish the last pages of my work and I don’t have time for this. Please.” 

It was harsh. And it hurt, but Harry had been nothing but patient and understanding. Had been. All of this started to affect him more than he thought he had let it. Even his patience was wearing off. 

“YN,” Harry sighed, standing up. “I’m sorry about the TV, okay? I’m sorry. I could’ve listened to it on a lower volume. But it’s not only about it. I know you.” 

He really tried to negotiate his way through her right to the centre of it all - her workaholism. Once she got a job to do, it was all she thought, talked and dreamed about from the moment she knew about it to the moment she finished it. And when there was no job, sooner rather than later she was becoming distant and drifting away to just find something else, something new to get into. With that being said, she had never jeopardised her relationships. She never forgot about any important dates, she was included in all birthdays, parties, milestones. She was there for Harry whenever he needed her. It was one of the many things he really admired in her, the one that truly made him amazed by YN. But now, she was forgetting herself. 

“Yeah, sure. I really don’t have time for this, Harry.” 

And with that she moved on to the kitchen. She needed sugar, feeling her head spin from how low her energy levels were. It was no surprise, she was without breakfast and near to no fluids. 

Harry’s blood pressure was very high. He dug his nails into his palms and moved after YN. He had had enough. He could take as much. 

“I suggest you make some time, YN,” he emphasised her name to really show her he meant it. “This has been going on for too long. You don’t eat, you don’t sleep, you don’t go out of that fuckin’ office unless it’s the bathroom or you feel you’re near passing out from exhaustion. It’s -”

“Oh, fuck off! I’m working! I’m trying to achieve something here and your talk and pretences are making my skin crawl. Just- just find someone else to annoy and leave me alone.” 

YN slammed the fridge’s door, clashing the bottles inside it. Taking the premade (by Harry) iced coffee with herself, she passed Harry with a thought to go back to writing. Her walk was quickly stalled by Harry’s firm but gentle grab of her arm. 

“Caring about you is now called annoying?” He asked, voice a little louder than usually. 

“Get off, Harry,” she gritted through her teeth.

“I won’t. I won’t let you overwork yourself to the point of taking you to the hospital. You want to do too much in too little time.”

YN pursed her lips in anger and broke away from Harry’s grip, spilling some of the coffee on her sweatpants and floor. She cursed. The tipping point found her. 

“There is nothing like ‘too little time’. There is no time, Harry! The paper should be done by the end of the month. And it’s the 21st! It’s just twelve days. And then there’s Professor Smith breathing down my neck and saying that he wants to read the full version before the deadline. Then there’s Madeline and her struggle to find a job. And Manny needing those vet visits so frequently.” She hyperventilated, trying to catch breath. Tears were daring to come down from her glossy eyes. 

“Oh, baby. Take it easy.” 

“I can’t take it easy, okay? I can’t! I can’t lay on the couch and do nothing, I can’t take a bath. I can’t go on a walk. I can’t enjoy dinner. I can’t watch TV. I need- I have to work. I have to finish it.”

Harry’s heart was breaking. The look on YN’s face was making him want to cry. He forgot all the things that bothered him. He ignored all the not so nice words YN said in anger. Now was the moment that she needed him the most. 

“Come here,” he whispered, strolling towards her with open arms. 

“Harry, what are you doing?”

But he didn’t answer. He just embraced her body with his and squeezed lovingly. YN, although confused at first, hugged Harry back immediately melting into him. She really couldn’t see how much destruction she had put herself through. How much pain and stress was sitting upon her shoulders to deal with in the silence of the closed door office. Now, when her body was fitting Harry’s perfectly she remembered that she wasn’t alone. That she didn’t have to deal with it all by herself. 

Perhaps Harry didn’t know much about physics, especially quantum mechanics, singularity and black holes. But he was there to listen. He was there to propose another way to bite the bullet, to expand her point of view. He could listen to her quoting Hawking and Cox, fangirling over her favourite scientists wanting to be a part of her thesis all the time. There was nothing better than seeing her feeling fulfilled and content. 

“I love you so much, I can’t let you destroy yourself right in front of my eyes.” 

He kissed her head, squeezing her body even closer to his. 

“I’m so sorry,” YN whispered through sobs. 

She felt awful. It was the first fight where she lost control and she hoped it was the last, because she hated each and every moment of it. She wouldn’t be able to let herself forget how uncalled for and hurtful she was towards Harry. 

“I am so sorry, Harry.”

“Shhh. It’s okay. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now, we’re taking a bath. No vetoes. And then I am making dinner for you while you’re sitting here at the counter looking pretty like always. After that we’re watching the British Bake-Off and going to sleep. You need at least 8 hours of sleep, baby. You don’t have that even if I add in all the hours from the whole week,” Harry listed all the activities he knew YN enjoyed whenever she was stressed. 

“How do you know I didn’t sleep through the night?” She asked, looking up at him. 

Harry caressed her cheek delicately and pecked her lips. 

“I can’t sleep when you’re not next to me. I got so used to your body being so close to mine I just wake up whenever you’re getting up. Then there was the light from the office creeping through the gap between the floor and the door. You fell asleep in my arms and an hour later were sitting behind the desk writing. I noticed, baby.”

“Oh, God. I am so sorry. I didn’t realise I was waking you up, love. I - I don’t even have an excuse.”

“You don’t need one. It’s okay.” He kissed her lips once again. “Let me take care of you, yeah? I’m gonna go run the bath and you choose some pyjamas for us both.” 

YN nodded her head, her small smile was not reaching her eyes. 

“Don’t overthink the situation. I’m being truthful with you, and promising that we’ll talk about what happened today tomorrow. Now, you need some relaxation to take your mind out of the office. Just be here with me, okay?”

“Okay.”

Harry wiped her tears away and kissed the way they had been falling down. Now, YN’s smile was beaming from her eyes as well as her upturned lips. 

“You really are the best thing that happened in my life.” 

Harry laughed, taking her hand in his and directing her upstairs. 

“Well, I would hope so. After all, you agreed to marry me.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #physicist!reader #scientist!reader

[sparda-ly]

hi sweetie, it's the same anon again! i hope im not bothering you coming again in your inbox.

anyway! what you did write was so so so good, for real, you did a amazing, even heavenly work with it. and i even cried a bit while reading it (a thing i normally wouldn't do) because, u know, dad issues sometimes slap hard.

oh! and also (if it's not a problem for u, of course) i would like to ask for whatever is easier to u for kratos with a reader that is motherly to atreus but their relationship is platonic (just like the other ask i did because i just live for platonic relationships with kratos. it's just so cute!!)

(maybe i'll start to be a recurrent anon in here so, if you accept emoji anons, could i be the 🌙 anon, pretty please?? :) )

kratos, atreus x motherly reader (platonic)

note: hey there 🌙 anon ;) ofc! your wish is my command. after this request, i'm convinced we are soulmates, i think we both lack some parent attention :(( if you ever want to talk, don't forget i'm always here!

warnings: none

there was one pretty known rule, if atreus respected someone, so did kratos

he trusted his son's judgment, although it did often lead to trouble

you kind of just appeared randomly and instantly joined their little group, fitting in the dynamic perfectly

kratos was first sceptical of you, a total stranger hanging around him and his boy?

but after seeing how his son warmed up to you, he gave you a chance

atreus was practically in love with you the moment he met you, the way you made the boy feel special still suprised him

constantly checking up on him if he's feeling alright

you always worry during fights if he's ok and still breathing, while getting you ass kicked by some draugr

you prepare him and kratos special meals that involve their favourite food, but don't lack vitamins or protein

you convince atreus it's the "god's meals" that makes him bigger and stronger, and the poor boy believes it

you run after him when he leaves the house without at least two layers, worrying he'll get sick (especially during fimbullwinter)

despite atreus hearing your compliments every day, he still blushes crazy and mutters a cute "thanks"

he always comes to you when kratos can't seem to listen to him, seeking advice from you

"but he doesn't understand me at all, it's like he only cares about himself!"

"atreus, honey, he's just stressed. you broke your arm by trying to tame a bear the other day"

there were some situations where he even slipped out a quick "mom" while thanking you or apologizing

you were suprised however you didn't tease him about it

atreus saw you as a mother, and incredibly appreciated you, especially since the loss of his own mother ;((

the boy grew very fond of you and couldn't imagine a life without your affection and words <3

and so did his father...

although it was a little bit different...

kratos saw the way you treat him and his son, and he definitely appreciated it

he saw the way you fussed over him when he got a nasty hit, using your first aid knowledge, to help him ease the pain

the way you helped him make atreus' arrows, and told him to rest while you keep watch during journeys

the way you took care of their clothes, washing them at least once in a while to keep them clean

the way you cleaned the house while they were gone, so they could both return to a clean and warm home

the way you calmed him down and tried to explain that shouting at atreus won't help anyone

the way you gave him small tips on how to deal with his boy

the way you brought him a glass of water and talked whenever he had a nightmare

you do everything you can to give them a good and easy life, and honestly he appreciated every little small thing

"y/n, thank you" he once whispered, sitting next to you at the campfire

atreus was already sleeping lightly, laying his head on your lap while you were gently caressing

you turned around slightly and sent him a big smile "no problem kratos, i'll do anything to protect you guys both"

and in that moment, he swore he saw faye.

#gow x reader #atreus x reader #kratos x reader #kratos x you #god of war fanfiction #gow mimir #gow atreus #gow kratos #god of war x reader #god of war #🌙 anon #gow kratos x reader #gow atreus x reader #god of war x y/n #.atreus #.kratos

[pricescigar]

Albert Wesker treating you when you're sick – HC's

Admin note: I know, I know I haven't done one of these in a long time. So please take this as forgivness? 🥲

Photo belobgs to me!

No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy ❤️

CW: being unwell, Mentions of vomiting, fluff, daddy kink

You being sick doesn't stop you from doing your day to day tasks, even if it is a little sniffle here and there or a chesty cough

But the one man you cannot fool is your beloved Albert, sure he is a mad scientist but he does know the basic functions of the human body.

He could tell from your tired eyes, sluggish movements and pale face... You're sick, you need to rest.

"You need to rest." The familair stern yet soft voice of Wesker could be heard

Of course as usual you protested as per usual, but it wasn't long before Wesker had scooped you up in his arms, taking you in his arms.

As much as you hated to rest, you knew Wesker wouldn't leave you alone. And so you gave in, allowing him to take you to bed... Helping you get into your pyjamas and putting the covers over your body.

You almost even fell asleep in his arms as he carried you to the stairs.

"Daddy will take care of you..." He would say planting a kiss on your cheek.

Wesker would watch you like a hawk, when you was resting. He knew how stubborn you was about resting.

He noticed how much of a temperature you had and do he got a damp cold flannel placing it on your head trying to get your temperature back to normal.

If you was feeling sick and wanting to throw up, he'd leave a bucket near or quickly help you to the bathroom.

Rubbing your back in comfort, getting you water to ease your stomach too.

