#AND THEN being forced to go to sleep in my regular bed instead of my parents bed :(

[amortentia-over-ice]

The Remedy - Garreth Weasley x F!MC

SUMMARY: Garreth knows the exact cure for your hangover. And plot twist: it's not one of his potions.

Warnings: 18+, Characters aged up. Mention of Drinking. Smut. P in V.

Word Count: 2.5k

You stumbled back into the Gryffindor common room, bleary eyed and forcing yourself not to look at your pocket watch. It hardly mattered, however, considering that you could already see the sneaking suspicion of the sunrise as purple streaks colored the sky through the tower window. 

You were still absolutely pissed off of your face, courtesy of the giggle water and fire whisky, so you thought nothing of it as you started stealing pillows off of the common room couches. Giddily, you found a corner of the room and stacking them around each other. You giggled as you looked at your work of art in progress.

YOU were going to make a PILLOW FORT...NOT sleep in your own bed like some regular loser. This (your drunk mind decided) was a far better option. 

Clumsily, you army crawled your way in once every pillow had been added to the massive pile, wrapping your robes around you to serve as a blanket you let out a contented sigh, shoving one last pillow against the hole you crawled through, promptly falling asleep in your cushioned little hovel. 

A few hours later…

“....Did the house elves do that?”

“A little redecorating perhaps...?” 

“Redecorating? Gar. Please.”

Garreth Weasley was hardly listening to Leander prattle on as he thoughtfully regarded the odd pile of pillows in front of him. It was interesting, he noted, that the pillow pile had magically appeared the same morning that Natty had mentioned to him you hadn’t returned to your dorm last night. 

He had already been worried that Sebastian had somehow kept you too late...or worse...that he had somehow snuck you into the Slytherin dorms instead. 

But then...as he heard a faint snore emanate from within the pillows, he gave a slight, but relieved, grin. 

“Right, then.” He sighs as he sits down patiently in front of the pillow fort, conjuring two mugs with steaming hot tea.The smell of peppermint drifts into your cave, your favorite.

You stir with a groan due to your monstrous headache, and the next thing you hear is Gar’s cackle right outside this odd structure you had found yourself in. 

Naturally, you had a very foggy idea of how you ended up in a pillow fort.

You poked your head out to find Gar grinning at you, holding out a mug to you in offering. How could he look so endearingly at you while you were SURE you looked like a pile of hippogriff dung? 

“Er– morning! By the way, I’m going to kill Sebastian for this.” He says in a  light voice entirely too cheerful for your current headache. You smirk at the slightly out of character threat to your mutual friend. Sebastian had been known to get the both of you into similar states more than once in the past. 

You sigh and shake your head, “It’s not totally his fault. I can’t ever resist a dare from that Scottish fool. Which I guess makes me one too.” You conceded in jest, but still  you accept Gar’s offering gratefully.

Your lean on your elbows, taking a gratuitous sip of the peppermint, sighing at the warmth as it soothes your throat. 

He raises his mug to yours, as if in a cheers before taking a sip as he cracked open his potions book. Most of the students had left at this point as classes had already begun, but clearly Gar must have guessed you’d be here a while. 

Finally you spoke, eyeing him suspiciously, “You’re being awfully nice to me for someone who just woke up in a pillow fort. No questions you want to ask over there?” 

He chuckled before shaking his head, taking another sip of his tea patiently as he continued to read. 

Your eyes narrowed further. 

“Does the book mean you’ll be here a while then? You might be waiting a while before I leave this cave, just so you know. The levels of shame are high.” 

He smirked again, taking another sip.

“Oh me? Just drinking my tea.”

You laughed ruefully, “Right, so I can assume you're not just here to gloat at my hungover state then?” 

This time, he slurped his tea even louder. 

“Gar.” At that accusation you glared again and he laughed as he ducked the spare pillow you threw at him. 

“Relaxxxxx.” He teases as his lips curl in another grin,  “Seems like we may be here a while. Perhaps more tea?” He says smugly as he refills his mug, and you give him another eye roll. 

“You know...I’m going to have to get you back for that. And no amount of tea is going to keep you safe from me.” You add teasingly from your pillow throne. 

But then, his eyes meet yours with just the slightest bit of mischief glimmering behind all that green as he says, “...And what if I don’t want to be?”

Your smile matches his, playing along with him as you softly ask, 

“Be what, Gar?”

You watch as he smirks, sets down the tea and crouches down to you at eye level. Up close you can almost count his merry freckles, even as curl falls in his face his eyes stay on yours.

“If I don’t want to be safe from you, silly.” 

Your grin deepens as you reach forward to tug him down by his tie. 

“Careful. I bite.”

“In that case, move over.”

He doesn’t hesitate before he’s following your tug, crawling right into your space, arms and legs all a tangle as you both laugh at the fact there is not a single graceful way to maneuver yourselves with the limited space in your pillow cave. 

His breath is hot as he laughs mere inches from your own face, and you fall over off balance, but his arms are quick as they snake around your lower back and tug you close.

“C’mere.”

His voice is playful, but his hands are firm as the sudden and eager movement makes you lose your breath as a small laugh escapes to match his own. 

“So bossy today.” 

You cuddle into him, following the line of his body and letting a deep sigh go as you find the spot you’ve fit into many times before. 

Gar lets out a contented hum, just as pleased at the feel of you against him, settling back against you as he runs an idle hand through your hair. 

“So lazy bones, shall we just hide in here all day?” He says softly into your hair as your fingers play at his collarbones. 

“Why? Have somewhere to be?” 

“No…not any place I’d rather be, anyway. Perhaps I should have brought you one of my new concoctions to help that hangover.” 

He murmurs so close to your ear, that he feels you shiver against him and he smiles. 

“...Or perhaps another remedy for you today...?” His hand trails up your side slowly, until it finds your chin, your lips. His thumb draws across your lower lip slowly, and all of a sudden you are very, very awake. 

“I’d much prefer the second option. Your potions always have a weird aftertaste of grapes.” You whisper as you scrunch your nose, and he leans forward to nibble it. 

“Tsk, Play nice.” The look in his eyes as his mouth hovers near yours is anything but hurt, especially as they flicker down to your lips. 

“I can do that.” You breathe slowly as you lean forward, wrapped in his arms, and in the warmth of your cave, your lips touch his without a care in the world…hangover forgotten. 

He presses back immediately with a small sound, his lips part for yours slowly, as if taking his time to taste you. His hands wrap into the fabric of your shirt tighter, while quickly moving to tug the fabric upward to reach the warmth of your hips.

Your half working brain is already going: yes, yes, yes.

Your torso mindlessly arches into his palm that continues to touch every inch of you slowly and gently. He makes a grateful noise as you move against him.

You and Gar were friends, after all. The very best of friends. The type of friends who could do this…. And do it well. 

“Someone seems to be feeling better,” He mumbles, giving you a half smile between your kisses, that are far from stopping, as he lifts your shirt over your head, and you tug the buttons from his. He pulls back quickly, only to help you shrug it off his shoulders, before he is back on you again, devouring your neck. 

You gasp, leaning back for him as his lips are preoccupied with hot, open mouthed, kisses along the column of your throat, and finally your hands are in those wild red curls as you hold him there. 

“Gar!” You sigh in surprise, and he just stops to give you a wicked grin before coming back to your neck, your ear.

“What? You asked me to help you feel better didn’t you?” 

As his hushed tease brushes against your ear, his hand sneaks down your stomach, to your thigh, casually bunching up the fabric of your skirt in his hands. 

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out, and it’s an answer to two questions. At your words, his palm hooks your fabric to the side, dragging up the wetness already there with a sigh.  You rock into his hand greedily and he obliges with a finger slipping  into you gently. Now you’re moaning, and he’s rocking his own hips against you.

Somehow, you manage to note that you DID build a good pillow fort as it’s somehow staying together despite the way the both of you are climbing all over eachother, with no regards to much except tearing your clothes off.

Your hand reaches towards his trousers and she shifts for you, tongue slipping into your mouth as he enthusiastically slips a second finger into you, the feel of him stretching you causing more of a mess as your hands reach for his cock. 

He’s already impossibly hard and ready. You. swipe your thumb along the bead of moisture from his tip with a smile, and he jolts into your touch. You use the stickiness of it to drag the moisture down his shaft and he moans into your mouth. Cheekily, and because you can, you use your other hand to cup his balls and bring him closer into you. 

“M-merlin, you can’t keep doing that,”  He mumbles in a rush, his breath mixing with your own panting, as his fingers continue to get the same reaction from between your own legs. His fingers become slightly less gentle, pressing deeper and faster inside you. You fight a moan as it slips through your lips, your hands accidentally tugging on Gar’s curls. 

He makes a noise, and your eyes snap open your words rushing out, “I-I’m sorry I-”

Gar’s mouth catches yours to cut off your protest, “No, don’t stop. Please.” 

He enjoys the feeling of your fingers in his hair, eyes rolling slightly  back in his head as he feels your nails. Then he realizes he doesn’t know who needs the “remedy’ anymore. You. Or him. 

He feels his skin flushed all over from everywhere you're touching him and he takes in a shaky breath before moving clumsily to get closer to you, removing his hand from you to snake down to your thigh to shift you open to make room for him. You oblige, shifting for him, leg lifting to hook around his hip. He hungrily comes back for your mouth, but you move at the same time.... you both accidentally bump heads. 

“Oops.” You whisper, you both giggle, and he finds it so adorable that he can’t help but kiss your lips again as his hands fight to tug his belt off, trousers down. Suddenly, he sinks back against you, his hard cock pressing between your legs as his hips rock, teasing, to rub against you. 

“Oops.” he whispers back with a wicked grin, and you only respond by tugging him closer by his hair again for another hungry, open mouthed, kiss. 

His hands find your face, a hand gingerly wrapping around your cheek. Everything pauses for a moment as he finds your eyes. A long breath before a subtle nod from you, and you don’t look away from him as you feel him press into you. 

Your mouth falls open, face twisting in sweetness and his expression conveys the same. He breathes out slowly, feeling your warmth close in around him. It's almost too sweet for anyone to bear, and yet he is the one lucky enough to try.

His forehead falls against yours, and your lips rise to meet his quickly between your huffing breaths as he moves deeper.

“Are you oka-”

“Yes. Merlin yes.” 

After some resistance, you find your body is not only taking him, but begging for more. 

You can hardly breathe before he tilts your jaw back to him, for another kiss, before his hips begin to move further. 

The sounds of the both of you fill the small space with shaky breaths, your bodies finding a rhythm as you rock back and forth amidst all the pillows. In the secret space, there is only you and him, and whatever cure you were looking for, you don’t think anything is better than this. 

Your breath comes faster, and his name fills your lungs. 

He loved the sounds you made, so much that he’d already lost himself in them. His strokes become steadied, determined, his free hand wraps around your lower back to anchor you and keep you against him and his pace. He sank into you again, and again your name a breathless whisper into your ear. You can do nothing, but lift your hips to meet him. 

At the slight change in angle, your eyes flashed as your body twisted in pleasure, 

“Gar.” Hearing his name from you in such a way elicits a choked “fuck” from him, before a rush of breath as he instantly recognizes the need in your voice. 

His thrusts became less steady, more demanding, a low groan from his mouth watching you under him, his hair wild and falling in his face as he doesn't dream of stopping. 

Your body seizes, nails digging into his skin, and nothing can compare to the wave of nerve endings firing, penetrating each of your senses. 

He holds you through it, pressing deeper into you as you writhe against him 

And then suddenly he slams flush against you, a groan of your name as he comes hard and fast. The arm that holds him up is shaking as he huffs, a few tremors working through him in the aftermath. He falls against you in an ethereal haze. 

You're both recovering, lost in the haze, the smell of the both of you taking over your small hideaway. 

He turns towards you, his smile uneven. You smile back, brushing his hair gently out of his face. 

“.....I do feel much better now.” You whisper cheekily, and he huffs a small laugh, 

“Mhm.” He tugs you back over for a few more cuddles, glad to hide away from the rest of the world with you as long as you could. 

#garreth weasley #weasley wednesday #garreth weasley smut #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy fanficiton #garreth weasley fanfiction #y/n

[kasdan]

housewardens at a halloween party

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia

warnings: none other than the usual anger, cockiness, and deceiving nature that usually come with the housewardens

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is too busy relaying different rules to other dorm mates or to himself so he doesn’t break any that he forgets to actually just have fun

acts more of a bodyguard at the party rather than a regular student attending the party

gets fed up when one too many people accidentally step on his shoes and bump into him

has an outburst at them and people around him move to quickly leave the premises

eventually has someone from his dorm (probably trey) walk up to him to try and get him to calm down and actually have fun

finds a certain drink that he seems to really like and starts to drink them at a rapid pace

refuses to get on the dance floor looking at all the people that are congested on it

settles to stand watching everyone, but eventually gets dragged to play a game that required another person to play

likes the game more than he thought and gets very competitive

shouts when he makes a good move or gets outplayed by his opponent

is so into the game that he doesn’t notice almost all the people who were playing left

won’t stop playing until he’s won at least once

will force everyone from his dorm back early enough so that they’re not out after curfew

you definitely do not want to be caught by him while you’re out after curfew for any dorm you’re apart of

would rather be sleeping in his bed instead of going to a party

is very reluctant to go and have to deal with so many “herbivores” in one room

actually finds himself having a decent time but will never admit that out loud or show it on his face

sits observing the room from against the wall with a drink in his hand

overhears a conversation of finding another person and thinks that could be a fun way to mess with people

volunteers to fill in the spot missing and the people looking think it’s a joke at first before they see that he’s being completely serious

goes against a particularly cocky student and he feigns a scared look at the person gloating about previous rounds won

the look only fuels the cockiness of the other student

the look is soon swiped off of the other students face when leona swiftly beats him in the first round

it’s leonas turn to get a cocky smug look on his face as rounds and rounds pass of him sweeping the competition

the student he was playing against quickly stomps off in annoyance and anger and getting destroyed in the game he was gloating about

happily sleeps through the rest of the night and day after the incident

he doesn’t just go to the party mans is working it

if he’s not the one who originally organized the party, might as well be by the end of it

as soon as he hears there’s a party he is fully preparing how he would make the most profit out of it

will somehow make it so the party is set to be in the mostro lounge instead of the previous location so he can take advantage of having mostly everything set up for him already

puts floyd and jade to work going around with drinks and snacks for people

doesn’t join in the fun activities of the party; he’s just enjoying the profit he’s getting out of all of it

will find ways to cause people to want to buy more drinks or snacks

puts on a song he knows everyone is going to want to get up to dance to and waits patiently for people to get thirsty and order drinks

hosts a “contest” where people pay tickets to guess how many gallons of water a certain water tank had in it for a chance to win an undisclosed prize

azul is so good at convincing people and talking up products that no one really questions it, even if it is azul they’re talking about

very shockingly no one gets it right and azul goes to bed with a smile on his face that night

is the life of the party

will try to chat with anyone and everyone who walks in the door

just about gives jamil a heart attack when he keeps leaving his side to go to different places he wants to explore

is forced to only eat or drink things that are handed to him by jamil

practically gets a cup knocked out of his hand by him when he shows up next to him with a questionable substance in it

mans actually needs a leash

people love having him at the party with his energetic personality that has everyone mirroring his contagious smile that he always has

spends a lot of his time on the dance floor with people

it’s like the man doesn’t get tired at all when he dances for an hour straight with a bright smile still on his face

asks jamil if he wants a drink when he sees him panting and sweating next to him

somehow ends up as the dj of the party

is bummed when the party eventually comes to an end and he has to leave

definitely goes to every party that he hears about

will spend hours getting ready for the party only to show up an hour into the party so he can be considered “fashionably late”

insists on bringing an entourage (that being rook and epel) and spends even more time making sure that they look the part as well

won’t drink or eat anything that’s offered at the party saying that he can’t afford to have anything happen to his skin by not watching what he was consuming

won’t verbally go against rook and epel eating or drinking anything, but will give them a face of disappointment that doesn’t phase rook, but causes epel to slowly put the cup he picked up back down on the table

is wordlessly aiming to be the center of attention as he strolls through the party with his head held high like he owns the room

will pose for any pictures he comes across, if he was asked for it or not

does frequently squeeze himself into frame at the sight of any phone up taking a picture, making note that they were lucky to have him in the photo

don’t forget to tag him so his copious amount of fans are able to find it and repost it everywhere they can

treats the party as something like an event to make an event in, convinced that showing up is all he has to do to make an impression

well he’s not really wrong

makes sure to do extra skin care routines in the morning after the party

you’re kidding right?

there’s absolutely no way this man is going to be in a ten foot radius of this party let alone at it

but if ortho somehow convinces him to go he wants to send his tablet there in his stead, but ortho is not having it, saying that he’ll have so much fun

argues about it for a while before ortho eventually pushes convinces him to go

steps one foot into the doorway before he’s immediately turning in the other direction

ortho is ready for this when he quickly gets in front of him to stop him from walking off the property so easily

pushes himself in the furthest corner he can get from all the action going on

needs ortho to bring him food and drinks because he won’t move from his spot

has enough when one too many people step by him and he shoots himself up from the corner, startling the people by him as he practically runs for the exit

is practically cursing out ortho the entire way back to his dorm room

even if he originally somehow got ortho to let him use his tablet to go, he wouldn’t last even five minutes before he slides out the door unseen when ortho is looking the other way

would start his own kind of halloween “party” in his room which entails him playing scary games for rest of the duration of the party

totally doesn’t get scared when his door is suddenly opened from ortho asking where he went

is so excited to have an invite with him not getting many

when sebek finds out about the party he tries to talk malleus out of going because of the large amounts of people that would be there

he does not succeed so he ends up following him around the party anyway (very very closely might i add)

has never really been to a party like this before, only just going to fancy dinner parties that required his attendance

he however finds this one interesting with the chaotic energy that fills the room and the booming music that fills his ears

will walk around observing everyone and the activities that they’re doing

people scatter and make a pathway for him while he walks around

goes to try some of the activities that are set out for people

the people there originally don’t stick around long when he walks over, but still enjoys it with sebek taking the other people’s place

wants to try every food and drink that’s available that comes along with sebeks complaints along the way

overall enjoyed getting to experience the party himself and is happy he got to be invited to one

buy me a coffee ♡

#twisted wonderland #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #halloween #halloween headcanons #twst riddle #twst leona #disney twst #twst azul #twst kalim #twst vil #twst idia #twst malleus #twst housewardens #twisted wonderland housewardens

