#then today ate nothing and didn’t drink much either

[latitudesunknown]

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#took kitty to the vet last friday #coz she’d barely eaten in days #her bloodwork once again came back perfectly fine #but vet said she had laryngitis #gave her a shot and gave me some pills #shot must have been magic coz she started eating as soon as we got back home #ate amazingly well for 3 days then tuesday stzrted hesitating again #then today ate nothing and didn’t drink much either #but even more worryingly #has been throwing up about every two hours since noon (it’s 11pm) #first time i attributed to her gorging herself on catnip but after that… #she drank one hour ago and threw it up 5mn later #now she’s sleeping peacefully next to me #needless to say i am beside myself with worry #i’m calling the vet first thing tomorrow #i wanted to wait a bit coz i figured her throat was hurting again but #the vomiting makes me so anxious #please send healing vibes her way #god i don’t expect to get a wink of sleep tonight

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “he a eater, he ate it for lunch” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — munch!jk, lots of pussy eating, rimming, cum-eating(?), brief fucking, unprotected sex, jk’s obsession with pussy eating, little to no dirty talk, reader being her cute bimbo self, talks about sex (jk’s made fun of), man’s a ass eater too btw

Jungkook didn’t care that people were staring at him for having a handful of your ass sitting in his hand. He used his hold to gently guide you around the store, steering you away from places you tended to wander off to. He didn’t want you leaving his side, especially since you were in those pretty pink velvet shorts.

You looked adorably slutty today.. With your little white hairclaw, a matching pink sweater with a white tank top that made your tits pop out beautifully and those damned shorts that hugged your ass tightly. To top it all off you were drinking your little pink drink because Jungkook couldn’t say no when you asked for Starbucks before the store.

So here you were, happily sipping on your drink and walking about the store with him. He held the basket with ease in his other hand as he listened to you ramble on and on about your classes and stuff that had happened prior. Jungkook only hummed in response with the occasional “Yeah baby?” while he picked out stuff he needed for his apartment.

“I got a perfect score on my essay today, the teacher even says that I would make a heck of a lawyer with my arguments!” You giggle, bouncing in excitement as you twirl to face him with puppy eyes, “But I wouldn’t wear those ugly colors they all wear, I would make my suit a different color like baby pink..maybe even pastel purple.”

Jungkook quirks a brow at this, “A lawyer? Are you gonna help me out in case I ever get into trouble?” He teases. You shake your head no with a ‘mm-mm’. “Oh? Why not baby?”

“Because if you’re my client I won’t be able to give you a good luck kiss for the trial..” You pout.

Jungkook laughs, “You’re so fucking cute.” He ruffles your hair and then pats your bum, “Alright, to the seasoning aisle, we’re going to make some spicy ass chicken curry tonight.” He nods his head in the direction of the exit, “And you can’t back out this time y/n, you promised you’d eat with me.”

You pout at him, “But-but, it’s too hot for me! It makes my tongue burn and my tummy upset.” You try reasoning with him but he isn’t having it either. He asks you to get something he needs from the lower shelf and without thinking much of it you bend over to get it.

Jungkook’s mouth gapes open, not only is your beautiful ass on show for him, but the shorts dip low to expose the hem of your thong. Not just any… the fucking g-string he got you with those gold letters on the back. “JK” stares back at him almost tauntingly, shimmering in the light as the two letters dangle from the pretty chain on your g-string.

“You’re wearing them?” He says in shock, “I didn’t think you’d actually use them..” He trails off given your reaction to the panties last time.

You stand up straight and tilt your head, “The panties you got me? Oh yes! They looked cute with my outfit so I put them on. Everyone thought it looked so pretty on me! Jihyo even asked me to ask you where you got them from because she wants her own too.”

He looks back down at your ass and curses because he can’t think of anything other than the g-string sitting underneath. “I think I got everything I need.” He rushes out.

That’s how you find yourself in the backseat of Jungkook’s car, legs tossed over his shoulders and hands tangled in his hair. Your shorts are long gone and the thong is hanging around your ankle, dangling around as your leg jerks every so often from the pleasure. There’s loud slurping noises that emit from between your thighs.

Jungkook works his tongue over your clit slowly, trailing down below to your slicked up hole. He flicks his tongue over and over, swiping it from side to side and up/down. The radio does nothing to obscure the slick and gushing noises from your pussy.

���Mmm,” you hike your thighs higher and press them against your chest, “stop teasing me,” you huff quietly, “you’re no fair.” You say, hooking your hands under the back of your knees and holding your legs up for him.

Jungkook doesn’t reply, instead he takes your ass in his hands and spreads you wide on his tongue. He nibbles on your clit teasingly knowing that you like the overstimulating feeling it gives you. His finger teasingly rubs against your puckered rim, he finds it cute that you tense up and whine at him to leave the backdoor alone.

“Jungkook,” you whimper out, toes curling as his tongue swipes over your swollen clit repeatedly.

Jungkook softly pants and pulls away, letting spit dribble down your cunt as it slides down between your ass cheeks. “Best fuckin’ meal.” He licks a stripe across your cunt to prove his point.

You wiggle around underneath him and gyrate your hips towards his mouth invitingly. You desperately want his tongue back on you, and you’re fucked stupid at this point and can’t collect your thoughts properly. “J-Jungkook,” you softly whine, drool slipping past your lips.

Jungkook coos softly, “I know baby, lay back, don’t need to worry that pretty little head about anything.” He dives back down to lick over your pussy over and over again.

More moans poured from your lips as you closed your eyes in bliss. He worked his tongue over and over again against your sensitive clit. You catch a glimpse of his expression and find him with his eyes closed, he moves from your clit to your gushing hole as he basically makes out with your pussy. His nose occasionally bumps into your clit and that alone is enough to send you into an orgasm.

“Mmm..!” Your back arches and you hold on to his hair to keep him in his place.

Jungkook slows down to let you ride out your orgasm in peace, his grip on your cheeks loosen and he greedily slurps up your cum. Your legs feel like jello as they drop down from his shoulders and you lay there trying to recover from the intensity.

“Thanks for the lunch.” Jungkook grins, patting your sensitive pussy gently.

+

The apartment was filled with loud laughter and the sounds of beer bottles clinking together. Jungkook was surprisingly alone tonight, so that called for a guys night with him, Jimin, Yugyeom, and his roommate Seokjin. Beer and fried chicken were given of course.

“Feels like I haven’t seen you in forever!” Yugyeom slaps Jungkook on his shoulder, “Your little girlfriend be occupying all your time, she doesn’t leave any for us man.” He whines.

The others agree with nods, Jungkook simply shrugs, “I rather hang with her than with you guys, Jin I see you everyday so you don’t count.” He nonchalantly says.

“Brat.” Jimin sticks his tongue out, “Name some fun shit you and y/n do, and sex doesn’t count.” Laughter erupts around the living room.

Jungkook takes a swig from his beer, “We’re always out and about buying shit from different places, it’s fun to shop for home stuff and shit. I run errands with her, we watch anime here or at her place. We play street fighter, go out to eat,” he shrugs, “we do a bunch of shit together. Productive shit.”

The boys collectively nod and Yugyeom clears his throat to speak, “That’s cool, I see why you hang out with her now. I mean I believe Kook on this one, my girl’s friends with y/n, she says y/n’s really fun to hang out with.”

“Who? Jisoo?” Jimin asks.

“Yeah, she always tells me what they talk about and shit. I didn’t know they talked about our sex life so often, Kook she talks about you too. Jisoo called you a munch.” Yugyeom laughs, elbowing Jungkook.

Jungkook snorts, “I don’t care I eat pussy, is that a crime?” He smirks with his hands raised, “I meannnn.. If you aren’t eating her for lunch and dinner something’s wrong with you. It’s a fucking crime even,” Jungkook slaps Yugyeom on the back.

The guys laugh loudly and Seokjin manages to speak in-between his laughter, “It’s true, I probably walked in on them like three times by now. All three he’s down there gettin’ to business with her. Don’t think he’s exaggerating, not even for a damn minute.”

“Danggg I can’t get that image outta my head.” Jimin shakes his head with laughter. “What else don’t we know about you?”

“I’d eat her ass if she let me.” Jungkook shrugs. The guys laugh even louder but Jungkook doesn’t care, “She’s got a fat ass what can I say?”

+

Jungkook was hitting it from behind and all his eyes could focus on was the way your cheeks bounced and slapped against his hips. Your tight puckered hole sat so sinisterly, winking back at him as if asking him to touch, inviting even. Your moans spilled from your lips and filled the once quiet room up.

He grunted with effort and pushed the hair out of his face so he could watch your soft globes bounce in tandem with his thrusts. The sounds your pussy made were obscene, it made his gut coil in hot white pleasure. He could see a ring of white form around the base of his cock every time he pulled out.

The intrusive thoughts were winning, Jungkook found it harder to contain himself with every thrust. He bites his lip and fucks into your creamy pussy harder to distract himself, he braces his hands on either side of you as he snaps his hips upward. You let out a surprised whimper and arch your back, “Jungkook..!” Then you do the most sinful thing ever, the nail to the coffin..you reach behind you to hold your ass apart for him, whimpering about how good it felt etc.

He fucking loses it.

He swiftly pulls out of you and gets on his knees, immediately diving in with an insatiable hunger. Jungkook eats you out like a man starved, his tongue is swiping through your creamy folds, trying to get every nook and cranny. His hands replace your own and hold your cheeks apart for him.

You let out a garbled moan, head falling into the pillows as your knees shift helplessly on the bed. You shakily poke your hand down there to rub quick circles on to your throbbing clit. Jungkook doesn’t seem to mind and focuses on lapping up the mess your hole made.

Your words are slurred, drool dribbles down on to the pillow you have your head laid on. Your hips stutter in their movements as you rock back to meet his tongue. “S-So good, mmm, g-gonna c-cum.” You whine.

Jungkook pulls back, spitting onto your untainted hole as he watches it dribble down. You whine louder but it’s cut short when he puts his whole fucking mouth over your rim, licking at puckered hole. It’s definitely new for you, and in the heat of the moment you let it happen as you decide to rub your clit faster.

Jungkook’s eyes are closed as he happily sucks and licks at your sensitive rim, he dips his tongue in teasingly. Your body jolts in surprise, a loud cry leaving you as your thighs begin to shake. He doesn’t even dip his tongue in any further when he suddenly feels you shudder, indicating your orgasm.

“Fuck baby. I could do this shit all day, with an ass like this you deserve it.” He slaps your cheek, not minding that he didn’t cum at all.

You pant softly, turning on your side to face him with a blotchy face, “You’re so mean..” You pout softly and make grabby hands, “Cuddles?”

He licks his lips with a teasing little grin, “Least I know baby likes getting her ass ate.” It earns him a smack on the chest but he simply curls up with you in arms, totally worth it.

HE’S BACk!

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[yellowroseswrites]

"Gotta be nourished sweetheart"

Soft!Rafe cameron x Ed recovery!reader

Bascically, rafe won’t sleep with you unless you’ve eaten properly and drank enough water.

