#I really considered just leaving without my food but I knew I needed to eat and didnt have anything at home so I stuck it out

[kittlyns]

I had yet another long, strenuous day yesterday and didn't finish work until super late and then I couldn't fall asleep until well past 2am cuz I was in so much pain from standing literally all day

#what made it worse was the client I spent most of my day with was a brand new client. and she booked super last minute #so I wasnt mentally prepared for doing a 5 hour color. and her natural hair was already pretty light so I had to foil foil foil. go back. #pull out first couple foils. foil foil foil. go back. pull out the next few. #over and over and over. #and her hair was so fucking long. and so fucking thick. #and after the first hour she wouldn't talk. like I like my silence so I don't fight it much #but every now and then I would try to engage with her. I'd say something and she would straight up ignore me. no acknowledgment. #which makes me feel anxious cuz it's like jesus... does she hate me?? did I piss her off somehow? #even when I finished her hair (it looked fucking amazing no lie. one of my best highlights yet.) she had next to no reaction to it #she was like 'it looks fine. I mean good. it's good.' completely deadpan #I laughed it off and was like yeah it's been a long day girl! but it looks amazinggg on you!! #no response. deep inhale. alright. #whatever tho. #when I did finally get off work I stopped @ bojangles cuz I was lightheaded and hadn't eaten since morning #and when I tell you I almost broke down into tears cuz there were so many people crowding the goddamn pickup area. #and so many bizarre conversations going on. genuinely felt like I was in some form of hell #like my feet hurt. my back hurts. I'm tired. I didn't get the validation I like to have over a 5 hour transformative color. #I'm hungry and there are two elderly women blocking the pickup counter. one is hard of hearing so she keeps yelling HUH??? #and the other only speaks in soft baby whispers. that goes as well as you can imagine. #there's a man behind me grilling an employee abt whether or not he goes to church. he starts witnessing to him #and the employee says 'I've never thought about it like that before' no less than 4 times. #there's a child in front of me playing tiktoks @ full volume. and this is all happening simultaneously. #I really considered just leaving without my food but I knew I needed to eat and didnt have anything at home so I stuck it out #was it worth it? no. bojangles honestly sucks these days but what's a girl gonna do. #got home and tried to pass out but nope. tossed and turned all night. #put on hot n cold patches to try to soothe the pain a little. didn't work cuz one pain would be eased a bit and another pain would take over #blahhhhhh #and now. I get to do it all over again! yippeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

[doberbutts]

Anyway yes, people who can X should be accomodating to people who can't X. People who can walk should accomodate people who can't. People who can hear should accomodate people who can't. People who can see should accomodate people who can't. And on and on. When that doesn't happen, it's a problem that deserves to be talked about.

But the problem is not and has never been "physical disabilities are more important and deserve more accomodations than mental disabilities"- nor the other way around either.

People love to dunk on folks with ADD/ADHD but you know? As someone with ADD raised by diabetic parents I gotta say there's a lot of similarities here. People with ADD, myself included, often forget to eat and when they do eat they often load themselves up with carbs and sugars because those foods make their brains feel good. People with diabetes have to closely monitor their meals and often crave sugars and need a blend of sugary and protein-rich snacks on hand. This is not to say ADD and diabetes are exact one-to-one disabilities.

But having grown up watching my parents manage their diabetes, I too am very aware of meal times and blood sugar and constructing meals that will tide you over and having a blend of sugary and protein-rich snacks on hand Just In Case. I am able to manage my ADD better in this way because I have experience from watching my parents. I also need access to snacks and to be able to say to my boss "I need to go eat something real fast" without being punished.

I had a training client who was the image of "able bodied mentally ill" outside of the usual creaks and squeaks associated with age, her body worked just fine. But after a series of incidents in her youth- a car accident that left her with a serious brain injury, coming home from the hospital afterwards to immediately have her house broken into and herself raped by an intruder, and assorted medical malpractice while she was healing from both- she has a serious and extreme case of agoraphobia and spent the next 40 years completely unable to leave the house. She would hide and wail and scream when deliveries of groceries and other goods would come, because it meant a stranger (and usually a man) would be at her door. She could not go more than a couple steps outside to get her mail and especially not if other people were outside.

At some point her therapist suggested getting a pet, one that *had* to go outside, to help her. So she got a dog and contacted a trainer (me) and we got to work. And she did improve! The dog has been a huge help to managing her symptoms! But you cannot seriously expect me to have worked with this woman for years and then belittle mental illnesses as being lesser when this woman also shares the inability to even leave her house let alone go inside a grocery store. Even today there are times when she simply cannot, she cannot will her body to move out of her door and into transportation let alone into the building.

When she first started coming to me she thanked me for not belittling her or making her feel bad for classes she had to cancel because she couldn't force herself to take the first step over the threshold. That is when she told me what happened to her and that while it sounds terrible she was really happy to have found a trainer who knew something personal about trauma and brain injuries. She is also a case where I feel her ESA should be considered service dog not because of training or tasking but because her need is so high and she is just completely incapable of doing anything without the dog in her arms.

Anyway I think of her any time someone says "but you can walk through the door". There's nothing wrong with her legs so in theory sure she could. But often she *can't*, not because of anything physical, but because she is very severely mentally ill.

[jamie-leah]

Lifeline

Bucky x Reader Fic

Oneshot? Series? You tell me...

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,809

Warnings: Mentions of physical abusive, Abusive relationship, descriptions of panic attack, rusty writing, fluff

A/N: Thought I would dip my toe back in the water, see how you're all doing? Feel free to tell me if you want more and feel free to make requests. I need to get back into the swing of things!

Next Part--->

Masterlist of Masterlists

It’s been two months, and he still hasn’t found you yet. Despite the nightmares and the hypervigilance, you would call that a win. It’s the longest he’s gone without finding you. Maybe he’s given up? But deep down you know that isn’t the case. You humiliated him when you ran, left in the middle of the night without a word to anyone. There would be questions from the neighbours, friends and family. He would never let a slight like that go, and you know it.  

The bell dings above the door in the diner you’ve been working at since you arrived in New York. It brings you out of your head and into the present, to see Bucky walk through the door. You hadn’t realised that it was that time in your shift, looking over to the clock to confirm that it was in fact nine at night.  

You give him a smile. A small one, but the most genuine you’ve been able to manage since running from your ex almost a year ago now. He returns a full watt smile of his own. A smile you never see him give to anyone else, but you don’t look too deeply into that considering you’ve never seen him outside of this diner.  

He sits at the bar upfront to the counter where you already have his black coffee waiting, “you fancy any food? Kitchen is closing soon”, you ask.  

“I’ll take a plate of fries if there’s any going?”, his voice sending a tiny shiver down your spine that makes your toes curl ever so slightly. You are aware of this growing attraction you have to him since he started to come in here regularly a week after you started. And you hadn’t thought about anyone like that since...well since you started your relationship with Andrew around seven years ago.  

Bucky never said much the first few times he came in. He would just nurse a few cups of coffee at night and then leave but after two weeks like that he caught you on a particularly rough day. You were in the middle of a panic attack when he jumped into action and calmed you down and stared anyone down who might have looked or said anything.  

Since then, the damn broke and while you may have not told him about your ex, you both shared some personal titbits that would probably qualify you as friends rather than acquaintances. And ever since that time you told him you hadn’t had time for a break or a bite to eat, he orders fries and makes you share with him. He feigns that the portions are too big, and he needs your help to finish them off, but you know better. You don’t say otherwise, you’re grateful either way.  

When you place the fries in front of him, he asks, “busy tonight?”  

You shake your head as you pop a fry into your mouth, “not really. It’s always quiet on a Tuesday. How was your day? Save anyone today?”  

Bucky rolls his eyes at you. You had no idea who he was when he first came in. And Bucky still had to spell out who he was and why people stared at him in the diner. You were vaguely aware of superheroes, but Andrew kept you rather sheltered so you never knew who they were or the politics of them all.  

Bucky grabs the ketchup and squirts some on your side of the plate and some on his, “no missions today. You know I’m gone for a while when I am.”  

You sigh, because yes you do know he’s gone for a while when he has missions and its usually the longest days or sometimes weeks without him coming in every day.  

You shrug, “I don’t know, there was that time you saved someone from a car explosion on your way here.”  

You smirk as he groans at the mention of his heroics, “that was one time! I can’t believe that even showed on the news.”  

You throw a fry at his face, “I can’t believe I had to find out from the news! You didn’t say a word the entire time you sat here.”  

You laugh as you see a familiar blush creep up from his neck and blooms on his sharp cheeks, “I didn’t think it was a big deal”, he mumbles out.  

Someone walks in through the door, the familiar bell ringing. You walk from behind the counter as they take a seat at a booth. You squeeze Bucky’s shoulder as you pass by and murmur, “everything you do is a big deal to me.”  

You don’t wait for his reply or even a reaction as you head over to the couple talking quietly. You take their order and head over to the back and shout through to Kevin, “hey Kev, you got time for one more food order?”  

He pokes his head from the back, “sure thing”  

You pass him the slip and turn back to Bucky about to say something when a smash comes from the kitchen. You duck. No time to think, your body reacts on instinct, preparing for the worst while try to dodge the inevitable violence that is always directed at you.  

You stay crouched on the floor frozen in place, trapped in your mind at a time when you burned dinner for Andrew, and he threw places and cups all around the kitchen. Curled up on the floor, arms over your head trying to stop any shards from catching your face. You had to pick a few from your arms when he finally calmed down and left to go to the bar.  

Warm hands reach out to hold your face steady. You didn’t know your body was shaking until those hands held your face. So gentle in their touch you know they can’t be Andrew’s. You peek your eyes open and see beautiful, plump lips moving, forming shapes that should come out as words, but you don’t hear anything. Just rushing in your ears.  

It isn’t until your eyes glide up to the steel blue of Bucky’s that you let the air back into your lungs, the roaring subsiding until you hear his quiet murmurs, “you’re here, you’re safe with me. Come back to me.”  

Bucky feels you return to yourself more as your eyes dart around and your hands come to grip his tightly which are still holding your face. You manage a strangled, “I’m sorry” before your throat closes again.  

Bucky shakes his head, “nothing to apologise for.” 

When your whole body stops shaking, Bucky guides you back to a standing position. You glance over the counter, and no one is looking. They had no idea that your whole world suddenly came to a stop. No idea that you practically broke down over a broken plate in the kitchen.  

Bucky pulls your gaze back to his, “you with me?”  

You nod slowly, still not trusting your voice.  

Kevin puts the plates of food down on in the window without even looking before heading back to the kitchen. You reach out, your hands still shaking to take the plates but Bucky captures your hands with his. He links them for a few moments before placing them back at your sides. He takes the plates and heads over to the table you took the order from and delivers them with the fakest smile you’ve ever seen on his face.  

His false cheeriness is what starts to bring you back to yourself as you raise your eyebrows at his return, “why don’t you ever greet me like that?”  

He laughs, his head tipping back as he takes his seat again, “because you’re special.”  

“That’s what you say to all the girls”, you reply.  

And just like that the incident is gone. Not forgotten though, you don’t miss the way Bucky watches you more closely, the corners of his mouth set slightly lower now that he’s reminded of how broken you really are. He doesn’t ask, and you’re grateful for that. You’re not ready to talk about the monster that you try pretending doesn’t exist. But you never forget either.  

Bucky stays with you for the rest of your shift. He stands behind you like a bodyguard as you lock up the diner at one in the morning, just when the clubs really start getting busy. He makes a point to walk you all the way back to your apartment building and you don’t miss the frown he always gives it.  

You bump his arm with your shoulder, “it's not as bad as it looks, you know.” 

His face scrunches up, “if you say so. Still don’t like the thought of leaving you here though.”  

You bump into him again with a small smile, “careful Buck, some people might think you’ve gone soft.” 

You see his mouth twitch upwards as he replies, “only for some people.” 

You stare into the eyes that are staring back at you. You can feel them trying to tell you something, but you can’t quite understand. Or maybe you don’t want to because it doesn’t make sense. Someone like you doesn’t get to be happy, someone like you doesn’t get someone like him. You’ve never been that lucky.  

A horn blare down the street, as people whoop from the windows. It breaks the spell as you both turn to look with a small chuckle.  

“I better get inside, I’m beat.” You tell him as you point to your building.  

Bucky clears his throat, “Uh, yeah, definitely. I might be gone for a couple of days. A few things I need to take care of but I’m back on your day off...fancy hanging out?” 

The question almost trails off, but his stare remains intense. It dries up your throat as you open it and close it like a fish for a few moments.  

“It’s okay if you had plans, I just thought it might be nice to do something outside the diner and-”  

“I’d love to.”  

“And I was thinking we could- wait, really?” He looks to you as if he’s waiting for the punchline and it makes your heart ache.  

You give him a warm smile, “I’d love to do something. Despite being here for a few months, I haven’t seen much of New York so will be nice to get out with someone that knows it well.”  

His face splits in two to let out a huge smile, “Okay...okay, I’ll text you when I’m back?” 

You give him a nod and a shy smile, “yeah, sounds good. Goodnight Bucky.”  

His smile is so wide you don’t think he’ll be able to get any words out, so you turn and walk into your building, only glancing back once the elevator doors open to see him still stood there, smiling.  

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[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Happy Ending Massage

You were standing in the bathroom of your workplace, staring into the mirror, fighting back tears. You just needed a break from it all.

You were overworked and exhausted; when these two things combined, they created a dangerous concoction. One little inconvenience daring you to explode.

You had a crucial deadline coming up, and you were stuck, unsure of how you were going to complete it all in time, only relying on coffee to keep you alive at this point.

You approach the nearest wall, sliding down, curling your knees to your chest, and burying your face in the palms of your hands in an effort to calm yourself.

A buzz from your back pocket takes you out of your reverie and back into the real world.

“fuck.” You huff, dreading the identity of the text's sender, you then relax as you see the notification on your lock screen.

My Love

-You should come over when you're done with work

You unlock your phone smiling sheepishly. You didn't want to involve your boyfriend in this mess, you never did. when you started feeling stressed, you started to avoid him. When this first started to occur he had thought he had done something wrong, but when broke down in his presence, telling him all that was going on, he realized what you had been doing, and every time without fail when you hadn't come over to the dorm for a little while he had known there was something wrong and would start sending encouraging messages. He had sent one every morning for when you woke up and every night for when you went to sleep, trying to relieve some of your stress.

-I wish I could, but I'm just too busy.

-I know, that's why I’m telling you to come over. I can help you relax!

Your stomach started to flutter, and your heart grew heated.

-Okay, but if it's alright with you, I might arrive there a little late.

-what time?

-around 11 or so.

-awww baby, that's so late. Have you been doing this every night?

-no I generally don't take breaks, but tonight I am!

-Y/N! Why?

-I really need to get this done and this is the only way I can do it.

-Since you aren't taking care of yourself, I'm forced to do it for you!

-Felix I'm fine, please.

-no, I don't want to hear it.

-fine :( I should probably return to work before my coworkers become concerned and come looking for me. I'll see you later love.

-Yeah, I love you bunches sweet girl. Please stay hydrated and eat something tonight.

-kk, love you too.

You sigh as you stand up, dusting yourself off, and moving the hairs that delicately frame your face behind your ears; preparing yourself to return to work.

—

10:17 pm

If you wanted to arrive at Felix's dorm by the time specified in your text, you would have to leave now. In reality, you didn't want to go. You had often considered texting Felix to let him know you had to cancel. But you could never do that to him, he had wanted to spend some much needed time with you.Saying no to him was like refusing food to a puppy, it was cruel and you couldn’t/wouldn’t do it.

On the drive there, your mind was occupied by the thought of work, your eyes were heavy, making it dangerous to drive. You were close to the dorm, so you continued on, and before you knew it, you were approaching Felix's door.

Before you could even raise your hand to knock, the door flew open, revealing your boyfriend standing in the yellow glow of the artificial light. His blonde hair damp, your favorite pair of his gray sweatpants sitting low on his waist, and his white shirt sticking snugly to his body displaying his toned abdomen.

You jumped into his arms, signing into his embrace, he smelt of clean detergent and his cedary body wash

“I missed you too,” he chuckles. “I made you something.”

“you didn't have to baby” you mumble into his chest.

“but I wanted to.” He lifts your head off his chest by your chin, his eyes staring back into yours softly, his smile calming, the sight makes you tingle. He tilts your chin up a little more to place a small peck on your lips.

He pulls back, his hand on your cheek, his thumb swiping back and forth on your warm skin; His eyes now staring more intensely in yours, burning holes in them. “What's going on in that pretty head of yours, huh?” He gives you a kiss on the temple and trails his hand from your cheek to your shoulder down your arm, weaving his fingers in with yours and giving you a reassuring squeeze.

"you." You muster up.

"Good, now let's go to the kitchen, I made you brownies!" you hum contentedly. While eating, Felix tries his best to divert your attention from work by catching you up on all the stupid things the boys have done.

He then interrupts himself mid-sentence and starts a new one, saying, "I just remembered something."

"Hmm," you reply.

"I forgot I had bought some new oil."

"What kind?"

“It's a new massage oil, I was hoping I could try it out on you, if that's okay?”

“Mmm, I don’t know what's in it for me?” You tease.

"my hands all over you," he winks.

"ahhhhh don't say things like that." you say, hiding your hot face in your palms.

"Well, what did you expect me to say?"

“I don’t know, something normal?”

"That was normal."

“ugh. you're insufferable.”

