#just.. rest. relax. i know you'll figure things out tomorrow.

[cozyships]

spoilers for t:t//dp if anyone is worried about that ^-^

when your new criminal "friend" is like, "So yeah, this is what I've been doing lol" and it's cool and whatever, but you're like, "Hey... don't you think this is all pretty weird? Like, I feel like something is up here. The money seems good, but you don't know these guys, and it's weird they'd want this stuff, " and he's just like. Shrugs. "Whatever. Not like any of that stuff is real anyway lol"

And a few nights later the city is under threat by an old god.

#and you KNOW its connected and you want to scold him after you know hes safe and okay. #he drives me crazy. yeah i get youre grumpy and pissed right now but so am i. i was worried sick and youre hurt. so just. lay down. rest #g//arrett you stress me out. I'm not actually gonna scold you. youre having a bad enough time. #just.. rest. relax. i know you'll figure things out tomorrow. #sorry I'm. insane rn abt this #cozy speaks #r: off balance #'he wouldnt say Anything about this to Anyone' i'm different. shhh let me have this

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part thirteen —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.

"Twix."

Blue says your name in a single exhale of relief. You didn't expect her to be awake. She sits with her legs outstretched by a barely-there fire as you enter the cabin, the busted door groaning shut behind you. Fatigue sinks you to the floor beside her. You're about to curl your numb hands within the long sleeves of your new jacket, but the burn on your fingers makes you wince from the friction.

“You're filthy." She reaches for your hand, gently inspecting the burn. "And someone hurt you."

"Well, technically, I hurt them."

Blue shakes her head, the tone of her voice hardening the moment she drops your hand. "You shouldn't have gone."

"It was important—"

"It was stupid. You saw how those guys tried to kill us!" She huffs out a breath before snapping her gaze back to the flames. "You... you didn't tell me you were leaving. You didn't even say goodbye. I just woke up and you were gone.”

"I didn't want to wake you this morning because you needed rest,” you reason.

"That's a shitty excuse," she grumbles back, gesturing to the pink bracelet on her wrist. "I may not have a lot of friends, but I do know they're supposed to tell each other things like this."

Your eyes trail down from the burnt skin on your fingers, red and bubbly, to the cheap, plastic beads encompassing your wrist.

"You're right," you speak softly. "I should have told you."

A few minutes lapse in thick silence. In the midst of it, you swallow a few chalky pills to help with all the pain. You've been conservative in using them so far, but with your additional score of medicine, you figure you can afford some relief. There's no way you'll be able to sleep with your bitten wrist throbbing incessantly.

You're about to lean against the wall and let your eyes flutter shut when Blue speaks again, this time her voice so quiet you wonder if you're imagining it. 

"You know, I was excited to go on this trip," she whispers, still looking at the fire. "I even secretly hoped we'd run into other people, just because—" she pauses to swallow, "—because I never get to meet any. And the ones we have met, my dad always kills. Except for you."

She drags her sleeve over her face and it’s now you notice she is crying. A knot forms in your throat and, after the day you've had, you struggle to find the right words. 

"He kills them for a reason," you settle on, voice equally hushed. "A lot of people are—"

"A threat, I know." Blue repeats the words like a bitter mantra, then looks at her bandaged leg. "What does it feel like?" she asks after a moment, sliding her glossy eyes to yours. “Killing a person. Ghost told me it feels just like killing an animal or a Grey."

You inhale, then fix your stare to the dark ceiling. "No— I don't think it feels the same. It's much worse. I still get sick from it,” you admit.

"How many have you killed?"

"I don't remember anymore, but not that many." Certainly not as many as Ghost has. "It was always in self-defense. Always because I had to."

"I wish nobody ever had to," she says.

"I know. Me, too.”

With a sigh, she carefully scoots closer to you. "I'm sorry for getting mad. I just want to go home.”

"Don't be sorry. I’m the one who is sorry." You shake your head and offer her a shoulder until both of you have your backs against the wall. Her hair tickles your cheek. A small hand slips around your waist in a tender embrace, her fingers latching onto the fabric of the jacket. The sore muscles of your core flex instinctively from the touch before you finally force yourself to relax. It’s just Blue.

"Your dad says we're going back tomorrow,” you whisper, jaw grazing the crown of her head. “Sleep. It'll be a long day again."

"A long day for you maybe," she murmurs against your shoulder. "I get to ride on his back."

"Lucky you." You drape the heavy blanket over your bodies. Together you are warmer, if only by a little. 

Deft wind whooshes through the trees, kissing your wet skin. Splotches of wriggling orange and red follow the water's current, along with a trail of brown muck as you scrub your breasts, hair, and cheeks. The sight of fish makes your stomach grumble. It's been far too long since you've had anything but squirrel and deer and berries, but this is not the time or place to ponder a way to catch one. The blue wash of early morning lightens with each second that passes. You wring out your hair, rewrap your wrist, and put your clothes back on before carefully climbing up the slope, satisfied enough with your icy bath.

"Ready," you announce, blowing a white breath into your hands and rubbing them together. Ghost crouches down so Blue can teeter onto his back. The backpack full of ammo hugs his front. He appears exceptionally bulky with all the baggage, and yet, he makes it look effortless.

Together, you head towards the infamous bridge, if one could call it that. Silvery fog makes it hard to see more than ten meters ahead of you, but Ghost seems to have the area memorized. Your hands ball up in your pockets, feeling empty and useless. With no bow, you have to rely on Ghost to get you back. It's a weird thing. Though, you suppose if there's anyone you'd want to be stuck out here with, it would be him. His presence alone offers more safety than the measly knife around your ankle.

"Ghost, we should go behind her," Blue says when you reach the beam.

He steps aside to allow you on first. "Try not to go for a swim this time."

A flush of pink bites your cheeks, though you blame it on the cold. It's hard to believe just four days ago you slipped off this thing. With his hands preoccupied, Ghost can't hold onto your shoulders like before, but he lingers close behind and repeatedly orders you to keep your eyes on the bank. 

Once you're all across, a calm quiet settles, a vast contrast to how talkative Blue was the first time around. It makes you absentmindedly pick the skin around your nails. By the time you reach the road, you've looked behind your shoulder at least ten times, half-expecting to spot a burnt face hiding among the trees. Squirrels prattle by. A starling calls above your head. But no people. You force your eyes onward and take a deep breath.

"So, uh, would you rather get mauled by a bear," you break the silence, stepping over a stray tire, "—or be struck by lightning?"

It takes a second for Blue to respond. "Oh. That's a good one. Do I have a gun while the bear attacks me?"

"No. No weapons. Just you and the bear."

"Then lightning." She pats Ghost's shoulder. "Could you take a bear?"

"On a good day, maybe," he answers.

"What about you, Twix?"

"No," you instantly scoff, kicking at a rock. "A bear would rip me apart. I would choose lightning because it'd be quick."

"Okay, I have one," Blue quips. "Would you rather be ripped in half, or fall off a tall building?"

"Ripped in half by what?" Ghost asks, tilting his head back.

"It doesn't matter." You can hear the roll of her eyes.

"It does matter. Might change my answer."

"Fall off a building," you interject. "The way down would suck, but I bet you don't feel a thing once you hit the ground."

"But you'd look like a dead bug," says Blue.

"I don't care what I look like. I'll be dead."

Ghost clears his throat. "My turn, then."

"No! You have to pick one," she exclaims. 

"Building," he drawls. A shadow of movement passes to the right of you. You naturally flinch closer to them, but it's just a doe hunkering down tall weeds that reach out of the concrete. A chuff of breath leaves your lips as you look away, only to find Ghost staring at you. For a few seconds, his eyes flicker between you and the deer before he goes back to focusing straight ahead. 

"Would you rather," he begins, "—chop off all your fingers, or take out your own eyes?"

"What do I use to take out my eyes?" Blue asks.

"Knife."

"I guess my eyes," she winces. "I mean, I'd rather get rid of two things than ten."

They both glance at you expectantly. A frigid gust of northern air takes hold of your hair, so you tuck the unruly strands behind your ears. "Uh, fingers," you decide after a moment. "I could probably live without them."

In the village, the air stinks enough for Ghost to come to a halt. Before, he was able to pass right through. This time, a group of fourteen or fifteen Greys seems to be trapped on the main street between a crumbled wall and a fallen telephone pole. He has to decide between expending ammo or time. It's not long before he nods to a small building and the three of you scale the rusted fire escape. From the safe distance of the roof, he takes out the Greys one by one with an accuracy that barely leaves a dent in the ample stockpile of cartridges. With the route cleared, he's saved at least an hour or two of precious daylight. 

The fog lifts. The ambery sun tries to peek through the clouds, but the sky is bent on staying grey. By the time you are back, your blisters have blisters. Blue has fallen asleep, cheek smushed against the back of Ghost's neck. Relief, thick and palpable, tastes sweet on your tongue. The fence, the rabbit hutch, the much-cozier cabin; none of it is home to you, but still, it calls your name in a welcoming coo. 

You have to aim Ghost's flashlight so he can unlock the gate. Blue stirs, but her eyes remain closed even when he pushes inside the cabin. It's shrouded in darkness. You prop the flashlight on the table as his boots scuffle against the floor.

He puts her to bed. As he does, you feel around for the sofa and nearly choke when your worn fingertips graze shabby fabric. Not icy water or solid wood or muddy ground, but something soft. You're about to sink into it, your bones desperate for the springy cushions, when he returns to the threshold of the hallway with an ugly, flannel sheet in his hands. 

"Here."

It's hard to be certain if you thank him or not; your brain conjures up the words, but your voice doesn't seem to function quite right. One thing is certain: you accept the sheet, tuck it on with urgency, and then lay down, burying your face in the crook of the pillow and arm. You kick off your boots and let the darkness take you, swift and heavy. It could be a coma or death disguised as sleep, and you figure you'd still slip into it without fuss. 

Those first days back are quiet. Blissfully uneventful. You sleep and sleep. In fact, you don't move from the couch except to relieve yourself and eat a little. Ghost and Blue don't seem to do much, either. Or maybe you just don't notice.

At one point, you wake up to a small stack of shirts beside the couch. All black. One long sleeve, the rest short. You change into one and continue sleeping. 

At another point, Blue hovers above you with a whisper that draws out a groan from you. "Hey. Ghost is making me skin some rabbits. Apparently, it's the only chore I can't get out of. Do you want to help me?"

"I think I'm good." You stuff the pillow over your face to make your point. 

"You've been sleeping for three days, you know."

"I could go for another three."

She takes the hint and staggers away. Walking now. You hear her right leg drag a little.

The sleep is good until it's not.

On the fifth night, you're no longer fatigued enough to keep the dreams squandered. They start as whispers. Hoarse and gritty. Then they get louder and louder, shouting your name until they are so loud it feels like someone is screaming in your ear. Different voices blend into an indecipherable cacophony. One screams in pain; another in anger. You feel someone's cold fingers take hold of your neck and are finally pried awake, flying up against the couch with fiery pants burning through your lungs. But all that's there is a dark room.