During Lunch time he made you something light to ease your stomach, soup was light and would always make you feel better

He even watched movies with you, whatever you wanted to watch ... He'd put it on for you. Anything to make you feel better.

Even if you fell asleep on him he'd wrap his arm around you, keeping you close to his chest as you rested.

During dinner time it was prodiminately warm food, anything to get your body sweating. If you wanted to get better, you would have to sweat the sickness out of you.

No matter how much you whined if you was hot or cold, he'd put another blanket over you along with the bed covers.

"Do you want to get better? Then you need to sweat it out if you do." Wesker would grin at you a little, not once did he leave your side he always stayed with you.

Aside from Water, tea, he also gave you vitamin drinks every day. (Or Juice) He was pretty serious about your health, he was taking no chances.

Even during the night when you struggled to sleep, or your body was aching in pain. He was there to comfort you, holding you closely. Softly humming.

Sometimes he'd tell you a story, or talk about anything... The sound of his voice helped you sleep.

He wouldn't sleep until you fell asleep.

If it came to a situation where he would go to work in his office for a little bit in his home, he'd leave the stuffed bear he got you, putting his cologne on it. Making sure it smelt like him.

(You may have stolen one of Albert's shirts too to put it on the bear, and maybe his glasses as it works rest ontop of the bears head)

The whole week he never left your side helping you get better every step of the way, he hated seeing his little dove get sick.

When he noticed you was feeling much better the next week, he would smile in accomplishment knowing that you was okay now.

"I would always care for you..." Wesker whispered planting a few kisses down on your neck.

-

Apologies if it's so short! 🖤

#albert wesker #albert wesker resident evil #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #resident evil wesker #dbd wesker #resident evil

[katrielle-writes]

Making breakfast for you | Persona 5 men

Featuring: Joker/Ren, Ryuji, Yusuke, Akechi, Maruki x reader separate

Genre: Fluff

Notes: I was so happy to see some many notes on First Kisses, I wanted to write more fluff. 🫠

Joker

He makes curry for you since it’s all he’s good at

Just kidding

He’s interested in cooking, but doesn’t have much experience that his cooking is not as good as it could be

However anything he makes, even he can make normal food look enticing

Will give you a bowl of rice with side of miso soup, single serving of meat or seafood plated generously and aesthetically with thinly sliced vegetables

Honestly I think he could also make you a delicious Japanese breakfast rice bowl - everything in a bowl arranged neatly

Or rice omelet I think he would be so good at making that like it’s so simple but somehow he makes the dish his own and you don’t know what ingredient he used that you can’t seem to replicate his dish

Neither of of you have much cooking skills but if you do know how to cook, he would love to try all the foods you know how to make

He’ll definitely do all the dishes if you make him food for the rest of his life 😆

Ryuji

He would sincerely try his hand at making a homemade breakfast for you

Especially foods that are good for keeping up your energy since that’s how he usually prepared his meals when he was on the track team

I can imagine something like sausage and egg with pancakes and fresh squeezed orange juice - something simple and with protein???

I think he would prefer if you made food not because he doesn’t want to make food but because he thinks your food tastes so much better than his

He loves to see you cooking in an apron and thinks that you are really just good at whatever it is that you put your mind to and what you’re good at

Also really just wants to eat your cooking 24/7

He will definitely make you food on holidays like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Yusuke

Would 100% make you a homemade meal of traditional Japanese foods

He’s really gained an appreciation for his cooking skills jr jsjt for himself but be as he can be sure to make you jutrkojsal folds he knows will help you physical and well being

Interested in different ways food can be made like the purposes for the different pasta types

Will make things like tempura and daikon carrot salad for you

Would have even prepared a desert for you; egg custard seems light enough while being fluffy and sweet

Loves to eat together with you and loves to hear you say itadakimasu and gochisousama deshta for the food

When you surprise him by making a meal for him, for each dish he’ll compliment all the ways that you used an ingredient really well and how you were artistic with the food🫠

Loves to see that you’re interested in cooking but of course wouldn’t want you cooking alone so oftentimes he will join you and he thinks it’s a nice exercise in relationship building

Akechi

Since he’s really popular as idol detective and working cases with the police he hardly has time to eat often taking short meals and vitamins to make up

But he understands and appreciates the importance of enjoying a home cooked meal

Likes to think about how different parts of a dish complement each other

Really just likes to have company and maybe some good music to enjoy food

Other times if he’s not so busy with work he’ll meal prep over the weekend

I think he would really strong flavored foods or foods with subtle taste since they take advantage of deep flavors and seasonings

He would loved to make you a simple breakfast of toast with herb butter and fresh preserves with steamed egg something light since neither of you eat much in the mornings

Also don’t forget the glass of water and tea with your neals

No matter what kind of cook you were he would appreciate what you make no matter what and will always eating everything even if it was one of your “failed experiments”🤣

Will try to guess/name all the spices and ingredients your food in the end saying your food is delicious

Maruki

I don’t want to say he has lots of time to make a meal

But as someone who spends a workday in the councilors room during school he has plenty of time after school or during the weekend to do grocery shopping and he’s very diligent about it too

Loves to think about reactions that take place in the food and likes to use wine to cook and other ingredients

Sees the benefit for meal prepping but won’t do it so much

Loves to have a whole feast almost trying to get foods of all colors while also having nutritional value like fried eggplant and chestnut rice!

Honestly he would appreciate it if you cook for him but he does it for himself so often he doesn’t mind and actually prefers to be the one cooking

Wouldn’t mind if you sat and watched him 🫠

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Photo Credits: link

#ren amamiya fluff #ren amamiya x reader #ryuji sakamoto x reader #ryuji sakamoto fluff #yusuke kitagawa x reader #yusuke kitagawa fluff #maruki takuto fluff #maruki takuto x reader #akechi goro fluff #akechi goro x reader #persona 5 #persona #persona fluff

[pedrito-friskito]

I'm back with another!! Fluff prompt #1 for Frankie, please 😇💜 (sorry I'm on mobile so I can't copy and paste it 😬)

yay fluff!! this was actually the same request as the one I got for Joel from @iamskyereads - but this one took a very different turn!

(prompt was: “Should I stop talking?” “Don’t, your voice is very soothing.”)

this was VERY self-indulgent, and it got a little (a lot) spicy, but I would truly do anything for Frankie Morales so so here we go!

eventual smut under the cut!

requests are open until saturday midnight!

the cold

(word count 1.7k)

Frankie is a suck when he’s sick. Like, man-cold to the nth degree. He’s a baby, in every sense of the word. But you can’t help it, taking care of him every way you can.

Flu season is a bit of a write-off in your house. While you fill your body with antioxidant teas and immune-boosting vitamins, Frankie thinks it’s all bullshit, waving off your offers with a mumbled, “I don’t get sick.”

Except, he does.

It starts fine; it always does. A bit of a cough, clearing his throat repeatedly, rubbing at his nose and making that scrunched-up expression you secretly love (more so when it’s not the first sign of impending sickness…). He asks for soup for dinner, grumbles at you that his throat is sore, takes longer, hotter showers than normal. But he powers through, refuses to call into work cuz, “It’s just a bit of a cold, baby. I’m fine.”

Except, he’s very quickly not fine.

His truck is in the driveway when you get home from work, which is your first clue. Frankie’s almost never home before you, and as you pass his truck on your way to the door, you can see wads of tissues scattered on the bench seat, lozenge wrappers decorating the dashboard. You sigh as you fish your keys out of your pocket, unlocking the door and stepping inside. He whines as soon as he hears your shoes on the tile.

“Baby, I’m sick.”

You have to stifle your giggle, unloading your work bag and purse from your arms, toeing off your shoes and locking the door behind you. “You don’t say, Francisco.”

He’s sprawled out on the couch, wrapped in the flannel blanket that usually lives on the back of the sofa. He doesn’t look well, to start; his skin is pale, his forehead shining with a thin sheen of sweat, his eyes bloodshot. You step to the back of the couch, leaning over and touching the back of your hand to his forehead. He’s warm, too, and holds your hand to his skin with something like a whimper on his lips.

“Your hands are so soft, baby.”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes as you head for the kitchen. “Have you taken anything?” you ask, beelining for the cupboard where you keep the meds, fishing out a package of cold and flu, along with another baggie of lozenges and one of the echinacea teabags you’ve been hoarding since he first started coughing. “Fish?”

“No,” he calls back, clearing his throat, which sends him into a coughing fit. You pop two of the pills out of the blister back, fill a glass of water, returning to the living room and perching on the coffee table as he stops, offering the water.

“Drink,” you command, and he listens, clammy fingers brushing yours as he takes the glass. “And take these, too.”

He makes a face as he takes the pills from you, wincing as he swallows. “I hate being sick.”

You shake your head at the big suck he’s turned into, reaching out to brush his hair from his forehead. “I know, baby.”

The rest of the evening is spent waiting on Frankie, and you go full nurse-mode on him. A box of tissues is left on the coffee table, along with more lozenges, a bottle of water, and a cup of tea with honey. When he starts coughing again, you find a tub of vapour-rub, and order his shirt off, perching on the coffee table again so you can smear the stuff on his chest. It helps some; you can feel his breathing even out a bit beneath your hands, his lungs less rattle-y against his ribs.

He whines when you take your hands off of him, and you settle onto the couch instead, pulling his head into your lap while you find something to watch on Netflix. One hand still rubs at his chest, the vapour-rub long absorbed, but every time you try and stop, he nudges at your arm, makes some unintelligible noise, begging you to continue.

“How was your day?” he asks, his voice a little nasally, sniffing loudly as you hand him a tissue.

You tell him about your day at work, launching into a story about your coworkers. You ramble a bit; usually you two have a big, long chat over dinner, which usually cascades out onto the couch after you’re finished tidying up, so you have lots to say. And you keep rubbing at his chest, his skin hot against your palm, his head rising and falling with your breaths.

You’ve been talking for nearly twenty minutes, and you realize he hasn’t said a word. He started out with quiet affirmations he was listening, uh-huhs and oh reallys interjected every so often, but it’s a been a while since you heard one.

“Frankie?” you say softly, not wanting to wake him if he’s asleep. “Honey, should I stop talking? Why don’t we get you to bed, hmm?”

“Don’t,” he rasps, turning over onto his stomach, burying his face in your lap. Your hand moves to his hair, curls sliding around your knuckles. “Your voice is very soothing.”

“Oh, is it?” you ask, smiling as you move your hand through his hair, making a little moan fall out of him. “I’m sure it would be even more soothing in bed.”

He shakes his head against you. “Don’t wanna move.”

“How about the shower?” you ask, and his head perks up instantly, sleepy eyes blinking at you.

“You gonna join me?” he asks, and you laugh.

“Yes, Fish,” you reply, ruffling his hair. “Don’t trust you to stay upright without me.”

It’s the fastest he’s moved all evening, kicking off the blanket and waiting for you to stand up. He wobbles a bit as he gets to his feet, and you fit yourself under his arm, leading him down the hall to the bathroom.