Tw- {ed behaviors, mentions of reader eating, mentions of reader drinking water,reader is recovering from an eating disorder, theres talks of retricting, purging, and lax pills, none are in detail and its very vague on which ones reader actually had problems with, just to keep it open for anyone to self insert, reader forgetting to drink water, curse words used, idk how to write rafe without cursing im so sorry, soft rafe tho, ooc rafe, hes not a psychopath, reader is called numerous petnames, pretty angel, pretty baby, implied smut, no actual smut tho, idk if this is too close to smut to post on a comfort blog?} Pls tell me if this is crossing some comfort line

Your eyes lingered on the tall boy in front of you as he went about cleaning up the trash from the movie night you two had just concluded. He put the dishes away, catching you staring as he made his way back to the couch.

“My pretty angel, what’s with the ‘fuck me’ eyes hm?” He stood in front of you, using his hand to lift your chin so you were looking right at him.

You giggled a bit as you pulled your face away from his hand, “Shut up.”

Rafe took a seat next to you, “What did my pretty baby eat today while I was out?”

He always asked this, but he somehow found a way to make it seem casual. You knew you didn’t have a choice but to answer him, yet it never felt forced. He was nothing if not caring, making sure this topic never had to be any more uncomfortable for you than it already was.

“The lunch and dinner you made, I ate pretty much all of both to be honest, and I had some yogurt right before you got back.” Saying it all out loud made it feel like way more food than it really was, making you stress nearly immediatly, but before you could linger on the thought any longer you saw the immense joy in Rafe’s eyes.

He smiled a bit before responding, “Did you do anything after? Or take anything?”

He meant purging, or lax pills, something you had always found gross and unnerving, not wanting anyone to know or think you would do either, but he always talked of them with no judgement.

“Nope. My meals stayed fully digested today.” You couldn’t help the slightly annoyed tone, but you moved on quickly, “Did I pass your test?” You reached out to place a hand on his neck, gently scratching at his scalp.

“Mm, How much water did you drink?” shit

“Enough.” You responded, hoping he’d believe it.

“Uh-huh, sure.” He stood up, slowly walking to the kitchen.

“Rafe, it's not that big a deal, come on.” You huffed, "I'm plenty hydrated enough."

He knew what you wanted, you knew you weren't getting it until he was satisfied.

He brought you a glass of water, "Drink."

You took the cup and rolled your eyes, taking a sip from it.

"Keep acting like that and that cup will be the only thing you put your pretty little mouth on."

You nearly choked at his words, but quickly recovered enough to drink the water.

Rafe was just happy his baby was eating and drinking.

#comfort fics #yellowroseswrites #x reader #x reader fic #comfort blurb #soft rafe cameron #rafe cameron comfort #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader #ed reader #ed comfort #ed fic #tw ed

[weixuldo]

Enigma// ch 23

anakin x reader

A/N: So ani is a lil uncharacteristically emotional in this one, but it's because he’s going through withdrawal which takes a heavy toll not only physically but emotionally too. Also this chapter mentions the fourth of July (sorry to my readers who don’t live in the USA) . I just thought the holiday would be a good plot point for this specific iderration of Anakin, I do not mean to use the holiday politically AT ALL!!! Anyways, with all of that out of the way- I hope you all enjoy it!!

The fourth of july came at a bad time

warnings: cursing, alcohol abuse, alcohol withdrawal , self hatred, depressive thoughts, throw up, basically ani is just miserable, ptsd

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Things had been going as well as they could regarding his liver- but the biggest problem at the moment was the withdrawal of alcohol.

Last time he subsided with his drinking, he had time to wean himself off slowly- but now he couldn’t because any amount of alcohol could be fatal to his condition. 

The past few nights had been restless for him- cold sweats, headaches, nausea, and he was just generally miserable. 

Last night wasn't much different, he was pretty miserable, curled up on his side trying to ignore the pains in his stomach- it took him forever to get comfortable and when he finally did, he only got about an hour of sleep before he woke up shaking and disoriented. 

You rushed to his bedside to find he was running a fever (a normal symptom of alcohol withdrawal); instead of freaking out you sat by him trying your best to soothe him while also bringing down his temperature. 

Later on he emptied the contents of his stomach into a trash bin you brought for him and finally fell asleep.

You weren’t so sure tonight would be any better, he had been acting squirrely all day and seemed kind of in a haze. 

He skipped dinner because he felt like if he ate anything it would just come back up. So the two of you sat on the couch with a program about different species of the Amazon playing in the background; not that either of you were actually paying attention to that. 

You were worried about Anakin, how much longer was this routine going to be sustainable for him?

Outside the distinct pew of a firework being sent up into the night sky could be heard before it made a “bang”.

You Jumped at the loud noise, you never were really a fan of fireworks. But why were they going off tonight…?

Oh fuck. Today was the 4th- there would be fireworks going on all night. 

You looked over your phone to see Anakin’s wide blue eyes and distant stare. Another one went off and you observed as he flinched at the initial ascent and closed his eyes and tensed as it exploded. 

You didn’t need to ask why he was so jumpy… the fireworks sounded eerily reminiscent of the explosives he was accustomed to hearing on the battlefield. 

Anakin’s PTSD was not something that came up often- he didn’t really like to talk about it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have it. 

“Ani, do you wanna change the channel to something a little louder? It might drown out the sounds outside” you offered after you noticed him shaking under his blanket.

Half of you expected him to be peeved that you insinuated he wasn't ok, but to your surprise he looked towards you with wide eyes, 

“Could you come sit with me?” he asked in a small voice. 

“Of course” 

His blue eyes watched as you took a seat beside him; as soon as you were sat, one of his bionic arms pulled you gently in by the waist. Once you were close enough you leaned over to peck him on the cheek before turning the volume on the TV on.

Anxiously you watched the clock, it was nearing midnight and you knew that would be the worst.

A sharp inhale diverted your attention from the screen in front of you to the man beside you. His eyes were clenched shut and he gripped his side. 

“Anakin, what’s wrong?” you asked anxiously. 

“Nothing, it’s just…my side hurts” he groaned.

The doctor said that was normal for someone with liver issues but it still hurt to see him struggling. 

“Would you like me to hold-”

He nodded his head and you scooted closer to him; as of now it wasn’t clear what the two of you were in your relationship, but you did want to be there for him.

Soon he was lying across your lap and held tightly onto your hand that draped over his side. Your free hand was gently running over his side and occasionally brushing against the side of his face. 

It was evident that he was shaking in your hold; unfortunately there wasn’t much you could do to aid his condition, so you offered all you could.

The clock in the corner chimed and your eyes widened, it was 12- well, almost; the clock was about two minutes fast, but that just meant the majority of the fireworks would be going off in no time. 

“Ani, do you wanna sit up for me?” you asked, lightly patting his side. 

“S-sure”

Now the two of you were sitting face to face, holding hands. The first of many colorful explosives fired into the night sky- the initial ascent made Anakin flinch in your arms, but he still tried to focus on you; your soft skin, the faint blush on your cheeks, the growing bump of your stomach…

Another twinge of pain plagued his side at the same moment a loud bang interrupted his internal commentary and he yelped. You quickly drew him into a tight embrace and rubbed his strong back.

His cries had subsided but he was still quivering a little; it was painful to see him in such a state. 

At first you said nothing then you soon subconsciously began humming a soft tune; a song your mother used to sing to comfort you when you were distressed.

You hadn’t heard that song in ages, but here you were- doing your best to comfort a man in need. 

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Anakin was still trying to drown out the noises outside with thoughts of his own, but no matter how hard he tried- his mind kept teleporting him to the fucking battlefield he left so many years ago.

The cacophony of bullets and choppers slicing through the sky. The melody of screaming and detonated bombs... The symphony of war. 

He hated it there.

Usually he was able to stay far far away from that place, but sometimes he just couldn’t fight the darkness cruelly pulling him back in. 

But this time he heard something else, a new chord to the song.

It was nothing harsh or dangerous, instead it was soft and smooth- it felt safe. 

His eyes moved rapidly under his closed lids, searching for the origin of the sound, until he was pulled from his personal hell and opened his eyes again.

With a deep breath he took in his surroundings; he was on his couch (ok, it was still the 4th). He registered that you were hugging him tightly and…

Singing.

The voice, the light at the end of the tunnel, his safe place- was you. 

He closed his eyes once more but this time was not in anguish, rather in pure adoration. He wanted to focus solely on your voice and forget everything else- in this moment you were the only thing that mattered. 

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Before you knew it the familiar melody came to an end and you finished your song; it felt so natural you barely realized you had started singing. 

You smiled as you felt Anakin relax in your arms; the worst was finally over.

He nuzzled further into your embrace and you felt the motion of his brows furrowing against your chest. You brushed his locks and wiped the thin layer of sweat from his forehead. 

Another straggler firework went off and he cringed once more; you continued to softly comfort him.

Though, as much as he loved your embrace, he wanted to see your face. So he raised himself up to gazed upon you; on your messy hair, your eye bags, your endearing smile…

You were radiant. 

“Thank you, y/n” he said.

You smiled and peppered his flushed face with kisses, “of course, Ani”.

After you pulled away, his blue eyes still lingered on you.

“You are so beautiful”.

You smiled; no matter the state he was in, Anakin would be there to remind you of your beauty. Even if you woke up feeling like you looked terrible, he would quell your worries. 

“Thank you Ani, so are you” you delivered another soft kiss to his temple before straightening your back against the couch. 

It seemed that the majority of the fireworks were done (finally). Anakin was able to relax his muscles and sit comfortably beside you. 

The TV was still playing the nature channel; the show changed to one about baby animals in different habitats. Instead of going back to your phone, you watched as the screen flashed clips of fluffy seal pups and tiny polar bear cubs. 

“You like polar bears, right?” Anakin asked.

“Yea, I think they’re pretty cool. They’re Apex predators yet so cute” you smiled.

He smiled at your response.

“Do you like ‘em?” you returned his question.

“Mhmm, I was stationed in Alaska for a few months when I first joined the military and I became friends with this guy who ran a bear sanctuary. He had one polar bear and she was an absolute sweetheart” Anakin reminisced. 

Your eyes lit up; Anakin had so many great memories and experiences.

“That’s amazing! I would love to see one in real life. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get the chance though, because we’re driving them to extinction.” you frowned.

“If we had the time, I would’ve taken you up there to see her. My friend still runs the sanctuary” Anakin replied.

If we had time…

Another disappointing reminder that no time was guaranteed; you would have loved to do that with Anakin….You would have loved to do a lot of things with Anakin…

With a sad smile, you responded, “That’s very sweet Ani… but who’s to say we won't go someday?”.

His cerulean blue eyes gave you a knowing look before responding, “I guess you’re right”.

You were about to respond to him when you felt an odd sensation in your lower abdomen;

“Oh!” you exclaimed and you grabbed onto the arm of the couch to steady yourself. 

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Anakin asked without hesitation. 

The sensation came again and you placed a hand on your stomach, “Yea, I’m ok Ani”.

“Is it the baby?” he asked worriedly. 

“I think so; it’s kicking” you said, calming his already high strung nerves. 

You turned towards him with an endearing look, “Would you like to feel?”.

His eyes lit up when he processed your question and he sat up straight; he looked as excited as a kid who just got told they would be going to disney world. 

“Please?” he asked.

“Of course,” you smiled. 

You turned your body towards him so he could have a better angle to feel.

“Could you help me-” he asked as he offered one of his arms. 

How could you forget?

With his arms on he wouldn’t be able to directly feel the baby; gently you took the bionic arm in your hands and broke the suction seal, allowing him to pull his stump out. 