Sweat clings to every inch of you. It feels like everything is on fire, and all you want to do is cool down. You haven't bathed since the river. Catching your breath, you swing your legs down and quietly pad to the bathroom where you hope a little water is left. Luckily, in the glint of moonlight, you find a bucket used for washing hands and scoop some to your face. Then, you comb it through your sweat-laced hair. 

You unwrap your wrist and brush your fingers over the bite. You dab some water on it. You can't see well, but you feel the constellation of congealed scabs beneath your fingertips. Scars. Wounds. Your nostrils flare as a you wonder if one day you'll be so covered in them you won't even look like yourself. It's a good thing there is not enough light to spot the reflection of your face in the mirror, because you're not thrilled to greet the one now on your brow.

On your way out of the bathroom, something solid and immobile blocks your path. You startle backward, sucking in air as you peer up at a masked face. Ghost. It's Ghost. You haven't spoken to him since getting back, and in this moment, you long for the ability to push past him, but his wide shoulders consume the narrow hall. 

It's silly to think you can avoid him when you sleep in the same space now. The thing is— you have no idea what to think of him. Before, it was easy to settle on fear of how easily he could snap your neck, and annoyance for how he treated you. And then, when forced to, you could engage in a pragmatic conversation about how to keep yourselves alive.

But now, you don't know what you are supposed to feel around him, and you have spent zero time reflecting on it so far.

"Sorry. I was just, uh, washing my face."

"In the middle of the night?" he rasps, tilting his gaze down.

You teeter back a step, keeping a healthy bubble of space between your bodies. You're not sure why he hasn't just moved out of the way, or what he would be up and about for at this hour, but briefly, you wonder if he is suspicious of you. If after everything you went through, he still thinks you're trying to do something and might send you back to the shed. The three of you relieve yourself outside the cabin since the plumbing doesn't work, so it certainly does seem odd that you'd be in the bathroom during the night. 

"I was sweating a lot." Inwardly, you curse at yourself. "I mean, I haven't bathed since we got back, and I..." You trail off in a whisper.

"And you what?"

"I don't know." You fiddle with the hem of the oversized shirt he gave you. "I'm not trying to kill you or your daughter in your sleep, though, if that's what you're thinking."

He simply stares at you. It feels like he can see right through you, and your eyes drop to your wool socks. Then, he murmurs, “I wasn't thinking that."

"Okay," you reply carefully. "Could you... please move, then?"

Finally, he steps out of the way, but you feel the burn of his eyes on your skin as you brush past him. 

"Twix."

You pause, looking back. "Yes?"

A shake of his head. And then: "Take a proper bath tomorrow. You could use it.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. "Will do." 

With that, you crawl back onto the couch.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #cod #ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #zombie apocolypse au

[thebearer]

hey 🫶🏻 if you could would you be willing to write a piece where carmys girl has been wildly stressed with work or whatever and can’t sleep at night and he calms her down and they talk abt it. then they make some food together or somethin 💗

You waited until Carmen was asleep, the soft snores growing louder and louder, body fully relaxed against the mattress before you slipped out, snagging your laptop off the chair and tip toeing to the living room.

You'd been working on the marketing pitch for days now, the deadline dwindling closer and closer. Normally, you would leave work at work, but this one was huge. Every resting moment, you found your mind racing back to something else you might have missed. Carmen had told you it was perfect, insisted on it, trying to pull you back to him. You knew he was just worried about you, didn't want you spiraling and spinning out like he did, but you couldn't help the racing of your heart.

The blue light glow made you flinch, jabbing the button to lower the brightness. You turned your head down the hall, listening for any sign that Carmen was awake, only to be greeted with a hearty snore instead.

Good, I'll just go over it one more time. Make sure the visuals are right for the vision board. Fuck, I think they might be too crowded.

Your mind raced, hunched over at the countertop, fingertips flying over keys, dragging over the touch pad, chewing anxiously on your lip before reverting it all and trying again. It was only supposed to be a quick look, a final go through so you could go back to sleep.

Carmen's voice, softly calling your name had you jumping, head snapping towards the shuffling, sleepy figure creeping towards you. "Baby, it's three am." Carmen's voice rasped, heel of his hand rubbing his eye. "What're you doin'?"

"I just... I have to finish this really quick, and then I'll come to bed." You whispered softly, hoping your gentle tone would lull him back to bed.

"C'mon, don't do this t'me." Carmen begged, tired blue eyes that had your heart flitting even in the moonlight. "Come to bed."

"Carmy, I'll be right there. I just have to finish this last-"

"-Come to bed." Carmen's voice was firmer now, one hand extended out to you. "You're off the clock. What did I tell ya? It's not business hours, you don't worry about it."

You rolled your eyes, looking back at your screen. "Yeah, you're one to talk." You muttered. "I just have to finish this, Carm, ok? If I don't good on this, I'll get fired."

"You're not gonna get fired." Carmen said softly, scooting steps closer to you. He was warm, pressed against your back, still soft from sleep. You leaned back into the touch, eye lids pulling gently.

"This presentation is perfect, and you know it. I know it. We all know it." Carmen muttered. "You're gonna do great tomorrow, but not if you don't sleep, ok?"

You knew he was right- fuck, of course he was right. If you weren't so sleepy, you would be mad, but the idea of his arms and your warm bed were too alluring at this moment. You saved your changes, letting Carmen pull you back to bed, laptop on the charger and your face buried in the soft cotton of his chest.

"You're gonna do great, you know that right?" Carmen muttered.

"Yeah," You scoffed. "What if I don't? Then I'll be unemployed-"

"-You won't." Carmen's hand rubbed down your spine. "But if it does, we'll figure it out."

"But-"

"We'll figure it out." Carmen said, chin tucking so he could look at you. "But you'll do great. You're great at everything you do. Fuckin' amazes me, ya know? You just don't even try and you're just great."

"No, I'm not." You blushed, melting into his chest at the words.

"You are." Carmen nodded. "You've got that-that thing, ya know? You just impress everyone so easily. You could sell anything without tryin'. It blows me away."

"Thank you." You muttered softly, pressing yourself into his chest, the burn in your chest growing, emotional at his sweet words. "I love you. Thank you f'saying that."

"Not just sayin' it. It's true and you know it." Carmen grins, lips brushing the top of your head. "I love you, baby. Gonna keep my arms around you this time so you don't escape again." He tightened his grip around you playfully, your soft giggles making his chest bloom with comforting warmth.

#carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #thebearerblurbs #thebearer #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto smut #carmy smut #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto fic #the bear season 2 #the bear hulu #the bear #carmy x you

[pedrithink]

pain ✩ kylian mbappé

summary: kylian feels insecure with everything people say about him and you remind him of who he really is.

ky: i'm going to home a little late today

you: what's wrong?

ky: i'm going to my mother's house

ky: go to sleep, baby. see you tomorrow when you wake up.

Even though Kylian has made it clear that he will be home later, you took a long time to fall asleep. You know what happened, you saw the mean comments and you simply can't stand Kylian hiding that he's not affected by them anymore.

You were dozing and wake up at the exact moment when you hear Kylian leaning against your bedroom door. Your brain goes on alert the moment you turn on the lamp and see his red, swollen eyes, you sit up in bed and this attracts his attention to you.

"Hey, baby. Why are you up at this hour, hm?" Kylian moves closer to you and strokes your hair lightly, you can't even concentrate on what he's saying.

"Why are your eyes like that?"

Kylian sighs and quickly tries to let a weak smile grow on his face. "Don't worry, it's nothing."

Your face contort with pure annoyance and worry. "How is it nothing? Kylian, please." You pull his hand so that he sits beside you on the bed and run your thumb over his cheek. "You come home late, and when you do, it's like you've cried rivers of tears. Don't hide from me."

"I'm not hiding, I'm fine." He lets out a nervous sigh and gets up to go to the bathroom. He just wants to take a shower, go to sleep and pretend this day never happened, that these worries will be stuck in today and gone by tomorrow.

You try to get up to go after Kylian and don't even bother to put on your slippers, you just want him to open up to you and not leave you in the same old mental mess. You want him not to be afraid to face his own feelings.

"Every time you do this." He is startled when he sees your figure behind him.

"First, go put on your slippers, or you'll catch cold." You let out an irritated snort, go to do as he says, but then turn back so he can finish talking. "Second, I always do what?"

"That." You point at him with such anxiety. "You get sad and cry and make me worry because you never trust me enough to tell me."

When he sees your worried eyes he bites his lower lip with unnecessary force. "Don't say that." He relaxes his body, leaning against the bathroom sink. "I trust you more than anything in this life."

"Then why don't you ever talk to me, Kyky?" You soften your expression and move closer to his body. "Every time I feel like crap, you're here for me. You hold my hands and make me remember all the good things that make me who I am."

He looks away from her and lets a sad expression take over his face. "Why don't you ever let me take care of you?"

You make it a point to rest your hand on his face and make him look into your eyes. Your heart aches to see the dark eyes that you love so much, that are so full of life and happiness and passion, so full of sadness and worry.

"I just don't want to fill your head with more problems." He murmurs.

"I want to know everything that surrounds you." You leave a light caress on his face. "It doesn't matter if it's little things, things you think are silly, and things that made you cry that much."

He throws his head back and rubs his eyes a little hard. He hates crying and even more so in front of other people, but it seems totally impossible to control the tears from falling.

"I'm just tired." When he lets out this statement you can only get closer to him and grab him by the hand. "Tired of having to explain myself with every line spoken, of having to endure these gratuitous online attacks." Kylian's brittle voice breaks your heart. "I pretend I don't care to see if I convince myself of the same thing." The ironic laugh that comes out of his lips makes your heart ache and you can only leave a caress on his palm.

"Ky, you don't have to be strong all the time. We all have feelings, it's totally understandable that you feel that way." You determine.

"I had to hear for the fifth time today that I'm self-centered and how my performance only drops every game because I'm selfish enough to want to own the fucking team." Kylian rubs his face with both hands and lets a stressed snort slide past his lips.

"But you know that's not who you are. You're the most amazing person I've ever met, Kylian."

"You forget some of your essence when the whole world determines who you are."

Kylian drops his gaze again and makes it visible to anyone how frustrated and exhausted he is with this situation. You can see how much this situation affects him and his heart aches knowing that you can't do much to help him.

For so long it has been eating at him and for so long he has tried to ignore these feelings so that they would not affect the people around him. He knows that with fame comes consequences, but he didn't imagine they would be so harsh.

"I'm…sorry." Kylian runs a hand across his forehead to try to remove the signs of upset. "I'm sorry for throwing all that at you."

"Don't say that, I like to hear you and know how you feel." Kylian lets a smile grow on his face at your statement and you let another caress run up his arm before pulling away so he can look into your eyes. You have so much to say to him, but the words seem to get stuck in your throat.