"But you love me that way."

"That isn't the point!"

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT!?”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!”

“YOU STARTED IT!”

You two were now in a heap on the floor; how you got there is a mystery, but what mattered was that you were laughing so hard you were crying and gasping for air, the thought of work completely slipping your mind. You felt light and energized for the first time in weeks.

After some time, you eventually catch your breath. Felix gets up beside you and extends a hand; you take it, and he assists you up while you say, “so how about that massage?”

“yeah? does it sound good?”

“mhm”

"Okay, I'll tell you what, go have a shower, and I'll set everything up."

"okay" a smile framed on your face.

He sent you off with a playful smack on the ass.

"Felix I swear you're lucky I love you!"

"you know you like it, don't deny it"

"surrreee Felix."

You gently giggled all the way to the bathroom, once inside, you couldn't help but feel giddy. Felix always made you feel like. The time had flown by so quickly that it had seemed like just as quickly as you were getting in the shower, you were getting out.

When you step out of the shower, you drape a soft gray towel around your damp body, letting the fabric brush against your now-hard nipples. The towel barely covering the bottom of your butt.

You amble into lix’s candle-lit room, he was seated on his bed while waiting for you to finish your shower. The light of the candles hitting him at just the right angle making him look ethereal

"Oh my goodness, this is wonderful love"

"Do you like it?”

"Of course I do." You respond, half-suppressing a laugh.

Felix had gotten lost staring at your body, the way the water dropped from your hair and over your glowing skin, and the way that the towel scarcely covered anything at all, exposing your cleavage, made him hard.

“ummm, should we get started?”

“mhm”

“Ok, you can leave the towel on if you want, but it will be easier to just go ahead and take it off.” with that you unravel the towel from around you allowing it to fall to the ground, presenting your body to Felix.

"How do you want me?" you say in a sultry voice. Felix's face began to flush.

"Umm... on your stomach please."

When you lay down , Felix grabs the towel, folds it up, and puts it across your ass. He then moves over to the end table and gets the new massage oil he's been dying to try on you.

Felix loved giving massages, it made him happy to be able to reduce your stress while also doing something he utterly loved. Touching you.

Felix puts a few drops of the aromatic oil on his hands and rubs it around, warming it up before straddling your back, utilizing your butt as his own personal seat.

"You ready love?" he asks.

"Mhm"

"M'kay," with your consent, he starts working his delicate hands into your shoulders and down your back.

"Damn pretty girl, why didn't you tell me you were this stressed out?"

"sorry." you whisper.

"It's alright love, all that matters now is that you're here. I'll take care of you, by the time I'm done with you, you’ll be entirely stress-free, I promise" he leans down and kisses the back of your head, it was a bold claim, but not an impossible one. He continues to knead in one spot until all the knots are gone then moving on to another spot doing the same thing. The pressure causes you to moan out.

"I know baby it's going to hurt a little, I'm sorry, but you're going to feel so much better" The oil seals your pores and insulates your body, making you feel hot to the touch.

Felix moves down to the bottom of your legs working his way up to your inner thigh.

"You know there's another way that I can help you relieve all that built up stress." His voice dropping an octave lower and his pointer finger dragging across your throbbing slit making you sigh out.

"Sounds nice."

Felix stands up and approaches the end table once again, this time grabbing lube and your vibrator then walking back over to you, "Can you turn around love?"

Once laying on your back, Felix places one arm on either side of your face, towering over you. He leans down to give you open-mouth kisses along your jaw, down your neck, across your chest and to your navel. He then sits back up and takes the lube, pours it over your clit, and runs his fingers through your folds moving the lube into your crevices. You yelp at the coldness of it.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, then slips your vibrator in you and turns it on.

"Oh lix."

"you're such a good girl, just focus on feeling good. I'll take care of you." His fingers are now rubbing soft circles on your swollen clit, causing you to arch your back into him. "so fucking pretty," he coos. He then laces his mouth to your clit, sucking hard while turning up the vibrator and moving it in and out of you.

He pulls back to admire you, your head thrown back, fingers gripping the sheet below you, and breath heavy, small whines coming from your mouth.

Felix's chin was sparkling with the mixture of your juices and the lube he had applied to your pussy, but he didn’t mind not one bit. He went back for more, sucking harder than before and turning the vibrator to its highest setting, pounding it in and out of you, you cry out squirting all over his face without warning.

It takes you a moment to calm down from your high and realize what had just happened, you quickly cover your face with a pillow to hide your embarrassment.

Felix then turns off the vibrator and pulls it out, “aww baby no don't be embarrassed, that was amazing. You did so good for me.” he comes up pulling the pillow off of your face and places a kiss on your lips.

He giggles and lays down next to you, moving you onto his side so you can rest your head on his chest. He murmurs into your ear, "you were perfect, you released all of your pent up stress!"

"don't you want me to take care of you, your hard baby?"

“Oh well, it will go away. Like I told you, I was gonna take care of you, that's all I wanted today.” He gives you a kiss on the top of your head.

It goes quiet again before Felix speaks up again, "You should stay the night."

"I can't, I have to work in the morning, " You yawn.

"Hmm ok."

Felix knew that if he had caressed your hair long enough, you would go right to sleep.

"Thank you so much, love. You always know just what I need." you say, speech now slurred.

“No problem, beautiful,” his breath steady, one of his hands petting your head the other drawing small shapes on your forearm. All according to his plan you doze off to sleep. "I love you sunshine, sleep well," he whispers off into the darkness of the room, falling asleep not long after.

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[lace-coffin]

Hello! 👋 I have a really weird kinda specific request for Asa. Could you pretty please write headcanons of Asa with a picky eater s/o? But like an emotional picky eater, idk if that makes sense. Personally I have a rlly hard time with motivation to eat, I'm also a picky eater so when someone else eats my food and I run out of my favorites I get really frustrated and emotional because it's hard for me to eat already and eating foods I don't like just make it 10x harder. Idk I'm a crybaby and cry over food lol. Sorry if this is weird or too specific 😅. Anyways I love your writing keep up the good work and have a fantastic day/night!

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! No need to apologise! I love specific requests! I’m also a pretty picky eater due to my autism so ur not alone! I’m so happy u like my writing ah T T have a fantastic night urself!!

Asa Emory x picky eater!Reader

Requests are open!

The restaurant was supposed to be a reward for your good behaviour lately, unfortunately it turned into a nightmare only moments after being seated. Flicking through the menu your heart rate starts to spike, making you feel a little sweaty and out of it. The restaurant is beautiful and lavish but unfortunately that means the menu is more ‘out there’ and doesn’t have any of your safe foods on it…

You don’t want to ruin the reward, it’s a nice restaurant and you’re here to enjoy it with your master. attempting to shovel the anxiety down you order something that you think could be edible to you. Your nervous energy dies down a little as convocation flows between the two of you, laughing along easily and lost in it you almost forget the problem at hand. Until it arrives.

Five minuets pass and you haven’t eaten more than one bite after pushing the meal around your plate with the fork, trying to stall. You try will yourself to take another bite but you can’t do it, your eyes are starting to water and you don’t know what to do, if only you could just buckle down and eat it. Unfortunately that’s not an option, your stomach starting to turn and your breath catching at the idea.

Asa notices you haven’t spoken in a while, he figured you’d just been enjoying the meal until he’d looked up, your face contorted in worry and tears threatening to fall.

“-re you ok? Pet?”

Blinking away your tears you pull yourself back into the moment, only catching the latter half of what your partner said but getting the gist. No use in hiding it now, there’s no way you’re going to finish this meal without crying, and you sure as fuck don’t want to be crying in the middle of the restaurant. You can’t think of anything more mortifying.

Eyes falling away from Asa and back to the plate you take a breath and begin to explain, voice small and apologetic.

“They didn’t have any foods I know I like so uh I ordered something new! I didn’t like it though..” you say, wincing a little.

“I’ve tried my best to eat it but I just..can’t. I promise I’ve tried my hardest and I really want this reward to be good and I love being here with you but it’s stressing me out so bad!” You sniffle again at the end, explaining the issue always makes you emotional again.

“Oh pet” Asa sighs with a fond expression.

“You should’ve said something, it’s really no worry at all, we could’ve gone somewhere else, I won’t take offence.”

You let out an exhale of relief, realistically you knew he wouldn’t be angry with you considering he already knew about your eating difficulties but it still didn’t stop you from panicking.

“Cricket” your owner addresses you again, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

“Would you like to leave and get some takeout? We can go to your favourite, it’s your reward after all.” He smiles softly at you.

Squeezing his hand affectionately you can’t help but grin back.

“I would love that, sir.”

I rlly wanted to do the rest of ur request too so have some extra headcanons on the house lmao

“Come on pet, just one more bite and I promise no more.” Asa coos as he scoops the spoon full of food, bringing it to your lips. The gesture is very sweet but unfortunately you want absolutely nothing less than to have the next bite, the idea nauseating.

-After finding out about the difficulties you have surrounding food he likely keeps multiple packages of your safe food stocked in the house

-always has a food you know you like in the freezer or fridge on standby when trying new foods incase it doesn’t go well

-he’ll never get angry at you if you suddenly go off your food, he’ll either offer to get you something else or make you pinky promise to eat later when you feel better

-has absolutely let you cry it out more than once at the drive through when you find out the thing you’ve been thinking about all day is out of stock

-if you’re finding it hard to eat and he absolutely can’t get you out of bed/move you to eat then he’ll bring the food too you, will happily feed you if you ask or look like you need it, he loves to feed dominant and needed

#slashers #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #writing #asa emory #asa emory x reader #my writing #the collection #slasher fucker #slasher fandom #slasher #slasher horror #slashers x reader

[steddieas-shegoes]

Nother idea: CHRONIC PAIN STEVE?????? CHRONIC PAIN EDDIE????? MAYBE????? CHRONIC PAIN STEDDIE LEARNING HOW TO LIVE WITH THEIR SCARS AND PAIN???? THE PARTY HELPING BUT NOT BEING OVERBEARING OR BABYING THEM????

MY LOVE MY LOVE!!! I could write endlessly about chronic pain Steve and Eddie, but I cut myself off here before I got TOO far. I didn't include the whole party, but of course, their favorite child had to be involved. Without getting super carried away, I think Dustin ends up telling everyone about both of them suffering in silence and everyone starts doing small things to help. I was using this as a warm up before working on Chapter 9 of call me sunshine. Hope this works for you! - Mickala ❤️

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Staying with Steve while he had a migraine wasn’t new to him, though he’d always had Robin as backup.

But she was stuck on a family trip for two weeks and Steve didn’t like the kids seeing him like this, so he was alone.

And it wasn’t that bad. Most of the time Steve slept or just stayed in his quiet, dark bedroom.

He was only there to make sure he got water and meds regularly, food when he could sit up long enough to eat, and ensure he didn’t try to do too much.

He normally sat on the couch when he wasn’t busy playing nurse, but Steve had insisted he sit in bed with him.

He was missing Robin. That’s all.

It didn’t mean anything else.

Steve would let out little groans of pain in his sleep that had Eddie’s hands uselessly hovering over his body, trying to figure out what the hell could possibly help him.

Nothing really could, but he wanted to try anyway.

But as the hours wore on, Eddie’s back and sides started aching from the position he was sitting in. His legs were next, he knew, but he was afraid to move too much and wake Steve up.

His whole body hurt in ways he never imagined after the bats, ways the doctors couldn’t really help with.

The scars were itchy for months, but he would take that over the way they would just ache now.

Steve never complained about his, but Eddie knew he felt it too.

Owens said it was probably something to do with the venom, that they couldn’t ever get rid of all of it and it wouldn’t cause long term harm except for the pain.

But the pain was enough.

Dustin had noticed how he would sometimes have to walk around during campaigns now instead of sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He asked him after a session if he was okay, and Eddie broke down. He told him everything.

So Dustin bought him a new seat cushion to help support his back with his allowance. He always kept a Tylenol in his pocket in case Eddie didn’t have any. He would watch for any signs that Eddie needed to be in bed instead of upright and come up with a reason for everyone to leave.

He’d even call Wayne at work before he left Eddie’s side to let him know it was a bad day.

But somehow no one seemed to notice Steve was in the same boat except for him.

Sure, Robin knew about the migraines. She was there for some of the reasons he has them.

But she probably assumed everything else was fine.

That’s what Steve wanted people to think. That’s what Eddie wanted people to think, too.

Steve let out a long groan and started shifting a bit in the bed.

Eddie took this opportunity to adjust himself a bit, but he froze when Steve stopped moving and let out a sigh.

His face looked relaxed for the first time since Eddie got here.

Not great considering Eddie was halfway laying down, leaning on his elbow on the side with the worst of his scars.

Fuck.

He bit his lip and thought about it for a moment. He could move little by little and probably not disrupt Steve at all, his bed was big and they had enough space between them that small movements probably could be hidden.

So he let out a breath and scooted his body down slowly.

He watched Steve’s face the entire time.

But right when he was almost completely horizontal, and he felt a tiny amount of relief, Steve’s eyes blinked open.

He let out a pained whimper.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Go back to sleep.”

“Hurts.”

“I know. Just close your eyes. Need anything?”

Eddie used this opportunity to lay down, scooting closer to Steve.

He reached his hand out to move the hair off his face, eyebrows furrowing when he realized how sweaty Steve was.

“Are you hot?”

“No, just hurt.”

“I know, sweetheart. Does this help?” Eddie asked as he ran his hand through Steve’s hair.

“Mhm.”

So Eddie used his temporary relief from his own pain to help Steve find a little relief for his own.

But after a few minutes, Steve’s face pinched, and a loud whine left his mouth.

“Is it just your head?”

Steve shook his head once.

So Eddie was right, he felt the same pains all over his body, and it probably felt worse because of his migraine.

“The bites?”

“Mhm.”

“They hurt a lot?”

“Mhm.”

“Mine too, sweetheart.”

Eddie moved his hand down to Steve’s side, right over the bite that probably would have killed him if they’d been even 30 seconds later through the gate.

He knew hard pressure was too much, but sometimes a light pressure made the pain pause.

He pressed his whole hand against the spot he knew was covered in angry lines and redness, physical proof of their experience that would never go away.

Steve let out a moan, his head sinking further into the pillow and his face relaxing.

“There ya go. Take a few deep breaths.”

Steve did as he said, his whole body relaxed by the third inhale.

“Helps.”

“Mhm. I’ve had plenty of experience trying to find what works.”

“Yours hurts now?”

“A little. I’m okay.”

Steve slowly reached a hand out, blindly searching for an area of Eddie’s body that was covered in scars. It wasn’t hard; Most of Eddie’s body was covered in scars.

He found a particularly bad one on his stomach, near the worst one on his side, and pressed just firm enough to bring some relief.

Eddie couldn’t hold back the moan he let out.

“What a pair we make,” Eddie said softly.

“Mhm. Help each other.”

“Yeah, baby. We can help each other.”

“Baby?”

“Sorry. Steve.”

Steve’s hand lightly smacked him away from the scar.

“Baby. Sweetheart.”

“Oh. Okay.” Eddie moved his hand up and down Steve’s side gently, barely applying any pressure. “Need more meds?”

“Please.”

Eddie got up and grabbed the pain meds from the table, took two from the bottle, and helped Steve lean up enough to swallow them and a few sips of water.

Eddie couldn’t resist the kiss he placed on Steve’s head before he laid him back down in the bed.

“Gonna have Dustin bring us my cream that helps. That okay?”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, he watches out for me a lot.”

“Good kid.”

“Yeah, you raised him right.”

Steve smacked his arm lightly, but a small smile was now on his face, like he knew Eddie was joking but was proud of himself for the work he put in anyway.

Eddie slowly made his way to the kitchen to call Dustin, wincing anytime he took a step too fast. The scars on his legs were yelling at him to stay still, but he had to do this for Steve.

“Dusty. I’m at Steve’s. Can you bring the lotion stuff that’s in my room? Green bottle, has some ridiculous medical name on it.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, dude. It’s for Steve.”

“But Steve has a migraine? This is for muscle pain.”

Eddie sighed.

“Steve’s got the same problem I do, man. Maybe not quite as bad, but it’s worse when he has a migraine already. He’s in bad shape.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. I’ll give you $5 for the arcade if you can bring it now.”

“Be there in 30 minutes. Keep the $5.”

Dustin hung up the phone and Eddie jumped when he heard shuffling behind him.

Steve was feeling along the wall, eyes almost entirely closed, letting out small huffs of breath as he tried to find Eddie.

“Stevie, what are you doing? You shouldn’t push yourself when you’re hurting like this.”

Steve curled against his chest, letting out a sigh when Eddie’s hands found his sides.

“Wanted you.”

“I was coming right back, goofball.”

“Wanted you now.”

Eddie let out a small laugh. Steve was always a little clingy when he had a migraine, so he never really took it as anything but him just wanting to be close to someone.

“Dustin’s gonna be here soon, okay?”

“He knows?”

“He does now. You’re not gonna keep making yourself suffer alone. Trust me, he won’t let you.”

“Yeah. Stubborn.”

“I know you are.”

Steve shook his head. “Dustin.”

“Gee, I wonder where he gets it from.”

“Not his mom.”

“Didn’t say you were. C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back in bed.”

It took a lot of breaks and deep breaths, but they made it back upstairs and Eddie got Steve settled into the comfiest possible position in bed.

“You be good, I’m gonna wait for Dustin downstairs.”

“Be good.”

Eddie smirked. “Know you can, Stevie.”