He looks dead on his feet as you shuffle him into the shower, the spray nearly as hot as it’ll go, filling the bathroom with steam. You strip yourself quickly, pulling the curtain back into place. Frankie slips his arms around your waist as soon as you’re within reach, leaning his head into your chest, his back pressed to the cold tile.

“Comfortable?” you ask, angling yourself so he’s not getting sprayed directly in the face. He nods into your collar, and you sigh as you feel his hands slip lower, palming your ass as he pulls you a little closer. “Frankie.”

“Huh?” he mumbles, kissing at your collarbone. “What, baby?”

“You’re sick,” you say, coming your fingers through his wet hair, slicking it back over his head.

“But I need you,” he almost whines, head moving up so he can suck at the skin of your neck. “Always need you, even when I feel like shit.” He pauses, wrenches his head up and coughs towards the wall. “Especially when I feel like shit.”

“Breathe deep,” you tell him, rubbing your other hand up and down his back. “The steam will help.”

He fits his face back against your neck, hands roaming your body again, and you can’t help but lean into his touch a little. He knows your body better than you do, knows where to squeeze and caress in just the right way, sending sparks of heat to your core.

You feel him twitch against your thigh, and you can’t help yourself, moving your and around from his back, down his arms, over his stomach. He groans in your ear as you skim your fingers along his waist, over the curve of his stomach, and he twitches again, cock filling at your attention.

He squeezes your ass again, his other hand reaching between your legs, but you push him away. “Baby—” he starts to protest, nose still buried in your throat.

“I’m taking care of you, remember?” you mumble against his hair, kissing the crown of his head. “Let me.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll take care of myself later,” you say, revelling in the gasp that slips from his throat as your fingers close around his cock. “I’ll let you watch.”

He groans into your throat, arm going tight as anything around your waist. You stroke him slow, bringing your hand to your mouth after a moment and licking a stripe up your palm. He groans louder when you touch him again, your spit and the water easing your movements, making him pulse in your hand. You curl your fingers tight, thumb riding the thick vein along the underside of him, and he whimpers into your neck, clawing tighter at your waist, pushing his hips into your hand.

You know his body just as well as he knows yours.

You move your other hand to the base of his neck, fingers still knotted in your hair and tug lightly, just enough that you can press your lips to his forehead. “You gonna cum for me, Frankie?”

“Uh-huh,” he breathes out, nearly stuttering the response as you push him back slightly, until his back is flush against the tile again. You pump him fast and hard, just like he likes, thumb swiping against his sensitive head on every upstroke. “Fuck, baby, please.”

“Take it, Fish,” you whisper, holding him close, your hand moving faster on his cock. “C’mon, baby, wanna make you feel good.”

“Feels so good,” he groans out and pushes his head back as he cums, ropes of white spurting onto your stomach, over your knuckles, dripping onto his thighs. He stutters out your name as he goes, head tipped back against the tile, eyes rolling back in his head. You stroke him through it, savouring every sound he makes, the heat and pressure between your own legs pulsing in time to your heartbeat. Later.

You only slow when he starts to whine, one hand pushing at your own. You tug him beneath the water again, letting the hot spray wash you both clean, and he fits himself against you, hand roaming your body once more.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he mumbles into your neck. “So fucking good to me.”

#sleepover saturday #my fics #frankie morales #frankie morales fic #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales headcanon #frankie morales smut #frankie morales fluff #triple frontier #triple frontier fic

[mordenheim]

Vitamin D For Growth

Just a fun little growth-filled tale for the wonderful @goattrain Author Icon by the lovely https://www.furaffinity.net/user/redband.jackalope

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Alice grumbled, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. The poor goat was covered in bright green goop from horn to hoof. Wincing, she pulled off her shirt as she felt the gunk soaked into her shirt sucking at her skin and tugging at her fur.

“Never thought I would have to wear a hazmat suit into the company greenhouse.” She grumped out loud as she finished peeling off her clothing. Apparently they had been testing some sort of plant food int the sprinkler system designed to magnify the plants' photosynthesis. However instead of coming out as a fine mist it blasted out right on top of poor Alice as a thick green slime.

Tugging off the last of her clothing and tossing it straight into the trash, she stomped off to the walk in shower. Her little hooves clopped cutely on the tiles. Throwing open the glass door she stepped inside and closed it behind her.

Reaching for the faucet handle, the one thing to go right today was that the new water heater was working perfectly. There was no waiting for warm water as her fur was doused by a warm, steamy blast. She turned slowly in the downpour for a few moments, rubbing her three-fingered hands over herself, relieved when the gloop seemed to be water soluble. She looked down at her hooves to see it gurgle and slurp away down the drain.

Rubbing the water out of her eyes, she reaches out a grabbed her bottle of deep cleaning shampoo that was ironically also a dark green color. She popped open the lid and took a sniff, enjoying the scent of tea tree oil and cucumber. Squeezing a hefty dollop into her hand, she started scrubbing it through her fur, working up a nice, thick lather.

She let out a soft baa as she was enveloped and warmth and scrubbing the thick, wonderful smelling soap through her fur, scrubbing every last inch of herself until she felt the fur squeak through her hoof tipped fingers as it rinsed clean. She could barely see anything through the thick cloud of steam that followed her dripping form as she stepped out of the shower.

Drying her soft fur on a towel that covered up most of her body, she made her way back over to the mirror. Not paying too much attention at first, she reached out to wipe away the condensation, then gave out a bleat of dismay.

“Wha.. wait.. WHAT?! I'M GREEN!!!” She practically shrieked, looking down at herself. Her fur was indeed a pale mint green and her hooves were a much darker shade. Looking back into the mirror she could see that her little horns were the same shade of deep green and even her normally pink eyes had taken on an emerald hue.

“Al! When I get my hands on you I'm gonna… I'm… ah, forget it… I'm tired…”

Not even bothering to wrap the towel around herself, she dragged it dejectedly down the hall to her bedroom. She tossed checked to make sure that there were no green stains on the white terry cloth and tossed it into the hamper. She took a moment to slip on some comfy flannel pajamas, buttoning the shirt up the front before just flopping onto the bed on top of the sheets. She'd overheated a little in the shower and needed to cool down. Before she knew what was happening, she drifted off to sleep.

Morning came, the sun rose, and the birds began to sing in the branches outside of Alice's home. A beam of sunlight fell in through the open curtains of the window beside the cute goat's bed, landing on the back of one of her hands.

The fingers splayed out flat as though trying to soak up as much of the sun as they could. The fur thickened a little, looking shaggy before her hand grew. Her fingers lengthened and thickened and the palm expanded. Her forearm stretched out of the cuff of her shirt before the arm within it inflated a little. The growth spread up her shoulder and through her body. Her breasts blossomed and ballooned out a little causing gaps to form between the buttons of her top as it stretched up, pulled away from her bottoms and exposing her soft belly fur.

It spread to the other arm and up to her head, her horns scraping against the headboard before spreading downwards. Her rump widened a little, straining the durable flannel cloth a bit. Her thighs bulged outwards a bit as her growing hooves stretched away from her cuffs.

The sun continued to rise, pouring more of its light into the room, bathing her in its warm, inviting glow. She gasps, squirming in her sleep, smiling as she feels a warm, comforting energy flowing through her, settling into the pit of her stomach. It was like she had just eaten a bowl of the most wonderful, comforting soup you could imagine.

The growth was more powerful now, more evenly spread throughout her body as she stretched and swelled. Buttons snapped off and were scattered across the bed as her breasts burst forth. Her thighs shredded through the tough cloth, as did her rump. Her fur thickened and took on a lovely shine. The more of her body that was exposed to the sun's rays, the more it seemed to speed up.

It was the crash and the sudden drop to the floor that finally awoke her. She looked around the room, finding that her bed had broken underneath her giant form. Not the first time she had experienced this, she took it in stride and pushed herself up off of the floor. Her horns immediately stuck up into the ceiling. She sighed and prepared to duck out of the room when she felt her horns push upwards, deeper into the plaster of the ceiling. She hadn't just grown, she was growing, and fast!

Gripping the tattered rags of her clothing about her as best she could, she rushed through the house towards the front door. Every window she passed she wanted to slow down for a moment as the wonderful sensation she felt in her sleep returned, but she didn't know how fast she might be growing and didn't want to ruin another house! Each doorway she passed through she felt like she needed to duck down a little more until she finally reached the door to the back yard.

She threw open the door and was bathed in bright sunlight. She gave a soft bleat as the last strands of her pajamas burst and fell away and she was forced onto all fours by the ceiling! Crawling as fast as she could, she squeezed her upper body through the door, barely. She shifted onto her side as her hips wedged in the opening, swelling rapidly as she placed her expanding hands on the outside walls and hauled herself out with an audible CRACK! She shivered and whined a little as she felt her hooves sliding farther back INTO the house as her legs stretched and grew. Crawling rapidly, she pulled herself free of the house and stood up in the morning sun.

She felt herself filled with that wonderful energy again as her fur fluffed out even fuller. She wanted to stop growing, but it felt so good at the same time. She was so conflicted as she slowly backed away from the shrinking house. There was a loud crunch as her deep green hoof came down on the wooden fence at the back of the yard.

“Why is this happening?!”

She suddenly froze. The warmth of the sun replaced by a cold chill as she watched the world around her shrink. The goop that she had been doused with, that turned her green was supposed to increase the photosynthesis of plants. Meanwhile she was stuck outside on a gloriously sunny day. Taking a deep breath, she opened her giant maw to bleat:

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!”

#goattrain #goat #macro #growth #female #uneven #unaware #clothing #ripping #tearing #rippage #destruction #furry

[gooseloverfiction]

Care

Driver x Reader

A friendly neighbor to the rescue...

Hurt?/comfort, mention of sickness, sfw

Word count: 1051

You haven't seen your neighbor for two days now… 

His car stood where he parked it when two of you came home at a similar time, so you knew he didn't move it. 

You looked at the clock and a big pot of spaghetti. You always overestimated the amount of it, but since the guy next door praised your cooking multiple times, you thought he wouldn't have a problem helping now too, right? 

His absence still gnawed at you and you wondered for a moment if anything happened? 

Shaking your overthinking head, a small pot filled with hot food in your hand, you left your apartment and took a few steps to the door next to yours. 

Three knocks… 

Silence. 

Next three knocks. 

You leaned a bit to listen but there was nothing on the other side. 

Your fist hovered in the air but you dropped it, ready to leave. 

Just when you were going back, a figure stood in the open door. 

He didn't look too good. His always combed hair hung loosely above his forehead. Blue eyes a bit watery and bloodshot. Rosy cheeks were too obvious to miss with his pale skin. 

“Hi,” you tried to sound casual but your caring instinct was kicking in, seeing him in a state like that. 

The man nodded, swaying a bit when he tried to lean on a door frame.

“I've made too much spaghetti, would you like some?”