"Fear of other people's opinions is the first barrier that inhibits you from being happy and living your life the way you think is right, we stop taking care of ourselves to become what they want us to be." Kylian shakes his head positively and makes it clear that he is paying attention to everything you are saying. "You are the kindest, most loyal and loving person I have ever met in my life. When I was in my worst moments, you were there for me and in my best moments, you were happy for me. What is important is not what they make of us, but what ourselves make of what others have made of us."

Kylian bites his lower lip and runs his hand over it in an attempt to undo his frown. He knows you're right, but it seems so hard to believe.

"I know it's hard to believe right now, but I'm here for you and I'll always make sure to remind you of who you really are." He pulls you into a hug and leaves a simple caress on your back. "We need each other, to be ourselves." You murmur and deposit a kiss on his shoulder as you squeeze him in your arms.

He leaves a kiss on your forehead and pulls away to bring your lips closer together, he had missed kissing you so much. Everything was totally slow while Kylian's hands make their way around your waist, ass and back. In a constant caress.

You stay like this for a few minutes, but then you break the kiss, giving him three little kisses. "Now go take a bath, baby." You snap a loud slap on Kylian's ass.

"Oh no, that feels so good." He whimpers, trying to grab you again. "Kiss me again." He whispers in your ear and you almost melt, but you don't let him get away.

You push his body toward the shower. "Wait for me on the bed." He snaps his tongue out and flashes a cheeky grin in your direction.

A smile grows on your face at the sight of Kylian returning to normal and you are glad to see him excited again, you do everything you can to see him well.

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[writeforfandoms]

Island 2

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More conversations are had, plans are made, and you all make a run for another drop. Of course, things don't always go smoothly.

Warnings: Swearing, intense emotions, reader has Issues, canon typical violence, shooting at dinosaurs, blood, death (dinosaurs only), playing fast and loose with Ark mechanics.

Word count: 2.5k

Eventual Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x f!reader

All four of them helped you carry in the meat and berries, and you showed them where you kept everything. It took longer to pluck the dodos, leaving the feathers in a large basket. Gaz took over that for you, and you stood in the middle of the house for a minute, hands on your hips. 

“Taming really isn’t a day two topic,” you said, shaking your head a little. “But. Oh well.” You breathed in deep, fingers tapping against your hip. “Obviously you lot have seen Bessie and Watermelon. Taming creatures is generally not hard, but it is a process. The herbivores are the easiest, you just find their favorite berries and feed ‘em until they like you.” You paused there and then sighed. “You kind of have to take all of this with a grain of salt, because none of this makes sense. I just knew when Bessie was tame, same way I just know that hyaenadon will be ready to come in tomorrow. I didn’t have to train Bessie, she just knows.” You shrugged. 

“So, what, you just feed things until they follow you home?” Gaz didn’t look up from the dodo he was plucking. 

“I mean, with herbivores, yeah. And a few carnivores, like the hyaenadons. But most carnivores are much more dangerous.” You shook your head. “I’m honestly amazed Tom was able to tame Ripper. Raptors are dangerous and they’re pack hunters.”

“So how did he tame it?” Price crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Nuh uh.” You pointed a threatening finger at him. “Nope. Week two. Survive that long and I’ll teach you.” 

His eyes gleamed and he tipped his head to look down at you. “Fine.” 

“Are we goin’ for the green drop?” Soap asked as he finished piling meat in the preserving bin. 

“Haven’t decided. The closer you get to the mountain, the more dangerous the creatures are.” You shrugged, turning away to check your berries. You needed to do something with some of them. More hard biscuits, probably. Especially considering how many Gaz had eaten. “Gaz, let me know when you’re done with those dodos.”

“Will do.” He sneezed as a feather tried to drift up his nose, making Soap laugh at him. You just rolled your eyes. Children. 

The rest of the day passed in more or less easy work. Gaz picked up how to get the most meat off the birds quickly, only grumbling when Soap interrupted him. Ghost had vanished outside again, which you decided was Not Your Problem. Price had studied the map for a bit and then started poking around. 

It was not the same kind of quiet that you’d grown accustomed to since Jasper got killed. But it was quiet, mostly. 

Gaz helped you with dinner, which was good, because you weren't used to cooking for five. 

Dinner was quiet too. This time, Soap grabbed the dishes before you could, leaving you inside with Gaz and Price. Gaz stepped outside as well. 

Lovely. 

"You haven't searched for a way out?" Price asked, leaning back in his chair, hands folded together over his stomach. 

"I never said that," you shot back, a little annoyed. "Of course I have. Everyone has. And nobody's done it. This place is a fucking death trap." 

He was quiet for a few moments, watching you. You looked away first. 

"Forgive me if I don't believe there's no way out," he drawled.

You waved a hand. "Believe what you want," you muttered. "You'll figure it out." 

He blew out a breath. "What else do we need to learn?"

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "More about taming, later," you said. "Weapons you seem to know. We need to go through berries and edible plants, of course. Basic repairs. Basic building. Creature identification. Things to avoid at all costs." You shrugged. 

Price nodded, still relaxed in his chair, still watching you. "You haven't given up yet."

You tensed. "What?"

"You're still here. Still alive." His lips quirked in an almost-smile. "Much as you insist this place is a death trap, you haven't resigned yourself to it. Not fully. Else you wouldn't have survived this long." 

You stared at him for a few long moments, lips parted, eyes wide. Your heart beat hard and fast in your chest, the same feeling the last time you'd come across a raptor. 

You slammed out of the house before you knew what you were doing, walking fast away from that train wreck. He wasn't even entirely wrong - there was still that tiny glimmer of wondering, that tiny what if.

More than that, though, you were mad he had read you so easily. You weren't used to that. Maybe it was all the time you'd spent alone, or the lack of emotional intelligence from Jasper. 

Either way, you probably could have reacted better. 

“Love?” 

You startled a little at the nickname and half-turned to look at Gaz. The bastard had snuck up on you. “Hm?” 

“You alright?” He took a slow step closer, hands twitching at his side.

“Yes, of course.” You breathed in, swallowing hard. “You lot got the dishes done already? Gonna have to find more things for you to do before you get bored.” 

“Don’t worry about that,” Gaz murmured, taking another step closer. “We’re good at keeping ourselves busy.”

“Hm. Even so.” You turned away from him to fuss with one of Bessie’s saddle bags. “Nice having help, definitely makes the chores go faster. If that green drop is still there tomorrow maybe we’ll go find it. Green drops usually have better stuff in them.” 

“Yeah? Anything you want in particular?” He stepped around you so he could see your face again, leaning against the fence. 

“Wouldn’t mind getting a shotgun,” you admitted on a sigh. “And boots. I would kill for boots.” 

You both looked down at your current pair, which were in poor repair by now. And too big for you. 

“See what you mean,” Gaz murmured. “Well, we can check tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You breathed out again. “Long as there aren’t raptors along the way.”

“There a lot of them around here?” 

“Not usually.” You shifted your weight, finally giving up on messing with the saddle bags to mirror Gaz’s posture. “Get a little further up into the mountains, though, and there are all kinds of things. Raptors, sabertoothed cats, carnotaurus. Even rexes, if we’re really unlucky.” 

“Sounds like everything wants to eat us.” But he was still relaxed, smiling a little.

“You joke, but you’re right.” You shook your head. “There are so many things on this island that want to eat you. So many.” You shivered as the memory of screams echoed in your mind. 

He frowned, hand settling on your shoulder. "It's alright, love," he murmured. "There are five of us, now. And you've got experience. We'll manage." 

You leaned into his hand, swallowing convulsively. It had been… a long time since you'd had human contact. A long time. "You're right." You breathed in deep, trying to wrangle your emotions back under control. "We'll be okay." 

He smiled at you, warm and confident. "I know you don't know us yet," he said, shifting closer to you, brown eyes holding yours. "But we keep each other safe, and we'll do the same for you." 

You shook your head a little, smiling even as you pulled back. "Don't worry about me," you demurred. "Focus on yourselves at first. I know what I'm doing." One deep breath in and you stepped back. "Come on, we should go set up for bed." 

He nodded, motioning for you to go first. You breathed in deep before you went inside, scooping up the basket of glow crystals. 

The evening was quiet. Gaz helped you set up, and ended up sitting near you for a little while. 

"Think you're gonna name the hyaenadon?" He asked, glancing at you. 

"Oh, probably." You smiled a little. "Dunno what yet." 

He nodded, relaxing next to you. "Think it'll be right around here?" 

"I hope so." You chuckled. "Or maybe it'll find us when we go to the green drop." 

He nodded and watched as Soap and Ghost came back in too, settling down for the night. 

"You should get some sleep," you murmured to him. He was close, you could touch him. You could. It wouldn't be weird. Your gaze settled on his hand, a nice, innocent spot. "Gonna be a long day." 

"Sleep well." Gaz hesitated another moment longer before he pushed up to his feet. You watched him go.

You should have touched his hand. 

Annoyed at yourself now, you retreated to your own bed for the night. You needed to take your own advice, especially if you were leading them off to the green drop. 

Huffing to yourself, you curled up on your side with your back to them. 

It took you a long time to sleep.

Gaz helped you with breakfast the next morning, standing a little closer than he needed to. But you didn't mind. 

And then Soap crowded in on your other side, and you eyed the both of them. This felt distinctly like pranks, or something. Mischief. 

But nobody got into trouble through breakfast. Thankfully. 

It didn't take long to get armored up again, and you grabbed another piece of meat for the hyaenadon. 

“We'll take Watermelon today,” you said, glancing around at them. “He'll be good help.” 

“How so?” Gaz asked, sidling closer to you. 

“These guys are good as watch towers. They're kinda paranoid, and they alert at any sign of danger.” You shrugged, walking over to the paddock. “Hey, Watermelon. Hi cutie boy.” You held out a hand, smiling as the parasaur plodded happily over to you. “Good boy,” you cooed. 

“Big dinosaur,” Soap muttered, shifting his weight. “Ye sure it'll help?”

“Saved my ass before,” you said with a shrug. “Okay, come on. Let's get going.” You whistled for Watermelon to follow. 

The walk up to the green drop was longer than you liked, and you were on alert the entire walk. So was Watermelon, ambling behind you all and looking around constantly. 

Watermelon bleated in alarm, and you halted, gun up, scanning for the threat. 

But the only thing to approach was the hyaenadon. 

“Okay,” you breathed. “Do not shoot my hyaenadon.” You glanced back at the men to make sure they were listening. Price nodded once, so you tucked your weapon away and approached the hyaenadon. Handing over the last piece of meat was easy, and the hyaenadon wagged as it ate. She licked her lips and then sat politely in front of you, jaws parted in a canine grin. 

“Good.” You patted her on the top of her head, ruffling her fur. “Okay, come with us.” You whistled and she trotted happily along with you as you rejoined the others. 

“Done?” Price asked, glancing down at the hyaenadon. 

“Yeah. She's all tamed now.” You breathed in deep. “Alright, let's get going again.” 

You took the lead again. A quick glance back showed Soap and Ghost both giving your newest tame a good berth. But Gaz looked curious. 