Eddie kissed his forehead before slowly making his way back downstairs and cursing rich people for having two floors in their homes.

Dustin arrived within minutes. He knew better than to ask to stay, already seeing the pained look on Eddie’s face and knowing Steve’s was probably worse.

“Call me if you need anything else.”

“Thanks, Dusty. I’ll call.”

Luckily, he didn’t have to, though.

He put some of the lotion on his side and thighs, then made his way upstairs to apply it to Steve’s side and stomach.

Steve barely woke up as he did it, just mumbled a small thanks before he drifted off again.

Eddie fell asleep next to him, hand over Steve’s worst scar. Not to hide it, never to hide it, only to protect him.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #dustin henderson #so much hurt comfort in this bad boy #chronic pain eddie munson #chronic pain steve harrington #migraine steve again i know okay #requests

[taey0ngsvape]

all the scars, they’re leaving

“you’ll be dancing once again, and the pain will end”

pairing: renjun x gn!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, comfort

word count: 1.1k

contains: so much fluff, reader can drive, mentions of food (ice cream

summary: renjun just wants to make you smile

a/n: this was requested and i tried to make it as soft as possible. loosely inspired by chiquitita by abba, it’s just such a fun song

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By the time Renjun gets home from practice for the day, you’ve already changed into pajamas. To be fair, it was nearly 10 o’clock (which was considered early for Renjun these days) and you had already been tired all day. You hadn’t even bothered to cook anything for dinner and opted for leftovers instead. Renjun had texted earlier about eating at rehearsal so once you knew he’d eaten you discarded any plans of cooking something for him and got changed.

At first, you wanted to go straight to bed, but you wanted to wait for Renjun to get home. He’d been so busy recently that any time where you both were at the apartment at the same time was precious and you didn’t want to waste a second of it.

So you grab a fluffy blanket and curl up on the couch to wait, putting on one of your favorite comfort movies. Taking the time to just relax was already helping, the one thing that could make you feel even better though, would be if your boyfriend was with you.

Lucky for you, just as you begin to really miss him and feel your mood dipping, you hear the front door unlock and open. A smile creeps onto your face and you sit up on the couch, stretching a bit before going to the door to greet Renjun.

He breaks into a grin when he sees you, slipping off his shoes before closing the door and opening his arms so you can hug him. As soon as he has you in his embrace, you let out a content sigh. His chest is warm and his t-shirt is soft against your cheek as you rest against him. 

“Hi Love,” he says, rubbing slow circles on your back and he lets you hug him for as long as you need, holding you to his chest the whole time.

“How was practice?” you ask, finally pulling away.

“It was good, we’re actually ahead in terms of learning the choreo. We were all so in tune with each other today.”

You smile, you know the hardest part of learning new choreography is synchronization so you’re glad they managed it so easily today. 

“How was your day?” Renjun asks and you see the way his smile falters as you shrug your shoulders. “Did something happen?” he asks.

“No, it just… wasn’t the best, I guess.” You try your best to sound nonchalant about it, you don’t want to concern him, especially not after he had such a great day. “But it’s okay. It’s over and now you’re here,” you say, your smile returning. 

“You know what could make it even better?” Renjun asks, eyes sparkling.

“What?”

His smile widens. “Ice cream.”

You can’t help but mirror his smile. “As good as that sounds, I don’t think we have any in the freezer.”

Renjun just shrugs. “Field trip?”

You laugh a little. On one hand, you’re already wearing pajamas, but on the other, you really do want ice cream and you and Renjun haven’t gone anywhere together in a while. He’s always either busy, or it’s a busy time of day. You can’t even go grocery shopping with him out of caution. But late at night everywhere is less busy and you’re much less likely to be approached by anyone. It’s on these nights when sometimes you feel almost normal with him. It’s a feeling you treasure.

“Let me put on some sweatpants,” you say and Renjun’s grin widens.

“You can borrow one of my hoodies if you want,” he offers and even though it’s warm enough to go without, you slip one on anyway. You love wearing his clothes so you’d never turn down the opportunity.

Once you’ve gathered your things, you grab your car keys and Renjun’s hand before exiting the apartment. He intertwines his fingers with yours, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand. It’s comforting, like a gentle reminder that he’s here and he just wants to make you feel better.

You lead him to your car, illuminated by the streetlight outside your apartment. You let Renjun pick the music as you start the car. He settles on a chill driving playlist and you head to the nearest grocery store, less than 5 minutes from your place.

You park near the front and Renjun takes your hand again as you walk up to the store. There are other cars in the lot though, so he squeezes your hand three times before letting go. You’re used to moments like this and even though it’s upsetting, you understand why he has to do it.

Inside, you forgo a cart and Renjun just grabs a basket from the stack. You know your way around this grocery store by now so you head for the frozen section. Already debating what kind of ice cream you want to get. 

When you reach the row of freezers, Renjun leads the way, scanning the shelves of ice cream when he hears you gasp.

“Oh my god they’re playing Shakira,” you say, a wide grin spreading across your face. Sure enough, “Whenever Wherever” by Shakira is playing over the grocery store speakers. Renjun laughs a little at your sudden excitement and his smile only grows as you begin to sing along softly moving to the melody of the song. 

He sets the basket down and extends his hand to you. His hand feels warm in your own and your smile widens as he dances with you. You can’t help but laugh when the chorus begins and he twirls you around. 

You feel a little silly dancing in the aisle of a grocery store, but it’s nothing compared to the love you have for Renjun. So you ignore the slight embarrassment when someone walks past the aisle and turns the other away and just focus on your boyfriend and the fondness his eyes hold when he looks at you. There’s so much joy in such a simple moment and as he twirls you again, you let any lingering stress wash away because even though you know your life isn’t perfect, it’s not all smooth sailing, you can still find happiness in moments like these, and that’s enough.

nct dream masterlist

#nct fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream imagines #nct dream scenarios #nct imagines #renjun fluff #renjun imagines #clare’s fics🌸

[maislovebot]

Top 10 bsd characters oral scenarios: Doppo Kunikida

Hello! I’m so sorry I didn’t post it when I said I would but my parents surprised me with a trip to Yellowstone and I didn’t have service! I’m back now tho and I’m ready to roll with some porn<3

Contains: afab reader, no pronouns used, reader teased Kuni, dom-ish Kunikida, fluff and smut, Kuni has a huge lingerie kink, praise (giving and receiving), aftercare + cuddling

Read it on ao3 if you’re interested:)

“Doppo” you whined, stretching out the end of his name.

“Yes?”

“Why don’t we go on a date or something?”

Kunikida has been focusing on work far too much lately. Ever since the Guild got destroyed, he’s been so focused on keeping everything in order, he’s been forgetting about you! You just couldn’t allow that, and you were determined to get him to just forget about work for a few hours, and focus on you. Or better yet, focus on himself, because he’s clearly been neglecting himself.

“Maybe once everything has passed, but you know that I have to keep working.”

“But you’re off the clock! You’re just working for the sake of working at this point.”

Kunikida sighed, “I would hardly call it that.”

You frowned. Were you really just distracting him from his work? Maybe working is what’s best for him right now.

“Alright, fine. Let me know when you’re done with your work so we can do something.” You were trying your hardest to keep your annoyance out of your tone, but you just couldn’t help it. He just wouldn’t leave his work alone! Even if at this point you assumed it’s what he wanted, it sure felt like torture for you.

Kunikida, being the man he is, noticed your tone of voice and turned to you.

“Alright, fine. Let’s plan for a date tomorrow. Right after I get off of work, we can go somewhere.”

“Yes! Where do you wanna go?”

“Wherever you want.”

You sighed. “Well that doesn’t help! This dates for you, after all.” Kunikida’s face became a slight shade of pink at your confession. “Alright. How about somewhere like a park? We could just go there for a little. I think going outside would do me some good right now.” Kunikida was trying to stay calm, but he was clearly very, very ready for this date with the way his foot tapped against the floor lightly.

“The park sounds nice! I can bring us something to eat, too.”

Kunikida gave a surprisingly warm smile and replied, “that sounds nice.”

Today is the day! You thought. It was now two hours from when Kunikida would leave work, so you decided to start getting the food ready. All kinds of things were packed, but it was all stuff you made yourself. You knew Kunikida would feel more appreciated if you made the food yourself.

You hummed in the kitchen faintly, clearly very excited for what was to come.

It was now half an hour before you left, luckily, you were already dressed under your apron. You untied your apron from behind your back, and hung it up where you typically do. You went into your bedroom to grab your wallet before leaving when you noticed a special something on your nightstand.

‘ ah, I forgot about that. ’ What lay before you was new lingerie you bought because you saw it at the mall recently and you couldn’t bring yourself to go without it, it was just so fitting of you. It fit your body perfectly, brought undeniable confidence and you just knew how much Kunikida was gonna love it.

‘ It wouldn’t hurt to wear it.. what’s the worst that could happen? ’ You thought to yourself. Quickly undressing, you replaced your underwear with the lingerie and got dressed again. ‘ I hope he notices it at some point. ’ Considering how long you two had gone without getting it on, you were desperate for some action.

Luckily, you still left a little early, despite putting on some pretty lingerie and needing to get dressed all over again. Considering who you were going out with, it was probably a good idea to be early instead of on time.

You arrived, and you were met with an exceptionally early Kunikida. “Damn, I was hoping I’d get here before you!” You playfully pushed his shoulder with your pointer finger to tease him.

“You probably would have if I didn’t have extra time at work today.”

“How was work, by the way?”

Kunikida sighed and closed his eyes tight and rubbed his temples after sitting down on the bench next to him.

“Dazai was teasing me the entire time. He somehow knew I was planning something after work and wouldn’t leave me alone about it trying to guess what it was.”

You laughed and responded, “well, did he figure it out?”

“Yes. Then he went on and on about how he’s surprised I was able to meet someone who actually fit my ‘standards’”

“That’s funny though!”

Kunikida looked at you doubtfully as you sat down. “Not when you have to deal with it every day of the week.”

“I guess it could get a little annoying.”

There was a part of you that wanted to tell Kunikida what you were wearing underneath your clothes, but there was another part of you that wanted to wait till you got home so you wouldn’t have to deal with a scolding from Kunikida for trying to have sex with him in public, so you decided to keep it a secret for the entirety of the date, no matter how disappointing it was.

You looked around for a minute, looking at the trees surrounding you two, and the well maintained grass that was just below your feet, the warm sun hitting your skin.

“Well.. how did I meet your many, many requirements?”

“You don’t.”

The typical person would probably be offended by this response, but you knew Kunikida too well. He was blunt, and sometimes it came across as rude. But you knew better than that, this is just how he is, but you love him for it.

“Oh. Well then, why’d you pick me?”

“I fell for you too hard to let you go,” Kunikida replied, not realizing how lovestruck his confession sounded till a couple of seconds after it left his mouth. “..or something like that.” Kunikida finished his reply with his cheeks turning pink again, this time more vibrantly.

“How cute! I love you so much, Doppo.” You said as you gently wrapped your arms around him, in order to reach him better you moved onto his lap and he sat still for a few seconds before moving his arms to wrap around you as well.

“I love you, too.” His reply was short and sweet, just like always.

You two sat like that for a few seconds, before moving your head out of his chest.

“Well, I brought some snacks. I even brought your favorite!” You spoke, breaking the silence.

“Thank you, my love.”

You blushed at the nickname. Kunikida rarely called you by anything other than your name, so whenever he didn’t it never failed to make you feel weak in the knees.

Kunikida noticed this and placed his hand in your hair, almost petting you. His form of comfort came across as very wholesome, and gentle despite his nature. It was sweet.

Your date went wonderfully, and you two left with a satisfied appetite and mood. Kunikida lifted his wrist to check what time it was.

“9:30.”

“Ah, so we have half an hour before you go to sleep.”

“Yes. Let’s go get ready.”

You sighed. “You and your schedules.”

“I need a strict schedule!”

You lifted your arms to defend yourself. “I know, I know! It’s just funny. Go do your thing.”

Kunikida lifted an eyebrow, and walked off. Little did he know what you had planned.

Kunikida arrived in his bathroom and laid some mint flavored toothpaste on top of his toothbrush before he looked over and saw you, changed into your pajamas. He assumed you were just coming in to brush your teeth as well, which would be correct. What caught him off guard, however, was the fact he could see a lacy bra strap peeking out from the neckline pajamas you were wearing.

You, being who you are, noticed this and made a sly facial expression despite having a toothbrush occupying your mouth at that moment. Despite Kunikida arriving to brush his teeth before you, you had finished first. Probably because he was staring at what he (rightfully) assumed to be lingerie. Because you were done, you laid your head on Kunikida and closed your eyes.

“Well, I’ll see you in the bedroom.” You said, with the smallest amount of flirtatious undertones. Kunikida grabbed your shoulder when you were in the door frame and asked you a question rather bluntly.

“What’re you wearing?”

You smiled and replied, “oh, this? It’s just some lingerie I bought recently. Brand new, too! Wanna take a peek?” The glisten in your eyes had practically trapped him. Sure, it was off schedule, he liked being asleep by ten every night because he knew it would be beneficial, but it wouldn’t hurt to indulge you just this once, right? You looked so genuinely excited, and he just couldn’t bring himself to say no.

“Of course I do.”

“Well then meet me in the bedroom!” You teased, stretching out the last word of your sentence. As you were leaving, you stretched upwards, allowing Kunikida to see the bottom of the lacy bra he was practically drooling over.

“We can go there together.” Kunikida said, wanting you out of your clothes as soon as possible. The tone of his voice was proving it.

“Just let me finish brushing my teeth, I’m almost done.” You smiled. “Okay, I’ll wait here then.” You leaned against the doorframe and looked at Kunikida.

Only a few seconds later, he finished so he grabbed your shoulders and walked you over to the nearest wall.

He looked at the top you were wearing, and reached to grab the sides of your shirt. “This is fine, right?”

“I thought you’d never ask! Of course it is.” You smiled and placed your knee between his legs, and he trembled lightly.

Almost frantically, Kunikida was taking off your shirt, making sure to caress the sides of your waist in the process. He brought his hands down to your hips and grabbed the waistband of your bottoms hesitantly.

“Are you okay?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Yeah—of course.”

You looked like you didn’t believe him, and that would be right. “No, really, what’s wrong? Do you not like the lingerie? I can take it off if you want.”

His eyes widened, and he shook his head rather violently.

“No! Definitely not.. it looks stunning on you. I just feel—well, a little bad.”

“For what?” You asked, eyes beginning to show concern. You lifted your arms up from the wall and placed them on Kunikida’s face, rubbing small circles.

“I’ve just been neglecting you lately.” He looked directly into your eyes, and all he could see was the way your eyes began to soften out of pity.

“It’s fine. I get it, work is stressful, the Guilds gone, but their effects still remain. You’re trying to make up for that. It’s respectable.”

Kunikida’s eyes widened just a little before he shut them.

“Well, how about I make it up to you?”

“Now that’s more like it!”

Kunikida chuckled and returned to what he was doing. He moved your bottoms down your hips, then down your thighs, and lastly, he let go and they fell to your ankles. In order to get out of your clothes, you stepped out of the pants.

Almost as soon as you did, Kunikida grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into his arms, carrying you to your guys’ shared bedroom.

“That lingerie looks amazing. Mind if I admire it for a little longer?”

“No. Please, look for as long as you want.” You replied as you laid on your joint bed.

“I paid a pretty penny for them. Bring them to good use!”

“I promise.” Kunikida looked down as he said it, and he was eying your crotch.

“Do you mind if I taste you?”

You took a few seconds to respond.

“Huh?”

Kunikida blinked,

“Can I eat you out?”

“No—I heard you, it’s just, you’re straightforward, but even you have limits. I’m just shocked you asked so easily.”

Kunikida moved himself down until he was by your knees, and silently lifted your knees over his shoulders, before finally replying.

“You look so amazing in that, I can’t bring myself to wait. I needed to be straightforward because I need to have you against my mouth. Please?”

His confession was sweet, being dirty at the same time. It caught you off guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want this just as much as he did.

“Yes. Go ahead, you’re gonna do great.”

A small mumble was said, before he licked at you through the panties you were wearing. It caught you completely off guard—you were expecting him to take your underwear off before going down on you, but that was too much effort apparently. He wanted to eat you out as soon as possible, so he didn’t want to waste time on taking off your underwear, you presumed.

The feeling of the lace rubbing against your clit, and his tongue making the fabric wet felt shockingly nice, and you mewled out almost immediately. Especially because the underwear wasn’t completely covering you, and was honestly more lace than it was cotton.

The friction made you carry your hand down and run your fingers through his hair, making the ponytail that was already loose from such a long day completely undone, and the rubber band fell next to Kunikida’s head. Because he was licking at your clit so tentatively, his hair quickly fell to the sides of his head and framed his face in a beautiful way.

The way his hair fell around his face didn’t change his pace at all, he was still frantic, still licking at you like a man starved. In a way, he was. You two hadn’t had sex in a few weeks, and now that he was finally torn away from his work, he was realizing how bad it had gotten. Almost as if he wanted you more dependent on him, he lifted himself up slightly so you were now laying at a small diagonal, your head against the bed, and your legs up and over his shoulders, and as a way to stabilize yourself, you linked your ankles together atop his back.

“Wha-what’re you do—agh!” You were cut off yet again by your own cry as Kunikida lifted his fingers to pull your panties to the side to completely expose you, and dove his head between your thighs yet again, sucking on your clit feverishly, using his right hand to grab your thigh and hold it in place, pulling your underwear to the side with his left.