He licked raspberry-red lips and nodded slowly, moving in manner suggesting you can come in. 

“Where should I…” you've started, passing him and he moved his hand vaguely in some direction. 

“Kitchen” his raspy voice almost broke in the middle of the word. It didn't sound too well. 

With his hunched form walking behind, you reached a small kitchen and put the pot on an empty stove.

You bit the inside of your cheek and decided to be bold this time. 

“Are you okay?”

Looking at him it was obvious he wasn't. He sat at the small table and slowly nodded. 

“Just a bit sore,” he managed to get out with a hoarse voice. 

“Doesn't sound like it, may I?” you moved closer with raised hand and he simply closed his eyes, sighing. You were better at reading him with each passing minute. 

Feeling his forehead being really hot, you put your palm on his neck, trying to feel his warmth and at the same time his pulse. It was definitely quicker, you thought, but the way he leaned to your touch made you reconsider the reason for his heart pumping blood so fast. 

“I think you have a fever. Did you take something?” you took your palm, which made him open eyes and look a bit lost. 

Shake of the head, wince. His hand shot to his temple, rubbing it. 

“Do you have any meds? Are you allergic to any?” you were already going toward the corridor and door. He moved from his seat and followed you, swaying a bit.

“No and no” he managed to say, clearing his throat with a grimace. 

“Okay, give me 5 minutes, I'll bring you something”.

A nod. 

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At the 5 minute mark, the door opened, right before you could knock. 

Your neighbor had changed, and probably took a shower, his hair damp and fixed. Seeing him in a white t-shirt with an open button and some pair of sweatpants was something new. Although sick, he looked a bit more relaxed. Normally he would always be vigilant even behind the closed door of your apartment, when you two were alone. 

“Lay down and I'll be there in a moment,” you said, rushing to the kitchen and counter. With a thermometer in one hand, bottles of pills under your armpit and a glass of lukewarm water, you moved swiftly, peeking in an open bedroom. Of course he was sitting, waiting for you.

Putting everything on the nightstand, you took the thermometer and wiggle it, making the man take it and open his mouth obediently, putting the probe under his tongue, holding it in place with his lips. 

“I have something for your throat and vitamins. I'll run for something more if it won't be enough.”

He shot you a tired look, something you read between gratitude and also surprise. Seeing how sparse he lives and that he wasn't home most of the time made you think that he didn't have much of people that would take care of him. 

When the thermometer beeped quickly, you knew he was above 38 degrees. 

You read 39,5 (103F) and frown. Grabbing a few pills you tossed them and gave him a choice. You didn't want to impose your care on him. 

But he took meds and swallowed everything, drinking half of a glass at one go.

“Now, off to bed,” you commanded and smiled seeing him comply. 

Before you got up, he grabbed your hand and started to talk, drifting off at the end of “Could you stay, plea…”

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You did stay. Checked on his sleeping form a few times, putting blankets on him and fixing them whenever he tossed in his slumber.

Whenever he stayed still, you managed to put a cool compress on his forehead and when his consciousness was back made him drink some warm tea. 

With the evening behind the windows, you stood at the stove, heating up the spaghetti. He should eat at least something and pasta was soft and smooth enough to eat, even with a sore throat. 

With a small bowl of the meal, you knocked on the door frame, hearing in a kitchen that your neighbor woke up. 

Peeking inside the room, you saw him sitting in a darkness, his back propped on the wall. 

“How are you feeling? You should eat something…” you started, putting the bowl on the nightstand, instinctively reaching to his forehead, now much cooler. 

“Thank you” came a whisper and a calloused fingers grabbed your palm, pulling it to his lips, planting a small kiss inside your wrist. 

It was intimate and felt… natural. You would lie if you would say you didn't want it since the first time your eyes crossed on the parking lot, all those months ago. 

You smiled sheepishly even tho he couldn't see it in the dark. 

“Any time…”

#Driver #Drive #ryan gosling #x reader #Driver x reader #comfort

[just-a-sleepy-idiot]

Dr Heinrich Volmer Imagine: Him taking a liking in you

Content/Warnings: Major Spoilers, Female!Reader, Virgin!Reader, Age gap, Reader having a wet dream, Somnoph1lia so Dub-con, Fingering, Slightly innocence kink, Reader is of a noble blood line, No Hannah in this version

You were the newest addition to the hospital, and when he first gazed upon you in the hallway he thought you must be visiting. You were a young woman, no, a Lady. Something about the way you looked around and spoke so softly reminded him of the nobles during his times without the stiffness and superficial elegance.

One might think that you were normal, a tad bit too young to be coming here, but otherwise normal. He couldn't disagree more. Maybe that should have been his first sign that you were destined to cross his path.

He chose to introduce himself to you directly, politely asking who you were visiting all the way up here. You smiled gently, with an unfounded kindness that pierced him as you returned his gaze.

You told him that you were send here because you felt unwell and that you were send here by your relatives to recover. His smile froze for a second, the thought of seeing that young, pretty face of you decay in the way all of his patients ended up.. was displeasing.

You introduced yourself as well to him now and if only he had known that the sound of your name would haunt him for days to come.

Every time he looked through patient lists from then on his eyes would always dart towards your name without his intent, lingering there and feeling tempted to mouth the syllables.

It was taunting to feel this way, especially since he was incredibly aware of your progressing infection. Every treatment, every glass of water you were handed guided you further towards death.

Especially when he would see you in the hallways afterwards, passing each other by accident when he paused to ask about your wellbeing, knowing very well how you must be feeling at this day and rate.

You were touched by his concern, because he clearly didn't just briefly check in with you. He insisted you'd tell him your full state of mind and how you've been settling in so far. Suggesting you'd take a seat and take your time filling him in on all the details he guided you to a more secluded bench outside in the sun.

He marveled at the way you closed your eyes and bathed in the sun, stretching yourself towards the light like a flower.

You told him about how you were feeling a little unstable health wise, but that you were glad to be here and thankful to be taken care of. You praised him for repurposing this beautiful place to help others and gently put a hand on his arm before retrieving it with a hint of youthful embarrassment at the touch. He was enamored and mortified at the same time. He couldn't let you decay like this.

It was the same day when he asked the staff to take you to his office and welcomed you with much more delight than he would have wanted. He gifted you a bottle with 'Vitamins', saying that you should regularly take a drop in order to get the optimal health results.

You thanked him for his gift and expressed that you were surprised but moved that he went out of his way to make sure you were well.

"But.. even when I do start to feel better, I wouldn't want to miss our conversations. I enjoy talking to you Doctor Volmer.."

You blushed, visibly conflicted with want and shame over your behavior. It made his heart beat faster. You.. you were something special. You made him inhale deeply, feeling his eyes flutter as he tried to contain his desire to close the remaining distance and taste your lips with his.

"I have made a decision. From now on I will assign myself to personally take care of your needs. If you have any issues, or no issues at all please feel free to approach me."

You widened your eyes and looked up at him with that innocence and wonder, it drove him absolutely crazy.

"You.. would do that? For me? I.. cannot thank you enough!"

He smiled mildly and observed you for a moment, not bothering to say anything as he just looked at you.

"Of course. Now, I held off your sleeping schedule long enough. Please go to bed and rest."

That night he assigned his staff to research about you. To find out your origins. Because something told him that you might be an equal, a pure being in a world full of superficial ambitions and chaos.

After he dedicated himself to being your personal Doctor he didn't miss upon any opportunity to come closer to you. He always asked to be let alone with you the moment you requested a check up of any sort. You took the vitamins but to not make it suspicious you were still exposed to the hydro therapy. That significantly slowed down the sickness but it didn't fully protect you from it either, so you did need some assistance at times.

Doctor Volmer subtly used these times alone with you to ask you about yourself. One time he couldn't help himself and used your stomach ache to ask you if you had any sexual partners in the last time. You blushed and adverted your gaze, saying no you didn't. He lifted his gaze in return to look at you, for a moment you were silent before you explained that you were a virgin.

The smallest smile briefly graced his lips, his eyes lighting up for a moment. He paused in his breath involuntarily as well for a moment. Oh how.. delightful, how delicious that made the images that passed through his mind now and then.

He had imagined your reaction if he were to abuse your trust in him and to just touch you during his examinations. How flustered you'd get, asking him what he was doing only for him to reassure you that it was all part of the treatment. You would moan and quiver and you wouldn't know what was happening to you..

The fact that you were a virgin only made it better. Oh how much he would like to spread those legs and delve in between them to taste that innocence himself..

He assured you that there was no need to be ashamed, and that you would surely cherish the moment even more since you waited. He knew he sounded like he was berating you since he was much older than you, but the truth was that was thinking of himself as your first time. It was more like was trying to comfort you for what he hoped was to come.

Doctor Volmer didn't make any plans on seducing you, he didn't even plan on sparing you from his treatment yet he couldn't help but.. delay it. Because he was conflicted and frankly he didn't know what to do with you.

You confused him, you captured him and if you didn't have such a clear reaction to him he would think that you'd think him too old for a young Lady such as yourself. But clearly you weren't averse to him as well.

These conflicting thoughts and feelings were resolved though, when his staff reported on your heritage as he instructed them to do. And his feeling turned out to be right.. you were pure after all. You were the last member of a fellow noble family that used to be close to his.

You were.. perfect. You were perfect even genetically.

He had to have you.

Of course he couldn't go and tell you the news, as much as he wanted to. But he couldn't help but pay you a visit anyways. You would be sleeping by now but.. he needed to see you. He would officially start courting you now.

He didn't knock before coming into your room. He spotted your sleeping form on the bed fast asleep, yet there was something that seemed to disturb your sleep even before he stepped in.

Volmer stepped closer with a frown as he saw your distressed face, your chest rising quickly with heavy breaths leaving your lips. Should he wake you? He was about to release you from what seemed to be a bad dream when a soft moan erupted from you. It was quiet but he couldn't unhear it.

The man took a seat on your bed and curiously looked down upon you, questioning wether he interpreted that moan right. Another sigh came from you, so yearning that it tied him in. Caught his breath in excitement when he realized what was going on.

You were having a sexual dream..

"Mh.. Doctor.. Doctor Vol..mer.."

He wet his lips, his piercing blue eyes filling with a newfound possessiveness. You were dreaming about him! You were desiring him, in more ways than he initially expected. What did you imagine he was doing to you?

His eyes trailed down to your nightgown before his fingers slightly grazed over your breasts. It made you quiver a little but you arched your back a little as if leaning into the sensation. That made him chuckle darkly. Oh Darling.. you were so starved for this kind of touch, you were so responsive right away.

He gently groped your breast before rubbing your nipple over the fabric of your nightgown, feeling them becoming hard. If it wouldn't wake you up he would rip it apart to look at all of you. He growled in frustration at the discipline he had to hold up right now to not to exactly that.

He pushed your blanket aside and placed his hand on your leg now, slowly pushing up the nightgown over your thighs. Your skin was soft and warm. He reached further under the hem now to come in contact with your clothed crotch. You shook a little, his eyes shooting up but seeing that you haven't woken up yet. He used two fingers to slide through your clothed folds, feeling you up and registering that you were already a bit wet from your dream. He smirked.