[n3ssier]

hi! can i please request headcanons for spetsnaz guys returning home and seeing their partner sleeping with their clothes on or hugging their coat? kind of like "i miss my husband so ill steal his clothes" type of thing 😭

YES THIS IS SOOO CUTE OML i hope this is okay for ya !

spetsnaz coming home from a mission to find their s/o sleeping in or hugging their clothes <3

glaz

•when timur gets home from a long mission, the first thing he wants to do is go through to the bedroom and see you, but he typically chooses the more rational option. this is to put his bag away and shower first, so he doesn’t hug/kiss you while still all sweaty and dirty

•quickly rinses himself in the shower before chucking on some sweatpants and going through to see you in you guys’ shared bedroom

•when he walks through he notices you laying atop the covers, instead of underneath them as usual, almost as if you were waiting on him getting home before he unfortunately got stuck in traffic on the highway

•just as timur would feel a tinge of guilt for keeping you waiting, you would stir in your sleep and roll over on to your back; thats when he notices the hoodie you’re wearing, its his :o

•just wants to admire you all night long

•you’ll wake up to his snores in the morning, as well as the sun shining in at you two, which is a much needed surprise, compared to the fact that you’ve woken up alone the past few days while he was on his mission

•compliments and flatters you all morning for sure😭

kapkan

•when maxim gets home he’s exhausted but forces himself to stay awake long enough to tidy himself up and but his bag away

•walks into the bedroom but stops at the doorframe as he sees you asleep in bed, seeing your arms wrapped around his coat which was peeking above the covers of the bed

•his straight face is definitely hiding the excitement he feels at seeing you so cute

•slowly takes off the covers and as gently and slowly as he can, takes the coat away from you before taking its place in your arms and tucking the two of you back into the covers 

•the next morning you feel him in your arms in place of the coat and cant help but feel sooo relieved to have him back

•this mf is smiley that morning, but wont actually say admit it

•you ask him why he’s smiling and he’s just like “what? uhh no i’m not” and when you insist that he’s smiling about something he claims “i’m just happy to see you”

fuze 

•shuhrat prefers to show his love through actions rather than words. he kinda guessed that you’d appreciate having his hoodie to sleep in while he was away, that is why he made sure to spray his cologne on your favourite clothes of his without telling you before he left.

•when he gets home however many days later, he changes out of his work clothes and empties his bag before rushing through to go sleep

•he stops in his tracks after seeing you though

•at the sight of you he stops, and he just stands there smiling, he’s so happy that you actually did sleep in his clothes like he had guessed, and hopes to himself that you appreciated the extra spray of cologne he put on them, wondering if you noticed or not.

•shuhrat will wrap his arms around you tight and go to sleep, excited to talk to you in the morning when you’re awake

•you wake up and he’s not in bed, panicking because you know he should’ve gotten home overnight. but then almost perfectly on time he comes into the room with coffee (or tea, or hot chocolate, or water, or whatever u prefer) and breakfast.

•watches your face as you’re eating to see if you like it or not and smiling, then he mentions that he saw you in his clothes last night, laughing as you express your embarrassment since you don’t usually wear his clothes. although he reassures you that you can wear them whenever you want, and after this day it becomes a regular thing

tachanka

•alexsandr misses you like hell oml

•when he gets home he just goes straight through to the bedroom and changes, not paying notice to how loud he’s being

•just rips the covers off of you so that he can get into bed aswell, but that causes you to stir in your sleep and he panics, remembering you are there and realising that he has nearly woken you up

•when he sees you with your arms wrapped around his big ass hoodie belonging to him he feels so proud, like shedding a single tear typa moment because he just couldn’t believe it, he thinks you look soooo cute

•nearly wakes you in the morning again when he gets up to make you breakfast, i don’t think he can help it atp

•you wake up to the fire alarm because he nearly burns the house down whilst making ur breakfast

•you wake up to him coming in the room with a tray consisting of coffee (or tea, hot chocolate etc) and a pretty poor attempt at eggs and bacon, he tried his best

•he will plant a kiss on your head and tell you how much he’s missed you

#r6community #r6s kapkan #spetsnaz #fuze x reader #tachanka #tachanka r6 #r6 fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #writer #rainbow six siege

[thedoctorisinlove]

could you possibly do eddie munson x reader where he lets them braid his hair? :) it'll all just be cute & fluff

eddie munson ; playing with his hair headcanons

genre : fluff & slightly suggestive

pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader

disclaimer : mentions of sexual tension, mentions of making out

author's note : hello anon! thank you so much for the request. i wasn't sure how to write this all out as headcanons but i tried my best and i hope you enjoyed it! :)

⋆ as well can tell, eddie's hair is a literal mess that's easily comparable to a bird's nest. braiding his mess of a hair is like taking literal clumps of hair and smushing them up. even if you straighten his hair with a straightener, it's impossible for it to be straight.

⋆ but you make do with it. if you're braiding his hair, your go-to braids for eddie are bubble braids.

⋆ he loves how funky they look, and he'd constantly beg for you to use those funky hair ties instead of the plain black ones. he says they're too boring for his taste and he'd much prefer hair ties with those big, ruffly frilly bows of neon colors. he's a big child at heart and also just wants to get some laughs out of it.

⋆ he'd literally go to school the next day with it. when he gets back, you just see a shitton of random shit on his hair now. glitter everywhere, stickers that're dangling out of his hair, a missing bow on a hair tie. and you're just like how tf did this happen 😭.

⋆ the entire time, eddie, being the little annoying shit he is (jk he isn't i love him sm), he'll be like "so did you know what fucking jessica did today?" and literally would just gossip and ramble on and on about his schoolday or stupid shit like "if i had 9 toes, would you still love me?"

⋆ eddie refuses to have you braid his hair anywhere except on the floor. he's the type of mf that criss cross applesauce. you literally can't do his hair unless you both are on the ground. if you're doing his hair in his room on his bed, his mind'll wonder off and his head will keep moving. if you're doing it on his lap or vice versa, just forget doing his hair at all at that point. he'll be making out with you the entire night.

⋆ now, if you accidentally tug his hair, a low groan slips out of eddie's lips. and you pause and notice a dent on his jeans and you're like "dude are you s r s or slash j". just tease the fuck out of him, he'll go quiet instantly. his face will be pale in from forcing himself not to go red from your words. that or he'll tease back and the entire place will be filled with sexual tension.

⋆ if you're doing his hair late at night, man's on the brink of falling asleep but he's pulling through for you. you can feel his cheek nudging slightly towards more to your fingers that're working on his sides. he's trying to warm his own face up with the warmth of your finger.

⋆ if you're just simply playing with his hair, especially during nighttime and you guys are just on his bed together, he'll instantly fall asleep with your hands in his hair. he craves your touch every second of the day, he's the most at peace with you like this. once he's drifting off to sleep, you can notice even notice a small smile make its' way on his face. not his regular snarky smiles, but a smile that's genuinely at peace.

⋆ once you take off eddie's hair ties, his will be a big ass mess, messier than his normal hair. ruffle his hair a bit please, he loves it when you do that everytime you take off the hair ties. he'll be planting several small kisses on your lips after, i promise.

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things eddie #stranger things eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader hcs #eddie munson x reader headcanon #eddie munson x reader headcanons #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson x reader fanfic #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson x reader fic

[missvelvetsstuff]

Cold Hearted

Steve Rogers x Reader, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky x Reader X Natasha(past) Reader x ????

Chapter 7

Warnings: swearing, angst, SMUT SMUT SMUT NO ONE UNDER 18, threesome, fmf

SERIOUSLY SMUT! You've BEEN WARNED.

Notes: I like how this came out. I'm bisexual and don't see enough fmf in mcu fanfiction, it's always mfm which is cool, been there but I love the contrast and softness with women. It's been awhile since I've been with a woman so I hope it is realistic. I just hope it doesn't suck. Let me know what you think but if it sucks please be gentle.

After the meeting with Gen Ross, things settled down to a strange calm. Steve submitted his resignation, effective in 30 days so he had time to settle whatever he was working on. He wasn't really working on anything but Gen Ross allowed it so Steve could save face like he wasn't being forced out. Steve and Sharon spent most of their time preparing the brownstone in Brooklyn that was bought for them but slept at the compound while the work was being done.

Of course Tony was planning a retirement party for Steve, 40s themed and not too big which for Tony meant less than 100 guests. Another empty gesture to help Steve save face. The team would be fine if Steve just left, not particularly caring about Steve's image but agreed to go along with it.

Two weeks later BB was feeling sad and out of sorts. She knew why when she looked at her calendar when she woke up this morning.

Today was supposed to be her wedding day. Instead it was a regular day with training and meals with the team. She begged off of training, needing a mental health day. Bucky was working with recruits so BB and Nat spent the day cuddling in bed, watching the cheesiest horror movies they could find and ordered food so BB didn't have to face anyone.

BB had her head on Nats breasts and had to hold herself back from playing with them thru the T shirt Nat was wearing. She wanted to mouth at Nats nipples, she was always so sensitive and tasted so good. BB could smell Nats pussy and her mouth was watering, her heart started racing and she picked her head up to look at Nat. She was so beautiful with her hair down and no make up.

BB leaned towards Nat "Sweet Natalia, is this ok? Can I kiss you? Can I taste you?

Nat nodded and BB could see the want in her eyes. BB kissed her softly, Nat moaned and in response BB slid her tongue into Nats mouth and moaned at her taste. "Natalia" she panted "I need you, please let me make you feel good."

Nat nodded and BB started kissing her way down Nats torso making sure to pay special attention to her nipples, suckling and nibbling until Nat arched off of the bed in need. BB giggled and continued her slow descent.

Bucky was sweaty and exhausted after training and decided to take a shower in the locker room before he went home to his girls. His girls, he liked the sound of that. Nat and him had been gently courting BB, not wanting her to feel any pressure, and BB had been spending most of her spare time in their room, including nights. They were all sleeping better for it.

He entered their quarters and noticed all but one light was off. 'It's too early for Nat to go to bed' he thought. Then he heard something, a breathy moan, and grinned wickedly.

"Natalia" he sang out "Are you playing with your toys? You know you are supposed to wait for me. I'll have to punish you" he could smell her arousal all through the suite, toys don't usually get her this worked up.

"You better shut that toy off and take it away from my pussy before I-" he stopped at the bedroom door and groaned, mouth open and cock already half hard. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Gorgeous" he whispered.

Spread out on his bed was Nat, hair mussed, eyes hooded, shirt pushed up over her breasts which were covered with little bite marks. BB had her face buried between Nats legs, bare ass up in the air, thighs wet with her slick and her pussy dripping onto the bed. He just stood there for a minute, not wanting to interrupt the moment but dying to join in. They were so wrapped up in each other they didn't hear him come in.

He could hear Nats breathing quicken and her legs shaking and was torn between watching her cum all over BBs face or stopping them and edging her for starting without him. He chose the former figuring it had been many years and they both deserved the release. He pulled his fully hard and throbbing cock out of his pants and started slowly stroking it to the rhythm of BBs fingers fucking into Nats drenched pussy. BB moaned and Nat was done, she screamed as she covered BBs face and tits with her release.

Bucky quickly stripped then approached the bed holding his cock in his vibranium hand. He grabbed BBs hair with his flesh hand, pulling her up to face him. Her eyes were glazed and she had a small grin on her face.

"BB!"

"Yes Sargeant."

"How many times did you make Natalia cum?"

"Only 3 Sir"

"Can I join you?"

BB smiled "Yes Sir"

Bucky pulled her towards him and gave her a sloppy wet kiss, moaning because he could taste Nat on BBs tongue. When he was done he pushed her face back into Nats pussy and started rubbing her ass, giving it a couple of hard slaps making BB squeal. He groaned when he reached BBs slit. She was drenched.

"Is that all for me BB or is it from eating Natalias sweet cunt?"

BB nodded and moaned, having already brought Nat to the edge of an orgasm, then pulled away. Nat groaned at the loss until she realized Bucky had joined them and they both waited for him to tell them what he wanted.

"BB, I'm going to fuck this pretty pussy and you will keep eating Nats pussy. You have to make her keep cumming until I do. At least three more. Ok?"

BB moaned out "Yes Sir"

Bucky ran his painfully hard cock along her slit, covering himself in her slick and bumping into her swollen clit repeatedly. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and groaned at BBs taste.

BB dove back into Nats pussy, licking her clit, tongue flat and making sure to catch the sweetness that drooled out of her hole that was twitching with a need to be filled. She slid two fingers into Nat and growled when Bucky started slowly sliding into her, the stretch intense but so welcome. Bucky yelped when he was fully seeded inside her, enjoying the tight, wet, heat of her. He stilled for a moment to let her get used to him.

"Jesus BB, I could cum right now and fill you up. You feel so good, so tight and wet. I've missed you BB, missed this sweet pussy. We both have. Fuck doll. I don't know how long I'll last this time."

Nat just groaned and babbled, long past the point of making sense just enjoying BBs hot tongue devouring her as she felt another orgasm building.

"BB!"

"Yes Sargeant?" She mumbled into Nats pussy.

"Is Natalia going to cum again?"

BB moaned "Yes Sir"

"Fuck her harder, add another finger"

BB complied and Nat whined "Please BB, I, I c can't"

Bucky tutted at her "You will take what you are given Natalia. Now cum for me, shower BB."

"BB, don't you dare waste a drop of her precious cum. Drink her down"

BB nodded and hummed which sent Nat over the edge again. BB groaned and licked up every drop.

Bucky started slowly fucking into BB, feeling every spot, pulling almost all the way out them slamming back into her. Going faster and harder with every thrust.

"I think this pussy missed me too BB, she keeps sucking me back in, grabbing my cock like she doesn't want to let go. I can feel she wants to cum but you have to wait."

BB groaned and fought to hold it in.

"You can do it BB, taking me so well and making Natalia feel so good. You are our missing piece and we'll never let you go again. Mine!" he slapped her ass "Ours!" he slapped the other cheek.

BB was struggling to keep from cumming, she was right there but didn't want to disappoint her Jamie, especially after all this time, she wanted to be his good girl.

Bucky knew it, could feel her body wind up "such a good girl, BB. So fucking good" Bucky threw his head back and thrust harder, deeper in places no one, not even Steve had been able to touch. She squealed and sucked harder on Nats clit until Nat came again squirting all over BB and soaking the bed.

Bucky praised them both "That's my good girls, my beautiful, perfect girls. Fuck you feel so good, I love you both so much." He reached around to rub BBs clit with his vibranium hand

"Cum for me BB" he growled "I'm cumming BB, drench my cock. I need to feel you milking me. Let go BB I've got you"

She felt the coil tighten until it snapped and she screamed into Nats pussy, pushing her over the edge too. Bucky grabbed her hips and slammed into her as deep as he could go and filled her until his cum was leaking out around his cock.

"Fuck! Yes! BB milking my cock, so good"

He pulled out slowly, still hard, and moved BB so she was lying on her back.

He gently grabbed Nats chin and kissed her deep and hard "You ok, baby? I hope you know we aren't even close to done. I need you to clean up my mess, see how it's dripping out of BBs pussy? Don't let any go to waste."

Nat smiled "Of course, my two favorite flavors" and Bucky helped her sit up and she leaned in to lick Bucky's cum out of BBs soaked cunt, making sure to go over her swollen clit. Bucky slapped her ass "Take good care of our BB"

Bucky moved towards BBs head, leaned down to kiss her, she moaned into his mouth as Nat brought her close to cumming again.

"Don't cum yet BB, you need to clean up your mess. I need to feel that mouth wrapped around my cock"

BB opened wide and he slowly slid into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. "Fuck, this mouth is almost as good as your pussy BB. Right Natalia?"

Nat moaned in agreement and slid two fingers into BB, suckling on her clit until she could feel BB was ready to cum. BB started whining, looking up at Bucky through her lashes and he almost came again but held it back. He started roughly fucking her face.

"You need to cum BB? I want you to cum all over Natalia. Show her how good she makes you feel baby. Let go."

BBs orgasm hit her from out of nowhere and she shook and whimpered while she soaked Nat.

"Good girl, such a good girl BB. I'm gonna cum now and you better swallow it all like a good girl. Fuck! Fuck! Jesus!" he shouted and came down her throat.

All three collapsed in a pile, taking a moment to breathe and get a drink of water before they continued.

BB sat up "Alright Sargeant, now it's your turn. Lay down flat on your back. Natalia, go sit on his face" they both obliged, loving how the dynamic between the three of them could change a number of times during one session. Bucky loved to be in control but sometimes he got just as turned on being controlled. He would only ever submit with Nat and BB because he knew he could trust them completely and they would never hurt him. At least not in a bad way.

Nat hovered above Bucky's face, pussy dripping on him and he groaned "What have I told you about hovering Natalia?" He smacked her ass with his vibranium hand and pulled her down so he was almost drowning in her. What a way to go.

BB just watched for a minute until Bucky was completely lost devouring Nat then carefully straddled him and grabbed his cock to line up with her slit. She slowly slid down until he was filling her up and he groaned, bucking up into her.

BB sat down on him hard and pinched his thigh "I didn't tell you to move. Stay still Sargeant and take what I give you or you don't get to cum." She ground against him rubbing her clit on his pubic bone, rolling her hips and whining at the feeling.