Eh. You'd deal with any questions later. 

You paused at the top of a rise, looking across the flat land towards the green drop. This was a potentially dangerous area. So far all looked quiet, and the pair of pachys roaming the flat area were a good sign. 

Hopefully all would stay quiet. 

“Alright. The drop is just up there.” You glanced back at them, a little surprised to see them all already watching you. “We’re going to approach slowly. If you see anything, speak up. I've seen raptors up here before.” 

They all nodded, and you took the lead to the drop. Watermelon looked around anxiously, but stayed quiet. Probably a good sign. 

You popped open the crate, peering inside. Some armor pieces that looked too big for you, ammunition, another assault rifle, two more canteens, and… a pair of boots. 

“Hell yes,” you hissed, picking up the boots immediately. They looked like they might be a little too big, but you had extra cloth you could shove into them. Good enough. 

Gaz helped you get everything into the saddle bags, grinning when he spotted your boots. “Finally, eh?” he murmured. 

“Finally,” you agreed with an easy grin. “Alright, let’s–”

Watermelon bleated, lifting his head and looking to one side. You turned, pistol in hand, scanning the tree line.

“Raptors,” you hissed, eyes narrowing, even as you stepped forward, all too aware of the men behind you. “Fuck I hate raptors.” 

“How many?” Price asked, closer than you expected. 

“At least three.” You tracked one pacing at the edge of the trees, dark green skin blending into its surroundings. “They’re fast, be careful.” 

The first one burst from the trees with a screech, two others flanking it. You aimed for the leader, jaw tight as you timed your shots. Blood bloomed against the dark green, bright and almost startling in the sunlight. 

The leader fell, jaws still open even in death. You huffed in satisfaction. 

One of the other two leapt over the leader’s body with a screech, claws extended towards you. 

And then fell just shy of you from a shot to the eye, bleeding sluggishly. 

Your breath escaped in an unsteady whoosh, hands trembling even as you reloaded your pistol. “Nice shot,” you managed, voice more or less even, gaze still fixed on the corpse. 

“You alright?” Gaz stepped up next to you, one hand hovering near your shoulder.

“Fine.” You forced your gaze to him, plastering on a smile, even if it felt wrong. “Not the first time raptors have ambushed a drop.” You did a quick visual inspection of him before looking at the others. “Everyone okay?”

“All fine,” Price said, glancing between you and Gaz. “No injuries.”

“Good.” One more deep breath and you shoved everything down. You didn’t have room to break, to panic, to cry. Not here. “Right, let’s head back, I don’t want to see if that noise attracted anything around us.” 

The walk back to base was quiet, with all of you on high alert. The hyaenadon trotted next to you, ears perked, listening to everything around you.

You were very, very grateful that nothing came for the group of you. You were even more relieved when you closed the gates behind everyone, once again safely in base. 

“Let’s get this lot unloaded,” you said, swallowing against sudden exhaustion. “And then figure out dinner.”

“You alright?” Gaz asked softly, standing next to you to unload the armor while you grabbed your new boots. “Your hands are shaking.”

“I’m fine,” you lied with a quick smile. “Nothing to worry about. Go on, head in with those, I’m going to get Watermelon settled.”

Gaz shot you one more worried look before he obeyed, falling into step next to Price. 

Your hands didn’t stop shaking, even as you took off Watermelon’s saddle and got him settled in the paddock with Bessie again. 

You stood outside for a few extra minutes, hidden from sight of the building, just breathing. You hadn’t lost anybody today. You hadn’t lost anybody today. 

You’d make sure you didn’t lose anybody tomorrow.

#island #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #f!reader

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

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Genre : fluff, the ending's a bit angsty tho.

Summary : In which you're sick. And Miguel's soft.

Request/idea by: lassiraa (didn;t know if she wanted to be tagged oops)

Wordcount: 1.3k lol

Miguel O’hara Masterlist

Miguel glances at his phone yet again, admittedly a little worried. The cute cafe you work at had been busy today, filled to the brim with customers. When you had texted him earlier that you would be late for your movie night, he understood. In return, he had replied that he could eventually pick you up, asking at what time you would be done. You haven't responded though, probably too occupied with cleaning the place.

It's thankfully not too late just yet, but it's started raining dogs and cats since about an hour back. He just hopes you'll catch the bus to HQ.

Thankfully, he doesn't have to wait all too long, a sudden knock at his door sounding through his room.

His room is admittedly bigger than the other spiders' rooms who stay. His looking more like an apartment, the only thing missing is a livingroom and a diningroom. It's basically a small studio apartment.

It doesn't take him long to open the door. The first thing he notices when he does so is that you're completely drenched. 

He sighs as he lets you in.

" Why didn't you take the bus? " He asks, going straight to the point.

" Because I would have to wait more than thirty minutes. Walking was faster. Hello to you too by the way." You roll your eyes.

He doesn't miss the shivering of your body.

" Yeah, hey. You should've called me. " He scolds you, yet again.

" Yeah, yeah. I won't die from a little rain Miguel, relax." You tell him, before sniffing once you've taken your shoes off.

The two of you suddenly find yourself in a bit of an awkward stare. The one where his thoughts are running through his head and you're really trying to figure it out without communicating.

' Yeah. she's going to be sick tomorrow.'

'Bet he's thinking about throwing some pizzas in'

" Are you thinking of pizzas?"  You ask him, making him blink.

" Yes, totally. Go shower while I throw them in the oven." He tells you, turning his back to you.

You blink, confused. You don't have a change of your clothes lying around at his place. However, before any words can leave your now opened mouth, a bunch of clothes are thrown at you, along with a towel.

" Just wear my stuff, I don't care. Just don't want your ass sick in the morning." He says, hurriedly walking into the kitchen.

That was a lie, he actually very much does care. Especially about you wearing his stuff.

Miguel is a domestic man, especially after all he's been through. The idea of the two of you hanging out, cuddling up like you sometimes do, whilst wearing his clothes creates a pleasant image in his head.

It doesn't take long before you're out of the shower, and soon enough the two of you are eating pizza whilst arguing over what movie to watch. Eventually (after a whole while, the pizzas are actually already through), the two of you set on watching an action film.

And as the two of you move to sit on his bed like usual, he notices you glancing at him a little more than usual.

" What is it?" He asks as he glances back at you.

" Can we cuddle?" You ask him, biting your lip.

He gives you a smile as he nods.

" Sure."

He hopes you don't notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

-

When he wakes the next morning, he notices a few things. One, you're pressed up to his side, cuddling into his large frame, your face buried in his chest. Two, how well rested he feels. It's been a good while since he felt like this. And three, you're way too hot to not be sick.

With a soft sigh, he contemplates on his decision. He wants to stay home to take care of you, but he's also supposed to look for anomalies a few floors down.

It's embarrassing how quick he actually manages to make a decision. 

Would it even be worth fighting for the multiverse if you aren't in his?

And so he finds himself putting together an amount of hologram screens and such to be able to work from his apartment.

It takes a while before you wake up, but when you do, you merely turn on your ass and fall back asleep in a ridiculous position again. However, not too long after that, you wake again, looking around a little confused whilst you sit up. You wrap the blanket closer around you, wrapping yourself completely up in it with the exception of your face.

" Hm?" 

" I feel like a boiled sausage." You grunt in annoyance, before flopping down on his bed again.

He can't help but smile.

" I'm afraid you're sick, Perla." He tells you.

You curl up.

" What? No I'm not. Feel great'." You grumble sarcastically.

He shakes his head.

" What would you like for breakfast?" He asks in return.

You let out a dramatic sigh.

" Nothing, my stumic feels queasy- Wait, since when are you able to work from up here?" You ask, noticing he now actually has a chair in his room. And a desk. And a lot of screens.

" Since today. And still, you should eat." He says as he gets up.

Whilst he walks off to do whatever, you take a moment to study his new set up. You've never really paid any attention to his work before, not really liking 'office work' as you tend to call it. A moment later he returns, a plate with food in hand. He hands it to you wordlessly. You get up from his bed to eat (you're not a psycho).

" Soo, am I helping with work today?" You ask him, leaning onto his chair from behind him. You try to ignore the obvious shivers of your skin. You definitely have a fever.

He glances at you.

" No. You're going to lie down and rest. I'm going to work." He tells you before he gets up.

To your utter suprise, he turns to you, his huge posture suddenly looming over yours. With gentle hands, he leads you backwards to his bed, your knees bending when the back of your legs touch the bed. He bends down to maneuver the rest of your body onto the bed, getting you to lay sideways. He tucks you in aswell, before the two of you end up staring awkwardly at one another yet again.

" G'night." He greets you, before turning to his hologram screens again.

You watch him work for a moment, studying the screens as well. There's nothing interesting currently happening. It doesn't take long before you doze off.

Miguel watches you once you've fallen asleep fondly. He's really falling further and further into the feelings he's hiding for you. In moments like this, he believes he could do it. Maybe he could be happily in a relationship with you while also helping the multiverse. He shakes his head, running his hands over his face before sighing deeply. What the hell is he starting to think about? He's spiderman. He can't have you, no matter how bad he wants you.

With another deep sigh, he makes a hard decision.

He has to create space between the two of you.

[ A/N: Next update'll take a while, I'm on a vacay with my mum for next week so see ya'll after that.]

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

“Tomorrow we'll worry”

when tomorrow came?????? Omg this is such a mess

Despite telling you worry was for tomorrow, once you'd fallen asleep, Bruce hadn't been able to.

The reality was, this was not a good time. No matter how much he wanted this. He didn't know if it would EVER be a good time... not with your job and his work. And once the elation had had time to temper, all he could do was plan.

You were going to be fragile. This was a weakness someone could exploit- not to mention the time that you were going to have to take away from your work to heal. The logistics of needing a nanny when you went back to work...

It was dangerous. That alone was enough to make him hold you tighter.

"I can feel you thinking," you murmur sleepily.

Bruce felt his cheeks heat and he stroked your back. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart," he murmured.

"Brucie I-"

"Shh," he hushed. "I'll figure it out. You leave the worrying to me. You just focus on not getting shot at and making a healthy baby- preferably with your eyes."

"It took both of us to get-"

"And I want you to relax and let me take care of you," he said, smiling tenderly when you look up at him. Stroking hair out of your face and kissing your nose. "I love you. And I'm gonna make sure you've got everything you need- you're doing the hard part. Let me worry about the other things."

"Other things is an understatement, Brucie."

"As long as you're both healthy and happy when it's all over, that's all I'm worried about."

"Dick-"

"Is finally gonna stop asking about getting a little brother," Bruce snorted. "We'll tell him and he'll be excited. You'll see-"

"And Alfred and the rest of the household-"

"Have been walking in on us fucking or about to fuck so long that they're probably wondering what took so long."

"You're horrible."