Volmer then pushed his hand under your panties and almost groaned when he felt how soft and warm and wet you were.. you were so inviting that he felt himself becoming aroused. He briefly closed his eyes before feeling you up before he found what he was looking for.

He gently stroked over your clit, earning another moan from you as you pushed your head to the side with a frown. He couldn't help but chuckle again, enjoying your reactions so much already.. he then continued to circle your bud and gently pushing against it. It made your legs quiver.

But what he was incredibly tempted to do.. what he was so curious about was what he aimed for next. Your entrance. You were a virgin so he might not come far.. but oh to be the first to do this to you..

Volmer pushed in two fingers and immediately felt your walls tightening around you. It made his own arousal grow visibly as he imagined himself inside of you like that. God.. how much he just wanted to climb on top of you and take you right there. Hiking your legs up and sinking himself into you.

You moaned so softly, full of such innocence that made it even better. You didn't know this feeling yet you didn't want what you thought to be a dream to end.

He started pushing his thick fingers into you before retreating slightly and building up a rhythm in which he pushed himself in and out of you again.

Your breath picked up and he hungrily watched your reaction before-

"Ah! M..hh what.."

You woke up, but he didn't bother to stop, drinking in your facial expression as your gaze fell down and you witnessed him fucking his fingers into you.

You were shocked but that couldn't stop your arousal as your gaze darted back to him with the biggest blush he had yet seen on your face.

"D-Doctor Volmer what.. are you doing?"

He smirked and started touching your clit simultaneously, making your eyes widen as your lips quivered trying to withhold a sweet moan that escaped anyways.

"I came to check on you but you were dreaming.. and I know you were dreaming of me so I decided to make it come true Darling."

The petname flustered you and your eyes fluttered as you were both so shocked yet taken away by this overwhelming feeling.

"B-But.."

He enjoyed himself so much, seeing you stutter and making a little effort to cover yourself even though he was pounding his fingers into your pussy. So cute.

"Just let me take care of you hmm?" He hummed and climbed over you, fingers not leaving their place or stopping in their tracks as he attacked your neck with kisses. He felt you clenching around him and groaned against your skin before gently biting your shoulder once, quickly returning to kisses as he trailed down your neck.

"D-Doctor Volmer.." He hummed darkly and groped your breast with his free hand, "Yes.. say my name.. what is it Dearie?"

"I feel like.. I'm.."

He knew what you were going to say regardless of your incapability to finish your sentence. So he pounded into you more heavily, taunting your oncoming release with the way he circled over your clit.

Your legs spread involuntarily, much to his delight, and you grabbed onto his shirt when you felt your orgasm wash over you. You buried your head in his shoulder when you came undone and released the sweetest moan into his ear.

He smiled as he drew back to look at you, retreating his hands from your body, but not without gently trailing over your waist and thigh.

"You feel amazing love."

You looked up at him with the upmost embarrassment and swallowed hard. That was when your eyes fell downwards, noticing an equally hard thing in his pants.

"Don't worry about that. We'll take time before I will do this to you." He spoke with a certainty, as if he was absolutely sure that this was going to take place.

He picked up your hand and kissed the back of it as he climbed off you. You sat up at the same time and watched in awe as his blue eyes captivated you.

"I'll leave you be now. We will see each other tomorrow."

With that he shot you a last look before straightening his jacket and leaving the room...

What was going to happen with you? And was going to happen between you two?

To be continued? Comment if you liked it!! (;-;)

#a cure for wellness #Doctor Volmer #Doctor Volmer x Reader #Doctor Heinrich Volmer #Baron von Reichert #Jason Isaacs #Dr Volmer Imagine #Heinrich Volmer Imagine

[protege-not-protagonist]

Finally getting around to mailing this letter

Dear Reid,

As you are a guy who never or rarely sleeps, I would love to know your morning routine. Do you have one or just accept the fate that it’s morning and carry on?

- <3 a concerned “normal” fan

Hello dear Bridgeoverstrawberryfields,

Firstly, I am delighted to have a "Normal" fan. Usually I am a firm believer in the notion that no one is normal, but I understand that you are saying it with the intention of distinguishing yourself from "fans" I've had in the past. The declaration is much appreaciated. Especially considering that you are asking about my routine. Which, as you probably know, being a fan of mine: showing interest in another person's routine can be associated with stalking. But you seem genuinely interested and concerned for my well being, so I will reassure you that I am doing well.

You seem concerned that I am not getting enough sleep and I can understand why you may think that. As you may know, my sleep is heavily affected when I experience high levels of stress and emotional distress. Even on a good day I would never call myself a morning person, but the type of insomnia I experience (Acute Maintenance Insomnia, if you like specifics,) means I don't find much relief in staying asleep longer. Sometimes I'd rather face the day.

But I am happy to report I do experience that less of late. It is actually rare that I don't sleep. I prioritise it, because of my predispositions to certain neurological conditions. Repeat lack of sleep puts me at a higher risk of developing these. But also sleep is essential for brain function, and I in particular, need my brain to be at its best. Believe it or not, studies have shown it is actually just as bad to drive drunk as it is to drive tired. Not that you should do either. I am just using that to support my point, that it is important to me. I am dedicated to my sleep hygiene and I try my best to get the recommend 8 to 7 hours. But this was not always the case.

Also to add to that, I really prefer to stick to routines. I actually admire people who can just be spontaneous with their mornings and can adapt to each day as it comes. But for me, trying to keep things consistent feels more comfortable. With my job back at the BAU sometimes I couldn't stick to my routine, or now, sometimes I just have off days. These are days that as you so eloquently put, I have to accept fate that's is morning and carry on, incorporating as many elements of my ideal morning routine as I can.

So without further preamble, here is my 'ideal' Morning routine:

Wake up before 7 am, preferably (more like rarely,) at 6:00 am, but I will admit this is harder to do in winter.

Light stretch, this has been proven to help wake up the body, but also help the brain to forget any bad dreams had during the night by engaging it in movement rather than retention and filing of memory

I like to get changed into clothes before breakfast. Again, the change of clothes further helps the brain by signalling that sleep is over because the sleep clothes are off and the day wear clothes are on. Also this is when I put on my socks. I choose them randomly. I think of my socks draw as a daily lucky dip.

I brew my coffee. I did go through a stage of trying to limit my caffeine intake and drink herbal teas, but benefits of not having caffeine were outweighed by the discomfort and utter misery not having a morning cup. And actually there's plenty of benefits to having 1 or 2 cups a day. Sometimes I do have tea, but only if Garcia makes it. I don't know, what she does that I don't, but I can certainly taste it.

I make a light breakfast, this is usually toast or a plain cereal. I'm not much of a breakfast person unless I am eating out with friends, ( I will have pancakes if that's the case.)

I also grab a glass of water to have along with my breakfast and coffee. This keeps me hydrated (because I forget to drink water, a lot.) and helps me take my vitamins as well.

I take supplements proven to be beneficial to people like me. I take magnesium, vitamin B12, vitamin D3, Omega 3, Vitamin C, Echenasia and probiotics (which I know I could get naturally but I hate the mouth feel of yoghurt )

With my coffee, breakfast, water and supplements, I will sit at the table and eat while reading about 4 physical newspapers and then I try to complete the crosswords. People think I'm good at them, but I'm actually not too proficient at it. Although I most likely know the answers in my vocabulary, it takes me a while to get my head around the wording of the clues, they are often quite vague, so I like the challenge.

Afterwards, I wash up and then go back to my room and make my bed then brush my teeth. I use this time as a sort of quiet reflection and run though what I've got to do that day. This is also when I look in the mirror and decide whether or not I should attempt to style my hair. These days I am usually happy how it is.

Before I leave for the day, I do last minute errands like check my fridge and shopping list, if it is an even day, I will water my plants that Garcia gifted me. If it is the end of the week, I will check that the automatic feeder for my fish tank is full so my tetras won't be left to starve if I get called away suddenly.

So there you go, very mundane. But I find being able to do this provides me with a sense of order and domesticity to my life that I didn't always get to enjoy.

-Sincerely yours, Dr Reid

Taglist: @bridgeoverstrawberryfields @cultish-corner @pleasantwitchgarden

Sorry for that being super long but if we are honest Spencer would absolutely write a response this long. As I was writing, he just kept wanting to say more. I let him cook.

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[bitchfitch]

Vase Story.

So when i got Gummy Vitamin she was like. Bright yellow. Ok, which is the normal color for a honey gourami. She's also an extremely skittish fish. I knew she was skittish when i got her and got her specifically because she was such a scaredy cat.

We get home an she goes into the tank, a nice semi natural set up. Parameters are good, she has plenty of places to hide. she has the tank all to herself.

She spends hours glass surfing and over the next few days her colors start darkening from stress, to the point i thought she was beginning to express male coloration. I double check everything and figure she's just stressed from the new environment and try to give her a few more days.

Her colors get darker. I think, ok... I have the tank at 6.8 maybe she's used to higher pH and just isn't vibing with the natural range? over the course of the next few days i raise the pH up to about 7.4, which is the pH in the water at the shop i got her from, still stressed still glass surfing and darkening up to the point she was a murky brown with only hints of yellow.

Ok then maybe there's not Enough places to hide. more plants. Still showing signs of intense stress.

Parameters are perfect. There's plenty of places to hide, I've matched her water to her old homes, and shes Still stressed. What more could she want or need?

What did she have at the store that she doesn't have here?

Well when i bought her she had this crappy plastic vase decor item in her tank that she hid in. Maybe getting a solid hide like that would help?

And yeah. it did. She doesn't use the vase at all but she's started making bubble nests, stopped glass surfing entirely, and is starting to lighten back up. Overnight improvement. This fish wanted a vase.

#sorry i didn't like. guess 'vase' was the missing parameter gummy. most fish dont have opinions on pottery you see.

[xelinezeddiorsstuff]

Chapter 1: Make it out

"An escape to meet others like me means breaking down connections such as what happens within"

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I open my eyes, I am standing in the middle of the ocean near my house. The breeze was strong, the sky was a dark grey, and the waves of the ocean were big and dangerous. It was almost like a typhoon. Something didn't feel right at all. In fact, it was like another presence was there with me. The wind blew stronger, I felt like it was about to push me, but for some reason, it didn't.

I look around only to see nothing but the whole ocean surrounding me. But then I hear a voice and I recognise it, it was my mom's. "Isla tulungan mo ako please" (Isla please help me). I froze I haven't heard her voice since I was 8 years old, the words kept repeating.

I slowly turn to the direction of her voice but it was too late the water around me became blood and I started to hear sobbing. I tried to move but for some reason I was stuck, it was like being trapped in a box or something. Then I tried to scream, nothing came out. Then my mom appeared infront of me looking at me, angrily.