“God..I love you, Doppo—fuck—please, I’m so c-close..”

Kunikida parted himself from your pussy and gave you his first demand.

“Say that again.”

Realizing what he wanted, you gave in and began to beg him. You just needed to come. You didn’t care how shameful you looked—you needed his hand pulling your underwear to the side as he suckled your clit with no remorse.

Despite planning to talk, Kunikida ran out of patience and gave a small kitten lick straight to your clit so you’d stop thinking about what to say and just say it, the less ordered it sounded, the hotter it was to him, in all honesty.

“A-ah! I love you, Doppo. I love the way you grab my thighs when you’re eating me out, I love the—ah!”

You were cut off from his tongue going inside of your hole, and him tongue fucking you. You were quickly given an albeit, muffled demand.

“Keep going.”

You obeyed, and nodded as fast as you could, grinding against his tongue as it moved around your walls slowly.

“I love how you fuck me with your tongue, how you make me so desperate I grind against your face—I love it all. You’re amazing, you drive me crazy—plea-ah! P-please.. keep going.. make me c-cum on your tongue!”

Kunikida couldn’t bring himself to say no to that confession, so he put more pressure on your clit again, causing him to remove his tongue from your hole.

You let out one last, loud, scarily loud moan, and came on Kunikida’s face.

“G-god.. Kunikida I haven’t come that hard in god knows how long. You really know how to get me going.” You said, chest heaving heavily as Kunikida slowly moved himself out of your thighs and next to you, caressing your hair and laying down next to you.

“Thank you.”

You laughed loudly, and turned your head over to him. “You’re so cute.” You brought your finger to trace shapes on his chest before moving your hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Your hair looks nice like this.”

“What do you mean?”

You looked at him with a dumb smile.

“I mean disheveled. It’s a nice reminder of what you were doing to me just a few seconds ago.”

Kunikida blushed, hard this time, and brought his hand down to rub your upper thigh gently. “Are you alright? I didn’t do too much did I?”

“No, not at all! Quite the opposite, actually,” you paused then looked down. “Don’t you want some relief? I can feel you against my thigh.”

Kunikida turned his head away quickly and became even more red.

“It’s fine.. I better get to bed. We can go at it tomorrow morning though. I’m going to be losing all constraint from holding back all night, so be prepared.”

You looked at him, slightly worried. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. It’s already late.”

“Fine.. I’ll be waiting~”

You turned away and Kunikida pulled you close, making your back press against his chest. He decided to use this opportunity to take off your lingerie, there’s a no way that was comfortable to wear to bed. First, he unclipped the back of the bra, then he gently pulled it off your shoulders.

When he moved his hand down to pull your panties off, he accidentally brushed against one of your folds and you trembled because of it. As a way to console you for accidentally touching you when you were recovering, Kunikida gave the back of your neck a feather light kiss.

“You did amazing.. I love you.” Kunikida finally reciprocated your love confession from earlier, and all you could let out was a small hum before falling asleep.

Next chapter will be out tomorrow:) expect some Ryu naughtiness

#bungou stray dogs #kunikida doppo #doppo kunikida #kunikida x reader #doppo bsd #doppo kunikida x reader #bsd x reader #bsd smut

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [１部 ] Part 2

Side: Fantome Iris

[Sharehouse]

Felix: I also want to hear everyone’s opinions. How about it?

Daimon: Lets see… I’m on the same boat as Felix

Jun: m-Me too. Since we’ve finally gotten here, and I know that with going pro there’s gonna be a lot more problems but still…!

Tomoru: In terms of the professional world, we’re only just newcomers after all

Tomoru: In order to be buried under the other visual kei bands, we need focus on the worldbuilding of Fantome Iris, and if possible embellish it more

Koharu: Um so… before we continue there's something I need to address too…

Koharu: Remember how a little while back my job stuff caused you guys to well… more importantly, caused a lot of trouble even to our followers that care alot about us?

Tomoru: Well that was… but we already discussed it before right?

Tomoru: We said that we were going to continue on as we always have

Koharu: Yeah but. After that I did some thinking and well… That it wasn’t good to inconvenience the people around me ‘cause of my own choices

Felix: Koharu…

Koharu: That's why right now, I’m discussing some stuff with my workplace too

Jun: Is that… regarding your shifts?

Koharu: No. Actually, that nursery is run by a company. They were talking about opening a new facility where they leave their child in care on a 24 hour rotation

Koharu: The people at my workplace were asking if it was okay by me, to transfer there

Daimon: Should we take that as good…news..?

Koharu: Yeah. They were talking about hiring people who want to choose their shift times, so if I do move there, it’ll be easier for me to move around and prioritize the band

Felix: Then that becomes similar to me. Since I only continue my French lessons to the students that will continue to learn. 

Tomoru: That sounds great Koharu-san! I really hope it works out

Daimon: Its most important that you find a way to continue what you love without giving up

Koharu: Yeah, thanks. Its not set in stone yet but I just wanted to tell you guys!

Jun: Hah… while everyone’s got their footing I’m still…

Felix: Well you’re always working on Fantome Iris’ music composition right?

Felix: I look forward to what you’ll bring, Jun

Jun: Fe- Felix-san…!

Koharu: …dontcha feel that he’s gonna ask the impossible for the next song? 

Daimon: Definitely 

Tomoru: Jun will be fine. I mean, he’s responded to all of Feli’s impossible requests so far anyways

Koharu: Well that's true

Felix: Apologies to spark a conversation while eating. Lets eat before the food really gets cold

Daimon: True. It seems our drinks are long gone so I’ll bring some more

Tomoru: Oh, I’ll help out too

Koharu: You, dontcha get that you’re the main character today? Now be patient and sit down..!

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--[Koharu and Daimon leave]--

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Tomoru: But…

Felix: Tomoru, in regards to our next activities, did you get any orders from the label?

Felix: When I had asked in the past they said that the current way is fine so…

Tomoru: Hm, yeah… there wasn’t anything to note on my end either

Tomoru: The question just now was more because I wanted to personally confirm everyone’s opinions

Tomoru: I got the confirmation that for the live schedule, the current direction I put together was to stay approved that way too

Jun: I knew you could do it but still… such a skillful manager..! Well considering you’ve also been doing something similar to this from a while back Tomoru…

Jun: Then that means that the transfer to Dreadnought wasn’t that bad then?

Tomoru: That's not true at all

Tomoru: Ever since I started working as a manager, I realized that everything I had done up to now was simply an amateur level imitation…

Jun: r-really…?

Felix: It's the same with how the bar for when we were indie and the bar now that we’re pro are different right

Jun: The bar that they expect from us as pros…

--[Koharu comes back]--

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Koharu: Woah what's this. I told you to eat and yet you’re all still sitting around serious talking?

Daimon: I thought that for the occasion I’d make a little more, it should be almost done

Felix: Ah, our apologies

Felix: Merci beaucoup, Koharu, Daimon

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[Time passes]

Felix: C'était très bon! The meal was delicious Daimon

Daimon: That's good to hear

Tomoru: At the very least let me help clean up the dishes

Jun: Tomoru… aren’t you too tired…

Tomoru: After eating good food and talking, it feels like my energy’s all restored

Jun: You’re so healthy it burns…!

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--[Felix’s phone rings]--

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Felix: hm..? Its my brother, pardon me for a moment

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--[Felix walks away from the table]--

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Felix: Bonsoir, whats wrong?

Felix: …oh, so uncle has…  I understand, thanks for relaying this to me

#fromargonavis #fantome iris

[sailtomarina]

Your Royal Highness

“DRACO!”

“What!?”

“DID YOU FEED CROOKSHANKS?”

He ran a hand across his stubbled jaw as he considered the behemoth cat glaring right back at him, yellow eyes narrowed in a squashed orange face. The food in the bowl between them sat untouched despite him having poured it out more than 10 minutes prior.

“I did, but he won’t eat it!”

Hermione rounded the corner into the kitchen in her smart dress suit, all tight fabric and curves. He reached out a hand for a grab that was easily swatted aside.

“That’s because you only gave him his dry kibble. You need to add some of the food in the fridge.”

As she whisked away the bowl, Draco leveled his best side eye at her familiar. The bastard sat there licking his paws without a care in the world, as if he was owed only what the best money had to offer. Which was ridiculous, really, because Draco actually knew everything that money could buy and that smug creature did not deserve it.

“Here, see? You need to use this amount and evenly mix it in.” She handed him back the cat dish before pecking him on the cheek, squeezing his bum (the hypocrite), and rushing to the Floo. “I’ll see you at dinner tonight!”

Draco turned to face off once more with his furry nemesis. “Here you go, your Royal Highness, Crookshanks of the Flat Face, Lord of the Hidden Cottage, Half-blood Kneazle King, and My Worst Enemy.”

He dropped the dish onto the counter and yanked his hand away just before the beast swiped it with claws fully extended.

“You better believe I’m grabbing me some witch arse tonight, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Draco really should have felt ashamed at taunting Hermione’s familiar; he was only a cat, after all. There were times where he swore the animal was smarter than some humans, including those two idiot sidekicks of hers. If there was one thing he was thankful for, it was that Crookshanks seemed to hate them even more than he hated Draco. Oddly enough, the cat seemed to only like his mother, and every time she visited he perched himself on Narcissa’s lap in the perfect picture of royalty, a queen and her pet.

His musing over a fresh cup of coffee screeched to a halt at the strange wetness that suddenly formed over his foot. “Oi!”

Crookshanks was nowhere to be seen, but a bloodied mouse rested next to his big toe where it had rolled, leaving a red streak across his sock. Draco knew enough about cats to realize that this was the beast’s response to his previous statement—Crookshanks didn’t just act without reason. Either this was a declaration of distrust in Draco’s ability to provide for his witch, or a sign of acceptance in the wizard’s continued presence in their lives. Or, perhaps it was both.

He muttered a stasis charm and bagged the rodent to bring over to the Potters’ next time they visited. Their boys had a pet snake that always appreciated Crookshanks’ hunts. He then sent his cup and the familiar’s food bowl to clean in the sink while he grabbed his briefcase and made his way towards Hogwarts for the first round of classes.

Crookshanks really was lucky to have offered that mouse today, because Draco had half a mind to see what kind of potions could be made from a kneazle, particularly one as intelligent as this one. He was fairly certain Hermione would forgive him depending on the outcome.

Maybe tomorrow.

WC 596

#dramione #dramione prompt #dhr fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #crookshanks

[call-sign-shark]

hi shark,

I saw your recent post on heaven's habit of not eating and arthur catching her fainting and so on..

I wanted to share my thoughts since I've actually been diagnosed with/struggled with anorexia in the past

To make not eating a sort of, “personality trait” for heaven, feels a bit insensitive considering some people struggle with disordered eating. And arthur’s reaction, “catching her” is sort of romanticizing eating disorders too..

It feels unrealistic to real life, and the fact that arthur just routinely catches her fainting doesn't really show concern. Someone needs medical intervention if they are starving themselves.. intentionally or not

I think his tendency to notice when she is about to faint sort of perpetuates the issue, because he’s allowing the behavior and not really helping her

That idea in general of heaven “forgetting to eat” also might lead people to imagine that not eating will lead to having a man fawn over them, and that could potentially invoke the intentional neglect of food.. it’s l not realistic to real life, and might be sending a bad message

I don’t know.. I think that whole concept just kind of triggered me a bit and left a bad taste in my mouth

Maybe it’s my own personal issues with eating in the past that are making me feel upset about it..

I’m really not trying to attack you at all, and I know your heart intent wasn’t bad. I just wanted to share my thoughts and give more awareness on that sort of eating disorder realm to consider when conjuring ideas/scenarios like this.

If there’s more to it I’d be open to hearing an explanation

TW: Eating disorder and very harsh discourse.

Hey, thank you so much for this message. I am glad you took the time to send this to me and write it so politely. Don't worry I don't feel attacked at all, and I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I should have put a trigger warning for sure. Let's make things clear: I've never intended to make ED a personality trait nor to romanticize it. By the way, it really hurts the fuck out of me to read this - but that ain't your fault, I'm glad you shared your feelings. First of all, you have to know something about me: Some people here already know it but I've been suffering from eating disorders for the past ten years and it is still literally impeding my happiness. It keeps me from enjoying simple things and it leaves me crying in the middle of the bathroom pinching my stomach/thighs and making me feel like I should grab a knife to cut the excess of fat or, at least, starve myself. And I'm not fucking exaggerating. The only reason I have a healthy weight and try to get better is my family/partner, so please don't think I'm trying to romanticize it while it's literally impacting my everyday life.

I decided to share this headcanon in a light tone because I wanted to shed light on a more fragile aspect of Heaven, who is a character with an aura of a monstrous, supernatural, and murderous creature. It doesn't make her cool or cute, it does show that she's plagued with trauma and disorders. That was the process behind my post. When people started to joke about it and find it cute I went with the flow because taking this issue lighter and turning it into a "fun fact" makes me feel better. Yes, it's selfish. Yes the jokes make the issue unrealistic, but it doesn't mean that my actual depiction of it is. Also, yes, meming isn't everyone's way to cope with things but it's mine. I am personally convinced that we can laugh about everything as long as it isn't done with malicious intents. Maybe I'm wrong, but that's how I feel. I'm really sorry if it came out insensitive to you and others.

Your thoughts about Arthur's lack of concerns are really interesting because as I shared this fact as a light-hearted headcanon without any details, I knew someone would eventually come at me with this so let me expand on it with more precisions: He doesn't just "routinely" catch her. What I meant to say is that it's something he's aware of and he's always worried about her, that's why he's keeping an eye on her. When he's home he makes sure she has eaten properly, but he can't be 100% behind her back. When his wife faints it doesn't make him laugh and he doesn't brush it off as if it was a casual/trivial thing, quite the contrary he's insanely concerned and immediately proceeds to give her something to eat. Moreover, I already mentioned that he hates her relationship with food in this ask. It doesn't come from nowhere.

Also, Arthur doesn't encourage the issue. He obviously actively tries to help her the best he can but I think you're in the right place to understand that external help doesn't do the entire job. In addition, I think we should take into account that they come from the '20s and that seeking mental help was probably harder than it is nowadays. Heaven herself is not aware that it's a disorder and that it's not normal.

Another part I'd like to briefly comment: "That idea in general of heaven “forgetting to eat” also might lead people to imagine that not eating will lead to having a man fawn over them" While I perfectly understand how someone could think these kind of things now that you have explained it to me, I literally didn't think about this AT ALL when writing my headcanon. Like, It didn't even cross my mind. I'm not the most empathic person so I'm going to be honest with you, when I read this part I was like "??? ah ok ??". For me, the fact that it's not the case is obvious. But my apologies if someone had understood the headcanon in this way because it's literally false and not what I meant to write. Please keep in mind that while it's okay to tell me when I am inconsiderate, I'm by no means a role model and it's not my job to overthink every of my posts. Yet, I do think I should have put a trigger warning.

Now, I'm going to stop here because it's already long enough and honestly I don't want to have a serious talk about EDs. It's already something I have to face IRL and as I said, EDs ruin my life on fucking daily basis. Moreover I have a bad case of sinusitis and my head hurts. The most important info I want you to take from this reply are that: I didn't intend to romanticize or normalize EDs / I know the struggle and I exorcize it through Heaven, even if this fact doesn't make me exempt from flaws and being careless/ While I talk about this in a light/casual tone it's actually concerning for Heaven / Arthur dislikes it, it's not entertaining it's frightening for him. It's the source of many of their arguments. Thank you again Nonny, I hope my explanations make things clearer. Take care of you by the way and once again, I really appreciate your honesty! :)

#Shark talks #Arthur Shelby #Arthur Shelby x reader #Peaky Blinders #HYE Squad #Heaven Shelby

[jupiterwrites99]

You're On Your Own, Kid

Chapter Two

Stretching her limbs carefully, the young wolf tested her legs walking from the bed to the dresser. She was wobbly, but it would do. No pain shot up her leg like she had half expected it to, a good sign that her injury was gone. She felt like Princess Ariel, finding her land legs. 

Opening the door of the bedroom gently, trying not to make any noise, the many smells of the small home hit her all at once. Though the one in particular that she was looking for only lingered, as if he was here and then disappeared.

The panic then set in, her wolf telling her to get the hell out  now had her walking down the hallway into the next room. There sat three people at a round kitchen table, all staring at her.

Fuck.

Her eyes widened as the unknown man began to stand, raising his hand, palm up, “You’re okay. My name’s Sam--”

She looked around her, blocking out the man until her eyes landed on its target. Her exit.

The shewolf bolted out the open door, running as fast as her wobbly legs would take her.

This was so much easier with four legs.

Let me take over, the wolf whined.

No!

Stay human, stay human, stay human, she repeated over and over until she reached the end of the long driveway to the road.

Now what?

Left or right.

It doesn't really matter, she had nowhere to actually go but she couldn't go back.

 “You’re okay. We’re just trying to help you.” She heard the large, older man from the kitchen say from behind her. She jumped slightly at his booming voice, he must be the leader, she thought as she turned to look at him. She backed up the closer he got, now standing in the middle of the paved road. “Come back inside and we’ll give you something to eat.”

 Trap, repeated over and over in my mind. I don't see the man from earlier, or the girl. Only that man who saw me as a threat behind the leader. Sticking around was not an option she was considering, who knows what they do to their threats. “You must be starving.” The leader suggested with a slight smile.