Bruce slid a hand down and smacked your ass affectionately, chuckling. "I like what I like," he said unrepenant. "If you want me to ravish you I'm not gonna tell you 'no'-"

"So if I want you one more time before breakfast-"

"Any thing you want, baby girl," he purred. "All you have to do is ask.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #doting husband!bruce #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

[shady-lemur]

Stargirl ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Thank you guys for the support on the last part!! Hopefully I can figure out a schedule of posting soon lmao, happy pride month!!

Ellie x reader

Part 1, Part 2!!, part 3

Also tell me why it took literally over 10 minutes for me to figure out the link thing omfg why am I old

After the encounter with your ex, Ellie, you try your best to avoid anything to do with her. But with your luck...

You hum along to the song playing through your speaker as you scroll instagram. You've basically put yourself in house arrest other than going to work ever since seeing Ellie. You couldn't trust yourself not to get into a situation where you needed saving again.

Your breath hitches when you see Dina's post. It's her and Ellie sitting on Ellie's couch with cards against humanity spread out on her coffee table. JJ, Dina's son, is sleeping in Ellie's arm. You study the way Ellie's eyes squint as she smiles at the camera. The caption says, "mommy material"

"Fucking mommy material? She isn't even girlfriend material." (I love salty y/n) you grumble and like the picture before turning your phone off. Maybe it's time to finally go out again.. You didn't have work tomorrow..

About a half an hour later, your looking at your ass in the mirror. Making sure that your black dress covers enough but not too much, maybe you'll even meet someone tonight. You've decided on going to a new bar tonight, their website says they have musicians that come in on Fridays so it'll be a chill place to relax.

You pick up your bag and lace your new converse before leaving your apartment.

Your sitting on one of the leather couches that face the stage drinking a (drink of choice) when you hear a familiar voice saying hi to the bartender. You turn you head around and see the one and only Dina!! She must of felt your eyes on her because she turn her head and her eyes immediately lit up. "Y/n!!! Baby!"

You smile as she runs over and sits next to you, giving you a side hug. "I haven't seen you in fucking forever! How are you?"

After you and Ellie broke up, you stopped hanging out with a lot of your friends too. It was too awkward for you. But they never stopped caring about you, it was hard for you to come to terms with that.

"I'm okay! I've just been working a lot recently.. I haven't had a chance to check this place out yet." Dina nods and rests her head on your shoulder. "It's really nice here. I come here every Friday to see-" she stops mid sentence and slowly turns her head up to look at you with wide eyes. You hear someone else on the stage setting up but you keep your eyes on Dina's thinking face.

You tilt your head as she puts her hand over her mouth, "wait.. do you know that-"

She's cut off by another familiar sound. The song Ellie wrote for you on your one year anniversary, you guys stayed up all night writing lyrics for it. You whip your head back to the stage and your face drops, "oh my fucking god."

Dina starts to laugh uncomfortably st the situation, "um- we can leave and I can take you to another really good place, they have burgers! Ellie will understand if I leave-"

You can barely hear what Dina's saying. It's just you and Ellie now. The song you've heard so many times and Ellie's soft voice coming through the speakers, you might even be singing the song quietly too. She opens her eyes and immediately meets yours. You hear her voice falter but she keeps eye contact as she sings.

Ellie goes back stage after a few more songs and you are finally snapped back into reality. In reality, you're sobbing. Dina's rubbing your back comfortingly and is holding your head as you lean it against her shoulder.

You look up at her and take a deep breath, "I should get out of here- I'm sorry Dina. It was nice seeing you." She let's you go but holds your wrist so you turn back to her. She sighs, "let's not be strangers anymore, mkay? I want you to meet JJ." You smile sadly at her and nod, "yeah, um.. text me?"

She smiles and let's you go as you try to RACE OUTTA THERE!! YOU GOTTA GO BEFORE ELLIE COMES OUT!!

You're out the door and halfway to your car before you hear your name being called. Fuck. "Y/n! Can we talk please, I hate the way I reacted-"

You turn around, giving Ellie a view of your tear stained face. "What the fuck are you doing singing that fucking song?" Ellie furrows her brows, "what the fuck do you mean?"

"That's our song Ellie. Why are you still playing it?" You see Ellie scoff a little before taking a deep breath. "Can we talk? I can explain things better than we aren't standing in the middle of the fucking sidewalk." She kicks a rock.

You have to think very hard about this. It'll be embarrassing if you start to fight in a restaurant or park, going to each other's apartments is too intimate, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss talking to Ellie (even if she doesn't know that ha..ha.ha..).

"Okay."

"Okay?!"

You sigh, "We'll meet at the river. tomorrow at 6?"

She smiles and almost chuckles a little bit, "yeah that's great.."

What the hell did you get yourself into?

You and Ellie had a special spot near the river since your first date. It was a rundown, abandoned shed type thing that you made your own. Ellie added a loveseat and a coffee table, you added battery powered fairy lights and some tapestries.

Ellie's already sitting on the loveseat when you get there. Her hair is pull up into that half up half down style that she always does, you can see her white tank top under her brown flannel, her sleeves are rolled up to show off her tattoo, and she's MAN SPREADING. She definitely knew what she was doing.

"Hi." You say, awkwardly sitting as far away from her as you can and putting down the cut up fruit your brought as a peace offering. She smiles and wipes her hands of her pants, "hey.."

You notice the two drinks on the coffee table, she grabs one and hands it to you, "this still your favorite?" You nod and smile slightly at her.

After a few seconds of silence she speaks, "I started therapy about a month ago. I'm going once a week." You look at her and smile, "that's great Ellie. I'm happy for you."

She nods and looks down at her hands, "um, I'm sorry about what I said. It isn't true, I just let my frustration speak for me. And I'm sorry for literally making your life a living hell for the last year we were together. I had a lot of shit I needed to deal with and you didn't deserve that."

The truth is, you'd forgiven her a long time ago. All you wanted for her was happiness and seeing her apologizing is proof that she is getting better.

You take a sip of your drink and meet her eyes, "thank you for apologizing. That means a lot. I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions when you literally picked me up off the side of the road and let me sleep in your bed."

"Truce?"

".. Truce."

She smiles at you and leans back on the couch. "Soo, what've you been up too?"

You shrug, "nothing really.. I got hired full-time by the high school. I've been teaching a bunch of 10th graders literature and getting piss drunk."

Ellie's eyes light up, "seriously?? Y/n that's fucking amazing!! Not the getting piss drunk part but you've been waiting so long for an opening." You laugh and nod, "it's fun, the kids really like me."

In all seriousness the excitement on Ellie's face makes you want to grab her and kiss her. Buuut, you know you shouldn't...

"What about you?"

"I got promoted at work, I got a really good raise. Joel wants me to start learning how to run the place so he can retire soon." You grin at her, "ooh, little Ellie's gonna run a whole auto shop by herself" you wiggle your eyebrows and she playfully hits your arm.

"Shut up!!" Her cheeks are tinted red as you laugh. "And what if I don't?"

Ellie pauses and looks at you, you watch as her eyes travel down your lips but quickly make their way back up. "I'll give you discounts on repairs." You're lips are ZIPPED because that shit is expensive.

Ellie snorts and gets a grape from your container. You both just sit in silence for a little bit as you watch her. You're both studying each other's faces, thinking of all the times your lips have connected and your hands have touched her cheeks.

You take another sip of your drink and spill it all over your white long sleeve shirt. "Fuck!"

Ellie grabs the drink and sets it back down, looking around for some way to dry your shirt. "Um, fuck we don't have any napkins here"

You shake your head, "it's fine, it'll just air dry, this shirt was like 5 dollars anyway." Ellie furrows her eyebrows and starts to take off her flannel, "it's too cold, you can change into this." She hands it to you and turns around to give you privacy.

"Are you sure? You're gonna be cold just in a tank top."

Ellie shakes her head, "don't worry about me, I want you to be warm."

About an hour and a half later you're sleeping. Your head in Ellie's lap so comfortably as she traces circles on your arm. She huffs and looks at the time,

8:37 pm

Ellie didn't want to wake you but she also was freezing her ass off as it get colder. She carefully gets up, picks you up bridal style, and carries you to her car. You'd taken an uber here so you didn't have to worry about your car being left here.

She sets you down in the passenger seat and you slowly open your eyes, "what're you doing?"

Ellie smiles and buckles your seat belt, "I'm gonna take you home, I don't want you taking an Uber when your this tired. Can I have your apartment building?"

You blink a few times before smiling and nodding, "thank you els. My building is the one by Nico's bar." She nods and closes your door before getting in her side and starting the car.

Even though she kept herself calm, Ellie was over the moon. You called her els. A nickname she hadn't been called ever since you broke up.

Ellie didn't care if she was your girlfriend or not. All she cared about was getting you back into her life, I think she succeeded?

You turn in your seat and look at her, "can we be friends?"

She glaces at you and smiles, "fuck yeah."

Not for long HaHaHaHa... 😈

Waaaa I hope this is good... I feel like the ending was a little bit rushed!! There will be a part 3, hopefully they kiss! I wnat to see them kiss!!

I'm getting surgery tomorrow so hopefully it doesn't mess up the writing of part 3 too much!

I love you all so much, please ask if you want to be on the taglist for the next part and feel free to give me suggestions and shit. (^з^)-☆Chu!!

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[pzfr]

RP SENTENCE STARTERS INSPIRED BY "Astro City" (1995) MEGAPOST

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#1

"In my dreams, I fly. I soar unfettered, and serene, laughing at gravity and at care. The clouds embrace me as a friend and the wind lazily tousles my hair. I lose myself in the sun and the sky."

"The emergency alert transmitter. As always."

"Some sort of weather disaster. Probably another typhoon."

"Manila's a nice flight, under other circumstances. But not today."

"There's no time. There's never any time."

"Of course, there's shock damage to dealt with, and venting the volcano that caused the wave..."

"'Deadlines' as always. Four manuscripts late out of editorial as always. And guess who gets to make up the time?"

"Well, if things are that dire, might as well get to it. 'Time nor tide tarrieth no man.'"

"You know, for someone who enjoys his job so much, you figure just once he'd get here a little early."

"Not bad-- a little florid, but it captures the subject well."

"I swear, I used to think he was standoffish-- but I'm starting to believe he really is the busiest guy on Earth!"

"Cuttin' it a bit fine, eh, [NAME]? We were gettin' ready t'start without ya!"

"Button it. They've never missed a meeting, which is more than I can say for you!"

"Now, now. No need to fuss-- we're all here."

"Boost power-flow by 13%."

"So what's the verdict? Will I ever play violin again?"

"Perfect-- We're reading 85% human with a 15% alien overlay."

"Ha!-- Enough of circuitry and wiring, we have a call to arms!"

"Yeah, yeah, big deal! Like we don't already know you're fast..."

"You'd better be in there! Lunch hour ended TEN minutes ago!"

"I know, and I'm sorry. But the solitude helps me work faster."

"I can't save everybody-- people die even while I'm saving lives *here*-- but I still do what I can. Can't I?"

#2

"Please, it's only [TITLE/FULL NAME/ETC.] when you're in trouble. Call me [(NICK)NAME]."