"AHHHH!" I screamed as I woke up. I look around me and suddenly felt safe to see that it was my room that I saw. I tried to calm myself down by doing the breathing exercises my aunt told me to do. My forehead was covered with sweat and tears started to form in my eyes. I continue to do the breathing exercises until I finally calmed down.

"It was one of those dreams again." I sighed as I get the glass of water I prepared for myself in case something like this happens again. These days it's becoming more and more frequent for some reason.

I put the glass down and looked at my phone. It was 2:30 am, it was the time of day once again. I leave my phone and start preparing for my daily swim. Normally I would do this in my family pool but there isn't a crime in doing this in the ocean, but my extended family thinks of it as a crime. Maybe this is the time to prove them wrong.

"Vitamins are taken, My temperature is normal and regulated, skin checked. Alright time for my swim." I say as I go downstairs and head for the front door.

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I get out of the house and lock my door. I put my keys in a pot of plants, knowing no one will get it since I'm mostly the one who takes care of the garden. Then I head out into the ocean. The night was cold, and I shivered as I walked down the beach since I was only wearing a robe.

The dream I had would have been a sign, people will think it would be a sign to not get into the water but I knew that it was definitely a warning for something else. The dreams keep coming back, I haven't had them since I was 18 but they came back 6 years later. I start to think to myself as to why they came back but then stop when realised I was already at the spot.

Thankfully this part of the beach is private property of ours. I look around me to see if maybe a family member was out or if someone came looking for me but thankfully no one came looking for me. I took off my robe and walked into the ocean nude.

My body then started transforming. Scales appeared in several parts of my body, and gils started to appear. My hands started becoming webbed, and most importantly, my tail, yes I am indeed a Serena (Filipino siren). My mother was a siren. She was also famous as she caught people's attention in her siren form.

I look at webbed hands only to see how poor the condition of my siren form was, my webbed hands were stiff and slimy unlike a healthy Serena where it is flexible and rubber like, my gils felt clogged and I couldn't breathe properly, and lastly my tail and scales they were loosing their original color from a bright red tail to a Grayish pink. I knew I wasn't crazy. The pool that my aunt kept me in since they thought it was safer was more dangerous than they thought.

The pool chemical were killing my siren form slowly, but they wouldn't see the problem. A Serena needs natural minerals from natural bodies of water in order to maintain our fish like bodies. 'Hopefully, I have enough time before they wake up to at least help myself in this form,' I thought as I began swimming around

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It has almost been four hours at most. My Serena form started to heal almost immediately, but I knew it still wasn't enough. I explored parts of the ocean that was near the beach, the oceans in the Phillippines are so polluted I wasted nearly half my time picking up trash and objects from the ocean floor. There was nothing exciting about swimming in that area since there was nearly no fish or anything, but I knew I had to stay just for my own health.

Another hours passed and I was relaxing on the ocean floor when all of a sudden I saw a familiar boat, my cousins boat. I immediately swam up since I knew they were already looking for me.

"Isla, Isla!! Isla bumalik ka na, galit na si tita!!"(Isla, come back, Auntie is getting mad already) I heard from underwater before popping my head out.

"Nandito na ako, bakit naman sila galit eh kailangan ko naman talaga ng tubig para mabuhay" (I'm here already, why are they even mad when I really do need water to survive) complained. My cousin then pulled me up and gave me a robe.

"Eh kasi naman alam mo may mga mangingisda na dumadaan dito. Baka makuha ka at ibebenta ka sa palengke sa Presyong 100k" (Well, because you know that there are fishermen who pass by here. Maybe they'll catch you and sell in the market for the price of 100k) My cousin joked, and I just kicked him while he was rowing back to our house.

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We finally reached the shore of our house, and to no one's surprise my aunt was there, full on ready to scold.

"Anak ng tokneneng, ilang bese ka na sinabihan Isla na wag na wag kang lumangoy sa dagat. May swimming pool naman tayo bat di mo yun gamitin?" (Son of a bitch, how many times do we have to tell you not to swim into the ocean. We have swimming pool, why dont you use that?) My aunt said.

"Tita sinasabi ko naman sainyo na kailangan ko ang tubig ng dagat para lang di masira ang Serena form ko eh. Lagi kong sinasabi sainyo di kayo naniniwala." (Auntie, I already told you over and over that I really need the oceans water just so that my Serena form won't fall ill. I keep telling you all, but you guys don't believe me.) I said as I started to walk into the house.

"Isla ano ba, alam mo naman may mga mangisngisda dumadaan doon. Gusto mo ba mamatay?" (Isla, what is it with you? You already know that fishermen pass there. Do you want to die?) My aunt yelled as I went into the garden and grabbed my keys from the pot.

"Eh pinapatay niyo na nga ako ng onti onti sa pool na sinasabing niyong mas safe. Tita, namamatay na nga yung Serena form ko di niyo ba nakikita?" (Well, you guys are already killing me bit by bit in the pool that you guys say is safer for me. Auntie, my Serena form is dying, don't you see?) I yelled as I approached our front door.

"Oo nakikita ko pero isipin mo naman kami, di kami Serena kagaya ng mama mo at baka patayin ka pa pag may makikita sayo. Kung sana lang may lugar talaga na para sa mga Serena lang talaga eh o kahit anong monster na kagaya mo puntahan namin para sayo. Kaso wala eh wala tayo magawa." (Yes, I see it, but think about how we feel, we're not Serenas like your mom, and it's possible that you can die just from someone else seeing you. If only there was a place for just you as a Serena or maybe even other monsters, we would go there just for you. But there isn't and there's nothing we can do.) Aunt said before giving me a towel and some slippers.

"Kung meron ako mahanap na Lugar para saakin kung saan di ako papatayin, papayagan niyo ba ako pumunta doon?" (If there was a place that I found that it just for me, where I can't be killed, will you allow me to go there?) I said as I dried my hair with the towel. "Oo, bibigyan kita ng pera para pumunta doon. Pero parang impossible eh. (Yes, I'll give you money just to go there. But it's just impossible.) My aunt said going inside our house.

'I don't think it's impossible. I'm not the only creature in this world. There has to be a place. I'll research on it after work.' I thought to myself as I headed inside my house.

"Ate Isla kakain ka po ng pang umaga?" (Isla will you eat breakfast?) My younger cousin said as he sat down on our dinner table. "Sorry but I still have to prepare for work," I said as I looked at the clock it was 7:12.

"Work from home ka naman, okay lang yan ah. Di mo naman na kailangan maligo." (It's just work from home, though. That's just okay already. You dont need to take a bath) My cousin teased. "Kuya naman," I said as I was still drying my hair.

"Isla, bakit ka parin nag oonline sa trabaho mo na yan? Diba pwede ka naman mag face to face sa trabaho mo?" (Isla, why are you still online in that job of yours? Aren't you allowed to have it f2f?) My cousin said. "Eh kasi naman si tita ayaw ipa face to face ako. Tsaka, just being safe lang siguro." (Well, because Auntie doesn't want me to go face to face. And you know just being safe, I guess.) I said as I walked up the stairs.

Once I was in my bedroom, I could hear my auntie complaining about me, how insensitive I was, how irresponsible I was, I was already used to how she was so I gave it no mind but it still bothered me so much that I just decided work will take my mind off it.

I prepared myself for work, took a bath, and set up my workspace but not without greeting my boyfriend, Mark, I our usual good-morning texts, we've been distant these days but I know that it was because of our work, who would've guessed that a model and an online psychiatrist would have a loving relationship.

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Timeskip

It was about my lunch time, I knew that my cousins were out and so was my auntie so I was eating lunch alone or was I? I thought of maybe calling my boyfriend for lunch, we used to do that when he was travelling but when I opened his message I saw that he didn't answer my text this morning. I just thought he was busy, so I just went ahead and heated up the leftovers that were left from breakfast and went back to work immediately.

Another hour passed I was finishing up with a regular client of mine when my phone to started to ring in the middle, I was about to decline it when my client and said that it was okay for me to answer since it might be important. I thanked the client and looked at my phone to see who was calling. It was Mark.

'Finally, maybe he's going to ask me out after my shift." I thought to myself as I answered the phone.

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"Love! Kamusta naman?" (Love! How are you?) I said excitingly, but then I heard him sigh, my stomach dropped, and I already sensed that this may not be good.

"Fine, but we have to talk. When does your shift end?" He said coldly, I don't know what's going on. Did something happen to him? I quickly removed those thoughts.

"The session that I'm having right now will end around 3:00. I could meet you by then. Where will we meet?" I said trying to control my voices, my siren senses and gut feeling are telling the same thing. This will not end well, his change of tone, the way he has distance himself from you in any way unlike before, the way he just sees your messages but never replies. It's all leading to one thing, a breakup.

"I'll go to your house by then." He sighed. I start shaking, I wasn't prepared for this. I have been so avoidant of love until I met him and we've been together for so long ever since my last year of highschool. We knew that our career paths would make it harder for us but I didn't think it would lead to this. Even if he hadn't said it yet, you already know that it's coming, it's coming to an end.

"Alright, be safe driving. I love you." I said with a trembly voice, everything started to become blurry. It felt like more weight was put on your shoulders. "Okay." I heard him say while he hanged up the phone.

I was about to breakdown by then but I knew I still had a job, I took a deep breath and went back to my client. I knew myself well enough that after that phone call, I'm not going to be myself at my work but I thought that maybe just maybe I could at least put in decent effort just for my client.

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3 pm came, I was hoping that time would stop at that very moment. While you were having that session, you couldn't help but pray that the minutes would go slower. I pray that he would change his mind on the way there, but you thought wrong. I saw the notification. He was there already.

I was hesitant to go down, I already knew what was about to happen, but I still didn't want to face it since I loved him so much, more than I know. But then I told myself that maybe if I pull through this quicker, the faster I have to go through it. I took a deep breath and headed outside.

Once I was there, I saw him. His face was showing little to no emotion. The hope that I held on suddenly disappeared, just by looking at his face. It wasn't like the first time he came to my house, where I ran to him with joy and excitement. Now I could barely move. I slowly approached him, and each step felt like I was going towards a cliff. Then suddenly I was in front of him, this felt like I was on the edge of that cliff.

"Isla, I think you know where this is going already. I know you have strengthened senses from your Serena nature from my call earlier." Mark said as he brought a box.

"Just say it already, I know we fell apart from our careers and I know there isn't anything I can do anymore. Even after I tried so hard to keep what we had." I said as I look at the box he was holding.

"No... it's not because we fell apart." He sighed. I look at him, senses were picking up an emotion that wasn't supposed to be in this. Guilt. Maybe he was guilty for falling out of love with me, I told myself to wait patiently for him to speak.

"Isla, I'm so sorry... I cheated on you. I cheated on you with another model who I worked with and now she's pregnant." He said as he gave me the box. Everything around me felt like it dropped. I wanted to scream, to punch him, to cry, but I couldn't. My mind was blank, the only thing I could think about were the possibilities of who he cheated on me with.