"Are you my good boy Jamie? Making us feel so good. Does he feel good Natalia?"

Nat moaned and smiled at BB. Besides the physical pleasure this felt so right, so perfect. She leaned forward and kissed BB, hot and dirty, her tongue licking at the roof of BBs mouth which still tasted like her.

Bucky was eating her so well, finding all of her spots and she felt ready to explode "Fuck! BB he's so good. Please can I cum"

When he heard that Bucky intensified his efforts, desperate to taste her cum, to feel her twitching and throbbing on his tongue.

BB pinched Nats nipples "Cum Natalia. Give him everything" and that's all it took. Nat squirted on Bucky's face and he slurped up every last drop. Nat almost fell off of him, legs turned to Jello and trying to catch her breath.

BB slowly rode Bucky sliding up and down his cock, swiveling her hips until she was close to cumming again.

"Jamie baby, you ready to fill me up again? I can feel your cock throbbing and twitching, so hard. Fuck baby, I'm gonna cum again. Cum with me Jamie, please baby, I need it so bad" and they both fell over the edge.

The three of them just laid spread out on the bed catching their breath until Bucky got up and went to the bathroom to grab a towel to clean them up. When he went back into the bedroom he saw that BB and Nat had moved a bit so they were touching, this time Nat had her head on BBs breasts.

Bucky stopped to stare at his perfect girls, he would do anything for both of these women who had stolen his heart back when he thought it was dead, when they all lived in Hell and only had each other for comfort. He gently cleaned them both up and sat against the headboard, satisfied and content but always up for more of his girls.

At dinner that night the trio's absence was noticed. Especially by Steve, he remembered what today was supposed to be, everyone did but they all danced around it and no one had dared mention it to BB.

Sam and Tony were exchanging sly looks and grinning, having assumed correctly that the missing trio were too wrapped up in each other to put on clothes and be sociable.

Sam slipped Tony a $20 "thought they would take longer to get nasty" he shrugged.

Wanda smiled a wry smile "They all wanted it but were hesitant due to recent events."

Sharon scoffed "What's with the speaking in code? Where is everyone? Kinda quiet tonite."

Steve sighed.

Wanda gave her a dirty look. "Nothing to concern yourself with. Won't you two be moving soon?" And turned to talk to Tony, tuning out Sharon.

After ordering food and eating enough for a small army Bucky, Nat and BB slept better than any of them had in ages, finally feeling like they found home.

@vicmc624

Chapter 8

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x sharon carter #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes x natasha romanoff #bucky x nat x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes #james bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #natasha romanoff x reader #cold hearted

[hkplushier]

1: misunderstanding

beomkai short one-shot | fluff | 3.4k words

Summary: Beomgyu is so fucking mad at Huening Kai. Huening Kai is also mad at Beomgyu. Both had a fight and had been ignoring one another for some time, but despite anything else they still care for each other, and they somehow make up.

Warning! so much fluffiness, a tiktok video made me write this, both students in college, huening kai being an architect student coz why not?, established relationship, beomgyu is a fool, beomjun are besties, mentioned of taebin

Author's Note: i think this will be my 1st tym posting my beomjunkai oneshots here. beomjunkai oneshots will be sort of compilation. this is actually posted on ao3 but ao3 is down at the moment so i hope everything's go back to normal ㅠㅠ

here it goes enjoy if ever there will be someone reading this even tho i know this app is mostly for y/n fics hehehe...

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Yeonjun struggled to focus on slurping his rabokki when Beomgyu's furrowed brows and frowning face distracted him so much. Another sigh and that's it. He had enough of his friend's whining and complaining in front of him, which had been going on for a few days. Yeonjun had no idea what was causing Beomgyu to be so distressed these days, and even if he knew, he didn't want to force him to talk about it. However, it irked him that the typically boisterous Beomgyu hadn't been himself lately.

"Geez. What's wrong? Did you fall out of the bed again while sleeping?" Yeonjun tried to joke, diverting his attention away from his lunch, expecting Beomgyu to answer, but he simply hummed while messing with his food.

"Choi Beomgyu, if you don't want to talk about it, that's fine, but stop playing with the food. You know I don't like it."

"I don't have anything to say, hyung. I'm completely fine," the older crossed his arms instead, studying him with narrowed eyes as if to tell him he won't fall on his words, and the younger only pouted his lips before avoiding his gaze.

"Completely fine? Cut the nonsense. Even my boyfriend's hedgehog can tell that you're not okay."

The solemn look Yeonjun gave Beomgyu was enough for him to acknowledge his defeat and let out a long-held breath. Beomgyu didn't know how he was going to tell his hyung about how this whole thing began, and he even thought for a moment that he had succeeded in masking his inner chaos, but Yeonjun could read him like a book. His hyung recognizes him even though he doesn't say anything. After all, he couldn't hide anything from Yeonjun since he's so expressive, and even if he got skilled at pretending everything was fine, his hyung would definitely find out anyhow.

"Just spill it out. What's going on?"

Beomgyu chewed his lower lip anxiously, taking several deep breaths as his mouth opened, but he was unable to produce any logical sentences.

His tears welled up from the corners of his eyes, and Yeonjun began to panic. He stood up and moved closer to the younger in order to console him as best he could. Thinking about that day shattered Beomgyu's heart into smithereens. He was so upset about it that it was interfering with his regular routines. In fact, this is the first time it has occurred. He couldn't get the thought out of his head, even though he tried to ignore it and concentrate on his classes instead. His boyfriend, who is a ray of sunshine and a very lovely guy who would never dare to raise his voice, especially in front of him. His boyfriend, who's extremely soft and clingy and thoughtful. However, it left his body frozen momentarily and became speechless when his adorable boyfriend snapped and scolded him.

Call him emotional or dramatic as fuck but he wasn't used to his boyfriend's loud voice.

That wasn't his fault! Or perhaps it was... but it wasn't enough for his boyfriend to yell at him. It was his mistake, not Beomgyu's. He refused to apologize over his lethal and sexy body. His pride wouldn't let him.

But Choi Beomgyu missed him badly. He was desperate for kisses. He yearned for his cuddles every night. He misses Kai's sweet giggles and the affectionate glance he used to give him. He misses him so much it hurts.

"Well, at least enlighten me for a bit. You have a friend here who's been worried about you," his hyung said, taking a sip of his Iced Americano and setting it down on the table when the silence swallowed them up. "I don't mind if you don't want to share it. I'm not forcing you, and you know how much I despise it. But I think that as your friend, I have the right to know what's causing you so much trouble. I'll always be here for you if you need someone to talk to about it, no matter how small or large it is."

Beomgyu's shoulders loosened as Yeonjun tried to convince and reassure him. He was grateful to have such a kind friend as his hyung. They'd known each other for a long time, and his hyung is the type of person who would always be there for him, taking care of him even on his worst days. He wasn't pushy. Whether his troubles became a distraction and harmed their relationship, Yeonjun would ask if Beomgyu needed a shoulder to rely on, or if Beomgyu would like to share his problems with him in order to reduce his stress.

He had always been reliant on his hyung and Yeonjun as well. Of course, because they're friends. They always stick together regardless of the cost.

Beomgyu looked around, unable to stop himself from biting his lower lip for a brief moment to avoid his hyung's deadly stare. Yeonjun cocked an eyebrow at him, but his mind was trapped in a loop of a thousand thoughts, largely swamped with Kai, but eventually let out a sigh of defeat.

"Fine, it's just Kai. He's been ignoring me these days."

"Do you want me to confront him? I'll tell him to stop being an asshole to you." His hyung was ready to rise up, which caused Beomgyu to widen his eyes and grip Yeonjun's wrist to stop him.

"Hyung, listen to me first!" he exclaimed, a little alarmed by Yeonjun's gravity in his words.

Yeonjun was simply protective of him and wouldn't back down from confronting someone who was causing him so much pain. He knew so much about it that the younger was hesitant to inform him about his struggles. Yeonjun would literally punch Kai for ignoring him, and all his hyung needed was an affirmation from him to do so.

Choi Yeonjun has always been like that.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's my fault? I think he's still mad at me. I've never seen him get so furious, hyung." Beomgyu replied, except couldn't help but defend himself of what happened between them. "You know my boyfriend's major is architecture, right? He spends most of his days in front of his drafting table and computer, and I can't blame him for being so busy and not having enough time for me, so it sort of irritates me that he forgot our anniversary."

"Hyung, I tried to understand him, but he should at least spare me a few minutes of his time," he said obstinately, pursing his lips and crossing his arms above his chest.

"But... I saw him on another day laughing with Taehyun, one of his classmates from his major. You know that they're used to being lovers before. I trust Kai. I know he won't do anything to jeopardize our relationship, but it makes me feel uneasy," he added, trying to be reasonable and explain his side.

"I don't know why your stupid boyfriend is still friends with his ex, but I don't want to interfere with your relationship with him because I don't know his side, so why don't you try to talk to him first?" Yeonjun explained, which made him shut his mouth and even if he wanted to retort, he knew deep inside that his hyung was entirely right. "Be honest with him and express your feelings. If he truly cares about you, Kai will fix your relationship and devote some of his time to you."

Bomgyu became frustrated by Kai's closeness with his ex, Taehyun. It gave him an unsettling feeling and several ideas that he didn't want to come to a conclusion on. He had so much faith in his boyfriend that he was terrified to approach him about it. He also knew Taehyun was a kind person, which was why he couldn't stop comparing himself to him every day. They were completely different in every aspect. Taehyun was more understanding than he was. Beomgyu, on the other hand, made assumptions and became agitated about little matters. Taehyun is a more mature person than him, whilst Beomgyu is a pampered brat.

Beomgyu had previously met Taehyun through Kai, but he had no idea they were ex-boyfriends at first. He only found out about their past relationship after hearing about it from one of his classmates, and that's when he began comparing himself to that man.

"Hyung, the thing is, since he forgot our anniversary and spent it with Taehyun, I got frustrated and threw all of his drawing materials on the floor, which resulted in accidentally spilling some ink on his drawing plates, and that's why we're ignoring each other."

"Hmm... you know what Beoms, since Kai and I are almost in the same field, I'll get mad at you too. But of course, I'm not saying that not giving you enough time is okay too." Yeonjun stated, bringing his lips tightly together when he spotted how the other narrowed his eyes at him, as if giving him a questioning kind of look like, 'Am I really your friend?'. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm not sure whether I should pity him or not. It's just that if you accidentally spilled ink on his drawing plates... it won't be easy to repair all of them. In fact, he'll have to start from scratch!"

Beomgyu spent the entire day mulling over Yeonjun's words to him, not noticing the afternoon class had ended until the school bell rang and his seatmate nudged him. He arched an eyebrow in question, with a hint of frustration on his face, and his head almost snapped from turning towards his classmate, but it quickly dissipated when he pointed outside their classroom. Kai, his boyfriend, was standing outside his classroom, clutching the long strap of his T-square case, which he slung over his shoulder with another bag in his other hand.

He couldn't stop himself from checking him out because how could he not when his fucking boyfriend looked so hot and breathtaking in that dark hoodie that really emphasized his muscles. Not being able to keep his gaze away from the way his black leather pants clung to his long, strong thighs. If he wasn't still upset with him, Beomgyu would have grabbed the back of his boyfriend's head and smashed those fucking kissable lips with his own.

Beomgyu didn't know if Kai was doing it on purpose of being so fucking hot when his boyfriend knew they were still avoiding each other. Could his boyfriend please stop making him out of breath? It's just so aggravating since Beomgyu may have forgotten about his commitment to ignore him for several days.

He's a weak person. He could easily be tempted to forgive Kai.

He didn't even pause to greet him, who seemed to be waiting for him once he exited the classroom after gathering his belongings and stuffing them all into his backpack. Given the way his boyfriend's face distorted with a frown and mouth agape, Kai didn't anticipate when Beomgyu raised a brow and rolled his eyes at him then stride down their school's long hallway. Kai let out a sigh, panting a little as he tried to catch up with the raven-haired male. Even after the numerous loud calls of his name, Beomgyu pretended to be deaf and continued to be stubborn as hell. He took lengthy strides so that his boyfriend wouldn't be able to follow him but unfortunately, Kai was still able to catch up with him.

Beomgyu had no idea, and he didn't care, how Kai was able to place his other bag on his right shoulder, where he had also placed the strap of his T-square case. He kept walking, disregarding Kai's sweet appeals of calling his name. The older tsked when Kai sought to grab his hand, but he swiftly turned him down by avoiding his grip. His boyfriend would always hold his hand, swinging their hands back and forth like a child and putting their held hands inside his boyfriend's hoodie pocket.

Rejecting any attempts of affection to teach his boyfriend a lesson for missing their anniversary and still being close to his ex-boyfriend since he was still displeased about everything between them.

"Beomgyu hyung..." his boyfriend whimpered as he tried to grab his hand, holding it firmly when Kai finally grasped Beomgyu's wrist and didn't let go.

"Don't touch me." Beomgyu growled, seeking to free his hand from Kai's firm grip but failed when his boyfriend drew him closer to his chest.

Beomgyu was breathing heavily as his boyfriend buried his head on his shoulder, letting out an exhaled gasp when Kai began planting delicate pecks on his skin while whispering apologies for ignoring him and shouting at him.

"You... you think I'll forgive you after you shouted at me and forgot our anniversary?" he shrieked, almost cursing himself for stuttering in front of his boyfriend and wanting to pull all of his strands out of frustration from being such a mess and blushing so hard.

Why is he so fucking weak in this kind of scene? With just one apology from Kai, Beomgyu was effortlessly swept down on his knees, forgiving him. He's so screwed up, and it's all Kai's fault!

Kai raised his head from Beomgyu's shoulder and when the other noticed his reddened eyes and stuffy nose, his heart quickly pinched when he saw how his boyfriend sniffled. He had these eye bags under his eyes as if Kai didn't sleep for a few days. Beomgyu had almost forgotten why they were ignoring each other and was about to apologize for being so obstinate when he remembered all the bad things his boyfriend had done. He diverted his gaze from Kai's. He was attempting to be strong and frigid by crossing his arms above his chest.

"I won't be easily persuaded if you think your apology is enough for me to forgive you. I'm still mad at you for yelling at me and forgetting our anniversary, and you seemed so close with your ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend?" Beomgyu rolled his eyes and stomped his feet in front of his boyfriend, his hands on each side of his waist. His head was filled with thoughts of Taehyun and Kai, how they came back together and how they were cheating on him behind his back.

"Stop trying to fool me! I already know that Taehyun is your ex-boyfriend! You think I wouldn't find out?! If you're cheating behind my back then stop chasing me this already so I won't be hoping for more in our relationship! I'll try to move on too! You think I won't be able to forget you? Just watch! You can have fun with Taehyun while I try to find a better man who won't forget our anniversary and won't shout at me and will treat me better than you could ever do!"

Beomgyu didn't notice the tears welling up in his eyes as he stomped his feet and pointed his finger at Kai. He kept sniffling as he wailed so loudly and roughly pulled Kai away from him, scowling at him with angry tears.

"I hate you so much! I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore!"

Beomgyu turned around and made an attempt to leave him, but he secretly peered behind him to see whether Kai was following him. When he saw the younger one was only staring at him blankly, his lips unexpectedly pouted. Although the older one tried to read his face, he still couldn't. He scoffed and stormed away, his lips protruding into a smile when he heard the shuffling behind him, but Beomgyu suppressed his grin. Not wanting the younger to see it and have a reason to tease him about it.

"I'm so sorry, hyung. I know what I did was wrong, and there are no sweet words that can take away all the pain and disappointment you felt when I completely forgot our anniversary." Kai went on to explain while chasing Beomgyu. The older felt his boyfriend's fingers wrap around his wrist, leading him to stop walking and turn to face him, and his brow knitted when Kai lifted his hand to kiss the palm of his hand. Once the younger's soft lips brushed the back of his palm, the older gasped, his heart thumping hard against his chest and butterflies swarming his tummy as the younger securely gripped his hand while looking at him with fondness, love, and sincerity.

"I'm sorry for making you so upset, but it's not an excuse for me to forgot this important day. I'm deeply sorry, and I will do my best to be the best boyfriend you could ever have by making up with you. I'll do everything I can to make good memories with you."

"How? You've got Taehyun..." he muttered, causing the younger one to grumble in annoyance.

"Please hear me out first. There's nothing going on with me and Taehyun. I don't know where you heard it, but you're completely mistaken." As Beomgyu gazed into the younger's eyes, he saw dread and nervousness, as if the latter was frightened of making him so mad and disappointed again. "Me and Taehyun are just friends. I don't know where you get that wrong gossip and those assumptions, but boyfriend of mine listened to me. We just pretended to be couples because of a fucking dare. If he ever makes me become his boyfriend, Taehyun's old friends will give him money, and he told me about this because he felt so guilty, and since I badly needed money at the time, I agreed with our setup."

"Huh, how do I know you're telling me the truth? I've read a lot of books where character A and character B pretended to be in a relationship but fell in love with each other. How are you so sure that you didn't fall in love with him?"

"Hyung~" Kai groaned, his hands nearly wanting to clutch his hair but instead he glanced at him with seriousness, his other hand rising to grasp his cheek.

"Of course I'm not in love with him! It's always been fucking you goddamn it, hyung!" His curse caused Beomgyu to grimace at him, causing Kai to flinch in fear.

"Are you shouting at me?"

"No, hyung. I'm sorry. I'm just trying to explain myself. But please stop assuming that I don't love you. It hurts me when you think that after everything I did to get your attention and make you say yes, you will think that I don't have any feelings for you and it hurts me to recognize that you don't trust me enough." Kai explained, his tear-stained face was puffy and swollen with despair, leaving Beomgyu feeling terrible for doubting his boyfriend's love for him. "I can't forget the first time I saw you. I tried to gain your attention and courted you because I like you a lot and I tried to make a better version of myself to be capable of your love. You're the one and only for me, hyung. I don't think I'll ever be capable of loving someone else other than you, so please hyung, don't ever doubt my feelings for you again."