"I had Sally make us lunch reservations at the press club. I'll introduce you to some of the guys you'll be working with."

"Good. We've got a few minutes before it's time to head down, then. Relax, loosen your tie maybe-- you look like you're choking."

"Sorry, this article you've got framed here. I can understand the others, but why this one?"

"You're observant. I like that."

"That's a story I usually tell over lunch, but I think the club waiters are getting tired of it."

"Press! Press! I need that phone!"

"Your first week, and you already want the front page?"

"I know, I know. But all I've gotten are obits and one flower show. And I could taste this one--"

"Hotshot reporter! Ace newshound! Your pulitzer."

"I'd sneak you up, but I've got an early audition tomorrow."

"Radio jingle, or a soap opera this time?"

"They've got no money of course-- they're putting on the show in a coffeehouse--"

"By the power of the dark heart-- of blood and bone crushed to powder..."

"By the power of the killing fish... the great fish that never rests, whose hunger is never sated..."

"I open the channels to your hunger... I open the channels to your power!..."

"I don't know if what you're trying would even work, but I'd just as soon not find out!"

"I THANK YOU. YOUR WORLD IS WITHIN STRIKING DISTANCE. YOU AND YOUR MINNOWS HAVE SERVED ME WELL... AND YOU SHALL NOT GO UNREWARDED!"

"TAKE MY POWER UNTO YOU. TAKE MY HUNGER AS YOUR OWN--"

"Your army's not going anywhere except the stockade, chum!"

"Quit clowning around and get the job done! We don't have time for your foolishness!"

"You're most uncool! This scene is so square, it's cubed!"

"These oversized sardines need to be put back into the can!"

"THE HUMANS ARE MORE RESOURCEFUL THAN THEY FIRST APPEARED. BUT THEY SHALL NOT PREVAIL."

"We are in a half-world between realities-- and we must prevent it from becoming a beachhead!"

"No offense, but a neophyte reporter bringing a wild story like this... extra-dimensional attack, mystic half-worlds, old legends... would you believe it, in my shoes?"

"Rewrite it, [NAME]. Rewrite it and stick to the facts you can back up."

"This is a strange world, son. And there are lots of weird things in it. That makes us, as a newspaper, vulnerable. Other papers may go out there with sensational, screaming headlines that turn out to be a mistake. We print what we can prove. Sometimes spectacular, sometimes it isn't. Our readers count on us for the truth."

#3

"Please. A drink for everyone in this establishment, my dear."

"Worth a cool mil-- and he says anyone coulda done it--"

"Hey, hey! I heard somebody went down last night-- on your lookout."

"That ain't fair. He was waitin' for us. Gagged me, then in came the cops. I barely managed to slip away."

"Go ahead! Scoff! Don't believe me."

"Oh look-- it's a ruffian of some sort!"

"I'll have the chauffeur rough them up and toss them into the river. Such impertinence."

"Uh, it's nothin' guys. I got an offer to work on my aunt's house in California. I'm thinkin' about it, like a vacation y'know?"

"[NAME] squealed! He's tryin' to bring me in!--"

"Eyes~, oh eyes~! Some people see too much, Eyes!"

"No, please stop! Don't wind that crank, please!"

"Oh, but it's such a nice song, don't you think? Why don't you sing it with me..."

"The monkey thought it was all in fun~!--"

"A hundred-thousand to the man who kills him! And two-hundred in merchandise credit!"

"Sounds like a good deal, but read the fine print: It's awfully hard to collect when you're in prison!"

"Nobody leaves the party early! Don't worry-- I'll get around to you as quickly as I can!"

"How many times have your mother and I told you? If you and your little friends can't play nice, your toys are going to be taken away from you!"

#4

"I swear. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't live up here: gives me the willies just driving through."

"--She broke out of jail. Rebuilt her commode and prison cot into a jackhammer."

"It looks like it's just a pin, but if I turn the design in the frame like-- well, I won't do it now, but it'll set off alarms at headquarters."

"Some. They're not as bad as you think, though. I grew up there. I guess I'm just used to it."

"'Not as bad as you think,' listen to her!"

"One of the gals in my apartment just took a new job in San Franscisco, we're looking for a new roomie."

"She becomes one of them! She works down there, now she lives down there--"

"Mistletoe, child, will protect you from the prince of darkness. For he cannot stand its purity. Also good if need speak to ghosts, but that for later."

"And when the dust settles, if any of you are still standing-- DON'T SAY WE DIDN'T WARN YOU!"

"Into the stairwell! It's reinforced and we've got to get to ground level!"

"Don't even bat an eyelash kiddo. I may be old enough to be your grampaw, but I got the drop on ya!"

#5

"Can't-- caught in some kind of magnetic field!"

"It's screwing up my servos!"

"We'll take him apart from the knees up!"

"No need to applaud, kiddies and kiddettes!

"Just sit back and watch while a professional demonstrates the fine art of monster-taming!"

"You're not exactly cooperating there, tall-dark-and-bloodthirsty!"

"You wouldn't wanna make me look bad, would you?"

"What did we do so wrong to deserve him?!"

"Just get 'im out of here-- before I rip his leg off and beat the monster's head in with it!"

"Cripesakes, man! This is a battlezone! Get outta here!"

"Izzat the new 720? Man, I read about those! Sweet machine, can I--"

"It is NOT your precious machine! And what it is is none of your concern! Now be off with you!"

"Cold is better than walls. I am content."

"Another rejection-- you think the boy would learn!"

"Why can't he get a normal, respectable job like any other--"

"Transmission connection established. Awaiting signal."

"Heads up in there, you lucky unfortunate, you-- And better have your autograph book ready! 'Cause you're sure to want a memento of this daring rescue to show to your grandchildren someday!"

"You know, the service in here is terrible. Whaddya say pops? Let's BLOW this popsicle stand!"

"Ah, to think that all the other superheroes will pale by comparison!"

"No autographs please, ladies! I still have work to do! I-- MY RECORD COLLECTION!"

"Hmph! Be like that! See if I don't get a lawyer for unauthorized use of the name..."

"So the woman says 'you idiot-- this is a duck, not a pig!' and the bartender says-- 'I was talking to the DUCK!'... fine, don't laugh! See if I care."

"Here you go: A trio of sleeping not-so-beauties!"

"Aw, pshaw! Gotta leave *something* for the boys in blue to do!"

"Do you mind?! We're on stakeout here!"

"C'mon! I know a little after-hours place around the corner. Could be your lucky night!"

"And you, such a sensitive guy, too. The mind positively boggles!"

"So, what about you, short stuff? Ready to graduate into the big leagues?"

"I'm only lending a helping hand, dear lady! Pretend I'm not even here!"

"Yes, it was a long and complex investigation to get the goods on this vicious criminal ring. But I want you to know there's no way I could have done it without the assistance of these girls here--"

#6

"I just... didn't know whether you'd be showing up as yourself, or as..."

"I wouldn't want to make you reveal your secret identity-- you don't need to change."

"Now we're not going to take no for an answer, big guy. You keep overworking yourself like this, you're going to crack."

"Take an evening off for once. The rest of us can keep the world safe tonight."

"Oh please, guys! That thing's fast, sure... but let's be realistic here!"

"This is priceless, isn't it? The world's most prominent superheroes, and neither of us has been out on a date in so long... we've forgotten how it works."

"I... I don't know. I didn't really think to make reservations anywhere. It's not like we can go to dinner like this, right?"

"So they are. But you know what? It's our night off. Let's go ahead and cause a fuss!"

"Where now?... we could go to Paris, or Tokyo... if you prefer."

"Where would it be different?"

"My idea of a swell evening, I'll tell you-- freezin' my buns off so some other guy can get some!"

"Um, really? No offense... but it's not the sort of thing I'd imagined for you."

"I can take off whenever I need to, as long as the work gets done."

"Well yes, but surely you could get whatever connections you want from the government or any station--"

"I suppose I could, now. But I wouldn't have been able to when I started out... And, well. I've been kind of busy..."

"That was it. That was the end of my mission. I don't know what it changed-- but that it was a crucial event."

"And I can't help but think, if one disaster could send the world into ruin... well, having seen where we could end up, I feel like I should try to keep things as safe as I can.

"But I couldn't find my family. They didn't exist-- they'd never been born."

"The dwelling unit where I grew up was gone, too. In its place was an automated taco stand."

"But the world I came from is gone. It simply never was."

"It's okay. We knew going into it that this would happen if I was successful, and we all agreed that--"

"We're a couple of workaholics, it seems. Addicted to our beepers."

"Hey, I'll turn mine off if you turn yours off."

"Because I've got a message to send, to women. Not just that they can be heroic, but that they matter. They count."

"Look, I do what I do by choice, and so do you."

"You prioritize by time, who's nearest. And I prioritize by what message I send."

"Tell me about it. I've been called everything from a pagan cult-leader to an anti-american lesbian terrorist."

"I just try to focus on the mission, on getting through to the next job that needs doing."

"I think if I stepped back and looked at it from outside I'd just crack from the enormity of it all."

"But everybody needs to step back. To get some perspective."

"You must have family, friends to turn to from before--"

"Wow! You're almost as cut off as I am..."

"Oh COME ON! I don't have the luxury you do, keeping a secret identity you don't even use! I mean, where is this normal life you say you always want? You're always on the go, you barely even had enough time for tonight!--"

"But don't you see how unrealistic that is?"

"Everything we do is unrealistic. We're fighting for dreams, and we can't give up, not even when... maybe especially when it's impossible."

"Maybe you're fine. Maybe you're still the woman you were, just more powerful and effective."

"But it seems to me that well... if you don't deal with the world through anything but the costume and the mission, hasn't it become kind of a shelter in itself?"

"Just because you saw your whole world destroyed doesn't mean I have to go crawling back to that broken, pathetic, SCARED little thing I once was!"

"You're really annoying, you know that? It's like... you're a god pretending to be normal."

"I'm a woman trying to live up to the role of a god. Letting go of that, even for a little while... well. It's hard to believe I'll ever capture it again."

"Don't worry about it: You've given me a lot to think about. Just as long as it hasn't been entirely one-sided..."

"No-- no. You said some things I haven't considered, but maybe I should..."

#RP Meme #Sentence Starters #Dialogue starters #Superhero RP #Supervillain RP #DC Comics RP #Marvel Comics RP #long post #Sci-Fi RP #Scifi RP #Fantasy RP #Crossover RP

[bobwess]

In reference to the 'let yourself take a break here, not here" battery post...

If you don't mind sharing, what was your secret? I know everyone is unique, and not every trick will be universal, but as a current struggling 20 year old...I'll take what I can get...

It took a long time, and I still find myself now having to remind myself, like almost give myself a talking to like "no, you need to sit for 15 minutes. You're going to be better if you do." or "no, you've done a lot today. It's time to relax for the rest of the evening." or "Tuesday the 25th you are doing nothing you fuckwit. And I mean it, nothing." My first breakthrough on the mental side of it was I was telling someone that I'm always working myself to almost breakdown and mental or physical exhaustion because I'm just doing my best to get stuff done. And they said "You are no longer doing your best if you are overtired" Which was true. When I allow myself the break, I could come back and do better than I would have done if I just worked all the way through it. And since my main motivation was trying to do my best, I was actively sabotaging my goal. It sort of was an ah-hah moment.