"So you're breaking up with me just because she's pregnant? Why didn't you do so sooner?" I asked with a shaky voice, but I really did mean that question. He was already cheating on me. Why did he wait until the girl got pregnant just to break it off? I think it was obvious by now since he always said he wanted a family, but did he really have to cheat for that? I was willing to be a bride for him anyway. I was ready.

"Isla, I'll be honest with you whenever I thought about a future with you. I felt uncomfortable with the fact that my child wasn't going to be like the other kids. You told me you spent your life avoiding kids in the streets since you were always afraid that once they find out that you're a Serena, you'll be killed." He explained.

"Cut the crap. Just say that you want a normal family with a normal woman. After everything we've been through. Did that all mean nothing to you?" I yelled, starting to feel tears going down.

"No. I just really want this, and you're just not.... you're too focused on work. And I may not be a Serena, but I feel like something bigger is coming for you in your job." He paused to look at his watch. It was 3:13 pm, 13 minutes passed, but to me, it felt like a whole hour. I don't know how to feel now, am I supposed to be angry? Am I supposed to be sad? Was I even supposed to feel anything? Fuck, I don't know.

"I'm sorry but this is the end for us Isla. I'm so sorry but I have to go, we both still have jobs to do but be safe hope you find another person who loves you." He said as he patted my shoulders. I looked at him and nodded, I didn't know what to say at that moment. He went into his car and began to drive off.

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As his car began to drove off. I began to breakdown, all of the emotions that I held onto for so long have finally left me. Betrayed, hurt, and empty was all I could feel.

"Isla?" I turned around to see my cousin standing behind me. I started to wonder if he saw the whole thing. "Diba sasakyan yun ni Mark? Ano nangyare.." (Isn't that the car of Mark? What happened...) He paused when he looked at me. Tears would not stop falling. I suddenly felt him hug me, then grabbed my arm slowly so that he could bring me inside.

"Kuya...." I sighed. He put me down on the couch and pulled out a tub of ice cream. "Buti nalang naiisipan bumili ng ice cream. Nagcracrave kasi ako eh nung ko papunta na ako dito. Teka lang, wag ka muna mag kwento kunin ko muna ang mga kutsara at baso." (It's good that I thought of buying ice cream. I was craving it while I was going back here. Wait for a while, don't tell me just yet. I'll just get the spoons and cups.) He said as he stood up and went to our kitchen. I'm thankful that he was here by the time Mark left because knowing how he looked at me as his sister instead of cousin, he would've beaten Mark up.

"Eto na. Yung mas malaki na baso para lang sayo." (Here it is. The bigger cup just for you.) He gave the cup and spoon. "Now, tell me what's going on? I'll just speak English for this one for you to know the therapy vibe." He joked, trying to make me feel better, which did make me giggle a bit.

"Mark and I broke up..... but he also revealed to me one thing." I whispered with a shaky voice. My cousin then looked at me as he was scooping the tub of ice cream, silently asking me for an explanation. "Turns out, he was cheating on me, and now he got the girl pregnant." I explained. My tears were starting to come out once more, and all the thoughts came back to me, but just then, I was cut off by spoon falling.

"I'm gonna fucking kill him. I FUCKING KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP WITH HIM" My cousin yelled as he stood up and marched through the door. I stood up quickly wiping my tears and grabbed him. "Kuya please. Tapos na, umalis na siya at di na rin yan babalik dito." (Kuya please. It's done, he left and he won't come back here ever.) I pleaded with him because I know him well to know that he would get his hands bloody just to protect me but in that moment I just really needed him to comfort me because I was about to breakdown again and I did since I started sobbing and feeling my tears.

Then it was like he read my mind since he just hugged me and brought me back to couch. Usually we would talk about what our problems were and how to fix it but all I needed right now was a distraction from all this. I was so thankful he bought ice cream since it really was comfort food. We just both sat there in silence enjoying our ice cream and the others company.

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"You know.." I turned to my cousin who finally spoke up after half an hour of silence. "Right Auntie told you that if there was a place just for you or any monster in this world, she would do anything for you to be there." I look at him with sudden excitement because my senses were telling me he was going to show me something.

"Well... I have to show you something!" He exclaimed while grabbed his laptop out of his bag. "I hope the ice cream didn't make it wet." He whispered as he got his laptop out of his bag. "You could've just told me to get my laptop upstairs you know that?" I jokingly asked. "That wouldn't make it special." He stated as he started to open his laptop. I started to question what the hell he was going to show since he looks really excited to show mr what he found, he was typing somewhat aggressively on his laptop which made me even more curious.

"Here!" He said turning his laptop to me. I looked at his laptop and it showed me a school website, the school name was Nevermore. I took a closer look at his laptop to see all of the details, the more I read the more excited I get. It was like a finding a part of you, you didn't think exists, feeling like this is finally your place, feeling like you finally found the answers to you problem. "This.. is amazing! Kuya, where did you find this?" I asked excitingly while scrolling the page even more.

"My coworker told me she recently came back from a trip to Vernont and stumbled across that school. She told everything about it or at least everything she heard from people from the town that was located in." He explained. That's when I looked at the location of the school. It was in America, meaning I could possibly go there with my own money. "I don't know.... what will Auntie think?" I asked since I was worried that despite her words from this morning, she would not allow me to go.

"Sabi niya nga, kung may mahanap kang lugar para sayo dun ka na daw. Kunin mo na ah may job application sila o, tignan mo." (Well, didn't she say if there was a place for you, you'll be there. Take the chance already there's a job application going on, look.) He pointed at the website, and I took a closer look at it to see that there was an opening for a guidance counsellor.

"Wait, why is there an opening for a guidance counsellor position if there's literally a therapist they visit in the town that are located in?" I asked, scrolling to the part of the oage where it showed that they have a therapist they could console to named, Dr. Valerie Kinbott.

"Di ko rin ngay alam. Tanongin mo nalang pag ininterview ka." (I really don't know as well. Maybe you could ask when you get interviewed) He answered. I just nodded my head but then I looked at him with surprise when I realised what he said. "Anong interview?" (What interview?) I asked nearly shouting because of how surprised I was.

He looked at me for a second and laughed. "Surprise! I got you an interview for that job. It's going to be this Friday, do your best." He answered while patting my shoulders . I look at him with wide eyes, not knowing how he did it. "Well, to explain this, I kind of hacked into your work email and emailed the school during lunch since I know that's the time you don't check emails. It was wrong, but like this is a really great opportunity for you." He explained. I looked at him mouth agape, so many things had happened within the past day, honestly it's overwhelming.

"Thank you kuya, buti nalang na Wednesday ngayon at Friday yung interview para may ako makaprepare pa ako para sa interview na eto." (Thank you kuya, it's good that today is Wednesday and the interview is on Friday so that I still have time to prepare for my interview.) I sighed, not knowing what to feel since it's been a roller coaster. First I get scolded and talked shit about by my auntie just for taking care of myself, secondly my long term boyfriend cheated on me, and now my cousin just revealed to me that he hacked into my work email and got me a job in a place that could accommodate my occult. The emotions are mixed and I know that my cousin could tell.

"Marami kang pinagdaanan ngayon Isla. Pero isipin mo ng ganito, kung di mo toh kunin at di ka na talaga paoayagan sa dagat ni tita. Mamatay ka talaga. Kahit pagbigyan mo nalang yung interview na yan. Kung hindi ka nakuha edi atleast ginawa mo ang lahat, diba?" (You've been through alot today Isla. But think of it like this, if you don't take this and you won't ever be allowed in the ocean everr again by auntie. You will die. If you don't get chosen for the job then atleast you tried right?) He comforted me while hugging and rocking me, he used to do that every time everything got intense at home.

We pulled apart and I feel he secretly has a mind reading since he immediately went into the cupboards and pulled out my favorite wine. "Sabihin ko kay tita di ka kakain ng pang gabi. Mag rest ka muna, umiyak, sumigaw, or suntukin mo unan mo. Ilabas mo lang mga emotions mo. (I'll tell auntie that you won't eat dinner. You should rest, cry, yell, or just punch your pillow. Just let out all of your emotions.) He said while I took the wine out of his hand. "Dalhin mo muna yang alak na yan, ako na sa mga baso at ice cream" (Bring that wine of yours, I'll handle the cups and the ice cream.) He added.

Nevermore...

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Rita Calhoun couples headcanons 1/? 

Gives nose/forehead kisses

Both of you, but Rita mainly. Especially after a long day, she’ll wrap you in her arms and kiss your forehead as you fall asleep. 

Gets jealous the most

A little of both, but you know deep down that the two of you only have eyes for one another. Sometimes you’ll flirt a little with someone else in her line of sight, so when you get home she’ll fuck you into the sheets, remind you that you’re hers. 

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk

Rita will pick you up, and make sure you drink a glass of water before bed. She’ll leave advil for you on the nightstand and take you out to breakfast in the morning when you can finally stomach food again.

Takes care of on sick days

Both, but Rita dotes on you when you’re sick. She’ll show up at your door with supplies and ready to take care of you. Rita doesn’t get sick very often, and recognises the symptoms when they first start coming on, so she’ll treat it straight away with a vitamin c shot and clean eating. But if she does get sick, she turns into the biggest baby and needs constant care and affection. 

Drags the other person into the water on a beach day

Both, but you’re normally first in the water and Rita follows you in. 

Gives unprompted massages

Rita, especially after you’ve had a long day. She’ll pull your legs into her lap and massage your calves, or if you’re both in the bath she’ll ease all the tension from your neck and shoulders. 

Who drives? Who rides shotgun?

Rita almost always drives on trips, her hand resting on your thigh for most of the journey. You’re put in charge of the music and snacks for the road.  Throughout the work week she has a driver so she can work from the back seat. 

Brings the other lunch at work

Both of you, but Rita mainly. She’ll drop by your office after a meeting so she has an excuse to see you. 

Has the better parental relationship

You. Both of Rita’s parents have passed, and prior to that her relationship with her mother was already strained. But yours isn’t perfect either. 

Tries to start roleplaying in the bedroom

Both of you, but you don’t delve too far into it, there are no costumes or alter egos, instead just stricter bdsm dynamics or dom/sub roles.

Embarrassingly drunk dances

You. Rita is an excellent dancer, and would never drunkenly embarrass herself on a dancefloor. 

Still cries watching Titanic

Both of you will claim that you don’t, but you’ll catch one another shedding a few tears at the end. 

Firmly believes in couples costumes

Neither of you. 

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas

Rita, I think this one is pretty self explanatory. 

Makes the other eat breakfast

Rita, but it won’t be her cooking breakfast. She’ll make you a bagel or cut up some fruit if she has the time, but most likely she’ll remind you to pick something up on your way into the office, or she’ll walk with you and stop along the way. 

Remembers anniversaries

Both of you, but Rita is more likely to plan an extravagant date or trip to celebrate. 