Beomgyu could feel a lump in his throat as he put his hands around his boyfriend's waist, burying his face against Kai's broad chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Kai. I feel like I've been a bad boyfriend to you. I'm sorry for throwing your drawing materials on your drawing plates. I should be an understanding boyfriend since you've been so busy with your major, yet you still try to find so much time to make up with me, apologize, and fix us. I'm so sorry baby."

"I'm sorry, hyung, and please don't ever say you're a bad boyfriend. We can't help it if this happens, but I'll do my best to find time with you and not forget our important day again. It's my fault for causing you so much pain."

The older male sniffed, his tears stopping as he raised his head to look at Kai, who had a grin on his face. It turned his cheeks crimson, burned his face, and crept to his neck. "Boyfriends again?" His lips twisted into a pout, causing Kai to chuckle softly, and his boyfriend's head bent so he could be on his level and pressed his lips on his for a second before fleeing, causing Beomgyu to whine.

"Boyfriends again. I love you, hyung," Kai whispered gently, staring down at him warmly.

"I love you too, baby."

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[chocodollxren]

Hey~ May i request fluff headcanons of savannaclaw with gn!s/o? S/o falls asleep on the desk while doing homework, i want to see what they will do~ Thank you~

sure thing! here you go <33 thank you for ordering a gyokuro tea! sorry for the delay. i’ve been trying to do a lot of stuff recently, + work on my ocs;; i accidentally spent too long writing out a guide list for myself to follow without realizing whoops- this order was quite fun to work on! my tumblr is being weird asf so if there’s duplicate lines or missing ones, please tell me!

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summary: fatigue is everyone’s weakness. the longer you stay awake or the harder you work, the more tired you become. unable to stay awake any longer, you find yourself drifting off into sleep midway through an assignment. just how will your dear boyfriend react? no tws, gn reader with established relationship.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR. ❞

despite dating the person who sleeps the most on campus, you yourself had barely any last night. after cleaning up Leona’s messes, you got back to Ramshackle quite late, writing up a report and barely made it to class that morning. now that you were finally done with classes for the day, you were going to sleep with your boyfriend until you realized that essay was due the next day.

with a heavy heart, you text your boyfriend you wouldn’t be going to Savanaclaw, instead you were just with something urgent. your grade depended on this, it had to be absolutely perfect. the end of the semester was approaching, your final grade being an 80 or reaching the 90s hinged on this. essays were worth much more in class compared to regular assignments, and being the fact that grim would fail, you needed to make sure you pass get a high pass to at least get an average.

heading off to your room, the only place with proper furniture, you locked the door to stop distractions, Grim, from entering. no matter how tired you were, you absolutely needed to focus… and this focus lasted for about five minutes until you fell face flat onto your desk, pencil in hand. Leona on the other hand, was quite awake. In your half-asleep daze you texted him, ‘no going savanaclaw. urgent issue.’ completely failing to realize how ominous that sounded considering you were the overblot solver and crowley’s unpaid errand-runner. concerned, he hurried over to Ramshackle only to find your door locked. without thinking, he broke it open to find you face first on your desk.

growling, he stared at you and watched you breathe and snore a little, your tiredness very eminent. he was torn between being angry at you for worrying him, and being relieved. although he often forced you to cuddle and sleep with him, at this angle he could clearly see your features, admiring them and chuckling. a defenseless herbivore was in front of him, and you were none the wiser.

after a few minutes, he finally had enough of just staring and actually picked you up, setting you down in your bed surrounded in pillows. taking the pencil out of your hand, he set it at your desk and nearly laughed, you hadn’t even spelled your own name right, wrote the wrong teacher’s name, and didn’t even add the date. tossing your pencil onto the desk, he climbed into bed with you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and slept along with you. you failing didn’t really matter to him, nor did your complaints about being crushed when you woke up.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ RUGGIE BUCCHI. ❞

history was a little confusing, there was always a lot to a single story, let alone the hundreds of stories you’d studied while taking his course. although it was only a lesson review instead of a written-essay or project, you were still weary from his lesson. unable to keep yourself awake any longer, you let yourself fall asleep for just a simple five minutes, making sure to set a timer to not stay asleep.

finally finishing what Leona wanted, Ruggie rushed back to his room to examine the goods he stole… and you! he remembered that you mentioned you’d stop by after class, and true to your word there you were on his bed, your hand next to your phone, finger right by the start timer button. laughing, he considered his options.

one, he could take that watch on your wrist that looked like it could sell for a bit, two, he could wake you up to finish your assignment, or three, he could just let you rest. although he really liked that watch, he chose to instead move your school supplies. you falling asleep in an awkward position was honestly a you problem, he had to count his riches he just stole.

when you wake up, however he would pretend to be sorry for not waking you up or moving your body in a comfier position, and as soon as you look away he laughs. deep down though, he wished you stayed asleep a little longer. he really enjoyed watching how peaceful you were, and that you were his lover, waiting for him and were comfortable enough to fall asleep in his bed. he didn’t have much to offer in a relationship compared to others, but the simple things in your relationship made him melt, just a tiny bit.

❁ཻུ۪۪ ━ ❝ JACK HOWL. ❞

being in a relationship with Jack meant many amazing things, but one of your favorites being he ability to actually sit down and study with him, a serious one on one where you both helped each other. you appreciated your friends but honestly, they did not seem to want to improve and were content barely getting a pass.

today you and Jack were about to share notes over Crewel’s lesson, you were hoping that someone from his class or he succeeded, since no one in your’s did. you had already headed to his room as he was going to do a quick jog before returning, and you decided to make yourself comfy and get to work. you pulled out your textbook, writing down notes of the day’s lesson and fell asleep midway, the Savanaclaw dorm was just so warm and cozy you couldn’t resist.

finishing his “brisk walk”, Jack hurried to his room and accidentally greeted you before quickly shutting up mid-sentence. he knew his voice was a little louder than most, and he didn’t want you to stir when you were fast asleep. instead, he stood at his door staring into his dorm looking very confused.

should he move? wake you up? should he just review without you first? a part of him would feel very sad to wake his mate up and see them groggy, but he also knew you wanted to pass the class. his inner desires winning, he let you sleep peacefully as he tried to softly make his way beside you, sitting down. opening his own textbook, he looked over what you wrote and compared them to what happened in his class, trying to figure out the solution as no one succeeded.

heading you mutter in his sleep, he tried to calm his nerves and swaying tail and focus on the assignment for the two of you. the closer you inched towards him, the more he tried to ignore you, until the point his tail became your pillow and he was a flustered mess, telling himself to do the assignment. it ended up with him sitting there, back completely straight, staring at his window for two hours as you rested in his tail. A next time, he’d just wake you.

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[olsenmyolsen]

Olsen IV

Part 29 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

Word Count: ~6.5K

masterlist

TW: Hospitals and everything to do with them :) Blood.

MoM Spoilers!

Y/N POV

I wake up gasping for air from a nightmare I haven't had in nearly 8 months. As the cold sweat beats down my chest, I pad myself checking for any wires connected to my body. I sharply look around the bedroom, ensuring that there are no monitors, nurses, or IV drips.

Once I feel safe with my surroundings, I lay back down on the bed, trying my best to calm my breathing. With each breath I release, I faintly hear the beeps of the heart monitor from my nightmare. I do my best to shake the noise out of my head but to no avail. With a groan, I lift myself and locate my phone. Through the blinding light, I see the time is 3:39 am.

"Shit."

I drop my phone and move my exhausted body to the edge of the bed and let my feet hang. I look down at my chest and see that the sweat has seeped through my shirt. Knowing I won't be getting sleep anytime soon, I guess now is the best time for a shower. I cling to the bottom of my shirt and pull it off my body, letting it hit the floor. Soon after, my shorts and underwear join the pile.

_

Thankfully I know how to work the shower this time around.

Afraid to shut my eyes, I stare up at the ceiling as I let the droplets of water fall onto my body. The feeling each bead of water has on my body becomes deeper as I turn myself under the showerhead. I part my lips and let a satisfied sigh escape them as my breathing becomes regular again.

Doing what I came in here to do, I grab the loofa James bought for me, and my body wash and begin scrubbing the nightmare off of me. But- but why did it happen again? I run the loofa across my chest and down my side as I wonder what I've done wrong. I squeeze the loofa behind my shoulder, allowing the soap to slide down my back. Did I do something wrong? Is that why I- I had the nightmare again? I turn my back to the water, letting it wash me off. I'm too busy being caught up in my head that when I went to pick some sleep out of my eye, I forgot how covered in soap my hands were.

The stinging pain that followed was terrible.

But closing my eyes and being thrown right back into my nightmare was worse.

_

I'm lying in a hospital bed. Davey's hospital bed. I can feel the cool breeze around my shaved head. My arms and chest are hooked up to machines around me. Except I'm not hooked up like you usually would. Instead, each tube and patch is digging into my skin, forcing me to bleed. In addition to that, the monitors don't suggest much aside from the fact that there's no heartbeat detected. I flatlined. The ear-piercing monotone beep is alive in my ears. Every time I go to scream, I have no voice. I go to move; I find myself strapped down.

I'm quickly losing hope until they walk in.

A nurse opens the door with a group of people behind her.

But they stop at the doorway, and I watch as the smile on their faces crumbles. Behind the nurse is my mom, Max, and then a faceless brunette. One by one, each of them drops to their knees. I do my best to launch myself closer to them, but each effort leaves me pushing myself away.

And just before I wake up.

I hear Davey.

_

I don't remember turning off the shower, but I guess in my blind soap-filled haze, I did it. I'm glad I did. I would've felt like an asshole if I had flooded James' place because I collapsed in the tub.

The pain in my eyes is gone. All that's left is the redness surrounding my eyes and the cloudy thoughts in my head. Fuck. I groan at myself and feel incredibly frustrated that this happened to me. Why? Fucking why.

After sitting in the empty tub for a few minutes, my body starts to get cold, so not wanting to freeze any longer, I push myself upwards and out of the tub. My legs wobble before I find solid ground. I avoid looking in the mirror. A part of me is afraid of what I'll see, while the other part doesn't want to deal with anything right now.

I shuffle myself back into my room and collapse on the bed. Clothes are my last thought. I mean, be my hands around the bed until I find it—my phone. Looking up at the time, I see it's been a little over a half hour since I last checked. I sigh and pull the covers over myself. I'm not tired, just cold. I roll over and place the back of my head against the pillow. I'm staring at the ceiling, trying to let nothing bother my mind, but that doesn't last long.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

My phone comes to life. I lift my face to see a message from James. At this hour?

"Max just called me in a panic. Please call her when you see this."

I shut the messaging app and open my contacts. Scrolling until I land on: Mad ❤️‍🔥 Max

In an instant, I'm at the receiving end of a panicked "hello!" Followed by. "Y/N! What the hell happened!?"

"Me, what about you? What are you talking about? Are you okay? Your brother's text worried me."

"I'm fine! I was calling to make sure you're okay. I just saw some articles-" "What articles?!" I hear a big breath. "This first one says, 'former Olsen beaus spotted together looking strangely comfortable.' Y/N, what happened last night?"

I slap my hand against my forehead before collapsing on the bed. My worries about my friend slowly melt as I think back to last night.

_

I'll give you a ride." Robbie smiles. "Thanks. You'd be kind of a dick to leave me now." I lean forward. "But I still can." Robbie agrees and looks out the windows across the restaurant.

The smile he has drops.

"Oh shit."

"What?" I follow Robbie's eyes, and that's when I see them.

Paparazzi.

Robbie looks over to me, and that kind moment we were having between us is gone. The darks of Robbie's eyes become darker as it looks like he's thinking of a plan. Or he's just as pissed at what's happening. Or, like me, he knows a photo of the two of us together is the last thing we need right now.

Robbie stops a waiter walking past our table and explains the situation outside. The waiter looks out the windows before motioning for us to follow. We get up and walk into an employees-only section that leads to the kitchen. No one seems to pay us any attention as we weave our way through many white coats.

We hit a door that brings us outside. The warm California air touching my skin as Robbie thanks the waiter behind us. The waiter smiles and closes the door behind them as they retreat back inside.

"Well, so much for a relaxing night." Robbie scoffs into the air. I don't say anything, but I agree. Why can't the people with the cameras leave people like the Robbie, Liz, and Mary-Kate's alone? Like people don't need to know that Liz is ice cream while shopping at Whole Foods. But do I have that picture of her saved in my phone? Of course. It's cute and makes me smile. Anyways.

"Y/N?" I turn my body to Robbie. "Are you okay?" I nod, but Robbie can see how much the paparazzi are starting to affect me. "They fucking suck."

"Yeah, they do." Robbie chuckled as I let an air-filled laugh exit through my nose. "Where's your car?" I look down at the keys in my hand. Oh yeah. Where is James's car? I look around before remembering.

"Parked out front."

"Of course." I can tell what's going on in his mind because it's what's going on in mine. What bullshit headline is going to be blasted everywhere about the two of us? How will this affect.. whatever Liz and I have? How does Robbie feel? What will Max think? My friends?

"I'm sorry." I let slip out—Robbie moves to meet my eyes with confusion. "You have nothing to be sorry for. It's their fault. Now let's get to the car, huh?" Robbie doesn't want to dwell any longer, so we start walking around the side of the building to see paparazzi standing outside, waiting to capture their next victim.

Robbie leans over to me and begins going over what to say to them if they catch you. Liz had gone over this with me before, but I never had to deal with it. So I guess tonight is the night. Robbie and I start making out way to James's car, and to my surprise, no one cares. Well, no one cared until I went to unlock James's car but accidentally hit the alarm button, causing it to blast that annoying horn turning heads in the process. Before I could try and stop it, Robbie caught my attention.

"Get in the car now."

_

Well... We made it.

We're on the road with some soft music quietly playing in the background. Robbie's phone is routing us to his place. Well, technically, Liz's, but I'm not going to fight about it.

We left the restaurant parking lot, only getting about three pictures taken of us. I know that number because I counted the flashes of light that lit up the car as I pulled away.

It wasn't until we were streets down that Robbie and I realized I didn't know where I was going.

So now here I am driving Robbie home.

"I thought more about the song."

I quickly glance to my right before focusing back on the road. "Could you be any less specific?" I laugh as Robbie rolls his eyes. I assume.

"The song. 'I love leaving.'" (I love Leaving by Johnny Fritz)

"And?" I'm not getting any younger, Robbie. "What made you start writing it? I mean, are you basing it off your life, or is there a story behind it?" Robbie isn't pushing for a narrative. He's genuinely curious. I turn down what little music is playing in the background to let Robbie know I'm listening and thinking of what to say.

"I think everything I've ever written has come from me and my experiences. Having them made it easier for me."

"Hmm."

"But I will say." I take a glance at Robbie before turning my attention to the road. "It's nice to have someone to help you along the way. Whether that's bouncing ideas off one another or trying to make me better."

"So you love leaving?" I look next to me to see Robbie smiling away. "I'm here, aren't I?" I watch from the corner of my eye, Robbie nod. "What's your favorite line?"

"From the song?"

"Yeah."

I think back to what I've written and what lyrics Robbie has added in.

"I think it's I love meatballs but don't like spaghetti It makes me so tired, and I want to be ready I love being ready to go."

I turn the car as we pull onto a new road. "What about you?"

"I guess I love leaving Leaving without saying goodbye Leaving without telling anybody I'm going Quick as the blink of an eye."

I look to Robbie as he didn't sing the lyrics but rather gloomily mumbled them. However, when I look at him, he's looking out the car window.

"Have you thought about any of the other songs?"

Robbie clears his throat. "Yeah. I messed around with All Eyes On Me some more. Came up with an idea for another."

"Yeah?!" I reply, excited for Robbie. "Yeah! But we can talk more about it tomorrow." Robbie smiles at me, and I nod back, feeling a little shot down, but that's fine. Also, we're pulling up to a very friendly gated community. I roll down my window as we pull up to a box with a guard in it. Robbie leans over the center console of the car. "Hey, Matt!"

The guard, Matt, looks down into the car. "Hey, Mr. Arnett! I was wondering who was pulling up." The guard looks at me and back at Robbie. "Having a good night?" Robbie kindly asks. "Always. But I'll let you and your friend get going." Matt leans back into his box and opens the large gates to the neighborhood. I give Matt a smile as I go to drive, but Robbie stops me.

"Hey, Matt."

"Yeah?"

"I'd like to add my friend, Y/N, to the Guestbook." Ooh, the Guestbook, how fancy.

Matt smiles at the two of us before nodding his head. "Alright, Miss Y/N, could I see some ID?" I turn to Robbie, who nods, encouraging me to do so.

It takes a bit of fumbling, but I come up with my ID and hand it to Matt. I watch as he tried to hide a smile after looking at the picture on my license. God, it's one of the worse photos ever taken of me.

I'm not sure what he does with it, but he hands it back to me a leans down to talk to Robbie. "She'll be in the system tomorrow." I thank Matt with a smile before putting my ID away. "Thanks, Matt. Have a good night!"

"You too, Mr. Arnett!"

I roll my window back up and slowly start driving into this niccceeee looking neighborhood. "I kinda figured we'd meet here and do sessions and whatnot, but after tonight it just confirmed that it's best to do just that. So signing you into the Guestbook means you can come and go as you please."

"Okay. Thanks, Robbie."

Robbie doesn't answer me; instead, he points to a big modern white house. "There she is." My mouth drops at the sight, but I quickly pick it back up before Robbie-boy could see. I pull into the drive and park the car.

"Thanks again for the ride." Robbie sheepishly looks away. "It's no problem." I shrug. "Besides, like you said, I was coming here eventually." 