Realistically though, taking breaks, like any skill, takes practice. You're gonna have to force yourself to stop. You may have to set an alarm and put a stop watch and give yourself a mandatory sit down every couple hours. You should absolutely schedule on the calendar a day where you do no errands and no chores and no work and just take the whole day to eat nice food and do nice things like tv or games, and you're going to feel guilty the whole time because you aren't practiced enough to be good at it yet. But you're going to figure out that you're doing much better and it'll become natural. Using training wheels like literally setting alarms for yourself is fine.

Reading your body and mental state and learning what the signals are that you'd be better off if you stopped for a 15 minute break or stopped for the evening, and then executing it takes practice too. And once you're good at it, that's most of the battle won. Beyond that, it's just, 90% of tasks will just be just fine if they aren't done, realistically, even for weeks. If you don't sweep the floor, the worst thing that will happen is it will stay dirty for a bit longer. Tasks are just a revolving list. Pushing yourself because "if I just finish my tasks I can take a break" is fiction. The goal should be "I just need to figure out how much I can do at a time without exhausting myself and I will be better."

A note that helps: You may be somewhat adverse to taking breaks because they're long and terrible and can really kill the momentum. But your breaks are only unbearably long because you were overtired and needed to recover so much. Once you get it down you'll be pleased to know that breaks when taken earlier are a lot shorter and more restful than the exhaustion I-stopped-and-died break you'll take later.

I personally now every night pick two and only two tasks to do tomorrow. (Took a while to learn that "clean the house" does not in fact count as one task. "clean the toilets" counts as one task.) If I happen to feel good I'll do a couple more, but I won't let myself do much more because I'll burn out and feel awful later. Also I turned off push notifications, and had to learn that sitting and responding to emails/people, just because I was sitting, didn't count as a break, because I was still actively doing things for other people at that point.

But long lists are not going to help you take breaks, you're going to fall back into the "if I just finish the list---" mindset which is unhelpful. Two tasks. Tomorrow for me is "Change the ferret litter" and "capture clips for my next video". If I do more, I do more. If not, the earth will keep turning in spite of it.

IDK. This is a long rambling answer that isn't the most coherent, but these are a few thoughts on how I came to sort of be. Not that I'm a master of it, but it sort of clicked for me admittedly somewhat recently. But yeah. Mostly just practice until you got it down, and schedule breaks for yourself until you're good at reading your body language and taking one as needed.

[novankenn]

Reluctant Hero?

= Thirty-Two = (Chapter List)

Three hours later, the trio exited an Outfitters store. They had lucked out on it as they cruised about Vale. It made a probably multi-store trip into a one-stop shop. Jaune walked out carrying a single bag. Nothing much different in his outfit aside from a new pair of black combat boots. His bag containing multiple boxes of 12guage shells.

Cardin was the next out. Like Jaune not much was different with his outfit, well aside from the leather ankle length duster he had fallen in love with at first sight. He carried a couple of bags, as he also decided he wanted Huntsmen quality underwear, and ammo for the pump action shotgun he had slung over his shoulder. The final addition was the machete hanging off his left hip.

Nora was the last to exit, her outfit totally changed, though pink was still that main colour, well pink camo. Cargo pants, combat boots, a thin turtleneck, topped off by a bomber style leather coat. Sheathed in the small of her back was a kukri, and on her right hip sat an empty ammo pouch. Again, everything was pink camo, except for the boots which were only available in black.

Jaune: Okay, so we've gotten geared up. Guess it's back to Beacon, and get ourselves organized.

Cardin: So we're going out tomorrow?

Nora: It is getting a little late, and I am kind of hungry.

Jaune: Yeah, I figure we could use a good, non-goo-covered rest and start out early tomorrow. Make a day of it. Pack a picnic lunch. You know, the whole nine yards.

Cardin: You want to have a picnic lunch in a Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Nora: Yeah, that doesn't strike me as something very safe.

Jaune: You may have a point, but we're going to be out there for hours, so we should pack a lunch.

Nora: But a picnic?

Jaune: Why not? I mean, we have to eat, so we might as well enjoy it when we do.

Cardin: Again. Grimm and Deadite infested forest?

Jaune: Listen, and this is probably the most important thing I can tell you, aside from, always try and keep your mouth closed. Actually, that is the most important thing to keep in mind.

Nora: Okay, I get that. These things are rather... gooey.

Cardin: And seem to love to explode, when you put them down. It's almost like fighting Demonic Creepers in Minecraft.

Jaune: You play Minecraft?

Cardin: What of it? It's relaxing, and I've been working on this insane build of a scale sized replica of Atlas for the last few years.

Nora: Years?

Cardin: Well, there is only so much time in a day, and I did have school and training. It's not like I could spend all day on my private server. Do you guys play? As long as you promise not to grief, I'll send you invites, give you good gear, and...

Nora: Thanks, but I'm more into Terraria.

Cardin: Cool. How about you, Jaune?

Jaune: Um... ah... Never played.

Cardin: WHAT? How could you have NEVER played Minecraft!

Jaune: I just never have, okay.

Nora: Do you play any video games? Have you played any video games?

Jaune: Of course.

Nora: What?

Jaune: SimCity.

Cardin: That's a pretty good game.

Nora: I agree, but we will definitely need to get him on to our servers. Show him what he's missing out on.

Cardin: Our servers?

Nora: Same rules apply, as for your server. No griefing, but I wouldn't mind having some people to play with. Could even start up a new map. Start from scratch.

Cardin: I'm game. I tried it back when it first came out, but I'll give it another chance.

Nora: You'll love it. They've added so much stuff.

Cardin: But you have to join my server as well.

Nora: I will. Minecraft is a good, slow paced game. Very relaxing.

Cardin: Okay. How about you, Jaune? Are you going to join in? I mean, we can use it to relax after we kick ass.

Jaune: I gue...

Nora: Nope. You're joining, no guessing.

Jaune: Okay, whatever. Let's get back to Beacon and put our stuff away.

#rwby #ash vs evil dead #horror themed #jaune arc #cardin winchester #nora valkyrie #deadites #deadite grimm

[youssefguedira]

dear followers today i offer you another iron maiden joe prequel snippet. tomorrow? who knows.

warning for mentions of alcohol and smoking {brief}

It's past midnight, which means Nicky has the pool to himself: no sane person would go for a swim at half past two in the morning, especially not on a Sunday - Monday, now, he supposes. To be fair, he's not swimming, just sitting on the pool's edge with his jeans rolled up, feet in the water. It's quiet, apart from the gentle lapping of the water against the sides and the occasional sounds of activity from the motel behind them - not the nicest, but the best they could find on short notice. The pool is lit from within, glowing blue against the darkness. They couldn't risk going to any of their usual places, not when they don't know exactly what Booker told Merrick. 

Nicky sighs. Lifts the cigarette in his hand to his lips and takes a long drag, closes his eyes as he exhales. He's exhausted, but he can't go to sleep yet. He's got a clear line of sight to their room's door here, can hear anything that could signal something's wrong. He'll stay up all night if he has to, because if he dreams he'll dream of the lab, or of Yusuf, and neither of those are things he wants right now. 

(Well. That's not entirely true. Because as much as he hates the dreams, as shaken as they leave him every time, he does look forward to them in some twisted way. They're the only way he gets to see Yusuf anymore, after all.) 

He's startled by the sound of footsteps on the concrete behind him, but relaxes once he recognises them. He doesn't turn around, but he does stub out his cigarette - the health effects have never been a problem for him, but he knows all about second hand smoking and the damage it can do. He'll have to quit, most likely. He should have done it a long time ago. 

"Thought I'd find you out here. Can't sleep?" Andy asks behind him. He hums, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the few stars left, the rest hidden by light pollution. Andy settles herself beside him, rolling up her own jeans and dipping her toes in the water, wincing when it jolts her wound. "Fuck." 

"How's it feeling?" he asks, careful not to let himself think too much about what it signifies.

"Hurts," Andy says. "Raided the minibar, though." Something clinks beside her - two bottles, both already open. She hands one to Nicky. "How are you feeling?" 

It's a question he's not sure he's ready to answer. Tired, certainly. Angry. Hurt. Missing Yusuf so much it sits in his chest like a stone, but that's not new. 

"I don't know," he says instead of any of that, which is largely the truth. "Sebastien?" 

"Hasn't moved. But he got something to eat, I think." 

Guilt claws at him - he should have reached out, should have noticed something before it got this bad. But he'd been too wrapped up in his own grief to see, and now they're paying for it, and-

"You're thinking too much," Andy says. "I can hear you." She takes a long sip from her bottle. 

"You'll probably have to be careful with that now," Nicky tells her, lightly teasing, and Andy elbows him. But she's smiling, at least, so it's all just as well. 

"You should get some sleep, Nico," she says then, gentle, as if he's the one with a bullet hole in his side.

He shakes his head. "Don't think I can tonight. But you should go, you're healing." 

Andy shrugs. "I tried, but it hurt, and I didn't want to wake Quynh." 

"How is she?" 

"You tell me," Andy responds. "You were both in there." 

Truly, Nicky doesn't want to think about it that long. Not now, when Nile is still so shaken and they still need to do something about Booker, not when Andy is mortal now and he's still not sure what that means for them. When they're all safe, when they've figured out what to do next, he'll think about it. 

"I miss him," Andy says unexpectedly, and Nicky knows exactly who she's talking about - who else could it be? "When Nile dreamed of him, the other night - Book stopped talking about them. I guess I thought-" 

"I know," Nicky says. Nile's description of her dream is still running on a loop in his mind. 

Andy sighs, and in that moment she looks so, so tired. "I always thought I'd see him again, you know. Maybe it was foolish of me, but. I always hoped, I guess.”

“Yeah,” is all Nicky says, a lump in his throat, because, well. What else does he say? He takes a long sip from the bottle in his hand. Five hundred years, he’d told Nile, pretending like he doesn’t know exactly how long it’s been down to the day. Over half of his life. 

Andy doesn’t say anything else, winces when she shifts her weight.

“Want me to take another look at it?” he offers.

She shakes her head. “Tomorrow, maybe.”

There’s not much more to be said, after that. Nicky holds out his arm in a wordless offer, and Andy leans into his side, resting her head on his shoulder. She doesn’t fall asleep, but it’s a near thing. Nicky’s so tired his bones feel heavy, but he doesn’t fall asleep either.

It’s not exactly peaceful, not after everything that’s happened today, but. It’s good to have her with him. 