You placed the arm beside you on the couch and turned towards Anakin once more. 

He was examining his arm (just a small habit he had) and you laid back into the cushions. He gazed upon you with such adoration. You could tell how much he loved you- how much he meant his apologies…

“Ani, give me your arm” you asked, to which he darted his eyes towards yours. 

“It’s alright, I can just-”

“Please?” you asked. 

Even after all of your time together he still got self conscious sometimes- honesty his insecurities came in random waves and apparently, now, was just one of those times. 

He sighed and offered you his arm; you wrapped your hand around his tender skin, eliciting a small gasp from him (your touch still gave him butterflies).

You slowly guided him to your stomach and pulled up your shirt; the bump was very noticeable now. 

You placed his soft stump against your belly and laid your hands on top of him. You sighed at his touch, you hadn’t felt him so intimately in a long time. 

Out of the corner of your eye you saw that he had his eyes closed; his brows were drawn in concentration and his plump lips were slightly parted. 

Once the baby kicked again his eyes shot open, he leaned forward and placed his prosthetic hand against your stomach too. 

“It’s amazing”

You giggled at his wonder. 

“That’s…” he began.

“Our baby” you finished; gazing into his water eyes as he turned towards you. 

Today had already been an emotionally draining day, but he still had a few tears left to shed.

“Oh, Ani. It’s alright” you sighed when you saw trails down his cheeks. 

Before you could sit all the way up, he gathered you into a warm embrace and laid gently atop of your chest (careful not to bump your belly). 

You ran your fingers through his hair as he continued to hold you as tightly as he could. 

You knew he wasn’t the best with words, but his actions were telling you everything you needed to know. 

“Thank you” he said against your neck.

You drew your brows together, you didn't expect him to say anything. 

“Thank you for staying”

“I know I’m far from perfect and I got shit I gotta sort out… but it means so much to me that you believed in me enough to stay… and to sharing our baby with me” his voice began to waver. 

“...just thank you for everything”

Anakin didn’t need to thank you, his actions were enough to tell you how grateful he was, but the fact that he did vocalize his feelings just meant the world to you. 

He was trying.

You held his head closer to you and kissed his hair.

“I love you” he whispered softly. 

Your heart fluttered because deep inside you knew you still did too. 

***

a/n: getting out of angst??? also i added the polar bear hit cause i was just thinking abt them and was like- “ig i’ll put it in the fic” lmfaooo

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Scarabia: Holiday Special

Normally Scarabia is hard for me to write…but today I kinda got carried away. Jamil’s part could've gotten longer if I had the time. I had ideas for that one for no reason. It was fun to write though! Hope you enjoy your Scarabia boys!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Scarabia: A White Winter

Scarabia’s dorm never really got cold unless it was night; it was a literal desert, after all. This posed a few problems when all you wanted to do was spend a white winter with a particular boy. You even made mention of it, and Kalim got the grand idea of renting a cabin off in a different town for the winter break, and you were being dragged along for the ride. 

Kalim Al-Asim

Kalim was full of surprises, so when he showed up to your home a few days back, telling you that he was dragging you off to a cabin in the mountains to experience a white winter, you knew it would be a good time. You packed your warmest clothes and anything else you’d need before meeting him in the hall of mirrors, fully set on going on this vacation. What you seemed to forget was Kalim was used to heat. He knew the desert gets cold at night, but nothing like being covered in snow for days on end.

So it made sense that, as much as he wanted to go tubing and skiing; amongst other winter activities, he was condemned to the couch in between all those activities so he could get feeling back in his body. Thankfully for you, Kalim was a very cuddly person so he didn’t just leave you to warm up.

“Come on, let’s snuggle!” Kalim said as he finished setting up the fireplace. The poor boy was bundled up as much as he could as he sat on the small couch right in front of the fire. Two large, fluffy blankets were strewn on the couch from the many sessions you had. 

“Alright, give me a minute though. The tea is almost done.” You said, watching as the man bundled under one of the blankets and left the other one for you. You walked to the kitchen and got two mugs of a nice chai tea to help warm you guys up. You then walked back over to where Kalim was. As soon as he saw you, he opened his arms up wide for you to join.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you walked over and got settled on his lap so you were still facing him. Before he took his mug, he was grabbing the blanket and putting it over your shoulders and making sure you were warm as well. You swore you melted from how sweet he was; Kalim took his cup and sipped on the warm liquid, humming in appreciation.

“So, what’s next on the agenda once we have feeling back in our fingers?” You asked, sipping your drink. The chai tea Kalim had brought with him was next level quality and you swore you might actually have to say something so he would get you some for your dorm.

“I wanna go up one of those ski gondolas!” Kalim said the idea made him excited. He had seen them in winter movies, but this would be totally different. You chuckled, shuffling a bit to get more comfortable.

“You know we’ll have to do something once we’re up there…I actually think there’s a cafe at the top or a restaurant. One of those two.” You said, checking the clock behind you two. It was still pretty early in the day since Kalim was such a morning person.

“Perfect, we can get lunch up there!” He said before frowning, “But I don’t have Jamil here to check the food.” he realized. He rarely ate something that someone else made for him, which meant restaurants were a no go.

“I’ll taste test them for you, I promise.” You said with a wink. Kalim seemed to brighten up as he dragged you down for a quick kiss.

“You’re the best…but you’re not allowed to get poisoned either.” He said, making you scoff.

“We’re in the middle of the mountains, and this reservation was made with a fake name. Nobody even knows you’re here. Why would they think you’d be in a snowy landscape?” You asked, making him hum.

“I guess you’re right…” Kalim said before turning to you, “Ya know, my lips are still kinda cold. If we want to go there for lunch, we gotta wait for them to warm up.” he said with a giant grin. You laughed, before leaning in so your noses touched.

“I’ll help you out then.”

Jamil Viper

Kalim was known for doing nice things for his friends, and since he saw Jamil as one of his closest friends, he wanted to do something nice. What better thing than to ship him off to a freezing cold mountain, with a special somebody and hope he doesn’t freeze to death? In Kalim’s defense, he just wanted Jamil to have a fun time experiencing a white winter since he had to go home.

The downside was that Jamil stressed. Even if Kalim assured him it was alright, and everyone was informed as to why Kalim didn’t have his servant there with him, Jamil was still stressed. Home was, technically, one of the most dangerous places for Kalim since that’s where all his enemies were.

This meant a good majority of your time in the cabin was watching Jamil texting Kalim to make sure he’s checking something, or wanting to speak to his stand-in servant. It was so bad that Jamil’s sister personally called him and told him to just relax and that she was blocking his number on Kalim’s phone.

So queue sitting with Jamil in the cabin, trying to watch a movie while he checked his phone every ten seconds, “Jamil, seriously, you need to chill. We’re only gone for three days.” You said, squeezing his arm in, what you hoped, was a reassuring manner.

“A lot can happen in three days.” Jamil pointed out and you shook your head.

“Or nothing at all. You need to relax a bit, y’know? That’s the whole point of being up here together.” You reminded him, “Let’s go do some winter activities. Chill at some random coffee shop, go tubing down a hill, build a snowman. Let’s have fun.” You tried tugging at his arm, but he grumbled.

“As much as I wish I could, I can’t simply just relax.” Jamil said with a sigh, “If something happens to Kalim, it would reflect badly on my family.”

“Did you forget that it’s your own sister who’s watching over him?” You huffed, “Are you saying she’s not capable of protecting Kalim for a measly three days?”

“I never said that.” Jamil said, shooting you a small glare.

“Oh, it was implied.” You couldn’t help but flick his nose, “Now come on, I have a brilliant idea as to what we can do.” You decided, jumping up from the couch and tossing the blanket off yourself.

“And what would that be?” Jamil asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning into the cushions behind him.

“This is a private cabin with a hot spring. We’d be fools not to try it out. Come on, let’s go; it’s the best thing for chasing off the cold, it’ll help you relax a bit too. Then we are going out to lunch together. Then I want to walk around the town and stop by souvenir shops.” You told him, deciding enough was enough. You were going to enjoy this vacation no matter what.

Jamil sighed as he got up and began following you. You stopped by the bathhouse and grabbed two towels, tossing one at Jamil as you pulled a curtain. Jamil was about to ask what you were doing before he noticed the clothes falling to the ground.

“Come on, strip and put your towel on.” You called out, finishing with taking all your clothes off and wrapping the towel securely around you to cover your modesty. Jamil sighed as he followed in suit, the towel hanging almost loosely around his hips. Once you were sure he was decent, you opened up the curtain and made a beeline outside.

Jamil followed, watching as you jumped into the water. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that the temperature was just right. You heard some splashing and watched Jamil walk in. Once he was inside the water you moved over and leaned on his chest, sitting down on one of the benches.

“This better?” You asked Jamil, being able to hear his heartbeat from where you sat. Jamil wouldn’t lie and say it wasn’t relaxing. You felt his hand on your chin as he moved your face over. He placed a gentle kiss on your lips and you smiled into it.

“Better.”

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[baroquebucky]

soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

word count — 1,053

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a/n; hello hello ! just a quick self indulgent drabble as i am currently sick :P

Allergies were a bitch.

You’d been stuck in bed all day, under four blankets, shivering and sneezing. Your body ached, everything was cold and you had a pile of tissues next to your bed and two empty tissue boxes on the nightstand. Your hair was a mess and you looked deathly.

The worst part of it all?

Bucky wasn’t home. He was off on some mission since three days ago, possibly coming home today, possibly not.

Part of you hoped he didn’t come back today, you wanted him to come back in a couple more days when you were healthy again, not now where you know he’s scold you for being under four blankets despite having a fever. Another part was praying to every deity out there that he wakes in the front door any second now.

You’d been in and out of sleep all day, having only ate a granola bar, two Claritin’s and four bottles of water to top it all off.

Pausing the video you’d been watching, [half watching, you feel asleep four minutes in and woke up at the 30 minute mark only to pass out again later] you got up to use the restroom, dragging yourself and whining as you moved. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to just lay down. After brushing your teeth and grabbing another water bottle you curled back under your blankets, shivering and blowing your nose one more time before passing out again.

It was quite a sight to see when bucky walked into the apartment. It was late in the afternoon so he expected you to either be cooking something or watching stuff in the living room, but when he heard nothing but the faint sound of some true crime video from your bedroom he knew something was up.

He set his bad down and took his shoes off, walking quietly to your shared bedroom and peeking in, seeing the lump of blankets and tissues littering the room. Bucky frowned slightly when he saw the Claritin box on the nightstand alongside som Vicks and tissue boxes.

“oh doll” he whispered, looking at your sleeping form, he couldn’t see much though, considering you were completely engulfed by the blankets.

Bucky debated pulling the blankets off you and waking you up to take your temperature, but by the way he saw your body shaking slightly he knew you had a fever. He shook his head, recalling the various times he’s told you to not give into the chills because it’ll just make the fever last longer.

Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to shower and join you in bed. But he knew better.

Instead, he headed for the kitchen, grabbing some veggies and some noodles and getting to work. He grabbed your favorite mug and placed a tea bag in it, heating up some water before pouring it in and taking it to your shared bedroom, placing it on the nightstand before exiting.

You stirred awake at the sound of of footsteps outside. Your vision focused on the hot cup of tea, still steaming on your nightstand, you whined slightly as you sat up, taking the cup of tea in your hands and drinking it slowly. Bucky had added just enough honey in your tea, knowing that you liked for it to be sweet.