"True." Robbie unbuckles himself and opens the car door but stopping before he steps out. "I can text Lizzie before the pictures go up. I don't want her to get the wrong impression about anything." Oh shit. I forgot. Fuck how is this going to look? How will Liz react? Before I can say anything, Robbie is getting through his "good night".

"I can text her."

"What?" Robbie's eyebrows launch up his head as he looks at me, confused.

"I'll text her."

"Y/N no." "Robbie-" "You haven't spoken in weeks. She doesn't even know you're here." "Rob-"

"I don't want this to become worse for you two." 

"I saw her at the airport!"

Robbie's face drops as it did at the restaurant, but instead of anger, this time, it's shock. "Today. I saw her." Robbie leans back into the passenger seat. The look on his face slowly morphs back into a soft frown. But he isn't sad. At least, I don't think. "We ran into each other at the airport. We talked and talked. So yes, she knows I'm here, but she doesn't know why." Robbie doesn't say much but: "Okay, so what will you tell her."

"I'll just be honest, and I tell her I ran into you after having dinner with James and his family."

"Okay." Robbie nods his head now and moves to get out of the car. "So, see you here tomorrow at one?"

"Sounds good." I awkwardly throw a thumbs up, and Robbie laughs before walking to a house I can't wait to peer inside. Robbie opens the front door closing it behind him.

I'm not going to lie. I stared at the house for s few seconds before finally leaving. After stopping at the gates to go back out, I routed myself to James. On the drive, my mind becomes filled with all the different ways to text Liz.

I move the potted plant hiding James' spare key, and unlock the front door. I'm quick to set it down in the kitchen as I make my way to the guest bedroom. I discard the clothes I have on and grab a pair of bike shorts, a t-shirt, and a fresh pair of underwear before making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face for the night. Once that is all done, I crawl up the bed and open my text messages between Liz and I.

Liz POV

I look to my left and see Aubrey calling someone, but it looks like they didn't pick up. "Damn it," Aubrey exclaims before calling them again. "Who is it?" Aubrey smiles at me before I hear a faint "hello!?"

Next thing I know, Aubrey's phone is shoved into the side of my face, and I'm left wondering what the hell is happening.

"Hello? Who is this?!"

The voice on the other line I instantly recognize. I hastily look over to Aubrey, who is in her own little world. She's crazy, but I love her.

"Mary-Kate," I reply with little hesitation. The breathing on the other end stops.

"Lizzie? Are you okay?"

I smile down the phone, hearing the protective older sister come out. Instead of the bitchy harsh sister that was a cause of me being a problem. "I'm fine. I didn-"

"Where are you calling from?"

"Aubrey's phone. She called you and forced the phone into my hand." MK doesn't respond, making me think the call dropped. "So what do you want?" Nope there she is. "I want to apologize-" I get cut off by a fake laugh. I lift the phone away from my ear and look over at Aubrey, who darts her eyes away, but I see the smile she has. She loves seeing people put in awkward situations. Once the laughter dies down, I continue. "I'm being serious, Mary-Kate."

Aubrey gets herself off the couch and leaves the room. Is she taking my phone?

"What, seeing Y/N made you realize what a complete bitch you've been?" Okay, harsh but fair. "It helped," I reply honestly to her. "Look, MK. I know what I did was totally uncalled for and one of the bitchest things I've ever done, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Seeing your face crushed by my words again and again didn't make me feel anything besides hurt for you. Hurt that I caused. I'm really sorry. You had every right to do what you and to say what you said to me that night." I stop and wait for her to say anything, but she doesn't. "Mary-Kate. I love you. You're my big sister. You've pulled me through so many times in life where I've failed you in yours. You've given me the best advice anyone has ever given me, and above all that, you're one of the greatest role models I've could ever be given. I love you, and I'm sorry."

The line goes quiet again until I hear MK sniffling. "I really want to not accept this apology right now, but fuck, you had to make it so good. I hate you." MK's voice breaks into a laugh-filled cry. "I love you, Lizzie. Just next time, stop and think." I laugh along with her as I sniff the tears away. "You owe me a new mug, by the way. I was so pissed at you that I ruined the one Trent got me."

"Don't worry. I'll get you one for your birthday." MK laughs. "What are you doing for it, by the way? Have you and Ash made plans?"

"No. We haven't. We've been focused on a fall spread we're doing. Oh shit!"

"What?"

"I'm out with a friend, and this phone call made me forget." I laugh as I hear MK shuffling over the phone. "Okay, well, I'll let you go then."

"Okay, Lizzie."

"I love you. I'm sorry."

"I know. I love you too. Just- just don't blow it this time. Please, Lizzie."

I nod along, knowing what MK is referring to. "I know. I won't." I move the phone away from my face and end the call. I breathe a sigh of relief and set Aubrey's phone down next to me. She still hasn't come back yet. "Aubs?" I call out, earning no response. I swear, if she's doing what I think she's doing... "Aubrey?" I get up from her couch and start searching for the chaotic tornado she is. "Aubs!" I get closer to the guest room where my bags are and start to laugh. Well, from Aubrey. I open the door and see my friend laid out on the bed, FaceTiming someone!

"Oh, speak of the devil. Here she is!"

Aubrey turns the phone towards me, and I see my best friend Clay smiling away! "Hey, Bitch! I really had to find out from this one that you're back!?" I roll my eyes and snatch the phone from Aubrey's hand. "I've had a lot going on, Clay. I'm sorry. I promise we'll hang out soon."

Clay dramatically acts like this is the worst news ever and proceeds to scold me about not staying with him or allowing Robbie to continue to live at my place with my plants. It gets to a point where I know he's joking, but I just want to go back downstairs and drink wine and let my mind turn off. Aubrey notices this and grabs the phone from me. "Okay, Clayton! You guys can see each other soon and gossip about whoever the hell you want, but tonight it's Lizzie and I, and she's going now! Say bye Lizzie!" She once again turns the phone towards me to show me Clay's shocked face, but it's Aubrey, so let's be real here. His face makes me laugh while Aubrey chuckles from behind the camera. "Bye, Lizzie!" I say just as my friend wanted me to, earning a loud sigh. Once goodbyes are done, and the call ends, my phone is being placed back in my hand.

"So, how'd the call go?" I scoot up the bed and sit next to Aubrey. My head leans onto her shoulder. "It was good. Thank you."

"I had to do something, or you've kept at it all night." She's right. "But I'm glad it worked. I hate seeing you down, and knowing you were fighting with your sister was worse. What was it even about? Y/N?" I nod. "I took misplaced anger and regret and screamed it at her."

Aubrey doesn't add anything to the conversation. I think she's just allowing me to process the past hour, days, and weeks.

After a while, Aubrey does eventually speak up. "Ready to go back downstairs?" She lifts her body, causing me to lose my headrest. "If you're not ready, we could break in this bed. I haven't had quite the chance.." Aubrey gazes her eyes to mine, and I notice the change in them. "Would you want that Lizzie Bear?" Aubrey husks out. I also notice the movement in which they go from my eyes to my lips and back up. I open my mouth but find it dried out thanks to this sudden change. It's not until Aubrey smirks and laughs in my face that I feel a weight lift off my chest.

Fuck me. I mean, no, not like that.

"I had you." Aubrey laughs again as she lifts herself up and off the bed. After a few seconds, I embarrassingly follow. "You're an idiot Aubrey." Aubrey turns back to me, hurt, as we leave the room. "That's not true. I'm YOUR idiot." I roll my eyes as I make sure to pour myself a large glass of wine after the events that just transpired. "Seriously though, I had you, right? Did it have you thinking of any memories?" Aubrey wiggles her eyebrows, and yes, it maybe did, but she can't know. So I use my best acting skill and bald-faced lie to her. "Not in your wildest dreams, Plaza." She pouts, but from the smirk I see behind her glass, we both know the truth.

I'm about to pick up the remote and let the night fully relax me when my phone buzzes. I tilt my head at the contact that pops up. Paul B. 🤖 What he sends me makes me gasp.

"Aubrey." I turn the phone towards her as she looks at the phone and then me. "Lizzie."

This bitch.

"Did you seriously text Paul asking if they put paint on his dick and how much and if there was proof?!" From my phone!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN SAY IT WAS FROM YOU!" HE THINKS I ASKED!"

For the record. I'm not actually mad. I'm more merely annoyed that she actually asked my friend Paul.

AND ASKED FOR PROOF!

"Well, what did he say?" I collapse into the couch and toss my phone to Aubrey. She reads off the text he sent back. "Hey, Lizzie. Nice to hear from you. I'm not sure of the reason for this text, but I'll provide you with some answers. No, they don't paint "it." No, there is no proof, and I'm going to assume this was a joke text from an interview or something, so I'll be on the lookout for that. Anyways love you and hope you are well." 

"I'm disappointed." Aubrey sighs, tossing my phone back into my lap, and picks up her wine glass. I look at her and see the smile on her lips that part for that red liquid to slide down. "I can't believe you." Aubrey turns to me and laughs. "You're literally talking to the same person that created a fake identity so I could play basketball. Come on, Lizzie. If I wanted to ask Paul Bettany for paint-covered dick pics, I'll do it." Aubrey shrugs as I sit up onto the couch. In times like this, it's nice to know how much of a real friend Aubrey is. No matter how insane she can be.

"So, what do we want to watch tonight?" I shrug. "Nothing I'm in, please." Aubrey whines and thankfully skips over anything with me. We keep flipping through movies, landing on the Rom-Com category. I should do those more. I think I'm hilarious. And hot. Why not, right?

"What's it like working for Marvel?" I turn to the woman who has interrupted my thoughts. "I mean, I know I've asked you before, but.. have your thoughts changed?"

"I think I've been given a wonderful opportunity, and while I've had to turn down other roles to continue to play Wanda, I don't think I'd change anything about it. I love it. Plus, I've met so many amazing and talented people."

"You know you're not in an interview, right?"

I slap Aubrey's arm. "Clearly. Next time I'll just say 'It's great!' since that's what you want. Why are you asking anyways?" Aubrey rubs her arm that I slapped and shakes her head. "Just thinking about if I'd want to do something like that." I nod. "Well, if I'm ever back, I'll be sure to ask around for you! Or maybe I contact someone, but I don't know." I smile at Aubrey before turning my attention back to the TV. "Lizzie?"

"Hmm." I notice Aubrey has stopped scrolling. "Lizzie." Aubrey has a particular look and smirk on her face that concerns me. "What?"

"You just said 'if I'm ever back'!" My eyes go wide with the sudden realization. Oh shit. I can't pull a Holland! Damn this wine! "Lizzie, do you die?!" I immediately cover up Aubrey's mouth with my hand. "No, shut up. You know nothing! I know nothing. I don't know what you're talking about!" Aubrey begins to laugh, making me move my hand. I keep watching her laugh away.

It takes Aubrey a bit to calm down, but once she does and agrees that she knows nothing, we finally begin to watch 13 going on 30.

We're about 30 minutes in when one of our phones starts buzzing. I groan as Aubrey pauses the movie. I throw the blanket off the two of us and search the couch.

"It's mine." I hold it up and flip it over.

Oh.

"Aubs. Am I drunk, or does this say what I think it says?" I turn the phone over and sit down next to Aubrey. Pulling the blanket over us again, Aubs takes my phone. "It says what you think it says.." I look over her shoulder as we both re-read the message.

And the one after that.

And the next one.

Y/N POV

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't come up with the right words that wouldn't make it sound like I was lying or hiding something.

Don't fault me. I tried and tried, but I couldn't just say, "hey, Liz, it was really great seeing you today! Anyways I went out to dinner with James and his family and ran into Robbie, and paparazzi saw us, and there's going to be photos of us everywhere tomorrow but don't worry!"

Shit. I guess I could've done just that.

Fuck.

I roll back over on the bed and pick up my phone. I type what I just thought up, and I'm about to hit the send button when I stop myself.

I groan and fumble with my phone before finally hitting the send button multiple times.

Hey Liz! ☺️ It was great to see you today!

Soooo I just wanted to hit you up and let you know that There's going to be photos of Robbie and I tomorrow I went out with James and his family and ran into Robbie I promise you it was just a friendly chat I just wanted to let you know

Just because i asked for time doesn't mean I- I don't want to be any less open or honest.

I'm still looking forward to reading your interview 🤍

See you soon. 

I sigh as I hit send multiple times. What a weird situation to be in. And I'm not even lying about anything! Ughhh. I let my fingers do some more talking before feeling the stress begin to take a hold of me, so I put my phone onto its charger and call it a night.

_

So an hour has gone by, and my mind won't turn off.

I flip my phone over and still have heard nothing back from Liz.

She saw all the texts but hasn't responded.

I debate on whether calling her or Robbie would make the situation better but instead, I pass out at some point in the night. I think the stress of the day finally overtook me.

_

"Fuck the paparazzi! Can't they leave you the fuck alone?"

Max gets it.

"I wish. I think Robbie and his team are going to try and take care of this, but at this point, there is only one person's opinion that matters." I turn my body in the bed and try to get comfortable again.

"Hmm. Y/N, can we back up a bit and tell me again how you ran into Olsen?"

I barely scratched the surface earlier when I was retelling the events of the night to Max. But I might as well explain how Liz and I are. And where we want to go.

_

After doing so, Max hits me with a "I'm proud of you for standing your ground. Past you wouldn't have." I let out a deep sigh knowing if I would've been with Naomi, I would've caved and crawled back to that she-devil. "Thank you."

Max chuckles at my monotone voice and asks me another question. "So be honest. Did you like Andrea, or is she still annoying?" Okay, I see we're moving on from the topic of Elizabeth Olsen. "I think she's cool. I wouldn't say annoying. Why? What's up with her?" I can hear Max grumble over the phone. "I feel like she's always trying to be too friendly. It feels fake to me, and I don't know, maybe I'm a protective sister, but I just want what's best for James."

"I get that, but I promise you it didn't seem like she was fake or anything last night. She was nice." I know Max won't like that, but that's my opinion.

"Yeah, I guess." I roll my eyes. "Anygays, I gotta get into work. Let me know if Liz reaches out or if you and Robbie decide to have babies." My eyes shoot open in a mix of shock and laughter. This bitch.

"Fuck you."

"Love you too, bye!"

Max ends the call, and when I look at the time, I'm annoyed that it's past 5am and that my body is no longer tired.

I scoot my ass to the edge of the bed again and grab a fresh pair of underwear and my bike shorts from earlier. I get up and dig around in the bag until I find a sports bra and a t-shirt.

Today I'm going for a run. It's been a minute, and I need to do something to clear my head.

I slip on my shoes as I look over the clothes I have laid out on my bed for later. For when I go to Robbies.

It's not that much longer till I'm out the door.

Liz POV

"Lizzzzzie! Come on, Lizzie!"

I turn over to the side where the voice is coming from. I flutter my eyes open and come to see Aubrey standing above me. She has a smile and a glow on her face. She must've gone running or to the gym this morning. I roll my eyes away from Aubrey and try my best to go back to sleep.

But that fails once Aubs is ripping the covers off of me. I groan and curse at her, but that doesn't stop her plan.

And here I am.

Sitting across from Aubrey as we enjoy a home-cooked breakfast.

"Thank you once again, Aubrey. You didn't have to!" I say as I fling a couple of blueberries into my mouth. "I wanted to! You seemed a little distracted after the texts last night." I sigh and take a stab at Aubrey's waffles. She just laughs and lets me.

"Did you text her back?"

I shake my head no. Aubrey frowns a bit before taking a swig of her orange juice. "Why?"

"I think.. I don't know.. It's not that I don't trust her! I do. I completely do! I guess I was just stuck thinking about how she keeps getting pulled into a media storm every week. I hate it. It's all because of me." Aubrey looks at me, a little confused. "Look." I pull out my phone and click on a link to a video of Robbie and Y/N walking away from their table last night. "I get what you're saying. It does fucking suck, but at least that's the worst thing out of this situation." Aubrey starts piling up a stack of dirty plates. I start helping with glassware. "What do you mean?"

"I mean.." Aubrey gets up to start putting the dishes in the kitchen. "You got a text from Y/N being honest about what was depicted. Imagine if they didn't reach out at all. Or imagine if those wacko paparazzi were telling the truth. Ew!" I nod to every word she is saying and make a disgusted face at the thought of Y/N and Robbie actually together. Friends? Maybe. Anything past that. Never. "You're right." I agree with Aubrey as the conversation gets dropped.

After we took care of dishes and leftover food, Aubrey suggested having a nice shopping day.

I move my head in an "ehh" kinda way. I don't feel like going from store to store, and after thinking about it, some more, neither is Aubrey. We do debate for a bit before deciding on going to a market and bookstore shopping day. Much more my speed.

_

"Five minutes!"

Aubrey yells out as she passes by the guest room. I am currently in front of the mirror, deciding between a summer dress and birkenstocks or jeans and a blouse.

It takes a bit, but a summer dress is much more of the vibe for today.

I throw my dirty clothes into the hamper in the room and take a final look around to make sure I have everything with me. I stop when my eyes land on the case. Y/N's guitar case. I walk up to it and open it.

Every time I look at the guitar, I imagine Y/N struggling to show me how to strum the correct order of cords. Or my thoughts become occupied of Y/N being wrapped in her own writings that she forgets the outside world exists.

I leave the case open as I take a step away. I keep looking before I turn my body to look for my purse. "Come on, where is it?"

_

"Lizzie! It's almost 9!" Aubrey knocks on the door quietly, startling me. "You ready?" I lay out the extra contents in the guitar case before clasping it closed. "Yeah!" I call back as I lift myself and the case off the ground. I open the door to Aubrey looking cute and smiling. "You bringing that?" I laugh at how blunt she's being. "Yes. I figure we should drop it off now, and I need to check on my garden! So come on, let's go!" I move quickly to the front door as Aubs follows.