A growl from behind her had Sage looking over her shoulder, a light brown wolf stood tall only a few feet away.  As if the wolf knew she was going to try to bolt again, he nudged her forward. She turned more and glared at it. A small growl leaving her own lips.

--

The young wolf caved much to her companions' warnings. She would just try again when they were all asleep, it’ll be much easier under the cover of dark anyways. She stood underneath a warm shower, the wife of the leader gave her everything she needed with a warm, friendly smile. Even fresh clothes. She had missed showering, the warmth of the water hitting her skin as melted away all the dirt and grime. Five years worth of dirt. Emily had even shown her how to use the TV, not that it had changed much. 

She liked Emily. She wasn’t treating her like a threat, if anything, she reminded her of her grandma.

Stepping out of the shower, she quickly dried herself off and brushed out her knotty hair before throwing back on the shirt she was given by the kind man in the woods. The one who had been able to help her with what she had been wishing for all those years. To be human again.

She sighed thinking about him, the flashes of memory hitting her hard as the wolf thought about him too. His damp hair, and beautiful mocha brown eyes. The way he looked at her with such concern and held her delicately.

Stop it. She argued with herself as she exited the bathroom, a waft of food hit her senses and she easily sought out the source. A sandwich sat on a plate on the wooden dresser. 

She nearly gagged at the smell.

Gross.

Climbing into the dishevelled bed she had previously woken up in, she covered herself with the warm blanket and turned on the tv the way Emily had shown her. Clicking random buttons until a channel with a familiar movie started playing.

Paul. The wolf whispered, reminding her of the man as she laid in his scented t shirt.

That was the man's name. She was cold without him. She had been so used to her furry self that the t-shirt he had placed her in wasn’t warm enough, little goosebumps littered her skin as she pulled her knees to her chest. She felt so exposed now that her wolf was at bay. Though it wasn’t far from her mind, the tiny whimpers it was whining in her mind was a gentle reminder of her only companion of the last five years.

Their chattering was soft, but not quiet enough for the young shifter as she listened to the different voices beyond the door of the room they kept her in.

“She looks quite familiar.” 

“Find out a name, will you?”

“She’s awake, and healed, but she won’t eat.”

“It’d be best coming from you. You’re the only one she’ll feel comfortable around right now.” 

A soft knock landed on the door and a hulking man entered. He wore no shirt, only a pair of cutoff jean shorts. As her eyes travelled up his body, taking him in, she recognized his eyes. 

Her wolf perked up at the sight of him, though she was still wary.

“Hey,” Paul said, his jaw hard set, “Sorry, I wasn’t here when you woke up.”

She stared at him and blinked, he looked a lot angrier than he had in the woods. Gone was the gentle tone he had used to coax her into shifting back, something she had been trying to do herself since the day she had phased.

He lets out a sigh, and looks from her to the dresser next to him. The plate of food the older man, Sam, had given her was left untouched. He grabs the plate from the dresser and brings it to her, sitting on the edge of the bed, “You need to eat.”

Looking at the plate he's placed in her lap and she crinkles her nose, it smells weird. The sandwich looked less than appetising. She pushed the plate away, biting her lip nervously as she turned her head towards the window. It was getting dark now.

“What, you don’t like ham?” Paul asked gruffly.

She shakes her head no.

He grabbed the plate and set it on the table beside the bed before standing up, “Alright, I think I know something you might like. I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Water.” She mumbled quietly. She didn’t want, nor need food, she wasn’t starving like Sam had assumed. She was, however, parched.

“What?” He asked a little too loudly. She doesn’t repeat herself, slightly startled by his reaction, “You need water?”

She nods fervently.

Paul’s intense gaze made her want to cower, why was he looking at her like that?

“I’ll be right back,” he muttered, making a quick exit from the room. She strained to listen to whatever, or whoever was outside of the room. But all she could hear was his footsteps. Maybe everyone else had left, she thought. It’ll be easier to escape if it were true.

It wasn't long before he walked back in with a glass of water and a large muffin.  Smells like blueberry. Shutting the door with foot, he asked, “How’s this? You like muffins?”

She takes the water first and chugs it, trying to soothe the roughness of her dry throat. She hadn’t had any water in a few days after she had been forced away from her particularly favourite water source.

“Woah, hey, slow down. You might make yourself sick.” Paul spoke with alarm, he took the glass from her hands. The glare she gave was purely instinctive, a small growl bubbling out of her throat. Sighing, Paul handed her the muffin, “Just try it. Then I’ll give the water back.”

She does what he says. Picking a chunk of the muffin top and putting it in her mouth. It’s soft and sweet. Nothing like what she had become accustomed to.  Satisfied with her eating the muffin, Paul grabs her untouched plate and sits in the comfy chair in the corner of the room, taking a bite out of the sandwich. “I’m Paul, by the way.” He mentioned, though she already knew that,  “You got a name?”

She nodded and eyed the door as loud laughing sounded from the other side of the door. So much for being alone.

“It’s just the pack. You’ll meet them tomorrow, if you’re up to it.” Paul spoke cautiously, “Can Sue come in? She would like to talk to you now that you’re..calmer.”

Her inner wolf growled at the thought, distrusting the woman who had locked her in the room against her wishes. Her eyes widened, and she began to shake her head and he quickly backtracked, asking her, “What if I stay?”

Her eyes flicker over his features, the concern from earlier evident in his eyes. He protected her before, she was confident he would again. She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off of him even when Sue slipped in uninvited.

She couldn’t be bothered with what Sue had to say, something along the lines of her injuries, to the fact that everyone just wants to help.

Nobody ever wants to help without an ulterior motive. She knew that before she even phased into a wolf!

“You’ve healed quite well, but I think it’s going to be a bit difficult for you to get used to being on two legs for the next few days. Leah, my daughter, thinks you’ve been in wolf form for a little while. Is that true?” Sue’s maternal voice asked. Sage spared a glance at her at the mention of Leah, the girl with the clothes. This is her mom, she pieced together.

She nods in her direction.

Sue smiled warmly at her, before asking, “Is there anyone we can call for you?”

She blinked in response, looking down at her hands in her lap. No, there is no one to call. Everyone who would’ve even thought to look for her is either dead or a danger. She knew that much.

“A name?” Sue asked Paul specifically. He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her the entire time Sue had been in the room. Watching her carefully with an intense look on his face. Maybe he thinks I’ll hurt his friend's mom, the thought alone makes her grimace. 

“I’m working on it,” Paul grumbled in response.

Guilt began to dwell in her mind, all Paul was trying to do was help her, but she was being anything but help to him. 

Her inner wolf screamed to keep her name a secret, to not let these strangers in. We’ll be gone soon, she barked. But something about the way Paul sat in the cushiony chair, slumped and defeated, had her mumbling her name, “Sage.”

Both Sue and Pauls head’s snapped in her direction at the soft sound of her voice.

“Sage.” Paul breathed out, sitting up in his chair with a look of mesmerization. 

“Well, Sage, if there's anything you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” Sue spoke in her typical motherly tone, though the two wolves were inherently focused on each other that she took that as her cue to leave.

Relaxing her body against the headboard, Sage drew her arms into the sleeves of her shirt, wrapping her arms around her mid, the cool air of the unknown home beginning to be intolerable. She spends the next few moments taking in every detail of his face, while he still adorned the hard exterior, jaw locked in place causing his cheekbones to look more angular than they would when he was relaxed, Sage could see the softness in Paul’s eyes as he watched her.

“Cold?” Paul asked her gently, a slight tinge of confusion in his tone.

Nodding her head, he startles her when he abruptly stands walking to the chest of drawers at the foot of the bed as she watches with curious eyes. “I think I’ve got..” He begins to dig through the chest of drawers, “Here.”

Paul hands her the hoodie, and she quickly slips an arm out of her shirt to grab it from him. It smells like him. She nearly purs at the scent as she throws it on. As she does, he moves the chair next to the bed and just from him sitting next to her she already feels warmer. The heat from his body radiating off of him like a furnace. Sage has the urge to reach out and touch him, to really feel the heat as she had earlier. The thought alone confuses her, she shouldn’t be getting comfortable, she should be on guard. But she trusts him, her wolf trusts him. 

They watch the movie in silence, stealing glances at each other every now and then. Sage is quick to grow bored of the movie, she’s seen it before. Years ago when it first came out. It wasn’t good then, and it’s even worse now.

Talk to him, the wolf prodded.

No.

Yes!

“Paul?” she asked quietly, cringing at the sound of her own unfamiliar voice as she picked at her nail beds.

“Yeah?” He turned his attention fully on her now.

“Where am I?” Sage asked nervously. She wasn’t sure how far that vampire had chased her, her only goal had been to get away.

“La Push, Washington.” He answered quickly and almost proudly. Not far from home, she thought to herself.

She nodded. 

Paul watched her fidget in her spot,“Where are you from?”

She doesn't answer right away, before hesitantly saying, “Washington…North Bend.”

“We’ll get you back home soon.” Paul assured, though it sounded forced and through gritted teeth.

Home.

What does that even mean anymore? She doesn't respond to him, too in her own head to care.

“How old are you?” He  changed the subject as tension began to build in the small room.

Sage wanted to scream at the question.

Sixteen. 

No. Nineteen.

What year is it? Sixteen, the year grandma passed. It was summer. Five winters have passed.

Twenty one, maybe?

What month is it?

She doesn't answer, keeping her eyes on her hands, fidgeting as she wracked her brain for an answer. She looks as she did when she first phased, barely ageing a day like she was stuck in some kind of black hole of time.

He sighed and leans back in his chair; she knows he's watching her and not the movie still.

Do better! The wolf inside of her growled, keep his attention. You want it. Need it.

Panic is all she felt. 

She couldn’t answer his question, not yet anyways. So, she extended an olive branch. Sort of. Taking the glass of water, Sage held it out to him. 

How to make allies 101: share your resources.She had to learn that pretty quickly on her own.

Paul gingerly took it from her hands, watching her carefully. She gives him a small, genuine smile which he quickly returns and she goes back to watching her movie, hoping he’d do the same. 

He keptthe glass in his palm, only setting it down once she’s sunken into the bed, fast asleep.Exhaling the breath that he feels as though he had been holding since entering the room.

Taglist: @avis15

#paul lahote fanfic #paul lahote x oc #paul lahote smut #paul lahote #twilight wolf pack #paul lahote imagine

[harlowcomehome]

The girls wanting to throw a childrens party for mom🥹 yes I’m selfish. I need a throwback party. Piñatas, birthday crowns and sashes birthday hats. CHEESY INVITES?! I’m sorry😭😭

“Party for mommy!”

A/N: Happy birthday sweets!! @creme-delacreme 🥳

Both you and Jack had a weekend getaway planned for your birthday, meaning you wouldn’t be celebrating with the girls like usual. You were actually kind of sad about it, you were so used to doing birthdays at home that you felt guilty doing some thing without them.

What you didn’t know is that Jack and the girls also had a surprise planned for you at home. Your birthday was on a Tuesday and you and Jack were leaving on Thursday morning, you just assumed you’d sing happy birthday with the girls and eat cake but Jack and the girls had other plans.

Hazel, Jade and Jack spent the earlier parts of last week making handmade invites, usually when you were doing laundry or grocery shopping. Your parents, Jacks parents, Clay, Urban and his kids were the only people invited so invitations didn’t take too long. Jack was grateful for that considering he was running low on glue sticks and glitter.

Hazel had told Jack almost a month ago that she wanted to have a party for you like her and Jade usually have and Jack loved the idea. Hazel knew you would be gone for the weekend and wanted to do something to celebrate with you at home still. The girls and Jack were sneaky, he got all of your decorations without you knowing and he knew you’d love them. He had remembered you telling him about all the “Lisa Frank” things you had as a kid so he tried to reimagine that. Ordering a few things online as well, to really solidify things.

Tuesday came around and you had left early in the day to get your hair and nails done for your birthday weekend, Jack scheduled it that way on purpose. The second you left he pulled all of the decorations out and had the girls help him. Jade was so excited when Jack brought in the unicorn piñata, she was distracted immediately by it.

“Hazel, can you and Jade put a table cloth on the kitchen table for me?” He handed Hazel a hot pink table cloth and she nodded. “Come on Jade, we have to hurry before mommy comes back.” They set that out and then Jack had them help with little things, they set the plates and party hats out while Jack filled the piñata.

Everything was finally decorated when the doorbell rang, it was Urban, Ivy and Everly. “Mommy’s still not home” Jade said as Urban went to give her and Hazel a hug. “Oh no? Not yet?”

“Nope” Jade giggled as she ran off with her cousins.

“Is Clay picking up the food?” Urban asked as he helped Jack finish tying some balloons on the obnoxious balloon arch he ordered.

“Yeah and my mom made a cherry cheesecake, I think” he said with an exhausted smile.

“She’s going to love it dude, why are you stressing?”

“Oh I know she’ll love it, the girls is what I’m worried about. They were so sad we were going to be gone this weekend that they wanted to make sure we had a birthday party for mommy” he laughed.

Clay, Maggie and Brian entered the house with the food and cheesecake. Hazel and Jade came running immediately to greet everyone.

“Grandma! Grandma! Did you make cheecake?” Jade asked excitedly.

“I did bug! Ya know, I think a quarter of you is probably made up of cheesecake” she teased earning a giggle from Jade and a laugh from Jack “I think you’re right about that one.”

Your parents arrived right after earning the same excited giggles from your daughters. They didn’t live in Louisville so seeing them was always exciting for the girls.

“Grandma! Grandpa!” Hazel said excited as her grandma picked her up and gave her a big hug.

Hazel walked around handing out crowns and hats making sure everyone was in birthday party uniform.

Eventually you arrived at your house, wondering why there was so many cars parked outside. You noticed your parents car immediately and ran inside.

“Happy birthday mommy!” Jade said innocently before everyone yelled it. Jade not liking the loud noise ran to you immediately and you picked her up before hugging everyone.

“Mom! Dad! What’re you doing here?” You giggled as you hugged them both.

“Jack said the girls wanted to throw you a party before your trip and we figured we’d get to see you and then we can stay and watch them while you’re gone.” Your mom smiled and you nodded.

You finished greeting everyone and finally got to your husband. “You really pulled this off, I didn’t suspect a thing” you giggled. “Really?” He smiled as he leaned in for a kiss. “Really!”

Hazel came over to you and handed you a crown “this is for the birthday girl” you laughed as you placed it in your hair. Hazel cleared her throat looking at Jack for him to do his part “oh! And this is for you too!” He handed you a homemade sash “birthday mommy” it said in glitter and you half giggled as you put it on.

You turned to see the cheesecake “oh! Thank you Maggie!” She laughed “no problem sweetie!” You picked Jade up pointing to the cheesecake “you have no idea how much cheesecake mommy consumed when you were in her belly.” Maggie snorted “I basically said the same thing.” You laughed and put Jade back down.

“I got a piñata too” Jack whispered and you laughed “did you really?” He nodded and Clay made eye contact with you, you knew he heard Jack. “Oh no Clayborn, I’m so serious you better let me hit it first” you laughed and he already had the stick to hit it with. You chased him out of the house and Jack laughed “okay everyone! Guess it’s piñata time!”

Everyone went outside and watched as a few of you took a turn, trying to bust the piñata open with zero luck. Urban was finally able to bust it open.

While everyone collected candy of the floor you took a second to turn to Jack. “Thank you for today, I really needed it. You’re always so thoughtful.”

“Don’t thank me, it was the girls idea” he hummed and you kissed his cheek. “Either way, I’m pretty damn lucky.”

“And pretty damn old” he teased.

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fanfic #dad!jack #cremedelacreme

[fruitcoops]

omg eve would you ever consider doing one of those lie detector videos for the cubs? i just reread the coops one and it made me laugh so hard -aj

@oknutzyweek Prompt #3: Strategy II Risk! Cubs belong to @lumosinlove, and the first lie detector fic is here with Coops <3

Round #1: Basic Questions

“We’re back,” Finn singsonged, drumming on the table. The wires taped to his hands rattled, making the blue-shirted man by the polygraph wince.

Leo kneaded the bridge of his nose. “Why are you like this?”

“Because I get great joy from pushing your buttons.”

The man in blue raised his eyebrows. “True. Bold of you to admit that right off the bat.”

“Welcome to Lion Pride, please run while you still can,” Logan said around a laugh as he looked toward the camera. “I’m Logan Tremblay, and I’m here with my boyfriends Finn O’Hara and Leo Knut for a lie detector test. Mark is not only a polygraph expert but also a brave, brave man.”

“Would you consider yourselves good liars?” Mark asked.

“God no,” Finn huffed.

Leo shrugged. “I’m decent.”

“I really hate liars,” Logan said with a frown. “It never works well for anyone.”

“I like you,” Mark said appreciatively without looking away from his setup. “Ready?”

Finn leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Hit me.”

Logan whipped around and slammed his hand on the table, making them jump. “Did you eat my chocolate orange?”

“No!”

“False,” Mark said.

“I fucking knew it!”

Finn muttered a curse before turning to Logan with a silent plea in his eyes. “How can I make it up to you?”

Leo gave the camera an exasperated look while Logan took a moment to contemplate. “Un bisou sur ma joue.”

Finn glanced to Leo, who tapped his cheek; understanding dawned and Logan received his light kiss with a smile as well. “Forgiven?”

“Ouais.”

Leo shuffled his notecards in visible amusement. “Harzy, do you actually enjoy getting up early?”