After you finished the tea, as if on cue bucky walked into the room, a soft smile on his face when he noted the empty mug.

“good morning doll” he spoke, a lopsided grin on his face as he took the mug from your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“morning” you spoke, your voice hoarse. You cringed at how sick you sounded, knowing you were in for it when bucky saw your pile of tissues. You turned to look down at the tissues only for it to be gone, along with the empty boxes and the Claritin packed away with the exception of two tablets.

“i cleaned up, figured you’d be too tired” bucky spoke up after you took in your surroundings, “now gimme these blankets and come eat, i know you haven’t ate anything for however long you’ve been sick.”

You moved slowly, your body sluggish and heavy. Finally you managed to pull yourself from the warmth of the blankets, your feet hitting the ground as you trailed behind bucky to the kitchen.

“made you some noodle soup, eat up while it’s still warm, im gonna go shower if you need anything tell me okay doll?” He spoke as he served you soup in a bowl, much more than you think you could fit in your stomach.

You nodded softly and bucky kissed your temple, mumbling a soft ‘love you’ before heading to the shower. Before you knew it you were almost done with the soup and two packets of crackers, not realizing just how hungry you were. The soup was amazing and made you feel warm, you were no longer shivering and you felt yourself getting better.

As you placed the bowl in the sink and sat on the couch, bucky walked out with of the restroom, hair still wet and a smile on his face.

��how my favorite girl feeling?” He asked, you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“better, just tired still” you replied, bucky handed you a couple more pills and a cup of water, you took them quickly and set the cup down on the table, cuddling up to your boyfriend as he flicked on the tv and scrolled through the channels.

After a couple minutes of silence you spoke up, “thank you for the soup it was so good whatd you put in it?” Bucky only gave you a cheesy grin before replying.

“Love.”

You couldn’t help the smile the made it’s way onto your face as you rolled your eyes at him, your head continuing to rest on his chest.

You felt warm inside, you felt comfortable and your body felt lighter than before. Your breathing evened out and before you knew it you slipped into a peaceful sleep. You felt loved, safe and secure. Even on your worst days, bucky was there to take care of you. You were happy bucky was home, at the end of the day, you always wanted bucky home.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes soft #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

[chanlixsbabygirl]

Red Lights | I.N

Pairing: f!reader x I.N Word Count: 1.1k Warning(s): cursing

“You know I can’t leave you alone.”

It had been a week. No calls, no texts, not even a simple reply to say you were alive. Absolutely nothing. And yet he’d sent a dozen texts just today.

It was a bad habit he couldn’t break. It was a text he knew he shouldn’t send, but the second his eyes closed he could see red behind his eyelids. And the outline of you.

Yang Jeongin wasn’t the best at love. He’d never been in it, for a start. At least, he didn’t think he had. His days had been consumed by his passion for singing, and it hadn’t left much time to consider romance. Now he was staring at his phone screen, waiting for an answer.

<Jeongin> can you at least tell me why you disappeared??

You swiped the notification away and went back to what you were doing. He’d asked the same thing several times now. You didn’t have much of an answer.

Jeongin tossed his phone across the bed, rolling over. He let out an exasperated groan and shoved his face into a pillow. He hated this. He hated how he was acting. How desperate he was. He was used to getting what he wanted.

<Jeongin> answer your damn phone

<y/n> idols aren’t supposed to curse

<Jeongin> oh so you aren’t dead in the river

He was mad at himself for answering straight away. He should have left it unanswered like you had left most of his. But he craved anything you’d give him. He wanted to sleep, to think without your presence lurking at the surface. Always on his mind, but never in his grasp.

The boys got home and Jeongin finally stopped thinking about it for more than 30 seconds. But as they settled at the table, each falling silent as they ate, you crept back in. What were you doing? Were you eating as well? Were you thinking about him at all?

He finally broke down and stopped at your apartment. It was late and he was coming home from a bar. He wasn’t really supposed to be out, let alone drinking. But he felt like he was going crazy. Up every damn night like he didn’t need the sleep.

It took several knocks for you to answer. You’d been asleep, apparently. He didn’t care at this point. He was tired of playing this game.

“Just tell me if you want me to fuck off.”

“What about idols not cursing?”

“We aren’t supposed to go drink in bars either but I’ve been out all night.”

“You’re cute, Jeongin.”

“I’m not cute. I’m a fucking train wreck. And it’s your fault.”

“What did I do?”

Your face looked so innocent when you asked that he wanted to scream. You knew. You fucking knew what you were doing. It drove him insane. He was going to completely lose his mind.

“You’ve been ignoring me. And don’t say you didn’t see them, you have your read receipts on. I know you have.”

“I just haven’t been in the mood lately, Jeongin.”

“And you couldn’t just fucking say that?”

“You would have kept texting even if I said it, so why bother?”

“Because I’ve been going crazy for the past week! Because I haven’t gotten your damn face out of my head and your voice and-”

“Jeongin.”

He looked into your eyes, seeing the mischievous glint lighting up in them. That couldn’t be good. You were trouble when you decided you wanted to be and he didn’t need any more trouble than he was going to be in the morning when he was hungover at practice.

“I didn’t realize I had you that worked up.”

“Don’t lie and think a bat of your eyelashes and pouting at me will make me drop it.”

“What do you want me to do to fix it, Jeongin?”

“I want to make you feel my love.”

“Do you love me?”

“Is that what you want to hear? If I say yes will you stop ignoring me? Will you tell me that you hate me?”

“How can someone hate you, Jeongin?”

“You seem ready to try.”

“I don’t hate you, but I’m not in love with you. You’re cute. You’re funny. I just don’t know if you’re right for me right now.”

“So you want me to wait on the sidelines until you are ready for me?”

“Would you?”

“No. I have a life that doesn’t revolve around just you, even if it may seem like it tonight. I know part of you wants me, and this is me offering. Take me or leave me now, but I’m not waiting for you to decide it’s convenient for you.”

“We can try. We can see if I fall in love with you.”

“Are we having an experiment? I wasn’t good at chemistry.”

“According to your grad records, you weren’t really good at anything.”

“Hey!”

“You posted them!”

“That doesn’t make them a free for all!”

“Did I make the baby upset? The pretty maknae is used to getting what he wants.”

“You’re a brat.”

“Pot calling the kettle black. You’re spoiled and you can’t handle not getting what you want.”

“I don’t always get what I want.”

“You usually do. You’ve said it yourself on camera.”

“You sure know a lot about me for how much you pretend I’m just some guy. I think maybe you’re a bit obsessed with me, aren’t you? Is that why you play so hard to get? You don’t want me to see you as just another cute little fan?”

“N-no.”

“I’m drunk off my ass and I still caught on, babe, just admit it. You want me just as much as or more than I want you, and you're scared of it. You want to have the upper hand, don’t you? You want to have something to hold over my head, hm?”

“Jeongin, you’re drunk.”

“I’m a lot more sober than I let you think. People say a lot of things they wouldn’t when they think you won’t remember them.”

You were shocked. This certainly wasn’t a side of Jeongin that you expected. He was supposed to be the cute and spoiled maknae of Stray Kids. Here he was, dangling your carefully laid plan in front of you face, while at least partially intoxicated. He was a lot more knowledgeable in the games of love and lust than you were prepared for.

“Do you want me or not, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

It was a whisper. One you half hoped that he wouldn’t hear. The smirk playing on his lips let you know that he most certainly did hear and that you were caught in your game. You had played and he had beat you to the finish line.

“Then you’re mine.”

#i.n #i.n stray kids #i.n skz #i.n imagine #stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz x reader #i.n x reader #skz imagines #skz i.n

[jaysflix]

Unrequited (I-II)

Chapter I, 𖤐 Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

Part 1, Chapter 2 𖤐 Whatever Burns, Burns Internally Genre: Romance, drama Pairing(s): Terzo/Reader, Copia/Reader Chapter Synopsis: The sun brings a new day, but not a bright one. Terzo needs to recollect his memories of last night. If recalling correctly, he needed to do something important.

Notes: I was planning on making this chapter longer but the second half of it seemed out of place, plus I feel guilty for having to make everyone wait a week for another chapter. Im sorry for the lack of progression in this one. I hope you enjoy nevertheless!

Warnings: drugs/drugged, vomit, choking, angst, sexual themes

3k words

The office was cold. Wood stained with a dark finish, and every corner dusted to perfection. Sister always knew how to be well-kept just like she always knew how to run a business. The clergy stands so strong because of her fine work. She doesn’t let anything go to waste, rather she has a purpose for every little thing in the church. And everyone in it was just a little pawn to her big plans. Soon the world will understand their ways, but they need something new. Something intriguing. Something that can lure the minds of great ones in their direction. Sister cannot do it alone, and it is why Terzo has been summoned.

They’d been discussing his promotion for a while now, hinting greatly at his Papacy through the media. Secondo’s time was coming to an end, decided by Sister because of his lack of upbringing and the abundant amount of girls he’s brought home into his room with no explanation whatsoever. His ways were ridiculed, which is why Sister turned to Terzo almost immediately. She never really had faith in Secondo anyway. Terzo knew deep down that she had the same views as him, and he understood that needed a new progeny immediately. What he didn’t understand was why she chose you specifically.

Terzo wanted to groan as Sister poured another drink for him. He guessed that she was unaware of his already drunken state because, in the presence of someone as powerful as she, he was always good at pretending.

“A shame Papa could not be present today.” A deep purple drained like silk down his glass. He watched the thickness fill what felt close to the rim, humming in response to fill the murderous silence,

“I suppose so,” Terzo replied, hesitant to take a sip. He’d been thinking too much lately. It was not good for his mind, and the wine was certainly making it harder to stop. Thoughts are dangerous. They start merely as innocent as a blanket of snow before the sun casts its treacherous beams and wilts the land till it’s nothing but mush. It is why Terzo never had a rational thought in his life. It’s easier to do things as they come rather than rethink and overthink them. 

The purple coated thick in his throat, a close resemblance to that of blood. Though it lacks the metallic taste, there was a definite sting, like acid burning his organs. Was this even wine, or was his sight so impaired he’d mistaken the wine glass for whiskey? No alcohol should be this strong, honestly, he thought. It never left a good feeling on his tongue, and brushing his teeth after was always a pain because the taste always remained in the back of his throat. Then in the morning, all his taste buds burned away and left a bad feeling, but that could also just be his breath.

Either way, he hated it.

Surprisingly, Terzo always preferred something on the easier side. Mixed drinks were a personal favorite, as long as he couldn’t taste the alcohol. For a man of his age, he certainly had a childish palate. Simplicity was the thing he enjoyed in life. Extravagance was a privilege, so choosing the fancier things seemed right. Might as well take advantage of the things he’ll only have once in his life. Terzo can’t remember the last time he ate the same meal twice. Not even leftovers. Not even Papa, but still a prince in this court just because his blood was pure, unmatched. Almost priceless. 

Good lord. He was thinking again. 

Sister noticed. It didn’t take long, considering the fact he was silent, ignoring her ongoing rant about what is right, blah blah this blah blah that. The blue tint of her office started to garnish with a low grey. He sank into the cushion beneath him unwillingly. The seat was eating him alive. Other pieces of furniture waited still, and the glass in his hand was clean. No trace of his drink was left behind, yet Sister’s glass occupied the desk, still full. 