"Okay. Fine. But show me the garden again! Every time I see it's taking over." "Deal!"

"I invited Clay if that's cool? I thought it might be a better day for us all if Clay is there too!" I turn to Aubrey, shocked. "Yes. I love that!" She smiles as the trunk opens up. I lift it and place Y/N's guitar in it.

"Hey, wait!"

Aubrey POV

"What's up?" Lizzie and I climb into my car as the trunk locks. "You have Clay's number?" I shake my head. "I took it from your phone." Lizzie scoffs at me. "Just like with MK?" I chuckle as I put the car in drive. "Yep!"

"Stop being so sneaky, Plaza!" Lizzie rolls her eyes as she grabs the car's AUX. I smile at Olsen before spilling my eyes to the road.

Oh, and before you ask. Yes, I made sure to take Y/N's number. You never know when it might come in handy!

"So when do you want to go drop off the guitar?"

Lizzie shrugs next to me. "We can do it sometime in the afternoon." Lizzie looks back down at her phone. "Okay. Be sure to text Y/N back."

Lizzie clicks on a playlist we put together years ago and blushes.

"I just did."

A/N: Kinda feel like this chapter is boring and not good but 😅 Love you all 💛

Part 30

#otiweo #elizabeth olsen #y/n #fanfic #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth chase olsen #texting #boring #sorry #this is eh #aubrey plaza #memories #olsen iV #paparazzi #max #multiverse of madness #mom #mommy #olsenmyolsen #mary kate #wanda maximoff #hospitals #tw hospital #tw horror #tw hands #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen imagine #lizzie x y/n

[the-knightmare]

Stay the Night

@flufftober Prompt: blankets.

Part two of Lay Your Head

Zelda dreamt that Link cradled her in his arms. It was comfortable, just as warm as she imagined but softer than she expected. She nuzzled her head against his collar bone, hands clutching at the front of Link’s shirt, which earned a soft chuckle from the man who carried her. Zelda was enjoying her dream when she woke up in her bed just as covers were tucked around her shoulders.

“Mhm, I liked the arms,” she mumbled to no answer. Whoever had tucked her in hadn’t reacted, and through one opened eye Zelda saw a shadow quietly walking towards her door.

The events of the night came back slowly, so that when Zelda sat up to chase after Link, he had already made it halfway to her front door. She didn’t know what she was going to say. And if she were being honest, knew Link probably wouldn’t stay, but in her half-asleep state all Zelda wanted was for Link to stay the night.

She couldn’t face waking up alone. Not after her disastrous Hylia’s Day performance and solid week of criticism. It would feel too much like a rejection of something Zelda had only the barest of hope.

Link turned to face her, hand touching the doorknob. He wore a surprised expression that quickly shifted into concern.

“Is something the matter?” Link asked, “did I forget something?”

Zelda shook her head, finding that se couldn’t form the words for what she wanted. She wanted her father to understand she didn’t mean to mess up the ceremony, for the gossip about her to stop, for the ability to live with constant scrutiny of the monarchy. She could feel her composure slipping, and in the dim light of her front room Zelda began to cry.

Hot ugly tears poured down her face, and she waited to hear the click of the door as Link made his escape from her emotional breakdown.

Instead, arms suddenly wrapped around her in a comforting embrace. They stood together like that for a moment before she finally spoke.

“Stay?” was all Zelda could manage to croak out of her tightened throat.

“Of course.” Link’s answer was more of a rumble against her chest than words, but they filled her with a sense of relief.

“I didn’t think the movies were that bad,” Link teased as they walked back to her room.

Zelda sniffled, smiling weakly before answering “the movies are fine, it was just suddenly finding myself alone after this week…I guess it was more jarring than I expected.”

She wiped her eyes, feeling foolish at forcing Link to stay even longer when it was so late. She would be fine on her own, had been before and would continue to be fine. Asking Link to stay was only burdening him and would make their professional relationship awkward. Something she had already done with their semi-regular movie nights.

“You don’t have to stay,” Zelda said at her bedroom door, “I’ll be okay on my own.”

Instead of answering her, Link just continued walking into her room. Zelda stared silently as he pulled his socks and shirt off before pulling down the bed covers.

“Don’t you want to go home? I promise I’ll be okay; I was just overtired and…” Zelda trailed off as Link fixed her with a look, she knew by now meant it he wasn’t changing his mind.

“Zelda, I don’t want to be anywhere else right now.”

Slipping back into bed, this time beside Link, Zelda angled herself so that she was facing him with being too close. Even with the space between them, Zelda could feel the warmth from his body and wanted to curl within it.

Link pulled her close as if he knew exactly what she wanted, adjusting them so that they were perfectly tucked together on her bed. She could feel his heartbeat steadily pick up as Link decided on his next words.

“Don’t believe what they’re saying on the news. You are allowed to be less than perfect, and I love the real you with all your flaws.”

Zelda could feel her heart skip in time with Link’s as he spoke. She wanted to ask if he meant what he said, if what he meant was what she thought, but suddenly she felt sleep overtake her as their heartbeats slowed in tandem. The last thing she was aware of being falling asleep was a kiss pressed to her forehead.

She awoke the next morning expecting an empty bed but found herself encased in warm, strong arms. Link’s face was pressed into the crook of her neck, and a huff of breath tickled her skin as she shifted. Giggling, Zelda turned to face the man in her bed, eyes closed and breathing deeply. After a moment of staring, she attempted to slip out of bed to start a pot of coffee, but Link’s arms tightened around her waist.

“It’s cold. A few more minutes,” Link’s voice was creaky with sleep and Zelda felt her heart squeeze with affection. It wasn’t hard for her to give in when his arms were so comfortable.

“We can stay here a little longer.”

“Good,” Link mumbled burying them both further under the blankets.

Zelda found herself enjoying the warmth cuddling Link under the blankets. While she couldn’t get back to sleep, she found herself half-dreaming of waking up every day like this. Though that would take her voicing her feelings, something she had pushed down. A confession would have to come at the right time, with Zelda carefully expressing exactly how she felt.

In the end her confession came out blurted over a cup of coffee while Link made them omelets. As casual as if she just commenting on the weather or what she would have for dinner. Zelda expected a pause, perhaps he would drop the whisk in shock or tell her she didn’t mean it. Instead, Link responded without missing a beat.

“I love you too, Zelda.”

“Oh good,” Zelda cringed at her response before regaining some kind of composure, “would you like to go on a date with me sometime?”

 “I’m free today, if you want to decide something over breakfast?” Link suggested, “it could be something private if you don’t want to give the gossip feed something new to chew on.”

Zelda felt a smile stretch over her face at the thought of going on a date that wouldn’t end up on the six o’clock news.

“That sounds great, so long as we can finish the movie I fell asleep during, except this time we can cuddle with the blanket properly.”

#flufftober2022 #day 26 #zelink

[billyjosephjr]

Some Fat Burning Tips

First, I am not a fitness expert (I only play one on TV). Just kidding...unless you know of a role that's open then I will surely audition! You all know that I like to joke around. I can really only speak to things that have worked for me personally, so that is how I will approach the topic at hand...fat burning. I also enjoy writing so I am hoping to merge my love of writing and my passion for fitness into these occasional blog posts. While I am not an expert, I am going through my personal trainer and nutritionist certification, so I at least have a textbook to look at!

Like I said, I can only speak to things that have worked for me, personally and over the last 9 months I was able to cut my body fat percentage from about 25% to 11.5%. That required regular exercise but also being very intentional with my diet. So here's what I did in a nutshell and if you have questions let me know.

Try to get 10,000 steps per day. I work at my desk most the day so I have to make sure I get up and walk or park way out in the parking lot to force myself to walk or just simply go with my wife or kids and dogs for a walk in the evening. Also, one way I increased my steps was actually at the gym. Instead of staring at my phone between sets, I try to walk around in circles. Walking is one of the most effective things you can do to burn fat, hands down.

Eat my final meal and/or snack of the day by 7pm and eat or drink NOTHING after that....no cereal, no hot weenies, no leftover chicken wings...nothing.

Don't eat anything until about 10:30am the next morning. There is science behind it, which I am not citing btw, but for men, our bodies produce testosterone and burn fat best and sometimes only in a state of starvation. This occurs most effectively while we sleep so going to sleep hungry is not a bad thing if you want to burn fat and keep your T levels up (with all the benefits that brings to the table-wink, wink).

Yes, don't eat anything until 10:30am but start the morning with a large glass of hot water (not scalding, just tapwater hot) with a pinch of sea salt and a few squirts of lemon juice. Man, you can feel it run through your veins, wake you up , and get you going. After the water and before eating breakfast (at 10:30am) you can drink black coffee (black means no cream and sugar...be a man). Awe, don't cry I'm just Joshing you Starbucks fanboys, but seriously...black coffee only. The sugar will mess up that T building/fat burning state you got going on.

Try to get at least 8 hours of sleep, distraction free. This can be hard especially if you have to piss a lot (like me). We will save the prostate discussion for another post. But do the best you can on this because, again, this is when you are making testosterone and burning fat. We all like it when have to pole vault out of the bed in the morning and this is when your body is making all the stuff needed for that to happen.

You see I like to write as much as I like to talk so this could go on for a while, but the biggest thing really is diet. You gotta be eating healthy. Track your macros. If you don't know what those should be then reach out to me and let's figure it out. It's different for every guy based on height, age, weight, and activity level but once you know what those goals are...be intentional about staying within your target goals.

So that's enough for now. Like I said, ask any questions you have. Let's work together to get and stay fit as we get older so we don't feel like we're over 40!

Cheers...Billy

Oh P.S. I forgot to include but NO MORE CHIPS, FRENCH FRIES, or SODAS! I'll talk more about this later, but for now CUT THEM OUT!

#fitness

[methylphenidate-already-taken]

Happy 8/8 motherfuckers

My first reform fic! with Cypress and Max. may or may not have been written originally as a self indulgent thing with a comfort character that turned into max instead. 

summary: Cypress can’t sleep with her mind racing like this, Maxwell uses his calming presence to help

contents: Soft safe vore, digestion and reform, tooth rotting fluff. 

Word Count: 2671

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Four in the god damn morning. Why was she on her phone again? Cypress rolled over to face her buddy. Max lay peacefully beside her, his chest rising and falling with steady slow breaths. A soft smile was on his face but it was a little obscured by the pillow he was nuzzled into. She looked back at her phone, then to him, then sighed.

She should have quit while she was ahead. Not that she was ever really ahead, but their sleepovers usually pushed away the feelings that made her chest hurt. Funny that, how emotions could affect you physically. Usually, the man didn’t have to do anything to help, just being in his company eased her mind a little. He was a friend, which in itself was enough, but he was such a fun person to be around! She enjoyed his company very much and the banter was always so exciting.

Of course then comes male validation, a sense of safety, and a cuddle buddy. All of these are very good things, she won’t deny, that also boost her mood.

But now, late at night, doomscrolling on her phone, her chest felt tight again. The room felt invasive. Her skin felt wrong. Basically, it was not a good time.

For some reason, the woman had it in her head that even though they had countless sleepovers, shared a bed during those nights, and snuggled on a regular basis, she would be a presumptuous monster by scooting closer to Max.

She really wished it was one of those nights where he snuggled her in his sleep like a teddy bear. But surprise surprise, he didn’t become a magic mind reader in his sleep either, so he stayed in his cozy position. Cypress sighed and set her phone down, rubbing her face with her hands. This was so damn frustrating.

Like any other night like this, exaggerations of her failures and shortcomings flooded her mind. Why was she here, wasting his time? Why wasn’t she working? Doing better? Being better? Cypress willed her mind to shut the fuck up for a moment. She didn’t even realize she had been tossing and turning since she had dropped her phone until she stopped. It wasn’t like she was flailing, but it was like she felt wrong no matter what position she was in. Like the space between her skin and muscle was itchy.

Cypress turned her head to Max once more. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. Deciding her mind was being stupid, she did manage to bring herself closer to him. It’s not like their friendship would fall apart because of that one simple action, right? Right?? Oh god, plea-

That train of thought was interrupted by Max pulling her to his chest. She was frozen for a moment, realizing she had gotten what she wanted and trying very hard to fight the guilt that came from it.

She felt him shift again, seemingly holding her even closer before his lips made contact with the top of her head. She shivered, unsure of what to do, then he spoke.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry.” He assured her in a low, tired-but-kind-sounding tone. Cypress’s eyes widened, what did he mean? He was never so upfront like this. Normally she’d have to force herself to ask for assurances, even if he was more than happy to comply. The woman leaned her forehead against his chest.

“How did you…?” She asked, trailing off because it might have been a silly question.

“You were rolling around in bed a lot, the shifting woke me up, plus I can smell the discomfort.” He explained, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“Smell it? Oh god I’m so sorry should I go shower-“

“Easy, Cypress~! You’re alright.” The mini-giant chuckled a little, moving his hand to hold the back of her head gently. “It’s a pred thing. I don’t usually notice it too much anymore but you had it invade my dreams”

Cypress breathed deeply and resisted the urge to start shaking. “I-I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up or ruin your sleep-“

She was cut off by the giant’s playful growl as he moved to curl around her. “Shhhh, it’s alright, sleepy giant’s got you. Everything’s gonna be okay~”

Cypress was a little too stunned to speak but relaxed in his curled-up hold.

“You’re precious, Cypress. I won’t let the smell of worry or a sleepless night take you away from me” he assured her, stroking her hair gently. “Relaaaaax~”

She melted into the touch, he was so warm, so comfortable, her brow slowly began to unfurrow as she held on loosely to his sleep shirt.

He only held her tighter, doing his best to keep her hidden from the outside world. A low rumble began in his throat that bubbled up into a purr, causing his chest to vibrate against her.

In truth, the giant had been looking for an excuse to do this for quite a while. He loved holding his beloved prey closely, protecting her, even if it was from her own thoughts. There was such satisfaction in watching her worry fade, the scent dissipate, her breathing calm.

He tilted his head toward hers, guiding her face away from him and beginning to lick her forehead gently, causing her hair to plaster back. He smiled when she giggled softly, the tickle making her focus back in on the moment.

“I’m glad I woke up, I wouldn’t wanna miss this~” he cooed. Every exhale made his purr louder for a second and washed warm breath over her head.

Cypress was bombarded with emotion. Relief was the main one like he was lapping up all her worry, but also excitement, a little overwhelm pricked up too. Cypress melted into the affection, face scrunched up once more as she absentmindedly flutter-kicked her feet.

As Cypress relaxed, the man seemed to get more thorough with his licks. She had to close her eyes to avoid getting slime in them and soon her hair was drenched to the root. Was he… kneading her back? Man, she had to stop almost crying when he got affectionate like this.

Eventually, he parted himself from her face, a few strands of saliva connected between her and his mouth that were easily wiped off by his hand. “I think… I want a midnight snack~” he purred, giving her a peck on her damp forehead.

“It’s past midnight, technically-“ Cypress stammered out, now suddenly red in the face. “But I’m still definitely up for that-!”

“Good~” Max cooed, uncurling himself from her and moving to sit up against the back of the bed, dragging her with him. “Let me melt your worry away, take you in, make you mine~” he chuckled when Cypress shivered in his hold. To really dig the point in, he yawned, revealing his warm, damp, inviting maw with its lovely sharp pearly whites. He could feel her getting warmer in his hands, loving knowing that he was successful in distracting his once distressed prey.

Cypress hadn’t clued in until he mentioned melting that he wanted to digest her tonight. But that actually sounded perfect. Who’s to say she wouldn’t wake up and dwell while in there?

“Lay down for me,” the giant told her after a moment, setting her down on the plush bed once more. She did as she was told, propping her head up on one of his massive pillows and watching him curiously as he moved on top of her.

“Max?” She asked, eyes locked with his own.

“Yes?” He replied.

“Thank you”

Max grinned and like the usual show-off he was, lowered himself down like the start of a push-up to peck her lips gently.

“Don’t thank me,” he told her “I don’t like that. Just enjoy- also, don’t dwell on that or I’ll bite you~.”

That was a smart thing to say because just as she was about to have to throw hands with guilt again she laughed. “Who says I don’t wanna be bit?” A fire seemed to light in Max’s eye at the teasing and he lowered himself once more to nibble and suck on her shoulder. The warm laughter that came from her made him incredibly happy, and after a few more moments of that, he ducked back, disappearing under the blankets. Cypress rose a brow, unsure of what to expect until suddenly he pulled her legs under. She yelped as her feet made contact with something warm and wet but snapped to her senses a moment later with a smile. “You’re such a dork~!” She laughed.

Max paid her no mind as he licked at her feet. He didn’t linger long, though, he swallowed thickly, dragging her calves into his throat. She instantly relaxed, absentmindedly wiggling her toes as he pulled them deeper into himself.

The giant couldn’t help but groan with pleasure as he swallowed up her thighs and her feet breached into his tight stomach. She was just too damn cute! Such good prey, so willing to be crammed into his belly, excited for it, even. Because he was still so sleepy, he worked lazily up to her hips, struggling a little with them before getting past them and dragging her under the blankets completely. She was full-on giggling now; even in the dark, she could picture his face so clearly as he gobbled her up.

As he reached her chest, she had to bend her knees in his belly. He rumbled in pleasure, and she was completely in his throat before she knew it. Drool fell from his lips as he snuggled up back onto the bed and pillows. He massaged at her all the way down into his belly and patted the warm, rounded mass firmly. Cypress felt herself being squished as she was pushed into his stomach and even more so when he curled around it.

“Oh you hit the spot~” Max purred, slowly running a hand over his middle. It groaned and gurgled happily around its prey, greeting her like an old friend. Cypress immediately felt the walls squeeze her. She was already curled up so tightly inside him, being squished more, causing her to hold her breath temporarily.