“Kind of.”

“Yes or no,” Mark reminded him.

“…yes,” he said after a long moment, though he didn’t sound very sure. “Yeah, I do. I don’t like leaving bed early, but I like how much I can get done if I’m up.”

“True.”

A teasing smile flickered across Logan’s lips. “Should I grow my hair ou—”

“Please,” Finn said before he could finish. “Yes, yup, 100% you should grow your hair out.”

Mark snorted. “I don’t think I even have to tell you that’s true.”

Leo batted his lashes, leaning closer to Finn with an innocent smile. “Last question. Did you honestly forget to pick up my spices at the store or did you do it on purpose because you don’t like spicy food there is a correct answer here and you are not subtle.”

Finn blanched. On his other side, Mark had to turn away slightly to stifle his laughter. “I…”

“Go on,” Leo prompted as Logan’s grin grew wider.

“Yes,” Finn sighed, defeated. “Though I did go back and get them later.”

“That’s true,” Mark confirmed.

“Alright, shift change.” Leo helped him peel the sticky pads off and swapped spots, settling into the chair before folding both hands on the table. “Shoot.”

“Have you worn your Invisalign at all this week?”

“God damn it, O’Hara,” he said under his breath as Finn and Logan burst out laughing. “No, I have not, and fuck you for pointing it out!”

Mark nodded. “True.”

Logan’s chair creaked when he lounged back in it. “Do you like being the big spoon or little spoon more?”

“Hmm, big spoon.”

“Unclear,” Mark said, squinting at the screen. “Not the whole truth, but not a lie.”

Leo furrowed his brows in confusion. “I mean, I still like being the little spoon. The middle is obviously the best.”

“True.”

Logan nodded. “Can confirm. Do you think you’re the most handsome of the three of us?”

“No.”

“That’s also true,” Mark agreed.

Finn whistled lowly, his interest piqued. “Zero hesitation. Okay, followup: who do you think is the most handsome of the three of us?”

“Neither of you need to know that information,” Leo laughed.

“Would you rather…” Logan paused, raising his eyebrows with a small kick to Leo’s shin. “Spend the day with us, or Regulus?”

“Can I spend multiple days with Regulus instead of you?”

“Hey!” Finn said indignantly, straightening as Leo snickered. “Regulus doesn’t make you coffee! Regulus doesn’t cuddle you!”

“Reg is more fun than the two of you combined.”

The corner of Mark’s mouth quirked up. “False.”

“Man, c’mon,” Leo complained as Finn and Logan turned for a double high-five. “I’m trying to control the ego in this room. I have a strategy.”

“You love us too much for strategies,” Logan said, grinning and smug.

“Final Knutty question: should the three of us get matching tattoos?”

Leo thought for a moment, tilting his head from side to side. “Yeah, I think it would be cute. Something cringey and couple-y. Throuple-y?”

“I’m not going to bother with deciding terminology, but he was telling the truth,” Mark said, dutifully moving aside as Leo and Logan switched seats and equipment. “Ready?”

Despite the answering “ouais”, Logan looked distinctly uncomfortable. Finn tapped his notecards on the table. “Logan Marius Tremblay, where is my Harvard hat?”

Logan carefully schooled his face into neutrality. “Probably in your closet.”

“That’s a lie,” Mark said.

“Did you leave it in one of the cabinets?”

“Nope.”

Finn kept his eyes fixed on Logan; the only sign Logan even noticed was a slight twitch of his fingertips. “Then I have no idea.”

“He’s still lying.”

“You’re getting that hat back over my dead body.”

“Or,” Leo said mildly, kicking his feet up on the lowest rung of Finn’s chair. “You could, you know, check the one hiding place Logan has. The singular place in our entire apartment.”

“You are not endearing yourself here, mon amour.”

A soft kiss to the back of his hand brought a faint blush to Logan’s stoic face and Leo grinned. “Do you wish I could grow a playoff beard?”

That got a real laugh out of Logan, cracking the façade as his eyes crinkled. “Non, but I do think it’s very funny that you’re still out of luck.”

Mark nodded while Leo rolled his eyes. “True.”

“Which of us is the cleaner roommate?”

“Oh, god,” Logan muttered, propping his chin in his hand as he thought. “I don’t know. Are we talking about actual cleaning, or organizing?”

“Cleaning.”

“Then it’s Finn.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Leo raised his eyebrows. “Am I more organized?”

“Finn had the same set of organizing bins under his bed for four years and they were in the same packaging, untouched, that entire time. You color code your calendar. So, yes.”

Round #2: Personal Questions

“Starting off strong for this one,” Leo warned. “Do you approve of your brother’s partners?”

“Yes,” Finn answered immediately.

“That’s true,” Mark confirmed.

Logan cast a mischievous look at the camera before reading his next notecard. “Which of us—Leo and I—has better taste in music.”

“Fuck,” Finn said under his breath with great feeling.

“There will be no adverse side effects to your answer,” Leo promised with an expression that said the exact opposite. “Though I advise you to keep in mind that I’m making dinner tonight.”

“That so deserves a penalty.” Finn pushed a hand through his hair and rubbed the back of his neck, then blew out a breath. “Oh, god, I can’t pick.”

“False.”

He groaned, loud enough that Leo and Logan turned to each other with matching devilish smiles. “Fuck. Okay. Logan has better music, but only because I really don’t like most country songs.”

“True.”

“Strike one,” Leo coughed, making Finn’s brows pitch in distress.

“I’ll give you a softball here,” Logan promised. “Do you think you’re the most impulsive of the three of us?”

“Nope.”

Mark made a noise of surprise. “True.”

A spark of curiosity lit on Leo’s face. “Who is the most impulsive?”

“You, obviously.”

“Also true.”

“Wow.” Leo nodded slowly, leaning back in his chair. “I would’ve gone with Mr. ‘Serial Kiss and Ditch’, but alright.”

“Mr. Serial Kiss and Ditch didn’t join the NHL at 18 or eat a whole chili pepper a millisecond after someone told him not to, but okay,” Logan snorted.

The seat swap went quicker than before—they were all getting into the swing of it, and within moments Leo had gotten comfortable in the chair despite the chest band and wires to the polygraph. His soft smile vanished the moment Finn asked the first question. “Which of our siblings do you like better?”

“Aw, shit, really?” Leo let out an unhappy huff and his forehead creased. “I don’t know Sydney and Aubrey that well, and I don’t think Alex likes me very much after last game, so…I guess Noelle wins.”

The polygraph made a quiet ticking noise. “True.”

“She adores you, so it’s a mutual feeling,” Logan assured him. “Tougher question: which of your parents do you like more?”

“Why did Harzy get all the easy ones?” he complained. “That’s so unfair. I don’t have a favorite.”

Mark cocked a brow. “False.”

“Dude.” Leo thought for another moment, then shook his head. “Not answering that. Too risky. Next question.”

“Can I answer that one for him?” Finn teased. “Okay, last one for this set: are you happy on the Lions?”

Leo’s distress faded away; his honesty was written all over his face. “I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with this team.”

“That’s true. Glad to hear it.”

Logan dropped a kiss to the top of his head while Leo detached the polygraph measures and ran an absent hand across his upper back before they switched seats. Finn watched them with a small smile, his eyes warm and bright behind his glasses. “Is this the last section?”

“There’s one more after this for extremely personal questions.” Logan scrunched his nose in distaste before nodding to Finn. “Did you hang your towel up this morning after you took a shower?”

“Yes.”

“False.”

“Mark, I really need at least one person on my side here.”

Leo grinned. “Do you like your sisters better than us?”

“Right now? Yes.”

Mark frowned. “Another one in the middle. Try to be firm.”

“I like them equally, for different reasons.”

“Do you have a favorite sister?”

“I like my sisters more than you.”

“Now it’s true,” Mark chuckled as Leo stuck his tongue out.

“This is vengeance for the music question,” Finn informed him. “Do you like the Dumais better than your Canada family?”

“My Canada family?” Logan laughed. “All of us are Canadian.”

“Hey, whatever works best.”

Logan shook his head, though he looked more amused than anything. “No, I think my parents and sisters take the cake here, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the Dumais, or that I’m not grateful for them all the time.”

Round #3: Extremely Personal Questions

“Do you think I’m too young for you?”

“Jesus!” Finn spluttered, turning to Leo with wide eyes. “What? No. Is that really what you’re opening with?”

Leo shrugged. “Figured we’d get it out of the way before people start bugging us in the comments.”

“No, I don’t think a four and a half year age difference makes you too young for me. I also think you’re mature enough to make your own reasonable decisions about who you date.”

“He’s definitely telling the truth,” Mark confirmed.

Logan nudged Finn’s foot under the table. “Which of us is nicer?”

“Knutty.”

“True.”

“But you can both be real assholes sometimes.”

Mark stifled a laugh. “Also true.”

“This is the most personal one yet, and possibly the most dangerous.” Leo set his elbows on the table and looked Finn dead in the eye. “Who makes better coffee, me or Logan?”

“You both make terrible coffee, which is why you have me.”

“That’s true.”

Logan scowled. “You love my coffee!”

“Sure, if I need to be awake for 36 straight hours,” Finn snorted. “And Nutter Butter, I love you, but water that has briefly looked at a coffee bean doesn’t count.”

“Oh, give me that,” Leo grumbled, tugging on one of the wires trailing from Finn’s hand. Finn gave his hips a playful squeeze when he stood to shuffle behind Leo and take his seat, and earned himself a light whack on the chest in return.

Logan cleared his throat, barely holding down a laugh. “In the two years you’ve been on the Lions, have you seen every player naked?”

Leo did a double take, then hesitated and tilted his head to the side. “You know, I—hmm.”

“Oh, wow, you’re really thinking about this.”

“I’m trying to be honest!” He bit his lower lip. “Uh, no, I haven’t.”

“That’s a lie.”

“Fuck, when did I see—” He stopped with a snort, covering his mouth with one hand. “Nope, I definitely have. It’s not something I think about much, to be honest.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you actually have insomnia…” Finn paused for effect and Leo gave him an incredulous look. “…or do you just like it when Lo rubs your back?”

“I have chronic insomnia and also like it when my boyfriend rubs my back. They’re not mutually exclusive. You of all people should know the benefits of not making black and white decisions.”

“That’s fair, I’ve never chosen anything in my life, ever,” Finn agreed.

“Blondie was telling the truth,” Mark said as the polygraph whirred.

Blondie, Logan mouthed, making Leo blush before he read the last question. “Do you want a house in the next five years, or are you happy in the apartment?”

“I love our apartment but I want a house in the next one year, preferably,” Leo laughed. “We don’t have enough space and the shower is too short for me.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Logan’s lips ticked up at the side. “Well, maybe that wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t a fucking giant.”

“And maybe you’d understand better if you weren’t microscopic, shortcake.” Logan’s mouth fell open at the icy coolness of Leo’s voice and Finn looked between them like he was watching a particularly intense tennis match. Leo grinned. “Batter up.”

“Shortcake,” Logan muttered while he stuck the sensors on. “Was that necessary?”

“All I want is a shower where I don’t have to bend down so far,” Leo said simply, though impish mischief settled in every plane of his face. “Ready to close us out?”

“Ouais.”

“Do you think the fans have make incorrect assumptions about us?”

“The mean ones? Yes. The nice ones? Also yes.”

Mark nodded. “That’s true.”

“How so?”

Logan considered for a few seconds before speaking. “Obviously the mean ones have shit to say about our relationship, and at this point I just tune them out. But the nice ones think I’m a lot more of an asshole than I am, think you’re chasing butterflies and rainbows all day, and give Harzy no credit for being the smartest of all of us.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

“I don’t know about the smartest of all of us,” Finn said, though his ears were pink at the tips.

Logan leveled him with a look. “Harz, you graduated on the Harvard Dean’s List and your senior thesis was published in a literary journal.”

“Tons of people get published—”

“Senior thesis,” Logan interrupted. “In a literary journal that won an award. This is not the time to be humble.”

The pink had spread to Finn’s cheeks and neck. “Can I ask the next question, or do you want to go stand on the roof with a megaphone?”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“You’ve been living with Knutty and I for almost a full year,” Finn continued, shaking his head. “Do you actually enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“True.”

“Do you think our relationship will last?”

Leo’s question hung in the air for several seconds despite his quiet voice; Logan blinked. He looked down at his hands, then back up again. "Well, yeah. It better, or else I’m in big trouble if I want to find anyone that comes even close to you two.”

“That’s very true,” Mark said, watching the polygraph lines trace their course. “Heartfelt, for sure.”

Logan half-smiled and inclined his head to his boys. “I spent eight years loving one of them and plan to spend many more loving both. That’s about as heartfelt as it gets. See you later, Lions. Stay honest.”

#logan tremblay #finn ohara #leo knut #cubs #oknutzy #mark #lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #vaincre #lie detector #oknutzy week #social media #lion pride #my fic #fanfic #oknutzy week 2022

[raging-violets]

The Flash: The Christmas Light "Fight" - CiscoxAverey

Summary: Cisco and Averey talk about the truly important part of Christmas: stringed lights. 

Authored by: Rhuben

A/N: I’ve been meaning to do a holiday/Christmas themed thing for CiscoxAverey for a long time and every year the holidays just seem to come by faster and faster so, I came up with this verrrry last minute. But it’s still the holidays, so here you go!  

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“Ok!” Cisco’s declaration over the low hum of machines in the Cortex pulled Averey’s attention away from the carton of Chinese food in her hands. Seemingly giving up on trying to maneuver a chunk of chicken to her mouth with chopsticks, she rolled her head on her shoulders to look at him. “When you arrive at my parents’ place, the first thing you do is...?” 

“Greet everybody there or it’d be considered rude.” 

“And when it’s time to eat you...?” 

“Take everything that’s offered, or it’d be considered rude.” 

“And before we leave?” 

“Say ‘goodbye’ to everybody or it’d be considered rude.” 

“There you go,” Cisco said with a triumphant nod. “You really have nothing to worry about.” 

“I’m not worried,” Averey said swiftly. She emphasized her point as she rested her feet on the counter.  

Cisco felt his muscles tense just slightly thinking about how Caitlin would react to the move. But how many times had he done the same thing when keeping watch over the Pipeline inhabitants? He now knew ways to speed clean that not only would make The Flash jealous, but his old college dorm, too. 

“Mmhm.” 

“I’m no-o-ot,” Averey sing-songed. 

“O-ka-a-ay,” Cisco sing-songed back. 

Their soft laughter faded back into the low hum of the machines as they continued to eat. They didn’t necessarily need to keep watch over the metas in the Pipeline. It wasn’t like they had any place to go. But Cisco hadn’t liked the idea of them being kept in what amounted to solitary confinement during the holidays. It broke his wallet a bit, sure, but he did ask if there was anything more than Big Belly Burger they wanted for a “feast.” And he did try to lighten the mood with some festive music pumped throug the area, though a few metas quickly put the kibosh on any repeats of “Last Christmas” to which left Cisco aghast. 

“What kind of gifts do your parents like?” Averey asked, her cheek poking out from the mound of noodles, onion, and chicken she managed to get into her mouth.  

“I’ve already put your name on the tag,” Cisco replied, setting down his chopsticks to wave his free hand in the air. “Just go along with it. They’ll love it.” Averey laughed through her nose, hunching over her carton to make sure the waterfall of noodles hanging out of her mouth didn’t fall out. The steam briefly fogged up the lenses of her glasses, making her laugh harder until she could gather herself. 

“And what kind of decorators are they?” 

Cisco gave her a confused look and she put up a hand while she licked the lo mein sauce off her lips. She then put her hand over mouth.  

“I mean, do they put decorations up after Halloween, or do they wait until after Thanksgiving? And how much should I expect?” 

“You remember Dante’s birthday party?” Cisco asked. Averey nodded. “20 times more than that. Inside and outside. My parents love the holidays. Dad makes sure he’s not out on the road so he can end the year and start the new one with mom. And mom wants as much as her family around her, too.” He was silent for a moment, looking around the room. “Especially now, I suppose. After everything with S.T.A.R. Labs...and Dante...and everything.” 

He stared into his food, absentmindedly repeatedly stabbing at it with his chopsticks. It was hard enough for her to take care of the home by herself (though she’d insist she liked the space to do things her way) without his father around, but after seeing the danger Dante had been put in when Captain Cold was wreaking havoc, and how Cisco was still clawing his way back up to a reputable job in her eyes, and the frequent meta-human attacks, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to know her entire family was home safe. 

He cleared his throat. “You?” 

“Well, Christmas holidays falls at the time of year when it’s pretty hot outside so mum, Daniel, and I don’t decorate outside much. Anywhere under 30 Celsius is not too bad, but it’s gotten over 30 before. It’s a bonus if there aren’t any bushfires, either,” Averey said, tapping at her bottom lip with her chopsticks. “Everybody’s on the beach, or by the pool, or looking to sneak a swim in at the creek, so we’re not usually around home. Some do travel to get that ‘White Christmas’, but not a lot do. We tend to lean towards Christmas lunch being our big meal of the day. And it’s usually me, mum, Daniel, and my grandad, so not much to decorate inside, either. I have crackers for you lot, by the way.” 

It took a couple of seconds for Cisco to not only realize the sudden change in topic, but also that she wasn’t referring to food. 

“What about your parents and lights?” Averey asked. 

“What do you mean?” 

“My mum and Daniel fight about the Christmas lights every year,” Averey explained. “How to string them up. When to string them up. White Christmas lights or colored Christmas lights. When I was a kid, the fighting got so bad, I thought they’d split over it.” 