The weight of his head began to expand too much for his shoulders, but an unfamiliar rage in his lower stomach also began to build until it took over. Desperation nailed to the armrests of his chair, gripping for stability. All of him felt bound to explode. This feeling, so gnawing. Many thoughts began to pour. Even his faulty brain couldn’t handle the distress. It was a smothering black smoke he could not rid of, and too dense to call in professionals. Shall he die within the mist of his desires? Sister didn’t see why not. She saw him attempt to recollect himself; to remember his sole purpose of her game. Another pawn will spawn.

Terzo was burning with lust and desire, not in the way he liked. There was something in the drink, he realized. This was no time to be feeling this way. No, this passion mixed with utter hatred was not a good look. He needed an escape, but queens don’t set their men free without a fight. 

His grip became tighter around the arms, back pressed firmly against the seat. 

“Once Secondo returns delightfully so, your final duty begins,” Terzo hadn’t even realized his choking until he tried to speak. His eyes widened with shock, and his gloved hand made its way to his throat. The acidic feeling grew, melting its way through his veins. Hacking his way off the chair, Terzo knocked everything over in a panic. Glasses, stationery, and his chair were all sprawled across the floor. A high-pitched ring only worsened his state. 

Sister eyed him, unfazed by his reaction. “I expect things to go well tonight. Do not disappoint me.” Terzo could only choke out a low groan, seeking the nearest exit. The halls felt narrow. There were too many turns that only led to the same place over and over again. He needed water. Anything to drown it out.

He’d been taken over by infatuation so dangerous, containing himself was war. A war he refused to let you witness. And a war he could not defeat.

The halls didn’t stop spinning until he could taste the cold tile floors. For a second, it all seemed so still. Terzo considered laying here, perhaps forever. He was entirely too exhausted to face what the future promised. If he could just lay here for a second longer, maybe even ten minutes, to recollect himself. Sister made herself very clear. the emphasis of her last words rang in his ears. Is there a way out? Where was the Cardinal?

For the first time in his life, he couldn’t help but feel ever so lonely. And he’s always been surrounded by people, but these people are incapable. Impotent.

Terzo was powerless.

When he woke, he didn’t remember any of the events taking place that night. The last memory was coming back to see you. There was a strange feeling he remembered like he needed to see you and he didn't know why. A throbbing ache pounded in his head, ushering for him to shield himself from the light and the soft sound of your voice. He froze. Your voice. 

Terzo lifted his upper half from the couch, turning to see you standing worriedly before him. You were still dressed in white. The light from the window behind you added a soft glow to your clothing. Like an angel in his presence, so gentle and sweet, and resembling honeysuckles growing with no guilt nor shame during spring’s prime. He could smell the sweet nectar from his position, wishing to taste your natural flavor. If you stood any closer, he promised to be gentle as he sucked away your innocence from the bud. Your beauty left him speechless. Oh. Now he remembered why he yearned to visit you. A rush of memories came flooding back to him, and that acidic feeling he hated so much returned as well. From the pit of his stomach, traveling toward the roof of his mouth. 

Terzo tripped over his own legs in attempt to get up. Quickly, he searched for anything to catch his own fluids before it spewed all over the lavish furniture. The porcelain throne was nowhere to be found in the midst of his panic, but your guidance led him through the other side of his room. Your reaction time was prompt, though it was a struggle to trudge over your dress to the bathroom. As soon as you reached inside, Terzo hunched over, coughing out every bit of poision he’d ingested the night before. It was thicker than the wine, almost pasty. He shuddered at your touch when you attempted to soothe him, almost motherly. When his senses began to return, he finally heard what kindness you had to say.

“Are you alright?” Terzo was practically panting. He reached over to push down the lever, flushing away whatever erupted from his mouth. His headache remained, only the warmth of your words soothing the pain for a second. 

You saw him glance over at you, pupils blown. It was terrifying, to say the least, identical to the eyes of a predator. There was definitely something he was trying to suppress, and your company didn’t alleviate the pressure. A low groan escaped his lips in dissatisfaction. In a raspy voice, he ordered,

“Leave, and lock yourself in the bedroom.” He never gave you that tone before. Something about it sounded frustrated, not at you but at himself. It was almost a warning. Confused, you decided not to ask questions, scared he would turn against you. Frankly, the two of you never had the closest connection. Even with Copia, it seemed Terzo wouldn’t acknowledge you only if it was to give you a small greeting. Maybe he hated you. No, that’s irrational. There isn’t possibly a single thing you’ve done to earn his hatred. Besides, yesterday he treated you with affection and care. Now you were frustrated. What did he feel for you? 

You complied with his demand, trying to make it less obvious that you were practically rushing out of the bathroom and toward the bedroom. 

Hearing the click of a lock, Terzo stood. Legs trembling, they felt paralyzed as he managed to reach the sink. He hadn’t realized how sweaty he was until he ran a hand, still gloved, through his slick hair. Every black strand shined with his residue, disgustingly so. The mirror above the sink reflected a horrid image of him: makeup running down, pupils hiding his iris, clothing wrinkled and stained with wine. He looked awful, and he was embarrassed you saw him in such a state. 

To compose himself, he turned on the faucet to its coldest setting, splashing water over his face and into his mouth to rid of the taste. The effects of the drug were still heavily present, he didn’t know how much longer he could restrain himself from taking you, and he feels terrible for having to trap you in his room.

The velvet comforter kept warm as you lay there waiting. For what? You were unsure. Was he mad at you? Maybe something upset him last night to drastically change his tone. With time, you were certain the hungover feeling would go away. To see him this way pained you and you wanted to help him. Still, the aching feeling in your heart still gushed. Helping Terzo was only an escape from thinking about anything else.

On the other side of the door, the sound of aggressive brushing sourced from the bathroom. You wanted to laugh, mainly because you never thought you’d ever get to see (or hear rather) someone so sophisticated and serious, aggressively clean their teeth. Laughing, however, took too much effort. Your body was still exhausted from previous events, and breathing felt like a chore. The expansion of your lungs with every inhale felt bruised. More internally, every pull of a muscle cried bloody murder. Too much strain could pull you apart like putty rubber, disintegrating with every stretch. You could just lay in his bed for the remainder of the day, wallowing, but Terzo was in need of assistance. It would be rude of you to deny him.

Numb as he heard the door opening, his gaze did its best to not lose sight of his hands. He stood in front of the mirror, pacing against the porcelain. You noticed his slouched position remained, head lowered so you could only see the top of his head reflected in the mirror. Terzo’s heart pumped out of his chest in fear and infatuation. The rage in his trousers didn’t help either. The last thing he needed was to leave a wrong impression on you…but this was truly embarrassing.

Of course, you were oblivious to it all, god bless your sweet soul, he thought before you inched closer to feel across his back. The motion was enough to set him off, his restrain almost completely out the door. The white of his eye glinted dangerously close to yours, you weren’t sure how he moved so quickly. Your muscles screamed once more as he closed in on you, pressing you hard against the frame. His chest heaved uncontrollably, pupils dilated at their fullest while the heat of his fresh mint breath burned your cheeks. In this position, it was hard not to feel all of him. Every crook and crevice of his body was perfectly placed on yours. Though his excitement was terrifying, you didn’t move a hair, nor did you let out such a whisper. Your eyes were turned down, scanning the black of his uncovered fingers in an attempt to fix his makeup. 

As desperation grew, so did the need to feel you. He panted even harder now, cupping your face with his stained hands, forcing you to look him in the eyes. Just mere centimeters away and you would be claimed as his.

No. He needed to stop thinking. If only he was able to screw out his own brain and relieve such dreadfulness. Too many sorrows, and so many regrets. 

He should’ve been the one to win your heart over. He should be the one you were so madly in love with. He should be the one you wanted to surrender to, bear his children, and live happily in the ministry. No. Because of you, things were so difficult that Sister had to butt in and put things in her own hands. She’s the one that wants–needs Terzo to take advantage of you. He won’t do it. However, right now he was yearning for your touch. He absolutely longed to feel you against him to the hilt, flaming with passion around him. He needed to know what your grip around his hair felt like. To see you with the same neediness as him once he became entangled between your legs, sliding in and out with ease. To stain you with the darkness of Lucifer himself. And once you came undone for the first time, he wouldn’t even think to stop until he was certain you were full of him, dripping with his seed of lust.

Stop thinking. Christ, he was losing himself to the dark well of wanting, he didn’t realize the subtle whine escaping him as he clung closer to you. The black smudge traced from your cheeks and to your neck, where he closed a soft fist to feel you closer without lips touching. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours to avoid the forbidden kiss. There was no recovery from this. No explanation can conjure the fact that he was deeply in love with you. The drug was only bringing out his worst. The feelings that were supposed to remain deep within when the truth is, he was always like this. But now there was no restraint, no control.

It’d been just a few minutes until his realization that his hands grouped together tighter, blocking your airway. Quickly he removed his hands, head still against yours only placing his fingers on your waist to compose himself once more.

“You’re burning up,” You said quietly in hopes of easing this terribly awkward moment. Terzo was thankful because it distracted him from his uncontrollable mind. “You might have a fever.” You were trembling now, tears threatening to leave your eyes. Perhaps his kindness was temporary. He could feel himself regaining control, moving away from your face to rest on your shoulder. The gesture made you quiver as his hair tickled along your neck. Something washed over him, like a flood within his esophagus. He grunted,

“I think I might hurl.”

“Please, not on me.” The base of his neck heaved a vigorous gag before he threw himself off of you to return to the throne. His coughs were harsh and you could see his entire body vibrate. Disgusting as the sounds were, pulling back his bangs was the only thing you could do to comfort him in his sick state. The feeling was finally gone as the last of the drug was leaving his system. Terzo wasn’t used to being ill so the sensation was too much for him to handle. Each retch only made his head pound harder he was sure he would burst. You continued to soothe him, rubbing gently on his shoulders. He leaned back onto you after finishing, taking your hand into his own to caress your fingers. His shoulders dropped with a heavy sigh.

“Amore mio,” He whispered, tilting his head back to look you directly, “There’s much to say, but we must find the Cardinal first.”

“No. You are unwell, you need rest.” He shook his head, trying to convince you that he was perfectly alright now that his hangover had passed. You saw through him, but arguing would do nothing, so you helped him up.

“I think a shower will do us good. Go ahead while I forge some new clothes for you, hm?” His voice, rasped, yet gentle. You hummed, slightly taken aback by his change of attitude. He did say there was an explanation, and with time he will give it to you.

A/N: I PROMISE Copia will be in the next chapter!

Chapter I, 𖤐 Chapter II, Chapter III, Chapter IV

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Gym Day 10

Double digits!!

Woke up at 3 am 🙄 This time I was smart and stayed up. Hit the gym at 4.15 😵‍💫 My body wasn’t exactly ready yet.

Starting to spot the morning regulars 🤭 Just gotta wait who will still be there once the renovation is done.

There was a couple this morning. At least I think they are 🤔 However, while the guy was doing some shoulder presses the girl stood next to him yelling “one more gogo”. While I totally support supporting your partner - it was 5.30 am. Girl please stfu. 🙈

Tidied up the lady gym again 🫠 You know. I could be a bitch and report this. Because there is a surveillance camera and they could easily find out who did it. But do I wanna be a bitch? No. Still it is so annoying.