His toes curled, and he had to go back to laying on his back to feel it all. His skin was pulled taught around her form, abs stretched nearly flat in order to accommodate his prey. “Comfortable in there?” he asked, “because you feel great out here~” it was true. he was so full. The mass inside him fought for space with his organs, causing him to breathe a little more shallowly. The feeling was absolutely intoxicating.

Cypress couldn’t bring herself to do much besides chirp happily and nuzzle into place. He was so strong that even the lazy rubs he gave to his belly felt like a full-on massage to her. He could already feel his eyes fighting to close, his body wanting to sleep off the big meal. Max refused. He would be there until his prey passed out. He would be there for her.

“So tasty~ you know that?” He teased, giving her a hearty pat. “You fill me up just right. It’s like you were made for this~.”

Max grinned as he felt her flush inside of him, the heat adding to his already warm middle. It was starting to rumble now, trying to squish her more and knead enzymes into her skin.

While that could be agonizing to anyone, If Max so chose, it was warm, tingling, soothing to Cypress as it worked to break her down slowly. He hummed happily and squeezed his middle to give her his best attempt at a hug, which she reciprocated by gently squirming, knowing he liked it.

“You’re amazing,” Cypress finally piped up for the first time since she got in there. It was breathless, almost as if she was in a trance. “So so so amazing” unlike Max, she had been awake the whole night, so she was already losing the fight for consciousness.

“I know~” Max chuckled in response, chest swelling a little with pride, “but shhhh, now. I’m going to keep you warm, safe… loved~” his sharp teeth were revealed once more when she squirmed at that last bit. He grabbed his stomach, squeezing it hard enough to stop Cypress from breathing for a moment.

This was exactly what she wanted. Exactly. The squeeze pinned her completely for a moment, and once again, she marvelled at his strength. He eased up, going back to rubbing, and she tuned in to his words.

“My sweet, delicious Cypress~” His toes curled when his stomach gave a particularly satisfying gurgle. “You’re all mine~”

Max was properly aware of how weak she was now, feeling the curves of her body start to dull and flatten into one round shape that fit his belly. “I have you. forget the anxiety, forget the depression for the night; you’ll feel how much I love and enjoy you~.”

Cypress would argue, really, and some little bitch boy part of her brain wanted to. But his sweet voice dripped with real, genuine honey. He loved this just as much as she did. She couldn’t feel much anymore besides the pressure of him from all sides. They were what was still holding her together and what would soon undo her, dispersing her throughout his body.

“I love your sweet voice and kind attitude and yo- UURP” Max was cut off by a belch. “Heh-“ he poked at his stomach, “and your taste, you’re almost gone now aren’t you then?” His stomach responded with a symphony of rumbles, gurgles, glorps and more.

“I love you so much…~” Max’s tone softened as he knew his prey was close to unconsciousness “Cypress, you are wonderful, and I’m so glad I met you.” Firm hands massaged her soft form as it weakly squirmed to indicate it was still there. “Rest now. Become a part of me~”

…

…

…

The squirming had stopped, she was gone. Max rolled back to his side, curling around his still active middle as it digested the slurry that was once Cypress’s body. His own body softened as more mass was added to it, some muscle, some fat. If anything, it highlighted his strong arms and made his belly look quite comfortable to lay on.

Sleep came easy to him. Max was full. Happy. Cypress was safe with him. No one could get to her. She could only feel his warmth and love for her. The sounds of digestion kept on till morning when he woke up and stretched, revealing his tummy as his shirt rose up. It took him a moment to remember who was on his body, but once he did, he purred and hummed happily, pressing against his middle.

“Good morning, Cypress~” He spoke aloud, hugging himself gently. He could feel her padding him slightly all over, keeping him a little warmer during the fridged morning.

He couldn’t keep his hands off his nearly empty middle as he set up for the morning. No one was in the house to see but he still felt a sense of pride from holding his vulnerable friend somewhere safe and comfortable on him.

They lingered together well into the afternoon. Max wanted to pump her full of as many happy thoughts as he could. In return, she gave him such a warm feeling of satisfaction. Despite her being unconscious, he could still feel her mutual love.

It was late afternoon by the time he decided he would reform her. Though taking her off of him was a little disappointing, she made up for it with plenty of praises, kisses, hugs, and affection.

Dinner that was cooked with love was offered to her, and the delighted woman spent the evening with her loving pred.

“You’re not hungry?” She asked when she saw he wasn’t having anything

“Nah~” he replied with a warm smile, and he pulled her close to him.

#aaaaaa #i did it #here it is #8/8 #vore day #soft vore #safe vore #comfort vore #tw reformation #tw digestion #oc: cypress #Oc: maxwell #i fuckin love reform my guys #should come up with a ship name for these two #vore writting

[pigeonflavouredcake]

Things I've done to accommodate my autism and dyslexia

No raw wood. Every wood surface is either coated chipboard, covered or varnished so it's smooth. I can not touch raw or rough wood without feeling like it's going through my fingernails. The same texture issues apply to my feet. Carpet and sock all the time.

No big light, only little or natural light and blackout curtains in my room to block any light from street lamps at night and the sun when I get a migraines.

No analogue clocks, the ticking noise will make me go insane.

Minimal music all the time and a lighter and scented candles when I smell something nasty.

Invest in an e-reader tablet to read books. Even thought I still read physical books regularly for research and for fun this helps when I'm having a bad day but still want to read and takes up less space. also e-books are cheaper.

Clean regularly and go through my stuff every season to get rid of clutter. dirt and mess make me itch and clutter make me feel like I'm suffocating.

Keep my earrings in a clear container, make up in clear organisers and my necklaces hung on a bookshelf with thumbtacks so I can see everything and remember it exists.

Make mental notes of how things are spelt phonetically vs on paper so even if I know how it's pronounced I read the written word literally so I spell it correctly. For example if I'm writing down one of my meals for the week I would say "bol-og-nee-see" instead of "bol-oh-nais" so I can correctly write Bolognese. I sound dumb as hell but if it helps it helps.

Things I've done to accommodate my arthritis

Knee covers when my knees ache, grip gloves when I can't tense my hands and a cane in case I need to walk while I'm hurting.

Almost exclusively wear ankle socks so I have free movement of my ankles and have socks that are easy to put on and take off.

Got rid of lace up shoes in favour of slip-ons for regular day-to-day stuff.

Regular muscle training to help maintain strength around my more problematic joints and yoga once a week to stretch out and relax whilst remaining active.

I essentially have a desk job right now so daily stretch routines are a must. I also keep my art tools at arms reach or at eye level when I'm sitting down.

Put my bed next to the radiator and sleep on a firm pillow and mattress so I don't wake up frozen stiff and with back/neck pain.

Don't leave anything on the floor.

Keep an eye on the temperature and humidity.

Don't force myself to work like normal if I'm tired. Part of being arthritic is regular fatigue so I need to look out for what energy I have and be gentle to myself in those moments.

It sucks knowing that I'm arthritic at my age (early 20's) but I've been dealing with it since I was 17 so i'm experienced enough to cope and it's hereditary so I'm lucky to have support from my parent who's arthritis also manifested at the same age and in the future I can laugh at support my siblings when theirs eventually catches up to them.

#accommodating yourself is the most anarchist thing you can do #but it's hurts knowing that in order to get these accommodations I had to buy a lot of them #self accommodation #self care #self love #selfcare #autistic/dyslexic #autistic #asd #dyslexia #arthritis #arthritic life #autistic witch #dyslexic witch #be gentle to yourself #be kind to yourself #neurodivergent #neurodiversity

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 8: Trust

The Mandalorian and Jo's relationship is growing into something more, and she has questions about the man behind the mask. Does he trust her enough to answer them? Does she trust him enough to answer honestly? Well, he has an idea to ease both their minds, sort of...

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, Din Djarin x oc, Din Djarin x ofc, plot with porn, spicy, truth pollen, crazy trust exercise, a surprise guest

18+ --Minors DNI-- 18+

Warnings: nudity, smut (I'm not going to list them all so just take this as your warning), cliff-jumping, truth serum/truth pollen trope, cursing

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | Masterlist

A/N

I won't lie, this one is entirely different from the chapter I had originally written. It's still going in the direction I had planned, but I'm nervous as to how/if people will like it. I'm trusting the process and seeing my story through.

Jo woke from her deep sleep in complete darkness, unaware of where she was, but a familiar scent and warm body reminded her. She moved to feel around for a light switch and just as her hand was about to switch it on, a hand snatched her by the wrist.

"Mesh'la… you know the rules, and I don't have my helmet." Her lover's voice was still heavy with sleep. He sat up and kissed her shoulder in an attempt to coax her back into their previous position. 

Jo sighed, desperate to stay in bed with him but also aware that she had duties that took priority. "I want to stay, Mando. You know that. But I have things that I need to do and I don't even know what time it is." She made an attempt to stand, only to be met with the force of his strength pulling her back in. Their naked bodies collided and toppled backwards onto the bed. Mando locked his arms around her waist as she took his lips into a loving kiss. They stayed like this for several long moments until Jo broke away to speak. "I'm serious. I need to go."

"Fine," he reluctantly released her hips and she stood from the bed once more. This time he reached for his helmet instead of her. Jo waited for the hiss of the mask before switching on the light.

Hiss. Click.

The light flickered on and she took in the small room. There wasn’t much to see, there was a standing locker, a bunk, and that was pretty much it. Her eyes met the T-shape visor and she drank in the rare image before her. Even though sleeping together had become a regular occurence, being able to see him was not. Jo took in every detail, from the warm tone of his skin, to the way the sheet hung loosely over his legs with the slight v-shape of his torso dipping underneath. She hummed happily at the sight and finally dressed herself. Grogu was still sleeping and the hull was dead silent. Jo made her way to the galley while Mando put himself together. After about an hour or so, Jo had finished putting together a breakfast fit for a king. Meats and fruits, sweet oats and pancakes. She had been working up quite the appetite as of late, given the extra curricular activities she and the Mandalorian had been getting up to. She left the kitchen to call to Mando and Grogu, but when she left the warm confines of the galley she was met with cool fresh air.

Hold on. Fresh?

The ramp was lowered and she heard a giggle outside. She carefully disembarked, taking in the air, cool and crisp. The scent of the sea filled the air. It was an amazing difference from the desolation of Tatooine and Nevarro that she had been subject to in recent times. She took a deep breath, basking in the cool breeze.

Then she saw him. He was sitting in the tall yellowed grass watching Grogu bound through the field. He was chasing some small creature through the meadow. As she stood at the end of the ramp with her hair blowing in the breeze, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace overcome her. Tears welled in her eyes as she fondly regarded what her life had become since stowing away on the bounty hunter's ship. She hadn’t put it all together till now, but she was realizing that this rust bucket of a ship was a home to her now and these two wayward souls were the closest thing she had to family. Mando wasn't just a lover, he showed her compassion, consoling, and caring. Jo couldn't imagine her life without him or the child, and that was equal parts calming and terrifying. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and approached the Mandalorian and child. As she came into view, Grogu waddled up to her, demanding to be lifted into her arms. She granted his wish and proceeded to sit next to Mando. 

“Hi…” her voice was small and slightly hoarse from the cold morning air.

“Are you okay?” He wasted no time in noticing the slight flush in her cheeks.

“Yeah… I'm okay.” Jo placed little Grogu on the ground and he took off once again. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking care of me.” She smiled at him and he melted. Physically falling back into the grass.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

NO! You are an angel and I need you in my life everyday forever. I want to be selfish with you and selfless for you. He screamed internally.

“Yeah, just…tired.” It wasn’t a lie. It was also not what he wanted to say.

“I can imagine. Sorry about that.” She giggled.

“No!” he bolted up from the ground. “Not because of you. Never because of you. The kid… he’s… a lot.”

“Yeah, he really is. But nothing I can’t handle.” She flashed him another smile and he slumped back into the grass. This time she followed and they lay side by side in the grass in sweet silence. Jo turned on her side and looked at the Mandalorian beside her.

“Hey Mando?”

“Hmm?”

"How did you know my name?"

His heart dropped. He attempted to play it off. "You introduced yourself to me when we met."

"No, I didn't. I've been thinking about it a lot, I never told you my name. And you've never asked."

He sighed, an overwhelming sense of dread rushed through him. He was terrified of telling her that she was a bounty, even though he had no intention of collecting on her. However he knew he couldn't hide it for forever.

"Your…bounty had your name on it."

She smacked herself in the head, falling back comically. Mando was completely confused. She was laughing.

"I'm such an idiot! You saw my name on the bounty! Of course! I had completely forgotten."

He was bewildered. She had answered her own question, and it still wasn't the complete truth. He felt guilty about it, but he decided to hold off on telling her about her puck being in his possession still. He wanted to hold onto the fantasy a little longer.

Jo's mind was racing. He was acting strange, and then he brought up her bounty. She didn't want to believe that he could actually have her puck, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. She had enough to know her answer, and she didn't want to hear him say it. She knew it could ruin everything, so she opted to tiptoe around it for now. Jo gathered herself and sat up.

"Well… since we never did get properly introduced…" she turned to face him, offering a hand. "Jomira Barellos, but my friends call me Jo." Mando shook her hand, not completely understanding what she was doing. She leaned in slightly, still grasping his hand. "This is the part when you would tell me your name."

"Oh, uh…" he felt flustered by her forwardness.

"I'm just kidding Mando! It's okay, you don't have to, I get it." She tossed him a wink and stood from her spot in the grass. "I completely forgot, food's ready. We should probably go eat before it gets any colder."

"Right…" He was still in shock. Not entirely sure what just happened or why she was being so strange about his name. Sure, he wasn't accustomed to giving his name to just anybody, but that was more of a personal code. It kept him safe. She wasn't going to hurt him, so what did he have to lose by telling her?

She made her way quickly onto the ship with Grogu balanced on her hip. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she served up the plates of food. Why was it so important to her, knowing his name? She felt like an idiot for trying to ask for it this way. Honestly, she really just wanted to forget the whole exchange and crawl right back into bed.

Breakfast was the same as usual, quiet eating with her and the kid facing away from the Mandalorian. However, because of the interaction that morning, the air felt dense. After they were finished Grogu toddled off for a nap, and Jo went about clearing the dishes. When she reached for Mando's plate he seemed deep in contemplation, thinking so hard that he didn't even glance her way. Feeling slightly hurt by his apparent coldness to her, she vowed to give him his space for the day. She assumed she had hit a nerve when asking for his name earlier and didn't want to make anymore waves. Jo decided that after cleaning up, she would excuse herself from the ship to go walk along the beach or something like that. She put on a headscarf and her thick cloak, pulling the hood up to protect against the wind. Jo turned to call out to Mando to tell him she was heading out for a bit, but he was standing right behind her.

"Good, you're ready to go."  He said, as if she had known he wanted to take her somewhere.

"I was going on a walk. Where are you going?" She felt utterly confused.

"You are coming with me. I have something to show you." Jo could've sworn she could hear him smiling behind the mask. He took her by the hand and led her off the ship. The ramp rose behind them and the entrances locked. He didn't stop to look back at the Crest. Mando just kept her hand grasped in his leather clad hand as he walked on to their mystery destination. They walked for a good while before finally coming to a large cliff. He released her hand and gestured for her to walk to the edge. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked down. 

It was a steep black cliff side with tall angry waves slamming into the rocks below. The water was a dark color, a green tinted black with white foam dancing across the tops of the waves. Jo swallowed hard and stepped back from the ledge, only to feel her back press into the man who had brought her here. He placed his arms around her waist as she turned to face him.

"What are we doing here? What's going on?" She felt fear twisting in her gut. Mando pressed the forehead of his helmet to hers.

"There are things I want to tell you, mesh'la. But I need to know something from you first." He sounded just as scared as she felt.

"I'll tell you anything. You know that." She responded, feeling her fear dissipating.

"It's not something you can tell me. It's something you can show me."

"What do you mean?" She felt even more confused than before.

"I need you to prove to me that you trust me. It's… it's important that you trust me."

"How exactly do I prove that I trust you?"

"Jump—"

"You're insane! I wouldn't survive that, and even if I did, the water must be freezing!" She pushed away from him but he caught her by the wrists.

"Let me finish, please. I won't force you to, but at least hear me out."

"Okay…"

"Jump off this cliff and I promise to catch you before you even get close to landing in the water." Jo narrowed her eyes.

"And what's in this for me?"

The Mandalorian pulled a small stim from his belt and held it up between two fingers. "This is a truth serum. One dose and a human will be incapable of lying for one hour. If you show that you trust me, then I will let you use this on me and you can ask any questions you want."

She stared hard at the small blue vial between his fingers while chewing at her lip. What he was asking was a pretty big leap, literally. However the reward was making the challenge worth it. She took a deep breath and met the gaze of his visor.

"Deal."

"Are you sure?"

"You promise to catch me?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow to him.

"I promise."

"That's all I needed to hear." With those words she took two steps back and fell off the edge. The wind whipped past her ears and ripped the scarf off her head. She had closed her eyes as she had stepped off, not wanting to see the world falling around her. She couldn't hear anything over the roar of the ocean or the wind in her ears. Suddenly she felt hands grab her beneath her arm and legs, and her falling ceased. She opened her eyes to see that he had kept his promise and was now cradling her against his chest as he flew the pair of them back to the Crest. Mando did not place her back on the ground after landing but instead carried her all the way inside the ship and to his bunk. He set her down gingerly and knelt down beside her. He grabbed the small vial of truth serum and placed it in her hand.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Jo held the stim up to the light and analyzed the blue tinted liquid inside as the Mandalorian removed his armor. She looked over at him, wondering what he was planning.

"Umm what are you doing?" She smirked at him.

"Nothing that you're probably thinking about. I just figured that I might as well get comfortable if we are going to be here for the next hour." He shrugged as he removed his boots and sat down beside her on the bed. He undid his flight suit and moved the collar aside so she could use the stim on his neck. She kissed the exposed area and activated the stim. The liquid disappeared from the vial and he leaned back against the wall.