“No way.” 

“Really. They have strong opinions about Christmas lights.” Averey nodded emphatically; her eyebrows lifted. “I don’t know how they compromise every year. This year it’s white Fairy lights indoors and colored Christmas lights outdoors.” She slapped a hand down on the arm rest of her chair. “I swear, if more people knew that about each other from the jump, there’d be less fights this time of year.” 

“I’ll go ahead and make sure I put that in my dating app profiles,” Cisco said sarcastically. Averey rolled her eyes, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into a hint of a smile. He smiled innocently back at her. As if he’d still be on dating apps while he was with her. 

“You should. It’d be a right laugh, anyway. Very unique. Don’t reckon a lot of people do it, and it’s one thing to get out of the way.” 

“You think it’s that important to ask when you’re dating someone?” 

“It needs to be one of the things you should ask. Don’t you reckon?” Cisco stared at her. “Come on: ‘how serious do you see this getting’, ‘how do you want to raise your kids’, ‘do you want kids’, ‘where are you going to live if you move house together’, and ‘what Christmas lights do you prefer’ should be the big five questions of a relationship.” She put up a finger for each question before grasping her chopsticks again. “Seen mates drop each other over less things. For the record, I prefer white Christmas lights.” 

“Uggghhh!” Cisco dramatically flopped his head back on the headrest of his chair. 

“What?” 

He started twisting his desk chair back and forth, putting his head to his shoulder as he looked at her. “Come on! You can’t be serious.” 

“It’s classic!” 

“Classically boring. What’s wrong with all the colors?” 

“Nothing. But people can make them look gaudy if they’re not careful.” Averey’s nose wrinkled at the thought and Cisco found himself grinning. He shouldn’t have been surprised. She always said she hated obnoxious colors and patterns. “Like...like a circus threw up all over their house or something.” 

“What’s wrong with making your house look fun?” 

“There’s ‘fun’ and then there’s gaudy.” She let out a short, high-pitched laugh through her nose. “Not surprised you like them, though.” 

“Are you saying I’m gaudy?” 

Averey looked over his “Ugly Christmas Sweater” themed graphic t-shirt. Her face contorted in an over-exaggerated “Oh, honey” look. She said nothing else. He set down his food and grabbed the hem of his shirt in his hands, stretching it out to look at it. As if he hadn’t already done so and posted the pictures on his social media. 

It had The Flash’s lightning bolt logo on it, too.  

Central City had really expanded on The Flash’s notoriety since he had made his first appearance. First a drink at Jitters, then “The Flash” Halloween costumes, and now this. Barry was smug when he saw the drink available on the board at CC Jitters; he didn’t know what to do with himself when he got his first “The Flash” trick or treater; but he laughed when Cisco showed him the new holiday clothes that had been released. Then he had shook his head in somewhat embarrassment when Cisco struted into S.T.A.R. Labs with his own purchased shirt.  

He’d shake his head even more when he opened his gifts on Christmas day. 

“I don't know if I should be offended.” Cisco used his hands to push his hair back form his face as he settled back into his chair. 

“I’m saying it matches your personality. Fun.” 

“Awww, and yours matches your personality, too,” Cisco coo-ed, putting his hand over his heart. 

Averey’s eyes playfully narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“Ave!” 

“What?” 

“Your favorite subject is History!” 

“So?” 

Cisco dropped his head back again, closed his eyes, and let out a loud, long, fake snore. Averey removed her feet from the desktop and prodded his thigh with the tip of her right shoe. 

“I’m not boring,” she said defensively. “And neither is History. Thank you very much,” 

“No,” Cisco agreed, a warm smile coming to his face, “you’re definitely not boring.” His smiled widened when he saw the blush that tinged Averey’s cheeks a berry-red kind of color. 

“Just...shut up and tell me what your fortune is,” Averey grumbled, setting down her carton of food. She reached for the pile of cookies, shoving a few towards him. Her head bowed, she quickly worked on the plastic wrap surrounding her own few. 

“Ok, ok.” Cisco carefully settled his fortune cookies in his lap and started removing the plastic from his as well. Cracking one open, he squinted in the dim light to read it. “’Don’t take yourself so seriously’,” Cisco read aloud, “’no one else does’.” He shoved the two halves of cookie into his mouth, crunching loudly as Averey tilted her head back and let out a loud cackle. A smile of amusement came to his face. “If it wasn’t so true, I’d be writing a strongly worded letter to these people. What does yours say?” 

“’Be patient. Good things come to those who wait’.” 

Cisco snorted. “What patience? You nearly bit off my arm just waiting for the food to be delivered.” 

“I’m a growing meta, Cisco.” Averey balled up the fortune between her fingers and tossed it at him. It bounced off his shoulder and hit the floor. “I need my food.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Ok, this one says, ‘Believing that you are beautiful, will make others around you think you’re beautiful, too’.” 

Averey grinned, reaching out a hand to slide her fingers through his hair. “With those gorgeous locs? Of course!” she declared. “What a beaut!” 

“You’re too kind,” Cisco laughed. “Even I have to agree, I do have great hair.” 

Averey retracted her hand from his hair and opened her next fortune cookie. “’You have an unusually magnetic personality.’” 

Cisco grabbed the arm of Averey’s chair, pulling her closer to him (ignoring her protests of “Wait! My food!” as she hastily tried to grab for it.) He smiled at her and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. “I sure think so,” he said quietly. Averey smiled and cupped his cheek with her hand before pressing a kiss to his lips. And another. And another. Cisco pressed his forehead to hers, looping an arm around her shoulders when she pulled away. He read her next fortune over her shoulder, “’You are contemplating some action, which will bring credit upon you.’”  

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Soooo going ‘round to your parents for Christmas?” she asked, looking up at him. 

“I’d say so. It’d give me brownie points to start off next year, anyway,” Cisco’s eyes then widened and he snapped his fingers. “Oh! And what do you need to stay away from while you’re there?” 

“Your aunt’s eggnog.” 

“That’s my girl,” Cisco cheered, pumping his fist. Averey laughed through her nose. “If white Christmas lights are your one flaw, I’ll just have to accept it.” 

“Hey!” 

“Come on. I mean...” Cisco looked around the room before getting to his feet. “Look, even this is pretty.” He made his way over ot the Cortex light switch, making a show of flipping the switch into the OFF position. All the main lights in the space went out immediately, leaving the lights from the machines on. Reds, greens, blues, and whites all twinkling and blinking in the space. “See?” He stepped over to her chair, kneeling beside her, watching as she took in all of the lights around them, the lights reflected off the lenses of her glasses. 

“And there we’ve got our giant red Christmas tree,” she joked, indicating the light shining over The Flash suit. “Ok. I see your point.” She smiled at him. “Happy Christmas, Cisco.” 

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Power Armor Punch Part Sixty One

Masterlist

Lucille: *isn't so sure about the routine part either. She's so used to just jumping into things without a second thought* I'll... I'll try.

Gardio: *kisses his daughter's forehead* You can do it. I believe in you.

Lucille: *questions how he's not giving her high doses of radiation every time he does something like that. Maybe she's part ghoul...?*

Gardio: I'll head down stairs and heat up my food. I'll be back up. *to Ma* Would you like me to heat up yours as well?

Ma: “Ah, that would be lovely, thank you. And you can tell Joyce that she may start baking dessert, the cookie dough is already prepped and rolled into balls. No doubt that the girl is drooling at the mouth just thinking about it.” (Remembers that Nick had just previously snapped at his daughter, maybe he needs a rest. Although, that may be difficult considering what just transpired) “I’ll go check up on them downstairs just to be sure everything is alright in the meantime, excuse me for a moment.” (Leaves to do just that)

Teshteal: *smiles and goes back to devouring his meal* Joyce: (Smiles back at her boyfriend and continues to eat as well, really trying to hold back on inhaling he macaroni and cheese)

Nick: *also saw it but isn't saying anything. He's too tired of this nonsense- as long as she's not trying to die*

Jasmine: (Fixated on the carousel with wide sparkly eyes. She’s a kitten, anything that moves and is shiny captures her attention. Anything that she deems cute as well, which is why she was staring at the rubber ducky earlier as it bobbled up and down in the water)

Donovan: (Knew this trick from their prewar days. He, Jie, and Lilac had discovered this and would purposely try to catch Jasmines attention with different objects then giggle when her eyes would go cutely wide with interest and delight)

Ma: (Walks into the guest room, pausing when she sees Donovan is up) “Donny…? Why are you here and not resting, love?”

Donovan: (Points to the bed with a sad smile, not answering the question) “Rosie likes the carousel music box, I knew she would...”

Ma: (Concerned for her son but she turns to Nick without pressing further) “How you doing there, Dad?”

Nick: I'll be honest, more than a bit worn out. *rubs the back of his head* Could use a break.

Lucille: *sits there staring at her plate. She feels so unsure... unstable. It's frightening*

Gardio: *comes downstairs. After heating his food* Ma says you can bake the cookies, now. *flashes them a smile* Teshteal: *pumps his arms into the air* Hurray! *immediately puts them on* Joyce: (Brightens up to match the energy of the sun itself) “Wonderful!” (Rushes to grab a baking tray and a silicone baking mat while Teshteal gets the dough from the fridge)

Ma: (Nods her head with a heavy sigh) “And you no doubt deserve one." (Looks to the girl hidden under the blankets) "I am willing to watch Rosalinda for you if you wish to take one.”

Jasmine: (Winds up the music box on her own when it runs out, still completely mesmerized by it as she sucks on her thumb. She doesn't appear to hear or understand what the adults are saying, otherwise she'd protest the idea of Nick leaving her)

Donovan: (Would stay as well just in case Jazzy goes ballistic again and is too much for one person to handle)

Nick: That would be swell. *slight smile but then goes back to a serious expression as he stands* Not now, but there's something I'm going to have to have you do to help keep her from losing control. *writing down something on a notepad then shows them. "Read silently- Assign you two as her 'commanders' so the words are effective on her coming from you. I trust you not to abuse this power."*

Lucille: *debating on whether or not she deserves dessert.*

Teshteal: *puts the little cookie dough on the tray in neat and spacious rows delicately* Joyce: (Making sure the oven is the right temperature and that the timer is set so the cookies don't burn)

Ma: (Goes wide eyed when she reads the note, flashing Nick an, “are you sure” look)

Donovan: (Neither him or Ma would abuse the power, he himself might not even have the guts to use it. He saw how it controls Jas, that it renders her useless. He’ll only use it if it’s a 100% case of a life or death situation, otherwise he’s taking the hard way of talking her through it. Using the Commands may control her actions, but not how she truly feels inside)

Jasmine: (Would normally have something to say about that, she hates the idea of having more handlers who can control her every move. The very idea would make her feel more trapped, more like a monster who needs to be put in chains. But it is for her own safety right now, and Nick can revoke Ma and Donny's handler status later)

Nick: *nods and writes* "Only use it if she's completely lost to the programming. Best to stick to Reset and Zero Day- those cause the least amount of harm from what I've seen... so far."

Teshteal: *slides the cookies in with a little hum, swishing his tail side to side happily* Gardio: *eating his food, watching the two bake cookies* Joyce: (Pops an extra chocolate chip in her mouth after setting the timer for about 15 minutes, grinning as she hold out another piece of chocolate to Teshteals lips for him to try)

Ma: (Hesitantly nods, hoping that it doesn’t come down to Donny or her having to use it on the poor girl)

Donovan: (Still has so many questions to ask, so many that he isn’t even sure where he would start when the time is appropriate. Probably he would start off with what exactly those vault people did to Jas, he already has an idea and it makes him shudder to think further)

 Jasmine: (Winds up her music box when it stops playing, running her fingers over the snowy white horses as they spin with the lullaby. She wishes she could ride a real carousel again, or at least see one...)

Nick: Thank you. This means a lot. *nods and walks out of the room*

Teshteal: *gets all blushy again at this gesture and takes a quick bite, being careful to grab the chocolate and not her fingers. He delights in the the taste- he hasn't had good chocolate in a while* Joyce: (Giggles cutely at this, putting her arms around Teshteals shoulders and stealing a kiss after he comes in close to take the chocolate chip) Teshteal: *squeaks in surprise but leans into the embrace* You pulled a fast one! *smirks cheesily up at her* Joyce: (Gives him a smile sweeter than the chocolate, pulling him in close) Teshteal: *smiles back. Pecks her lips cheerily then strokes her hair while he looks on at her in admiration*

Jasmine: (Blinks at the music box, almost immediately sensing that Nick is no longer sitting besides her. Her eyes widen, losing all interest in her music box)

Ma: (Frowns a bit. It would’ve been better if Nick had told his daughter he was leaving, even if she started crying it was better than her looking up and seeing that he had left without telling her. She slowly approaches the bed, noticing that the girl had shoved off her dress and kicked it to the corner) “Rosie honey….”

Jasmine: (Listens for a few seconds, then pulls back the blanket so she can peep out and confirm that Daddy has indeed disappeared from the room. Her big doe-eyes well up with more tears as she sits up with the blanket around her)

Donovan: (Hadn’t moved from his spot in the chair. He takes the music box so Jas doesn’t drop it while she moves and sets it on the ground)

Ma: (Sits on the edge of the bed, cupping the girls cheek with one hand while the other rubs her shoulder) “He’ll be back, Rosa-Marie. He hasn’t left you here alone, I promise.”

Nick: *simply sighs at the realization of his own failing. Course saying he was leaving might have made her cling to him. He can't be sure.

Jasmine: (Starts sobbing as the fear grapples her, pulling up her knees to her chin so she can hide her face in them. Crying is not enough to vent her emotions however, she lost her ability to regulate that properly long ago. So by default she goes for her wounds again, trying to scratch them)

Ma: (Gently knocks the girls hands away from her bandages, taking them in hers. It would be best to send Jas to sleep for the night, the poor girl is still fighting off her fever and feels even warmer since she was under the blanket and has been working herself up with the fighting and crying)

Donovan: (Stands and starts collecting anything sharp or anything that could be made into something sharp away so Jas can hurt herself with it. He then locks the windows so she can’t escape again, feeling like he’s baby proofing the room for a small child)

Jasmine: (Desperately reaches for the door, quietly crying out for her father to return)

Ma: “Shhh, bebita bonita- estás bien…..” (Carefully pulls Jazzy in her lap, soothing her by patting her back) “Estamos bien…..”

Nick: *Contemplates going back but decides against it. She needs to get used to him not being around. She's not a toddler*

Jasmine: (Squirms to get away from Ma as she whines at what the motherly had said) “Nooooo!!!”

Ma: (Tightens her hold on the teen) “Hm?”

Jasmine: (Brokenly) “None of that…. Please!”

Ma: (Looks a bit hurt again but she nods at the girls request)

Jasmine: (Keeps fighting to break free)

Donovan: (Glances at Jas, knowing full well she would never act like this on a normal day) “Age regression…?”

Ma: (Solemnly nods) “That’s what I was thinking… Its not much of surprise, honestly. It’s one coping mechanism, better than her harming herself.”

Donovan: “And she doesn’t like Spanish…..”

Ma: (Somber hum) “Apparently not….” (Going through a checklist of what mental disorders Jazzy has probably developed and the habits that come from it)

Nick: *Hell. Maybe they can help her snap out of this state she's in. He's not going to do her any good at this rate. Currently just pacing outside smoking and mulling things over. He knows he ought to quit but he's pretty stressed at the whole ordeal*

Gardio: *finishes his meal. He took his time. He goes back to Lucille* Lucille: *staring out the window from her bed. Watching the sea and the farm. She sighs sadly. Wonders briefly what it would be like to be swallowed by the ocean. Probably not as romantic as she briefly imagines* Gardio: Hey, sweetie. How are you doing Lucille: Thinking about the ocean. Gardio: *nods solemnly* It isn't as peaceful as you think. Lucille: I know. It's pretty deceptive. Gardio: *hums to himself* Thinking of keeping you company tonight. Lucille: Dad... no. There's no other bed. Gardio: I'll sleep on the ground on a bunch of blankets. Lucille: You'll be bone tired come morning. Plus you're a Glowing One- I'm surprised I'm not suffering from radiation sickness, yet. Gardio: Despite my glow, the radiation I passively give off isn't enough to hurt a person badly. However, you might be adapting to the wasteland, too. *shrugs* Lucille: ...I still don't think it's a good idea, especially with my ankle.

Jasmine: (Starts kicking her feet even harder as she squirms, shrieking in frustration that she can’t move much)

Ma: (Tries not to sigh out loud in exasperation, she doesn’t want Jas to think she’s being a burden. She just wants the girl to feel safe and sleep) “Why did you take off your dress, sweetheart? Is it because you’re feeling too hot? Would you like me to fetch you a lighter nightgown?”

Jasmine: (Just shrieks and cries out some more, trying to pry Ma’s arms off from around her waist)

Ma: (Patiently, tightening her hold so Jas doesn’t fall off the bed but not too much that it hurts) “I told you Rosie, your father will be back soon. I can promise you that. But for now you’ll have to wait here for him.” (To Donovan) “Hand me the cloth and water from the dresser?”