Took a nap this afternoon. A long nap 🙈 It’s gonna be interesting tonight.

Found a new (to me at least) sweet chili sauce at the store today. I’m already addicted 😅 I am so into it that I ate a single lettuce leaf sprinkled with this sauce 😁 It’s so good. Hope this wasn’t just a special sale. Might have to hoard it.

And again I didn’t drink enough. Always super hydrated in the morning and then.. nothing. Realising my mistake in the evening but I don’t wanna pee all night.

I know muscle soreness is not an indicator if a training was good/effective but I am a tad irritated that my biceps isn’t sore at all after yesterday. And I already have a feeling my legs won’t be sore tomorrow either. Even though my glutes and hamstrings were dead in the gym.

Proteins are an issue. Since I went vegan I am struggling a lot with that. I just have to force myself to like Tofu somehow. And beans. Currently I am simply eating too much to get at least close to my protein goal. And it’s not really a high goal, but plant based proteins come with a lot more calories.

#j #gym diary

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Ch. 5 // Gotcha! // Day 3

Contents (Warnings): Soft, safe Vore, unwilling prey and more than willing pred. Slight teasing.

Wordcount: 2,057

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for in the future using this method but we’ll see...

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(Sept. 10th, Saturday)

I still rode on the high of my small victory the next day. And as the hot water ran, so did my thoughts. What else can I do about Alexander? Can I avoid him again? Am I going to have to keep doing this for the whole year? There has to be a better way. I couldn’t take those thoughts. The experience was surreal. I put on my uniform early, out of habit from my previous job.

I walked into the kitchen, my sights set on the cereal box on top of the fridge. 

I smirked when I passed Wicks. I held back to the urge to tip his giant mug that said, “if I’m drinking out of this, you know I got zero Z’s.” He chugged it as if it was his last.

“Rough night?” I asked. 

Wicks then choked out and spun around to the sink holding his nose and mouth. Coffee dripped from his hand that covered them, and he set his mug down on the counter. He glanced up at me, his over-creamed coffee that nearly matched his light olive skin still dripped into the sink. 

He glared, a fit of playful anger in his eyes. It made my goofy smile rise higher. He turned on the sink with his free hand and turned his head to splash water on himself. 

“What?” 

He smiled, “you scared me. I thought you had already left. You used to work mornings at that bullseye place,” He got the rag near the sink and wiped his face. “I was lost in the coffee sauce so much that you made me choke.”

“OH-” I giggled. “Sorry. But I guess that explains why you didn’t get me up this morning. You usually barge in if I’m not up by eight.”

He faced me with the rag up. “Yeah, it’s weird working around the same time, huh?”

“Gross, I get to see my brother more,” I said with an eye roll, but my jests were easy to hear.

“I know. I hate that I couldn’t ask for better sisters.” He eye rolled back, then felt his nose and gestured to the bathroom. “You know what, I’m gonna shower since my nose still burns,” he pointed up at me. “BUT don’t go anywhere Lentils. We’re gonna get lunch after!”

I nodded and decided to get a glass of orange juice instead of cereal. 

Everything else about my life was so normal. It was hard to grasp that these last two days were part of the same reality. They don’t even look like monsters. They look human. Alexander just got bigger. No fangs, claws, nothing. I took a few more sips and washed the dishes after, mine and Wicks’s.

I wish I could tell Wicks. But I don’t even know what he’d say or do. Call the police? Or worse, would he try to Fight them? I shook my head. This sucks.

…

Our lunch wasn’t eventful. We went to a drive-through, ate inside the car, and watched funny videos together. We also talked about the wedding. I would have my vacation time after my first week, so I’d request it soon.

If I can avoid Alexander that long. I thought as I drove to work. I got there a little early again. Due to the long walk to the time clock near the kitchen, I wanted to avoid getting to the pizzeria any later.

I saw Alexander and Drake there. I guess they get here early to chat before work? Or maybe they live together? I wasn’t going to say anything to either of them, but Alexander went ahead of me before I scanned my badge. I jumped.

“Good afternoon, buddy.” 

He had a toothy grin. He slid his card first and left. 

I slid my card next, then looked over at Drake, who shrugged, as confused as I was.

When I passed through the kitchen, I didn’t see Edgar working with the pizzas today, but I saw the other guy with glasses there, and I was relieved Alexander worked in the kitchen today too. 

During our spurt of no customers, I cleaned over my station. I heard Viola’s voice from afar. I perked up. Was she talking to me? 

I spotted her chatting with a male. He shared the same pale blonde hair, fair skin, and a strong man-esque figure. Is that a workout buddy, or maybe it’s her brother? I didn’t want to stare, but she met my eyes before I could break contact and then she looked down at her watch.

I hope she doesn’t think I’m creepy for staring.

“I’ll take your shift in a second!” She shouted.

I gave a weak thumbs up. Viola hugged the guy. He left, and she let me go to break. 

I sat alone on one of the couches and noticed the two, Alexander and Drake, came in.

I fiddled with my phone and sulked because even the cute, dumb games I had on here couldn't distract me from my unease. Being in the same vicinity constantly reminded me of what Alexander did and that he could and would do it again.

I stood up once the room softly pinged for me. Viola and I switched back. Then, I heard Alexander’s voice. It was different from yesterday, much more cheery, which made me shiver. 

“Ready to work together again today?”

I couldn’t help but respond to the tall, lean lad, “sure,” I spoke a little too much and asked something I didn't want the answer too. “You’re not mad about yesterday, are you…?”

“I’m not mad at all,” he said, “In fact, I think it gave me a little needed motivation.” 

“Motivation?”. 

He simply hummed, “mhm.” 

Then refused to say anything more.

Keep busy, Lynette. It'll be fine... I hit home run after home run with customers today, yet still perplexed by him.

Alexander's uncharacteristically happy attitude and cheery tone irked me. He had a sales voice, much like myself, but he sounded sincere. What is he going to do? What am I going to do?! 

I couldn’t even go to lunch early as a flux of people rushed in. After it was done, Viola came back to cover for us.

I opened my mouth to ask him about lunch break. He took off his hat.

“I think I’ll be going to lunch,” he said as he walked past me.

“W-wait.” I called out, and I considered pleading. He ignored me and left. I held my hand to my mouth. Now I'm trapped.

My last twenty minutes before lunch felt long. And even after Viola took up the helm, the walk to the break rooms made my heart pound. 

I clutched my badge. I didn’t see anyone during my brief scan in room one. It seemed like their hang-out spot, so I should avoid it.

I went to break room three across from it after I scanned out to lunch.

I saw Drake at the table, the far table near the couches. I looked for Alexander before I stepped more into the room. My eyes didn't see him. It’s only Drake. 

I cautiously walked closer to Drake. He hadn't looked up from his phone since I walked in. “Alexanders not with you?” 

“He said he was gonna look for you.” Drake glanced up briefly. 

“So, he’s lurking…” I muttered. I couldn't see Drake's eyes well enough with his bangs. 

Once I got close enough to the table, he lowered his head. “I’m really sorry.”

“For-” I saw the shadow cast over the table. I didn’t even hear the door.

My body tensed up, and before I could move, he grabbed my upper arms and pinned them to my body.

“Gotcha!”

I couldn’t struggle or whine. Alexander's mouth got me before I had the chance.

Alexander

He hungrily ate, barely savoring as much as he did before. Since Lynette escaped him yesterday, he needed her to fill his craving. Drake tried not to watch the horror. Even with the distracting rich savor her flesh had to him, it took him half the time to finish eating her compared to yesterday, a measly three minutes.

-GLLLRK-

 He gulped down the last bit, then exhaled aloud with satisfaction. An evil snicker escaped his lips.

“You should check your surroundings more, or your delicious body is going in mine.~”

 He felt her fight against him. It feels more like a massage. He brushed his hand on his gut. 

Alexander generally wasn’t picky with who he ate, but he never ate the same prey twice.

Drake studied Alexander, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so much of a predator before. You’re usually shy before you eat them, and then you look like you’re upset with yourself after letting them go.” 

Alexander grew red, “she started it. She didn’t have to try to escape me yesterday.” 

“She’s a human. You eat them.” Drake replied, “do you expect all of them to come crawling to you and offering themselves?”

Alexander began to imagine Lynette offering her hands to him again and saying, “eat me, please.” He got goosebumps thinking about it, “yeah….”

Drake laughed as Alexander realized what he had said. 

“I mean, no. But, it’s not like we don’t let them out.”

“I think it’s the part where we treat them like food that’s the problem, well, the problem with monsters that eat people.” Drake spoke to Alexander from his high horse, “I drink blood from them once a month.”

Alexander grumbled, “yeah, and blood’s fucking disgusting.” He stuck out his tongue. 

Drake shook his head in response. 

Throughout the rest of the day, he felt proud of himself. I wish I could have seen the look on her face. He originally hid inside break room one, then got a text from Drake as soon as she entered three. He expected her to try a different one.

And before Alexander knew it, his sweet time was over. He took a trip to the Infirmary to release Lynette to Sandra’s care.

…

Lynette

I woke up in the nurse’s office again, and she checked over me. I felt drained. 

“I see you’re still here. Did you need the resignation paper?”

“No,” I replied in a stern voice. “I’m going to figure out a way to beat him again.”

She smiled faintly, “is that why you didn’t come in yesterday?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to find ways to avoid him during lunch.”

The nurse chuckled lightly, “I see. Well, I hope it all goes well, and before I forget, Edgar wants to see you tomorrow as you were a bit...busy today.” 

I stood up and grumbled, “He does?”

“Remind him if he doesn’t find you when you get in.” She said. She called my attention before I left, “I also think I should warn you that it’s going to be a lot more hectic soon.”

I stopped next to the exit, “what do you mean?”

“We have a day crew, they work the usual 4:30a.m. to 1:30p.m., and a night crew, you all who work from 2p.m. to 11p.m., but you’ve only met a fraction of the night crew.” She held up three fingers, “there are three individuals right now that will be returning soon. Two went on vacation, and the other went on leave. Lev, Zilla, and Claudia.”

“And are they…”

“Monsters, yes.” She put her lips together for a moment. Her tone always sounded quiet and reserved. “You seemed graced to come when three of them were out….” She sat in her office chair, laying her hands flat on her lap. “I’ll be here if you ever feel overwhelmed. And don’t be ashamed to give up at any point.”

I slumped, my hand out near the handle.

“I’m sorry if I diminished your hope.” She apologized with a nod of her head, her dark brown hair falling over her face. She then picked it up and gently moved it back behind her ear.

I shook my head as I opened the door, “no, you’re fine…I will figure something out.” I didn’t like the fact that I was going to have others to worry about. Then what? If I escape him, I might get eaten by someone else. I felt disgust linger on the back of my tongue. They’re so gross. 

“Good luck,” she said genuinely, “and make sure not to hurt yourself!”

“Thank you, Sandra.” I left for the night. I got in my car and started my drive home. What am I doing with my life?

...

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Voldication: A Vacation with the Riddles and Malfoys:)

Notes:

I used to play this with my friends when we were younger. Do NOT take this seriously. We had and probably still have mental issues. Have fun reading this. Sorry for the loss of braincells.Btw my first language isn't english. Sorry for any mistakes

Oma: german word for grandma [Om•ma]

Bussle: german word for a van for 7 people. not a bus! [Bus•sle]

Summary: Lord Voldemort needs a break from killing muggles. So he decides to take his family on a vacation to Italy. There is a lot of family fun and fluff and a Pool.