"Give it a few minutes and it will start to take effect."

"I think I know what we can do to kill some time." She moved to straddle his lap and kissed a portion of exposed skin. He groaned at the sensation, grasping at her hips.

"Close your eyes." 

She did as instructed, and just as soon as the helmet was off his lips were on hers. His kiss was soft and rough. She had never seen it, but she knew he had facial hair. Jo felt it every time they kissed. She had never considered herself to be one to like facial hair, but now she couldn't imagine kissing him without his scruff. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth was intoxicating. It never failed to leave her dizzy and lightheaded, as though she had just drank several shots of spotchka. She broke off from the kiss and he lowered the helmet back down. She pressed her forehead to his.

"Has it… taken effect yet?" She asked, slightly out of breath.

"Yes. I can't lie now. Anything I say is the truth." He sounded almost as nervous as she felt.

"You can't lie…" she hummed to herself.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green."

She giggled, "that makes sense. Okay, what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I don't."

She gasped dramatically.

"Are you really going to waste this serum on stupid questions?" He asked, amused.

"Don't judge my questions. But fine, I'll get deeper…" she thought for a moment, rooting around for a question she wanted answered. "What color are your eyes?"

"Brown."

"I knew it!" She exclaimed.

"Do you think about my eyes a lot?" He hummed, brushing a hand through her hair. She nodded in response.

"Are they golden brown or a dark brown?"

"Dark."

She hummed happily, adding the image of his dark eyes to her mental image of him.

"Jo?" He interrupted her thoughts. "Why haven't you asked me anything important?"

"Why are you doing this? Why take the serum? Why let me ask you anything?" She was scared to ask deeper questions.

"I trust you."

"Trust me? You barely know me!" She was stunned at his words.

"I know enough. You care unconditionally and you do whatever you need to do to survive. There is pain and torment inside you, yet your heart has been open to me and Grogu. Anything you want, anything you need, ask and it's yours."

A wicked thought flashed through her mind. He could tell what she was thinking too. Her back stiffened and she leaned back and looked at him. They sat in silence. The unspoken request looming in the air. Din's hands left her and began to hook under his helmet. She quickly grabbed his wrists, halting the movement.

"No." She whispered.

"Isn't this what you want?"

"No!"

"Why not?" He sounded amused by her flustered response.

She lowered her eyes, feeling as if she was an exposed nerve. 

"Because…"

"Yes?" He persisted.

"I respect you. I respect you too much. And I know what taking off your helmet would mean."

"Hmm…" he leaned back, laughing hard.

"What's so funny?" 

“Nothing.” 

“Then why’re you laughing?” He stopped laughing and the silence was filled with something hotter. He grabbed her by the chin and she could feel him looking into her eyes.

“I’m laughing because…I want you to 'disrespect' me.”

She froze. He was smirking under that damned mask, she could hear it.

"So… you want me to ask you personal questions. Force you to open up to me?" 

"Gods help me, I do." She felt him twitch beneath her and she realized that this whole ordeal was turning him on. Her eyes widened with excitement and she took a deep breath.

"Okay, then let's get into this. How did you really know my name?"

He groaned, as if he was straining against the answer. "I told you, it was on your bounty." He was gripping her tighter, and she could tell that wasn't all.

"Yeah, you did say that. But there's more, isn't there?"

He nodded slowly, "Yes."

She tried to shift off of him, but his hold was too tight. Jo was beginning to feel a fear boiling up, and she couldn't run. "Why were you on Tatooine? Why Mos Eisley?"

"I was there for you." He sounded pained, but he also seemed to still be enjoying it somehow.

"You have my bounty puck, don't you?" Her heart was trying to escape her chest.

"Yes."

"Then… why haven't you turned me in?" She felt panic rising until he grabbed her face gently, cupping her cheeks with his large hands.

"Shh… mesh'la. I swear I would never, never turn you in. I haven't turned you in because… I–"

The ship's alarm blared as several tie-fighters flew overhead. Jo and Mando both raced out of his bunk, and scaled the ladder into the cockpit.

“Strap in," he ordered, "We’re getting out of here.”

He took out one of tie-fighters as the Razor Crest was taking off, and managed to dodge out of firing range of the remaining ship. Mando expertly outran the remaining tie-fighter while exiting the planet's atmosphere. Jo's body was humming and vibrating by the time they exited the atmosphere. The minute he thrusted the ship into hyperspace she unlatched her restraint and approached his chair. She spun him in his seat so he was facing her. His response was not what she had anticipated. Jo was imagining him being surprised, shocked by the sudden act, but no. He looked completely relaxed. He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide. She glanced down and absent mindedly licked her lips.

“Something you want, Jo?” He asked, his voice sounding sultry through the voice modulator.

In an act of sheer boldness, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slung each leg over his. As she sunk down onto his lap he grabbed her ass. His fingers began to knead the soft flesh as he groaned. She linked her arms around the back of his neck, the hard beskar of his helmet biting her arm as she did. Jo leaned her forehead against his, the metal fogging from her warm breath. Experimentally she grinded down against him, and she was pleased to discover that he was rock hard beneath her hips. 

"I still have 15 minutes to ask you whatever I want, yes?" She spoke in a breathy whisper.

"Yes…" he answered, his breathing audible through his modulator.

"What were you going to say? Before we were interrupted."

"You already know."

"Say it."

"I fell for you, Jomira. I saw your face and I heard your voice, and all I wanted was to protect you. I never planned on seeing you again, but then you were on my ship. You made yourself unavoidable." His voice was low.

"I've fallen for you too, Mando. I–" he covered her mouth with his hand.

"That's not my name sweet girl." His voice hummed.

"Tell me your name," she breathed out.

"Din Djarin"

She smiled, "Din Djarin…"

His chest rose and fell heavily. 

"Din…" she moaned, grinding her hips against him.

“Fuck…” he huffed, grinding 

“I need you, Din…” she moaned.

“Whatever you want, mesh'la. It’s yours.”

“Mmm…” her mind glazed over as the nickname fell from his lips and she sank down from his lap to between his legs. Jo worked his pants open and grasped his leaking cock. She took in the image of his erection in her hand, realizing she hadn’t been able to see it last time. She pressed her tongue flat against the shaft, licking slowly from the base to the tip, swirling his tip before sucking him lightly. The taste of him filled her mouth and the sound of his needy moans flooded her ears. She was surrounded by him, making her drench her panties. She looked up at him through her lashes as she sank down his length, taking every inch of him down her throat till her nose buried in the hair of his pelvis. Din’s hand found her head and gently held it. Jo didn’t break her gaze as she began to move, sucking and licking as she bobbed. The cockpit filled with the sounds of his pleasure, encouraging her to keep going. The ship dropped out of hyperspace with no warning and her head was thrusted forward, taking him suddenly and harshly down her throat. She coughed and gagged, tears streaming from her eyes from the aggression of him slamming into her throat.

She pulled back for a moment, gasping for air. A stream of spit coated her chin, which Din wiped away delicately with the thumb of his glove. He placed that thumb into her mouth, watching her intensely as he did so. 

“Bite.” He commanded, and she obliged.

He pulled his hand from the glove. He grabbed the glove from her teeth and leaned forward. He lifted her from her position on the floor and moved her till she was standing in front of the control panel of the ship. She was facing away from him, staring out at the vast expanse of space. She felt his hand press between her shoulder blades, forcing her body forward till she was practically laying on the panel. Din grasped the waist of her pants and tugged them over her hips, revealing her ass and dripping pussy. He dragged a digit through her wetness, collecting and bringing up under his helmet for a taste.

“Please Din…” Jo whimpered.

He aligned himself with her hole and thrusted in. She gasped from the roughness of the entry, and moaned from the pleasure. He buried himself completely and held there for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of her fluttering around him. She tried to move against him, desperate for the friction.

"Say my name again…" he commanded as he massaged her ass.

"Din.." she whimpered. He rewarded her with a heavy thrust into her pussy, and she realized what he wanted. She began repeating his name, a mantra flowing from her mouth as he railed her on the controls. Each moan of his name was another thrust of him into her cunt.

Her orgasm came fast, and without warning. As she came hard on his cock she screamed out his name.

"Sounds so kriffing good when you're moaning my name." He continued fucking into her at a brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm now. 

Jo's mind was blank, and her ears were ringing. She was a moaning mess. Staring out into the vast expanse in front of her, she finally took note of something in their reflection. He had removed his helmet. She couldn't make out much, but she found the glint of his eyes boring into her own. He noticed her gaze and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her upright and flush against him. He moaned into her ear as continued fucking her.

"You want to see my face, admit it. You want to ruin me. You like the idea of being so addictive that I lose myself to you entirely. Makes you so wet to imagine me abandoning my faith, just so I can look at you with my own eyes and taste your skin in the sunlight. Isn't that right you kriffing temptress?"

She nodded in response, but this wasn't enough for him. "Use your words, you siren."

"Kriffin' hell yes! I want to be so selfish with you. A selfish shameless slut for you."

This confession is what finally pushed him over the edge. He didn't realize how close he was and released inside her, coating her walls in his cum.

He relaxed and pulled his softening dick from her. A thought crossed his mind, a need to see an image that he just created. He bent her back over the control panel, presenting her pussy to him once again. He knelt down behind her and spread her open, watching his cum drip from her hole.

"Like what you see?" She hummed.

"I do," he whispered as he used his fingers to collect the dripping cum and push back inside her. After committing the sight to memory, he finally stood and placed his helmet back on. 

Jo pulled her pants back on, and turned to face her lover. Her face was bright red and her hair was a mess. Din loved the sight of it. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in, pressing his forehead to his once again and pulling away. This time her curiosity took over.

"What does that mean?"

"What?"

She grabbed his helmet and pressed her forehead to his this time. "This."

"It…uhh.. it means…" he was stammering.

"Jeez, whatever it means, it sure seems to have you very flustered suddenly." She teased him gently.

He laughed, relaxing a little and finding his words, "it's called a keldabe kiss. It's a Mandalorian thing."

"So what does it mean, a keldabe kiss?"

"Well, originally… It's a fighting technique. You headbutt your opponent with your helmet and it can knock them out."

"But that's not what this is."

"No. This one… it's a gesture of… affection. As Mandalorians, we are typically wearing our helmets so if we want to kiss whilst wearing them, this is the alternative."

"That makes sense." Then she started to remember all the times he had done it. The night she had asked him to kiss her… he already had. Just not in the way she knew. 

They were starting to orbit Nevarro, and he needed to focus on landing the ship. She sat down in her chair, questions swirling in her mind. After they landed, Din stood to descend the ladder, but she stopped him.

"Din… We– we should talk." She was staring up at him through her lashes, and he wanted nothing more than to stay.

"I would stay if I could, mesh'la. But Karga's expecting me and I can't keep him waiting." He pressed his helmet to her forehead, and she smiled understanding the gesture finally. "But I promise I will be back as soon as I can. We will talk then."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you."

"Good. Also, I'm taking the kid with me. Karga wants to see him."

"Oh, okay. I'll find some way to entertain myself then."

She followed him down the ladder and watched him leave with Grogu. After they left she decided a shower was in order after their escapades in the cockpit. She didn't take long, knowing she would need to make herself scarce when Karga's men came to collect the bounties. When she exited the fresher, she was already dressed and almost in full disguise. She opened the ramp to exit the ship, planning to use her original hiding place, but when the ramp lowered her blood ran cold and her soul left her body. 

The familiar blue skin stretch tight over his sharp tooth grin as his red eyes locked with hers.

"Hello Darlin'"

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[salsflore]

random f/o + ship thoughts

help. get me out of this hell!!!!

alhaitham

not averse to touch, but its not his main way of expressing affection. prefers acts of service and quality time over anything else.

leaves her notes when he’s gone. simple things like “don’t forget to bring your jacket before you leave.” or “i’ll be back late, no need to wait up for me.”

has a consistent, healthy bedtime routine somehow?? will often remind her to go to bed just so she doesn’t stay up too late. (she does anyways)

realistically i don’t think we’d have many hobbies in common, so they’d probably co-exist in silence and do their own thing instead ...

surprisingly amazing at helping her deal with her overthinking or #issues because hes just so... logical. shes like "ohgh...shjsk...." and hes like "No." and shes like "ok thanks i am cured now"

he runs colder so they use different blankets + neither fully likes or dislikes cuddling to bed, but enjoys some space. will let her hug onto him anyways, though

mika’s experimental-breakfast victim. rip

random but probably the type to change his icon once and then never again. would leave his profile(s) blank. loser

childe

heavily prefers calling over texting. likes to send her silly voice messages to update her of whatever he’s doing right now ++ pictures of the stuff he finds interesting

after a long day at work or while trying to sleep, he’ll cling to her. calls it his way of recharging. she is forced to deal with it, unfortunately ...

likes to brag to her about random stuff, even the most mundane of things. like "yup. i got the last one before they ran out of stock! i’m so cool.."

often got scolded for returning home bloody/injured or something. he’ll brush it off sometimes and be like “umm ?? but its not MY blood, therefore-” but he’s careful about it now, lest he upset her (again)

enjoys having matching household items with her, e.g slippers or toothbrushes??? likes to buy useless household products

sort of annoying about being married. very much a “my wife” kind of guy

diluc

initially very hesitant about showing his scars to her. enough so that he wouldn’t even take his gloves off. she’d be like “haha hey you can remove them!” and he’d be like “haha! no. i would rather die btw” but he gets there eventually okay!!

i think i mentioned this before already but after the tavern closes she’d pop in to keep him company + help out as he cleans and makes preparations for the next day.

god... probably has a picture of me in a locket like a loser...

sends home gifts whenever he’s away for work. like a bouquet of flowers or something. or 5,000 cats

will let her try out new hairstyles on his hair + she helps him brush through it after a shower.

he doesn’t fully get her sense of humor but will play along with it just to appease her.

zhongli

similar to childe in the sense that he’s also a “my wife” guy. a little more subtle though. he doesn’t do it intentionally and gets bashful when confronted

is an adeptus, so he doesn’t rlly require sleep? only started having a regular sleeping schedule bc of her.

often asked to help remind her of stuff. he has excellent memory so might as well. he does it everytime without fail :3

touchstarved and very much enjoys being held. would rather die than admit it, however.

painfully dense. everytime she tries to jokingly flirt with him or something it just goes riight over his head...

has a whole collection of valuable shinies because. you know. silly dragon...

like childe, sends updates w/ photos during the day (but he’s awful at taking photos. reminds me of a certain cat-loving heir..)

#﹒﹒ my loves⠀ #symptom of mental illness

[safety-net-did]

Tomorrow will be the second week of my stimulant trial, Sunday will be the change to the the stabilization dose. Also two weeks of being back on testosterone.

So far I've noticed these relatively dramatic changes:

My sleep cycle has been shifted and made much more discrete. Before I was waking up feeling groggy and like shit, somewhere between 1200-1400, then being awake until 0100 or later because my brain wouldn't settle.

Now I'm waking up and getting active between 0900-1100, and getting tired around 2100-2300.

I'm waking up either naturally or with little issue to my 0800 alarm so I can take my simulant.I then let myself go back to sleep or rest again until my 0900 alarm. I used to do a similar thing with caffiene back in college and working times, having an alarm to take it set before I had to actually be awake, so the routine was already something my brain knows. It's just interesting that it spontaneously reasserted itself.

Previously I would then drag myself through 4-6 hours of painfully fatigued life, feeling like I may as well still be in bed, forcing myself to do every single thing through sheer willpower(and overly applied guilt and shame, that I'm still working on).

Now, I'm actually awake. I feel like doing things. I still have depression, still have DID, still have anxiety, still have PTSD, still have all the other symptoms. But by feeling awake and capable (that is, treating the fatigue and parts of the executive dysfunction) I'm finding myself actually able to use the skills I've learned in the last 15 years to manage my symptoms.

I start feeling overwhelmed by something? The anhedonia kicks in? I'm scared to assert a boundary? I remember my coping skills, I feel capable of changing my situation, and have the energy to act on that feeling. Not 100% of the time of course. But so, so much more than before, where I would often be left feeling "I know I know how to deal with this. But I have no idea how and it's too hard anyway".

Previously I was working on a push-crash cycle that went something like this:

Day one: I push. I do an extra chore, or I leave the house instead of staying in, or I communicate a difficult emotion, or I socialise.

Day two: I crash. HARD. I can't do my regular stuff, I can barely get out of bed. I'm so worn out I can't even enjoy the resting period, I'm just confined to it.

Day three: I feel a little better, so I try to do my minimum activities. This wears me out because I'm not actually rested yet.

Day four: I finally actually rest "properly". I do very little, but I'm able to enjoy it.

Day five: I'm okay again. With luck I'll only do my bare minimum stuff until something comes up and I need to push again, starting it all over.

But now, my push-crash cycle is more like this:

Day one: I push. I do 4-5 hours of mental or physical work. I go out, AND do an extra chore. I socialise ON TOP of doing another thing. I get through basically a week's worth of what I was doing before, in one day.

Day two: I'm tired. So I rest. I don't feel confined to resting, I just accept I need to. I let myself enjoy that. I still get my minimum activities done, mostly. I might leave off a task if I'm really worn down.

Day three: I feel mostly fine! I can again Do Things.

That's SO different, and doesn't even account for days where I havn't pushed, but still crash.

I think with some learning and adjusting I could probably get out of this cycle, in a way I couldn't get out of the other one.

Because my "push" before was a necessary part of living an unpredictable life. If I wanted to do anything more than the very bare minimum, I was pushing, and I would crash.

Now my crash days are at the bare minimum I can emotionally accept. That means a normal day lets me do a little more. That means I don't have to push as often, as much.

I know it's still early. Two weeks isn't that long.

But even if it evens out a bit, I'm really happy with it.

#long post #diary; self #medication