Donovan: (Does just that)

Ma: (Starts cleaning the blood off the teens hands and face, humming while she does so. She might try to clip Jas’s nails as well to keep her from further scratching herself, although she’s too erratic right now)

Gardio: Well I could always get Nick to stay the night. Lucille: *scoffs* He doesn't have the time. I'm sure he'd shut down the agency just to take care of his infant teenage daughter. Gardio: Don't judge. She's probably been through a lot more than you know. Lucille: *turns her head back towards the window with a huff. Everyone apologizes for Jas's actions except Jas herself. Not once has the teen said she's sorry for any of the pain she's caused her supposed sister. She wouldn't even stand up for her when Donovan was interrogating her back at the orphanage* Gardio: Lucille, be reasonable. Lucille: I am... I'm just tired of everything to do with Jasmine right now... even Nick. *hurts to say that but she is. Even with him bringing her back to her senses, before, she still feels distant from the old synth*

Teshteal: *cups Joyce’s cheek and takes the opportunity to kiss her deeply, tongue and all* Joyce: (Squeals with delight, opening her mouth slightly as she holds her boyfriend tightly, ruffling his hair with her fingers)

Ma: (Swaddles the girl up in a blanket so it’s harder for her to fight and possibly hurt herself. She makes sure to leave a little wiggle room so she doesn’t feel completely trapped)

Jasmine: (Weakly, tears streaming down her cheeks as her muscles relax) “N-no!”

Ma: (Starts rocking back and forth on the bed, patting the girls lower back) “Hush now, Rosie. You must be exhausted.”

Jasmine: (Brokenly) “Daddy! No….” (Since her mind is so fractured, she can’t grasp the fact that he’s not abandoning her. All she knows is that he snapped at her angrily then disappeared from the room)

Ma: (Patiently once more, wiping some hair off her face) “He’ll be back soon, dear. For now, you can rest.”

Donovan: (Sits there with his head in his hands, unable to wrap his mind around the fact that the baby had a baby. Not that Jas is an actual infant, but she’s so young and small… That plus the fact that it was mostly likely from the cause of a cruel case of rape just rubs more salt in the wounds. He’s still debating when he’ll give this information to Ma, not that it’ll ever be easy but now still doesn’t feel like the right time)

Nick: *pacing still. Trying to walk off the stress*

Gardio: Sweetheart, I'm worried about you- Lucille: I know but I'll be fine. I promise. Gardio: *frowns but quietly nods* Okay... please yell if you need me. *leaves* Lucille: *keeps staring at the sea*

Teshteal: *very much freely explores her mouth this time with his forked tongue. Eventually it wraps around hers and tries to pull on it*

Joyce: (Pulls back and pouts when the timer goes off and they have to separate, quickly putting on oven mitts so she can take out the warm tray off cookies and set it down on top of the stove)

Jasmine: (Whimpers, trying to wiggle out of the blanket but the claws of sleep are pulling her in. She doesn’t want to fall asleep, she can almost guarantee that she’ll have nightmares and is afraid of what’ll happen to her while she does so)

Ma: (Gives the girl a kiss on the head, pressing her forehead against hers while she continues to rock on the bed to lull her to sleep)

Donovan: (Telling himself not to speculate too much in this instance, it won’t do him any good right now. He just needs to focus on doing what he’s always done, and that’s looking out for his family and keeping them safe)

Joyce: (Pulls back and pouts when the timer goes off and they have to separate, quickly putting on oven mitts so she can take out the warm tray off cookies and set it down on top of the stove) Teshteal: *pouts a little but lightens up. They have all night after dessert to kiss* Joyce: (Transfers the cookies onto a rack cool down with a spatula, mouth starting to water at the gooey goodness that smells heavenly) “Mhmmm. The smell is amazing…”

Jasmine: (Starts trembling like a scared little bunny but she stops struggling, nodding off further into sleep. She’s not happy about it one bit, but she’s lost the battle…)

Ma: (Sadly smiles down at the girl as she finally settles down) “Heh. The five S’s…”

Donovan: (Snaps back into reality, rubbing his forehead) “Hm?”

Ma: (Gestures at Jas with her head) “The five S’s, for settling down crying and fussing tykes. Seems to work on this one as well.” (Goes back to assuring the teen that she’s still safe and can sleep)

Donovan: (Blinks at Jas for a moment in thought, watching as the feisty and angry kitten melt into the sweetheart he once knew who’s quietly crying from the pain she’s in, then stands and walks out of the room)

Ma: “Where are you going?”

Donovan: “To get a rocking chair for you two.” (Quickly heads into Ma’s room and picks up the spare rocking chair she keeps in there, bringing it into the guest room)

Ma: (Frowns a little, not wanting him to lift anything heavy right now but doesn’t mention it. She rises with the girl in her arms and sits in the chair, adjusting the teen so she’s snuggled up closely with the blanket still around her)

Jasmine: (Whines in confusion at the sudden movement, squirming around with some leftover energy then settles in by nuzzling up against Ma’s chest, sobbing quietly with her thumb in her mouth)

Teshteal: *thinks they look absolutely delicious. His nose twitches at the lovely smell* I could just eat them all up. *reaches out but stops* But I won't. *puts his hands back at his sides. Very slight forced smile* Gotta wait for the others! Joyce: (Nods, getting out bowls for the ice cream) “I wonder when they’ll be ready for dessert... Or if they want any at all.” (Longingly gazes at the cookies)

Jasmine: (Weakly pleas for the pain and memories to stop in her half-sleep, biting down on her thumb)

Ma: (Now that Jas is no longer moving she carefully unwraps her so she isn’t so hot and stuffy under the blanket, gently draping a sheet over both of them instead)

Jasmine: (Fearful that her dad left her just like her aunt and birth mother did- absolutely terrified at the thought that she'll have to navigate and brave the storm alone again)

Ma: "Ssh, love. You're safe here with us." (Starts rubbing the girls stomach and sides as she did earlier in a tender circular pattern, rocking in the chair to create a soothing motion)

Nick: *considering leaving Jas here with them when they make their trek to the vault, still. Her and Teshteal. It'll be too risky to take them there especially since both are susceptible to commands*

Lucille: *thinking about what Jas signed at her and winces. She still thinks the girl is right. She's had it easy compared to her... mutters to herself* Such a selfish bxtch...

Teshteal: Should I go ask...? *waves his tail up and down a little as he eyes the cookies hungrily* Joyce: (Nods her head eagerly, so hyped about dessert that she’s almost shaking and frothing at the mouth)

Jasmine: (Blubbers again when Ma does the gentle rubs, lulling her into a deeper sleep. She wont be happy at all if Nick leaves her behind to go to the vault that is a several days trip away, that's another meltdown waiting to happen)

Ma: (Quietly to herself as she rocks and massages Jas) "I’ve got her Angélica... Your baby girl is alive. She's in good hands with her father...” (Remembering her late friend, thinking about how grateful she would be that her daughter made it through the bombs. She'd be heartbroken that the girl had to endure so much terror to get here, but also mighty proud that she got this far)

Jasmine: (Tries to nestle herself even closer to Ma by pressing her face above the neckline of her dress after moving it to the side slightly so she can hear her heartbeat and feel her skin. She’s craving the sense of protection and warmth close contact to another person brings that she was deprived of for so long)

Ma: (Smiles down at the teen, not minding one bit as she continues to rub her stomach and lower back)

Jasmine: (Hums softly in content, sucking her thumb as she breathes in sync with Ma and listens to her rhythmic heartbeat. Her free hand grips the motherly woman's dress to further secure herself)

Donovan: (Almost starts shedding some tears again as he witnesses this, swearing that he'll gut the bastards that dared to hurt the sweet and precious little girl. If he hadn’t lived for so long and had witnessed firsthand how cruel people are capable of being he’d question how they would have the guts when she looks so innocent)

Lucille: *wonders if she should just leave for 88. After that blow up, she doubts they'll ever be on good terms again. It would be doing everyone a favor and at least she'd be alive...*

Teshteal: *nods and bounds over to Gardio who's checking the fire* Dessert? Gardio: *blinks, processing what he's asking* Sure. *gets up to grab some cookies and icecream* Joyce: (Opens the freezer and pulls out a large container of homemade Neapolitan ice cream, quickly fetching a scoop from the drawers)

Gardio: *to Teshteal* Check if Lucille wants a cookie please. *smiles when he notices the neopolitan* Oh, how did they make this? *admiring the fact they even have it out in the wasteland. Then again. It's a miracle their house looks like one right from before the war.

Donovan: (Stands and starts undoing Jas’s bed, swapping out her slightly bloodied sheets for fresh ones) Ma: (Takes a damp rag with one hand and dabs it on the back of Jazzy’s neck and shoulders to keep her cool, carefully tossing her loose curls back so she’s not smothered under them) Jasmine: (Asleep, but still partly aware of her surroundings as she dreams of nothing. She can feel the cool rag on her skin along with the motion of her back being rubbed)

Teshteal: Sure thing, boss! *climbs up to the attic* Lucille? You want any dessert? Lucille: ...No. I don't deserve it. Teshteal: Oh boy... *heavy huff. Tries to put on the charm* You sure? It's really good! The cookies are fresh~! Lucille: Save them for someone who isn't some selfish brute. Teshteal: *frowns and looks down. He's not going to keep pressing. Just goes downstairs to ask Donovan and Ma if they want any dessert. He feigns a smile so they don't worry about anyone else than Jasmine*

Donovan: (Fluffs up the sheets on Jas’s bed so it’s nice and comfy for when they tuck her in later)

Ma: (Raises her head from the top of Jazzy’s when Teshteal comes into the room, smiling warmly at him) “Hello dear, how are you holding up?”

Donovan: (Turns around, also giving a friendly but tired smile at Teshteal)

Jasmine: (Sniffles and shuffles a little with a small cry)

Ma: (Shushes her and keeps rubbing her back and stomach, rocking the chair a bit more)

Teshteal: Just fine. Would either of you like dessert? *maintains his false smile the entire time he's there, only letting it drop when it seems appropriate*

Joyce: (Starts scooping ice cream for herself, offering Gardio the scoop when she’s done) “We get a shipment of prewar produce and ingredients from some vaults that grow them. I’m not sure about the details though, you’ll have to ask Ma or Donny about that.” Gardio: Too bad you can't grow your own... *smiles as he takes the spoon and scoops two large piles of multiflavored icecream into the bowl* It's been quite a while since I've had icecream. Joyce: “Yeah, they require a special and specific kind of care that you can only really find in vaults. I’m pretty sure these vaults that this stuff comes from are very exclusive about who gets what.” (Shrugs her shoulders, taking three cookies) “But Mama has her ways, and I’m grateful for that because this food is heavenly.” (Her emerald green eyes widen with delight as they fixate on her bowl)

Donovan: “Oh… We didn’t even eat our dinner yet.” (Glances at Ma who won’t be able to eat until after she’s done holding Jas)

Ma: (Waves her hand at her son while dampening the cloth again) “Go on down and eat, love. I think we’re fine in here for now.” (Rests her head back on top of Jazzy’s)

Jasmine: (Settles down and goes back to breathing evenly against Ma’s chest, her fingers tightening on her house dress)

Donovan: (Might just grab his food and come on back up here, he rather stay close to the two. Although, he still wants to check up on Joyce, he doesn’t doubt she’s still upset about what she witnessed earlier)

Teshteal: Alright! *scampers out. He would go back to the kitchen but he wonders where his possum toy is so he looks for that*

Donovan: (He walks over to give his mother a kiss on the head, then gently pets Jazzy’s hair) “I’ll be back soon, call if you need anything.” (Leaves downstairs)

Lucille: *still laying in bed. If she wasn't convinced Jas hated her before, that blow up really proved her right. Maybe Patriot was right when he wrote his note before his death. Mutters* Monster...

Gardio: Very. *nods then after a moment of silently eating their cookies and icecream* You and Teshteal seem to have gotten really close. How's that been so far?

Joyce: (Was stuffing her face with a cookie that had ice cream slathered all over it) “Oh, It’s been wonderful-…” (Stops short when her older brother walks into the kitchen, setting down her spoon)

Donovan: (Smiles at the two, giving a kind nod to his sister) “Hey JoJo…” (Notices her expression and his face fills with concern, opening his arms)

Joyce: (Scratch that about what she said about feeling fine, because within seconds she’s bolting across the kitchen to tackle Donny in a hug with tears in her eyes)

Donovan: (Wraps her up in a tight embrace) “Are you alright? You didn’t get hurt, did you?”

Joyce: (Muffled in his shoulder) “Did YOU get hurt!” (Still shook at the fight she witnessed, followed by gunshots and a brief glimpse of the girl covered in blood)

Teshteal: *suddenly remembers Nick and runs out to ask him* Want any dessert? Nick: *looks up from his thoughts* Hm-? No, thank you. I'm a little busy thinking- Teshteal: Okay! *runs back in and looks for his plushie*

Lucille: *pulling on a loose wire in her arm. She winces. Tells herself she deserves this pain. It's the least she can do to atone for her crimes*

Gardio: *blinks at the sudden change of her mood. Feels like he didn't gage the situation right. Then again, a friendly chat is usually a nice distraction from a recent scary situation*

Donovan: (Pats her back assuredly) “I’m fine, it’s nothing I have not felt before."

Joyce: (Shakes her head) “There were gunshots!! The window broke!”

Donovan: (Winces at the reminder of what Jas tried to do to herself) “They weren’t aimed or meant for me, she wasn’t trying to hurt me…”

Jasmine: (Whines and squirms at the bad memories coming at her while she tries to rest off her fever and injuries) Ma: “Shhh, little one. You’re safe and sound here. (Rubs her with a little more pressure just to help assure her, singing one of Jas’s lullabies to soothe the girl) “A la nanita nana, nanita ella nanita ella. Mi niña tiene sueño bendito sea, bendito sea….” Jasmine: (Melts once her fractured mind refocuses on the sweet lullaby and the comforting warmth from her skin. She misses her Dad terribly still, she rather be in his arms right now. But he's gone- he just evaporated into thin air)

Teshteal: *finds his stuffed possum. It's so much fluffier and soft now and he can't help but give it a big hug because of that* Possum! *smiling like a giant child*

Lucille: *tears up. With each pull, she sends a shockwave of pain shooting through her shoulder. She briefly entertains that this is what Jasmine wants- for her to suffer. Even if it's not true*

Gardio: *stands* I can help with your injuries, Donovan. *walks over and sets a hand on the other ghoul's shoulder. He shuts his eyes and focuses, releasing a burst of radiation through his hand and over the other ghoul*

Joyce: (Steps back while this happens, sniffling on her tears as she eats her ice cream)

Donovan: (Immediately starts to feel much brighter and stronger, his headache disappearing) "Whew, thank you! That feels much better." (Grateful smile)

Nick: *might stay out there till morning. He needs more than a couple hours away from Jas* Jasmine: (Keeps sucking on her thumb, sleeping like an angel child for now. At least until her nightmares and unstable mind become too much for her to handle again and she starts flaring around) Ma: (Looking out the window, continuing to sing the old Spanish lullaby since it seems to help Jazzy as she holds the fragile girl and hopes she stays fast asleep until her father returns) “Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora. Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora. Calla mientras la cuna se balancea. A la nanita nana, nanita ella….”

Lucille: *gets to the point where she's crying from the pain she's inflicting on herself. She soon has to stop or risk damaging the connection of the wire. She's not going to get any sleep thanks to this... not that she thinks she deserves sleep*

Teshteal: *comes back in, clutching his possum friend in his arms, its paws sticking out on top of them. Notices Joyce crying and freezes* Oh- Did something happen? *slowly and timidly walks over to his girlfriend*

Donovan: (Wraps his arms back around Joyce to comfort her, giving Tehsteal a somber look) “She’s just a little scared about earlier….”

Joyce: (Poor girl isn’t used to violence like this, the more complicated and deeper kind where emotions are entangled into the mix)

Teshteal: *looks down at his stuffed toy* I know it's not much but... *holds it out to Joyce with both hands* You can hold him if it helps. He helped calm me down when I was scared sometimes. *smiles*

Joyce: (Takes the stuffed possum with a small chuckle of gratitude at her boyfriend) “Thank you…”

Donovan: (Plays with some of Joyce’s golden hair, pecking a kiss on her forehead) “Although, I suppose we are all rattled.” (Pats her back) “Don’t worry about hiding it for the sake of everyone else...”

Joyce: (Goes back to hugging her older brother tightly while with clutching the possum, crying a little more. Donny and Ma are the first people she met who were kind to her, who sheltered her and became her only family. She can’t imagine what she would do if one of them suddenly died…)

Teshteal: *wraps his arms around Joyce from behind to give her a hug, turning this into one big group hug. He rubs his cheek on on the back of her head into her hair*

Joyce: (Chuckles again as she’s incased into one giant hug, humming softly)

Donovan: (Gives a quick pat on Teshteals shoulder in thanks of watching out for Joyce earlier, then goes back to petting her hair)

Dogmeat: (Comes trotting up the stairs to the attic, going straight up to Lucille and whining with big puppy eyes. He starts trying to sniff her, putting is front paws on the bed)

Lucille: *quietly without looking at him* Don't worry about me, boy... I'll be fine. Go back down stairs and play with Pirate...

Pirate: (Already upstairs as well, whining with concern and doing soft little woofs) Dogmeat: (Sniffs the air where Lucille’s arm should’ve been, looking back at Pirate as if to say, “Yo, she’s being a liar! We just heard her cry out in pain.” He then jumps down from the bed to go snitch on Lucille by alerting Nick as that’s what he’s used to doing) Pirate: (Follows him downstairs and out of the doggy door into the night) Dogmeat: (Trots up to Nick, barking with urgency while pawing at the pacing detective)

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