Chapter 1 : Oma ist KEINE Alkoholikerin (Oma is NOT an alcoholic)

I'm Delphi Riddle. My parents are Lord "Voldi" Voldemort and Bellatrix LeSTRANGE. This is the story of my family who went to Italy for summer vacation and things got a little bit out of hand when I was five years old.

Day 1.

The journey from London, England to Bucine, Italy was horrible. The bussle was packed with my dad, my mom, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco and me.

We could've apparated but DAD insisted on the whole experience. So we had to drive 4000 hours to Italy in a really crowded bussle without air conditioning.

When we FINALLY arrived I was sweating like a monkey in a shed. The house was nice and big. I even had my own room. There was this beautiful garden with lots of different flowers and plants. And behind the house there was a pool.

Since it was already late, we decided to eat dinner consisting of grapes and raisins because we didn't buy any food and because my dad is an idiot who forbid magic for the whole vacation.

So we just ate what was left for our trip. The wasn't much so everybody got a grape and 2 raisins except Draco he only got 1 raisin. After dinner I went to bed. It was already past my bedtime while the grown ups stayed up late which was really unfair.

Day 2.

When I woke up the next morning I already had the feeling that this was going to be a horrible day. This feeling turned out to be true when I found Oma sitting on a chair at the house bar with a glass of a weird clear liquid in her hand. Her wand was holding up her hair.

I always loved her hair. It was mid length and gray but in a certain light it looked lilaclightblue. I didn't know what she was doing here. Or how she got here. Suddenly I heard a lout gasp and a even louder and high pitched "MOMMY!!!" I turned around to see my dad standing in his with yellowish night gown in the door frame mouth hanging wide open and eyes comically large.

He was stuttering out a lot of questions like "What are you doing here, Mommy?" or "Really, Vodka?! It's only 9am." But Oma ignored him and yelled:"Have you lost your mind? How could you do this to me. To our family name. You stopped killing muggles for a vacation in Italy. You are a disgrace to this entire family." " I-I-I j-just thought it w-would be a good i-i-dea."

"You just thought! Well clearly you didn't. And for your information. I'm not drinking Vodka. It's water. I'm not an alcoholic."

Yeah, that's right. Oma is NOT an alcoholic. Just like uncle Lucius isn't one either. My dad just stared at her and said again "What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of this family and this is a family vacation. So of course I'm here. Somebody has to make sure you haven't gone completely insane. And I also wanted to see my granddaughter again." Oma answered slightly annoyed but smiled at me. Well, I think she did. You never know with her.

"Where are the others? Is the rest of the lazy folk still asleep?" Oma complained and took a big swing of her water.

"Bella is up. The rest, I don't know." Dad said unsure. "What are the plans for today, daddy?" I asked. Dad seemed to think before he answered: "Today is our first day here, so I thought we chill here a little bit and do some watersports."

"Yay!!! I love watersports. Especially waterball!!!" I said excitedly, while jumping up and down. "Of course that's your great plan for today. To do absolutely nothing. You are so lazy." Oma said with a very disappointed look on her face, while she poured herself another glass of water.

"It's not lazy. We just want to spent some family quality time. And we don't have to do a lot because it is vacation." Dad tried to defend. "Yeah, yeah, what ever" Oma said dismissively.

Then mom came. She was as equally shocked as dad when she saw oma. "Oma, what are you doing here?" Mom said with a forced smile. "And are drinking Vodka? We said no alcohol around Delphi" she added with a disapproving tone.

"Like I already explained to my lovely son. I'm here because this is a family vacation. And I'm family. It's water that I'm drinking, not Vodka. I don't drink."

Mom groaned really loud and dad walked quickly over to the bar to pour himself a glass of a brown yellowish liquid. I assumed it was apple juice. Dad emptied the glass and looked like he wanted to die.

Then Narcissa and Draco came in. Narcissa was pleasantly surprised when she saw Oma. Draco didn't seem to notice her presence. He was busy staring at his phone. "Lovely seeing you here, Oma." Narcissa said. For some reason Narcissa was the only adult who got along with oma. Oma always criticized dad. She didn't like mom because Oma is her mother-in-law. I don't know about Lucius. Oma never talks about him. I don't think I've ever seen them in one room.

But Oma didn't respond to her. She just stared at Draco, who still didn't notice her. "What is that?! Is that one of those muggle phones?! Why do you have this?!" Oma shrieked and started to completely freak out. She screamed things like "Stupid muggles." And "Stupid technology." To my surprise she didn't go for Draco. She went for dad. "And you allow this. That your nephew owns this muggle trash. Unbelievable!"

"Mommy, please. I didn't know he had it." Dad exclaimed quietly. "Boy, why do you own such horrible device, that is contaminated with muggles." Dad asked Draco in a strict voice. For the first time Draco lifted his head and saw Oma. His eyes went wide and his skin even paler as usual. "I uh need this for uh school."

He stuttered out. "I use it to uh submit my school assignments because uh owls don't fly to Italy. You know owl policy and stuff." He then explained a little bit unsure. "Oh, I didn't know Hogwarts uses now muggle trash. But I mean it is for school so I guess it is fine." Oma said understanding.

"I'm hungry." I said because I couldn't stand the fact that the attention wasn't on me. I mean I'm the main character after all. "Well Lucius went shopping for food. He actually should be here by now." Narcissa said.

"I had a long journey and I'm tired. I'm going to bed." Oma said with a yawn and left. But not before she took two bottles of her favourite brand of water. Five minutes after Oma left. Lucius came back from shopping and we all got to the dining area to eat breakfast.

The rest of the day was not that eventful. We stayed at the house and chilled. We all played some watersports. I didn't see Oma for the rest of the day. Mom said it's because she is tired and has a male cat (Hangover). Whatever a male cat has to do with this.

At the end of the day we had a beautiful dinner in the garden. Dad made pizza, which wasn't even that bad. Then I went to my room because I had to go to bed.

#harry/draco #harry potter #dumbass #fuck dumbledore #oma #oma ist keine Alkoholikerin #Lucius malfoy in a wig #grapes #character death #enemies to lovers #italy #i dont deserve to live

[xseildnasterces]

wake me up (when this nightmare's over).

I ate solid food yesterday for the first time in almost a week. I am currently feeling incredibly sad and depressed. In August last year, I went into an IBD flare which just never seemed to get any better. Here we are, 9 months later and it has just gone from bad to worse. The last three weeks have been the worst flare I have ever had, and this week things just took a completely horrible turn. I have been unable to eat at all, and even drinking a sip of water was impossible as I couldn’t keep it down. My body feels weak, I am overly fatigued, I am losing weight and no medication seems to be working. I miss being at work and I am so over being on my own when these flares occur.

I spoke to one of the IBD nurses this week and they sent me for tests. I went for those tests yesterday and I am now awaiting the results – hopefully, one should come in today, and the other by the end of the week. I am being tested for two things; the state of inflammation in my GI tract, and a bacterial infection that is very common in people with IBD. Out of the two, I honestly don’t know which I would prefer – perhaps the bacteria infection as it could be addressed with antibiotics, and after that, I should go back into recovery and then remission (we hope). However, it is much more likely that it will be inflammation and I will therefore need to make some scary choices.

My current IBD prescribed medication consists of oral standard medication three times a day, oral steroids once a day, rectal steroids once a day, and rectal standard medication once a day. Despite this being a lot, they are all easy to take and are all chemical medications (from my understanding). However, once IBD gets to a point where this type of medication is not working, you must move on to a medication called biologics – which scares the hell out of me. We spoke about my options this morning during my follow-up appointment. There are several biologics for IBD, all of which are administered one of two ways (or both). We discussed my options and what would likely be the best for me considering my frequent travelling and toing and froing from the UK. All of them sound horrendous. Biologics are administered either by an infusion in the hospital every four weeks, or every eight weeks at home by a self-administered injection (after 1 IV in the hospital before the treatment starts). I am honestly beyond terrified. All of this makes me feel like I am dying. I know that is not the case, but I didn’t know that people with IBD had treatment like this on such a frequent basis. I fear needles and the thought of injecting myself scares me to death, but at the same time, that is a much more convenient method than having to go to the hospital every month when I am travelling often and not always based in DC. I feel so sad and depressed. I just want to be well and part of me wonders if I will ever be well ever again.

Time like this I think back to being diagnosed and people were surprised that I did not go into super panic mode. I didn’t cry at the diagnosis, I just thought it was nothing, not a big deal yet now I realise that I don’t think I ever really took my diagnosis as seriously as I should.

[Blog title: Wake Me Up (When This Nightmare's Over) - Simple Plan].

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[cyb-3r]

What I Ate Today:

Breakfast: Coffee, half a bagel

Lunch: Single serving of chips

Dinner: Chicken salad

I don’t know how I feel about today. I stuck to what I said I would do but it was still too much. I’m completely cutting out lunch, and under no circumstances will I have it. I’m also cutting out the food with breakfast, so I’ll just be having my coffee. I didn’t drink enough water so I need to have more tomorrow. It’s better than I thought, and I feel like allowing myself some leeway will make this more permanent. Ive had weird and disordered eating patterns for about 4-5 years now. I’m dropping and gaining anywhere from 30-40 on a yearly basis. I go from eating nothing for a few months to binging the next from depriving myself of food. I’m trying to make it more sustainable this time, but it’s hard to either not eat anything or to eat too much. Even when I’ve eaten close to nothing if feels like too much. Im just hoping that with how active I am it’ll be okay to go into it slow for now. Im gonna weigh myself every Sunday and post my progress. I hope I do better tomorrow.