Brings up having kids

Rita, but only so she can gauge whether or not the two of you are on the same page. She doesn’t want kids, but is amenable to a pet of some sort. You both want a dog but know you can’t juggle the responsibilities of one with your schedules, then there’s talks of a cat but Rita doesn’t like the idea of it’s claws digging into the furniture, then it’s a firm no on a rabbit or gerbil, finally you both agree to a goldfish.

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no one asked for this, but i had a migraine this morning and one last week so ed gets one too, sorry ed <3

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Ed knows it’s early before he even opens his eyes. The problem isn’t the time, or how disoriented he feels despite Stede sleeping soundly right beside him. No, the problem is the incessant pounding just behind his eyes and at the left side of his head. Ed knows it immediately, so inescapable and constant and so familiar by now that Ed knows without a doubt that he’s got another fucking migraine.

It hadn’t been that long since his last one, he’s sure of it. He’d check the app Stede had insisted he try out, the one that tracks them, but that would only make everything worse. The thought of the bright light of his phone makes Ed physically wince, so instead he extracts himself from Stede and the million thread count sheets he buys for them, and makes his way to the bathroom with a silent, practiced ease.

His vision blurs at the edges, and he tries to look in the mirror anyway, just to be really sure it's a migraine, as if he isn’t already. Even that small effort hurts his eyes, makes him a little nauseas with the effort. Sighing, Ed focuses on shaking out two of the migraine pills he keeps by the sink, always in the same spot, always within reach, and swallows them down with a sip of water from the glass he keeps there, too.

That’ll be easier, won't it, darling? Ed can hear Stede as he makes the suggestion, his eyes warm and worried when he realizes just how frequently Ed deals with the migraines.

Ed switches off the soft overhead light and shuffles back to bed. He’s not surprised to find Stede awake, really. Stede's not a light sleeper in general, but he always seems to notice the moment Ed isn’t in bed beside him anymore. Ed’s spent lots of long, lazy mornings tucked beside his husband, letting him sleep while Ed reads and pets the cat, forgoing coffee because he knew the second he left, Stede would wake up, too.

“Y’alright?” Stede asks, muffling a yawn into his hand.

“Mm, migraine,” Ed says quietly. Talking feels strange even to his own ears, too loud somehow for all of his senses, and he can’t resist wincing again as he settles himself back into bed. His eyes feel nearly as heavy as his head, and he hopes he can sleep off the worst of it, have a shot at a decently normal day by the time he wakes up in the morning. Stede curls in close again, and Ed can feel him peering at him even with his eyes squeezed shut.

He pries them open to look at his husband, and, in his matching pajama set and sleep-rumpled hair, all Ed really wants to do is kiss him, though even that small effort feels arduous.

Stede makes a fond, sympathetic face, leaning over to lay a hand on Ed’s cheek. “Poor Edward,” he murmurs, keeping his voice low and even. Before Ed can reply, though, there’s the telltale jingle that lets them know Meringue is awake now, too, and she leaps gracefully up onto the bed before Stede can stop her. She plants herself on Ed’s chest, like she knows exactly how shitty he’s feeling, and promptly starts to purr against him.

Ed wants to cry, a little, at the way the cat makes it her mission to join him whenever one of his headaches strikes, not to mention the way Stede has developed an entire migraine system for him, determined to make them easier in any small way he can. The app, the bathroom setup, the reminders about vitamins.

Fucking vitamins. Edward Teach was not a vitamin guy before meeting Stede, and now look at him, curled up in bed with his small, perfect family and his fucking pounding head and it’s not even that bad.

How could it be?

“Can you sleep with her like that? Should I…” Stede trails off when Ed shakes his head, opening his eyes again to kiss the cat on the head and pet her between her ears.

“Can’t kick her off now, can I? She thinks she’s healing me or something. Probably is, for all I know,” Ed mumbles.

Ed can hear the smile in Stede’s voice when he replies. “You’re definitely a daddy’s girl.”

“That’s both of us,” Ed says through a yawn. The medicine will be kicking in soon enough, and he really is still too fucking tired to think straight on top of the pounding in his head.

Stede curls in close beside him, stroking his hair just the way Ed likes, soothing him right along with Meringue, and yeah, his eyes feel a little hot with tears just then, a little overwhelmed by all of it on top of his head trying to fucking kill him.

“Feel better, darling,” Stede murmurs, and that’s the last thing Ed remembers before he’s out again, just like that.

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12:08 And I have 44 Calories Left

 This is probably the thing that kills me the most. Breakfast: 44 grams of toast and 120 grams of beans (I think it was kidney. I have to eat them so I can get the rest of the gluten and lecithin out of the house. I have an allergy so this might be counterproductive, but I also don’t want to create food waste so it’s kinda like a catch 22) This would have been 122 for the bread and 174 for the beans, and I’d have been fine with just my 4oz glass of orange juice (55) to take my b-vitamins complex in (Major problem with super low iron lately and the calcium and vitamin c in the orange juice is SUPPOSED to help the absorption... but I still felt exhausted and passed out today once around 8 or 9 am.)

I pulled a nasty-ass grimes and cooked up my bread in one tablespoon of salted butter (100) cuz it’s another thing in the fridge I’m trying to get out of the house, and then I had the rest of this tangerine jam I bought months ago cuz I’m sure it’s on it’s last legs. (167) That brought me to a whopping 618 calories for breakfast.

Lunch: Lunch I’m rounding up on one count, the soup. I made this great beatrice potter soup, basing the herbs and ingredients off her books and subsequent cartoon. I’ll put the recipe below:  It’s 2.5 lbs of fresh beetroot and 45 grams of raisins braised with mint and dill with 1.5 t of parmesan and half a cup of coconut milk (would have been cream but I’m no longer buying dairy, the parmesan was already in the fridge) and you bring that to a boil with some dried basil, thyme, and oregano with a pinch of salt and pepper and grated lemon. When that comes to a boil you turn it down to a simmer and slowly stir in one tablespoon of honey before letting it stew off to the side. Then in a separate pot it’s 24 oz of sweet peas, 2 lbs of sweet corn, 4 stalks of celery, 986 grams of red cabbage (not purple ik they look similar but it does matter. the purple does not mesh well) 303 grams of red onion, and 1.5 T salted butter to first brown the onion, then add the cabbage, and season with basil, a pinch of nutmeg and cinnamon, salt, pepper, a sprig of fresh mint, and more oregano. (ik it sounds weird to have the nutmeg and cinnamon in it but it really is a tiny amount and adds a big difference, making it feel like there’s more depth and warmth to dish without becoming overpowering or adding anything ‘spicy’ etc.You steam the cabbage over the sautteed onion until it’s soft, then you stir in the peas and corn. And while those are going you peel 3 lb of sweet yams, chop em thin, and bake those on 425F with oregono, mint, and dill, w a dash of salt and pepper... and again just a tiny little pinch of nutmeg. Do NOT Skimp On The OREGANO)!! 20-35 minutes later the sweet yams are done, and you throw everything in a crock pot and mix it together a smidge w 10 c of water and your choice of stock/better than bouillon. I used a veggie based fake beef and mushroom blend. Cook that for 4hours and bamo! (On mine it’s “low” but mine runs hot so I’m not sure the perfect temp if anyone does try and emulate this). Anyhow, that gets you 4029 calories for the entire pot (and I’m counting potentially evaporated calories like the T of olive oil I had to grease the yam pan with etc. which is 50 servings of 1/4 cups, at 80.58 calories each. So a “normal” portion of 3/4 c bowl is only 241.74 calories! Anywhore, so I haf one 3/4 cup serving of that for lunch and then 31 grams of corn chips. I rounded up and called this 100 cal per 1/4 c even though Ik that’s false, but it makes me comfortable in knowing I’m definitely not being too liberal w my servings. So lunch was 466 calories. I also have a sore throat today cuz I drew blood the last three nights from my esophagus. ~Ik Ik see a doctor yada yada yada blah blah blah go bye bye now it happens~ So I allowed myself three talll mugs of tea with 1/2 a T of honey each. Each mug is 3 cups of water boiled w an herbal tea bag except for the one black tea which Ik I shouldn’t have had but I couldn’t wake up all day today so I needed SOME Caffeine.  And I had one medium basic red apple, from a brand called “cosmic” which makes me kinda mad at my own stupidity, cuz I thought “cosmic” was a new TYPE of apple I had yet to have before (and I’m a whore for apples. Total massive connoisseur. I have a genuine unadulterated and pathetic obsession/passion for applesand if I knew how to have an orchard that’d probably be my dream job. To eventually create a new breed of apple. Shoot me I’m a reject it’s fine. But whatever so I’m guessing that’s around 100 calories cuz that’s what my calorie counter app said and I don’t want to fixate TOO hard (like this massive ass essay isn’t already me doing so) I also had two cookies. That was legitimately bad. 130 calories of SUCK. And my honey needs today got the better of me so dinner was 1/2 a cup of plain oats with a quarter cup of unsweetened coconut milk, a teaspoon of molasses, a teaspoon of flax, annnnnd cold brew. Cuz mama needs her cold brew. And yes I am saying that in the voice of Louside from Bob’s Burgers rn. Fight me. Ik that I’m below my needs. 44 more calories. And I’ve spent an hour and a half writing this (minus the shower break to try to remind myself how fat I am so I’ll keep going and keep calories away from my big face hole’s gluttonous gob). Somehow this doesn’t count as obsessing tho? Lol I’m such a loser. I’m not hungry, but I’m expecting I’m gonna want more of those chips cuz they’re bloody delicious and they’re what fucked me up last night. ‘just a wafer thin crisp’ fuck me.  The worst thing about this whole ordeal is that the calorie tracker I use says I’m on target to be 107 lbs by December 25th. And I totally get that the slower you lose the better chance you have of a. keeping it off. but more importantly, b. not relapsing with anorexia. But like fuckety fuckety fuuuuck. I want to be 99 BEFORE I move. I know that’s crazyballs butI’m just not enjoying the idea of being fat. Well... my version of fat. Which is a bmi above 19.I just wanna get out of the 20s for bmi and get out of the 120s that my fat fuck binging did me in for last night. Waking up at 122 was a recipe for depression.Recipe below: Stir equal parts of lard with shame in a vad of quicksand over the period of ten minutes. Watch as your life congeals into a blimpie’s ad. Die on the pot, puking at 3 am and upsetting the shit out of your house plants. Rinse, Cycle, Repeat. Definitely debating changing the goal. But I also am well aware I shouldn’t, primarily because I might just cement myself to failure if I try to cut my calories any lower than they already are. 1,590 was today. My budget is 1,634. That sounds like such a lot but I do see myself ramming through it right quick. Fuck I want those goddamn tortilla chips. But I fucking know if I nab em I’ll be threatened over the shower drain again. (Another reason for taking my shower now, before there’s enough temptation come along to purge out). I’m fighting so hard the urge to purge or c&s lately. I just want to stop being a fatty fat PIG. Wish me luck guys. Really trying to get these 14-20 lbs off in a logical and healthy way and not become an advert for death by anorexia. 

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