[lifewithoutmeds]

july 17, 2023

quick recap of last 10 days: saturday, july 8: brunch with amy. cried. facetime therapy with kelda. cried. lorena’s bday surprise. held it together. reyna was kind enough to invite me and 7 of her friends/plus ones and we surprised lorena for her bday/welcome home at a localish bar. i held back tears but tried to engage as much as i could. limited success.

friday, july 9: dinner with steven. we cooked meats; he was particularly fond of the pork jowl, thankfully, as i had a whole package of it. he brought some soju and some other plum wine drink and he listened to me cry and was a good friend and promised that we’d see each other on wednesdays when we were both in office.  sunday, july 10: considered going to church but then just slept and stared at my phone all day. tuesday, july 11: met up lorena at BJ’s for some happy hour beers and mini pizza. saw my waitress crush. cried a little.

saturday, july 15: managed to leave the condo to go hang out with amy at her house for a few hours, maybe like 1:10pm-4:30pm. we caught up and i tried to engage with her kids but they’re kinda tiring and didn’t seem particularly interested in engaging with me either. left to go to the pacoima costco where i got gas, toilet paper, eggs, and bottled water, and had my toilet paper and eggs stolen out of my cart while i put condiments on my hotdog. costco quickly replenished my stolen goods when notified, but it made me pretty sad and disappointed with the state of the world. sunday, july 16: slept for 12 hours. stared at my phone for 12 hours. ate a frozen pizza and then puked up some of it at night. monday, july 17: tiny tiny steps. texted amy and tracy throughout the day. chatted with lana for a bit on teams. tried to do a little work. did a few loads of dishes, and took out some trash and recycling. was able to walk to ralphs and buy a few items: items for cauliflower dip, a gallon of vinegar so i can clean some things. an onion. made some cauliflower dip, rinsed the cauliflower, and ate some cauliflower (health). also talked to rhiannon for a bit as we laid out our camping plans (for this friday-sunday), read a chapter in my book on borderline personality disorder, and now am journaling, so today was my most productive day in a week.

it’s such a weird sensation to feel ... so heavy, so unmotivated, so listless, so bored. the only thing i kinda appreciate is eating. like i enjoy craving a food and then thinking of how i can like satisfy said craving. i went back and forth with tracy last week on pizzas, and really considered going someplace to satisfy my desire for pizza, but laziness and cheapness caught up with me so i ended up getting two reduced/clearance frozen pizzas at ralphs and eating them over the next three days and they were gross and made me feel terrible. but sometimes i’ll think mm, prime rib sounds good. hwedupbap sounds good. i haven’t gotten as far as acquiring said foods, but it’s nice to at least have desire, in any form.

another weird thing is how i’ve gotten so addicted to my phone, even though nothing in/on my phone particularly entertains me. but it’s like i can’t tear my eyes away. FORTUNATELY i’ve stopped watching police body cam and otherwise shaming videos on the youtube and started watching more “Try Guys” and like the hot wings eating challenges. i find myself watching a lot of clips from The Office, Parks and Rec, Friends, the Big Bang Theory, and weirdly Young Sheldon (all this just pops up on facebook and i just watch.) i guess it’s a positive development that at least my mind is gravitating more toward light things rather than the worst of humanity. i should be receiving my DVD’s this wednesday so i can more mindfully tune into my tv shows.

i feel like i’m at the bottom of a very big hill. a mountain, i guess. every step is hard and feels heavy and the mountain seems very big and unsurmountable and i kind of don’t quite get why i even have to climb it, but i do for some reason. i know i need to “do the work.” i know i need to figure this out, somehow, for some reason. i guess. finding motivation is hard. but every minute spent not staring at my phone i guess is a tiny tiny victory. i know that i need to stop sleeping away my problems and stop wasting away my life, but ... but it feels so hard. tracy asked today, whether i might not benefit from a healthy diet and exercise? granted, i can see how eating frozen pizzas and sleeping all day long would Not benefit me in the long run, but it’s just kinda wild how when you’re as depressed as i am, that literally feels like the only thing i’m capable of. and though i can understand conceptually how a walk might feel good, or getting groceries to make a nutritious meal might benefit me, it’s soooo stupidly hard to just get any momentum whatsoever.

i hope today was momentum. 

week ahead: tuesday: hoping to do a little laundry and gather up some items for the camping trip. wednesday: in office. thursday: happy hour with danielle friday - sunday: camping in french camp with rhiannon

i’m mildly dreading camping because it’s been so hot lately, and sometimes it’s hard to do things, like meal prep or clean up, and i’m a little nervous that i won’t have fun because of the way i’ve been feeling lately and i don’t want to sort of ruin one of the only things that’ve made me feel better in my life, but also, i’m telling myself that it’ll be good to be out in nature, to not stare at my phone, to focus on something outside of myself. i’ll bring a couple books and try to do some fishing. i hope it’ll be okay.

mood: 2.23

[cositassss]

I’ve been feeing like absolute shit about my body for a month now. I can’t really look at myself in the mirror and I haven’t been wanting too. I stopped going to the rosebowl and working out and it’s been really fucking me up. I just get so tired that I have no energy during the week and then weeks have gone by and nothing. I feel so guilty for all I’ve been drinking and eating. This weekend I had a burger on saturday (that I didn’t finish because I felt like shit) then I had a vegan wrap (no carbs). Sunday all I ate was a vegetarian burrito with  some cranberry vodka’s and a cheese pita at midnight because I overdrank and was hungover in the same day. Yesterday I made beyond meat tacos and ate that with a vegan cesar salad and wings for dinner. I feel like shit. I don’t know what to do today. I really want to stay in so I don’t eat or drink anything I’m not supposed to and so I don’t have to come out in family photos because I don’t like myself at all right now. All I’ve had is coffee today but already my stomach feels bloated and painful. I also don’t have the energy to be around family. I’m just going to sit and be there so why go at all? I don’t know what to do. I just want to be sad and alone today and not look at my body in the mirror. I’m signing up for the gym today. I don’t even know what my style is anymore or what to do with my appearance. I feel so lost about it all right now. I’m not even at my heaviest right now but I can’t shake any of this. I’ve been down and out of it for most of June it feels like. I want to starve myself but I know I can’t and won’t do that either.

Update: I cried, talked to my boyfriend, made myself a vegan protein shake, signed up for the gym and I feel so much better now.

#cositas

[dorefasolsido]

8.

***credits to the original creator***

FOOD

What is your favorite salad dressing?

Idk, not a big salad person. I like when my family adds shredded cheese on my salad, and then I only eat shredded cheese lol

Favorite sit-down restaurant?

Moon sushi.

Favorite pizza topping?

Just standard ingredients for capricciosa.

What food could you eat for two weeks straight and not get sick of it?

If chocolate counts, then chocolate, I do that anyway.

What do you put on your toast?

Cheese spread, normally.

What food do you eat the most?

Chicken?

Do you like food?

Sure.

Do you LOVE food?

I’m not that passionate about it, but when it’s good nothing’s better.

Do you even eat at all?

No, I photosynthesize in the sun.

What do you put on your ice cream?

Usually nothing, but sometimes chocolate syrup or sprinkles.

Do you like steak?

Yeaah, but not like too much.

Or are you a vegetarian?

Nope.

How about a vegan?

Nope nope.

What food do you hate the most?

Tomatoes!

TECHNOLOGY

How many TVs are in your house?

Just one here.

Do they all work?

Yup.

Do you have Comcast digital cable?

I don’t know but I don’t think so.

AT&T Uverse?

No?

Dish Network?

Nope.

Something else?

Yup.

What’s your favorite show?

Hmm, Squid Game, The Haunting series, AoT though that’s technically an anime, but it’s so so good.

What’s the worst show?

Lol I don’t know. Besides, I love bad shows sometimes, they relax me.

What color cell phone do you have?

It’s this really cool blue. Sadly, I broke its back glass very early on, so now I hide it with a phone case.

What kind?

Huawei P20 Lite.

What does the first text message in your inbox say and who sent it?

Ah, not gonna check now.

What was the last text you sent and who did you send it to?

Something to my best friend, probably asking her how her work’s going.

Who was the last person to call you?

My parents, I think.

Who was the last person you called?

Probably same, I hate calling people.

CURRENTLY

Are you missing someone?

Hm, I don’t think so.

What are you listening to?

Just outside noise, kids screaming, usual stuff.

Watching?

My computer screen where I’m tying this lol

Worrying about?

If I’ll be able to balance my freelancing gigs with a full-time job or if it’s better to just stick with freelancing because I like that more.

Where are you?

On my living room floor.

What’s it like there?

Pretty nice.

How are you feeling?

Not bad, actually, last night I felt kinda eeeh so I thought that mood would continue today, but I slept really well (and really long because I didn’t feel like doing anything at all) and today I feel much better.

Is anyone with you? Who?

My sister is on the balcony a few feet away.

Are you hungry?

Not really, but I could eat.

What do you want to eat?

Idk, I’m feeling Mexican food today, but that’s not gonna happen.

Thirsty?

Nope.

What do you want to drink?

Orange juice would be nice though.

What time is it?

3 PM on the dot.

LASTS

Thing you ate?

Spicy chips.

Thing you drank?

Pretty sure it’s water.

Thing you said?

No idea lol

Movie you watched?

Princess Mononoke in open-air cinema, such a cool experience!

Store you went to? What did you buy?

A supermarket, I bought some sandwiches, the aforementioned chips, some chocolates.

Person you talked to?

My sister.

Person you hugged?

No clue, not much of a hugger.

Kissed?

Not much of a kisser either lol

Yelled at?

Also not much of a yeller, so it must have been a very long time ago.

Book you read?

Anxious People by Fredrik Backman.

Thing you touched?

My laptop.

Person you became friends with on Facebook/Myspace/whatever other site?

Oh idk.

RANDOM

Are you a righty or a lefty?

Righty.

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?

A wisdom tooth only.

What is the last heavy object you lifted?

I bought some 5 kg weights for my sister and had to carry them in my backpack.

Have any scars?

Sure.

How did you get them? Any interesting stories?

Hmm, a pretty recent one is from rollerblading, my wheels got stuck on a little stone and I fell almost headfirst into some construction debris. Luckily, since I have plenty of rollerblading experience, I know how to fall, so I didn’t get seriously hurt -- just got scrapes all over. My elbow was in a particularly bad shape and now I got a nice scar to forever remind me of my adventures.

if it were possible, would you want to know the day you’re going to die?

Nope. Not how, not when, nothing.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?

I actually wouldn’t. I never thought my name suited me, but then one day it hit me that it’s such a short, convenient, easily pronounceable name that all my foreign friends can use too, so now I like it.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000?

Uhhh well no, but I’d probably try for $1000. That’s good money for my country.

How about 10 bottles of ketchup?

Again, I’d try. Maybe if I had enough time, I could.

10 bottles of maple syrup?

I’ve never tried maple syrup so it’s hard to say.

A bottle of vinegar?

Okay, I draw the line there.

10 jars of peanutbutter?

With enough time, sure.

How many pairs of flip flops do you own?

None, I don’t find them comfortable.

Favorite month?

November.

Do you always answer your phone?

Lol no. I mean, I do to my family and sometimes friends, but if an unknown number is calling, well... sorry.

It’s four AM and you get a text message, who is it?

Actually, I’m the one who’s most likely to answer messages at 4 am because I often work at night. Plus, I know everyone’s sleeping then so they won’t answer right away. Sometimes I feel so pressured when I answer a message and a person writes back immediately, the exception being when it’s something urgent or arranging plans or so.

If you could change your eye color what would it be?

Probably blue. I’m cool with my boring brown eyes now tho

Do you own a digital camera?

Nope.

Do you take lots of pictures of yourself?

Not a lot, but more now than I did before.

Do you take them in front of the mirror in the bathroom?

Rarely, but it happens.

Have you ever had a pet fish?

Nope.

Pet hamster?

Nope.

Bird?

Nope.

Favorite Christmas movie?

I guess I’ll go with Home Alone.

Favorite Christmas song?

Christmas Love by Jimin.

Can you do push ups?

Loool absolutely not.

Can you do a chin up?

Nope.

Does the future make you nervous or excited?

Right now it doesn’t make me feel anything particular. I’m usually of the excited kind, though.

Ever been in a car accident?

Yes, but everyone involved was okay somehow, even though a motorcycle scraped my family car at high speed. Luckily, the guy riding it had a helmet and all that, so he only sustained very minor injuries.

Do you have an accent?

I mean, everyone does? But yeah, English is not my native language, so I probably do have a vaguely East European accent.

What song always makes you cry?

Always? Well, none, but H. by Tool usually makes me feel that particular tightness in my chest.

Have any plans for tonight?

Just German lesson.

What were you doing at 12 AM last night?

I just arrived home from cinema then, so eating.

What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?

Why are there so many notifications on my phone

#survey