#neon writes #iron maiden joe #this one heavily inspired by il nilo nel naviglio by mahmood so. you know #resto qui butto un'altra notte cerco il nilo nel naviglio. dove vado se non ci sei tu piu #qui vicino. se non c'e piu il nilo. you know #cielo di cobalto

[xi218]

୨୧ goals ୨୧

Physical: working on being sober, ab workout routine, getting into bed earlier, not snacking so much, wearing the clothes you're saving for a "special occasion", trying out new looks and clothes, venturing out new styles, upgrading your basic hygiene routine, drink more water

Mental: journaling daily (or near daily..), decorating pages, keeping track of emotions both negative and positive and what triggers them. Get rid of the negative triggers and bring in more of the positive triggers.

Emotional: getting in touch with a therapist, dedicating a journal to release you emotions instead of bottling them in, interpret dreams, talking to friends when things upset me

Professional: working 1 hour more than usual, dont wake up and finish work before class

Personal: find your old hobbies (crochet), discover new ones (shirt making 👀), trying new food even if im nervous, complimenting people out loud, making an effort to hang out with friends when opportunities present themselves, limit youtube time

Finance: learn how to budget, no impulse spending, watch videos about making money with art and follow through

Important habits to have: waking up and going to bed early, using planner, having a morning and night routine but the freedom to change it/ leniency with myself if i dont stick to it

Important skills to build: how to communicate my own needs, learn what the line is between sharing and dumping (rather than choosing to bottle everything ive ever felt lol)

schedule ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

So you've picked your goals. Great. Now take a look at your schedule and figure out what things are taking up most of your time. Is it a long commute? Spending too much time scrolling on your phone? Waking up late? Going to bed late?

୨୧ time blocking / schedule:

☆ Mornings:

5-6am: exercise

6-7am: shower, get ready for class / library

7:30-8am: library for breakfast, get ready for the day

~class~

☆ Evenings:

get back from class, shower immediately, change into pajamas

eat dinner

finish homework

plan the next day, journal, go to bed

Assess how you spend your time and utilize it. Instead of scrolling on your phone during your free time, spend time with your loved ones (pets, kids, partner), instead of staying in one place while you're on a call, walk around to get steps in, there is always a way to implement your goals into your daily life.

Notice how I say fit your goals around your life. You don't want to be taking away important things like errands, jobs, school, being a parent just meet your goals- no. Use your time wisely. That's all. You can fit them.

On the larger goals like taking up a class/large skill, like dancing and painting. On fridays, you'll have dance class and on other days that you have free, you'll be painting a piece or reading your anticipated book, learning a language, trying out a new recipe, planning the next day, taking a spontaneous art class, etc!

Weekends.

Because I work a lot, I like to use weekends to really do deep work. Intensive study sessions. And because I deep work (work with no distractions) I don't need to study all day. I'm getting so much done in little time that I'll be done by the afternoon and I can go out and do errands, get all dressed up and have a nice day out in the city, or just have a relaxing day by doing chores, watching a nice movie and more!

3. Setting up a system so you can actually stick to those goals.

Keep a journal to keep track of what you did today. If you didn't reach a goal that day (and that's okay), ask yourself why? and how does it make you feel? Then take action on what you can do to reach it tomorrow.

i think post its in planner should be effective

Switching. We all know it’s best to not push yourself so hard. For example, don’t do intense exercise everyday. Walking and dancing throughout the day counts as exercise too, so by switching (depending on YOUR goals), you’ll have time for your other goals as well. Here is an example: on a rest day of no exercising, maybe that day is the night I have a ballet class. That is exercise as well. So instead of exercising in the very early hours of my day, I can use that time instead to do more studying OR have more time doing something else.

which means I can do one do the following: spend more time with my pet, read a few pages of my book, make a new recipe, etc.

Ex. 4am-5am - on a no-exercise day, i can study during that time instead. 6am-7am - more time to tackle my other goals.

Create a foundation. If you have an amazing day, felt very productive and accomplished, what's a habit that really helped? if you had an off day, figure out why and maybe your foundation can help.

★ That’s all!

#100dayswithddd

[hellhound5925]

Cyare Verd *Beloved Warrior*

Chapter Fifteen

Anakin wanted to surprise the squad and asked me to wait outside. I could hear through the door. "At ease men", "Is everything alright sir?" Asked Rex. "Yes Rex, everything is just fine. We are going to change things up a little bit for the 501st. You're still going to deploy tomorrow, just under different command". "Where will you be going sir?" Rex sounds worried. "The 501st is getting a new batch that will be under Ahoska's and my command. The Torrent squad will be under a new commander but she will still report to me" Anakin explains. The room is quiet....too quiet. "Ahsoka...", "Oh right. Sorry Master". I hear someone approach the door.

The door slides open and Ahsoka gestures for me to enter. "Allow me to introduce Commander Skirata to Torrent squad" Anakin is beaming with pride. Rex is stunned then reality hits and he salutes me along with the rest of the squad. "At easy boys, as far as I'm concerned Captain Rex still calls the shots." I laugh. At the mention of his name Rex half smiles. The squad relaxes.

There's a corus of cheers that erupt "Oya!" "Thank Maker!". "Wait so you'll be coming with us?" Asks Echo. "I will fight along side you men from this day forward" I stand tall, proud, and over all thrilled to be thrown into the fight. “Looks like we need to brief you then…Commander” smiles Rex. “Let’s get to it….Captain” I tease.

“Alright so as you know we are headed to the mid rim. We’ve got some intel that there is a new Separatist base on Aargonar and they want us to destroy it” Anakin starts. “Now that we have two squads what’s the plan?” Asks Ahsoka. Anakin pulls up the holomap at the front of the room and everyone gathers around. “Wait…wasn’t there a peace negotiation going on there?” I asked. Anakin looks annoyed “yes but as I’m sure you can imagine….the Separatist have been less than willing to agree. They’ve asked us to take out the base and rid them of the droid army”. I nod in understanding. Rex across from me is looking over the map humming in thought catching our attention “What is it Rex?” Asks Anakin. “If you can provide a distraction here. We can take the Torrent squad into the base through the back side and blow it up” Rex explains pointing to the map as he talks. I glance over at Hardcase and Jesse who are rattling with excitement in their plastoid. “We’re really gunna blow it up?!” asks Hardcase. “Unless someone has a better idea” Rex looks around the room. Anakin chimes in “Honestly Rex, that was exactly my plan”. That bad feeling in my stomach is coming back again. “What is it?” Ahsoka asks nudging my arm. “I’m not sure, I’ve just got a bad feeling about this is all” I respond. She cocks her head “what are you sensing something through the force?”. I laugh “Call it Mandalorian intuition. I am no jedi”. She laughs “fair enough”.”Alright, we meet on the Resolute at 0600” Anakin wraps this up. “Sir, yes sir” we all say in unison.

We all head our separate ways to prepare for the early morning. The men are inventorying med supplies and any weapons/ammo we need, Rex is drafting a battle plan, and I head to my room to pack up my armor which doesn’t take me that long. I commed the squad to see if any of them have eaten because by now the mess hall has closed and I’m sure they are all starved - I swear the clones are always hungry. I am not surprised to find that they are all still working away and have not yet eaten. The only one I have not spoken with is Rex and I opt to pay him a visit. Luckily for him there are a few office spaces that some of the Commanders share for some quiet time. I knew I would find Rex in the one he shared with Cody so I head out down the hall and knock on the door.

“Come in”. I slowly open the door and peek inside. Rex is sitting at the desk with his top half in his blacks and bottom half still in armor, buy’ce (helmet) on the desk in front of him. “Ni ceta (sorry) I did want to intrude but I figured, since no one else has eaten yet, you haven’t either?” I say walking over to stand in front of his desk. He looks at the clock on the wall “Honestly, I didn’t realize was time it was” he sighs. I pick his buy’ce up and look it over. “I was thinking I’d run out and grab something for everyone” I say turning it over. I notice some of the scratches and dings in the white paint. I turn it back over so I’m starting at the visor. Rex is quietly watching me with his data pad in hand. I run my fingers over the blue jai’galar’la sur’haii’se (shriek-hawk eyes). I’ll never see those and not think of him…Captain Rex…CT-7567… “yeah, food sounds good” he says bringing me from my thoughts. I set his buy’ce back where I picked it up from. I glance up to see Rex smiling at me “Commander huh? That’s gotta feel pretty good”. Suddenly I feel a flash of guilt…I never thought about him. “I hope you don’t feel like I’m stepping on your toes. You are still their Captain and I will back up any orders you give-“ I start to ramble and he cuts me off with a chuckle. “I don’t feel that way, I think it’s great. It actually gives us more freedom” he says through a smile. “I don’t want to be your superior though. It doesn’t feel right. You have the experience in the field with the GAR. As far as I’m concerned the Commander thing is only on paper, this is your squad.” I say feeling the heat rise in my face. “Raven, it’s fine. Really.“ When he says my name I feel like the force is pulling me to him, I look up and we lock eyes. That smile…Maker I could kiss him…Why is he so perfect? Those eyes, they see you for exactly who you are. As tough and battle hardened this man is his eyes are so gentle. I’m not even sure how that’s possible. He continues “Besides, you’re the perfect addition to our squad”. I can almost feel the emotion behind his statement. “Vor’e Rex, that mean’s a lot” I smile back. “I should probably let you get back to it. I’ll let you know when I’m back with food” I turn and start to head for the door, just as I’m about to reach the button... “Ke’pare (wait one- more empathetic version)” I hear him stand up as I stop. My heart is pounding in my ears as I slowly turn around. “Vor entye…… (thank you) for caring about me….. and my men” he says rubbing the back of his neck. “Kih’parjai (no problem)” I say but he looks like he wants to say more. “Was that it?” I cock my head. “Naas (nothing)” he shakes his head, dismissing whatever thought he had. I hesitate for a moment, then head out the door. My mind is racing faster than the pods on Tatooine.

———————

I decide to get the squad some fried Nuna legs - because lets be real who doesn’t love them - and whatever else I could find that should satisfy a bunch of hungry clones. Maker now I really know how Kal’Buir felt when we were growing up. As I start my walk back to the GAR barracks, there is a pastry shop that has similar pastries to the one Echo was drooling over that time we went shopping. I stand at the window and debate whether or not to get some when I finally cave and get enough for the squad - and then some. Feeling satisfied with what I’ve got I finally head back to the barracks. When I enter, Commander Fox is talking to a trooper at the desk. He picks his head up when he seems me “Su cuy’gar…al’verde (hello…Commander). Congratulations are in order”. “Vor’! (thanks)” I nod, trying not to drop anything. “When you guys are back, I’ll buy you a celebratory drink from 79’s” he says. “Sounds good Fox!” I holler as I continue down the hall.

I find an empty briefing room and set everything up before comming the squad. I comm Rex first before the others. After a while the door slides open and there is a mess of GAR issue blacks racing into the room. “Udesii! (calm) There’s plenty for each of you” I say shaking my head. Rex comes in last and stands next to me “looks like you made out well”. “Haili cetare! (Enjoy!- literally means fill your boots)” I gesture towards to table. “Aren’t you going to eat?” He asks. I nod “yeah just give me a second”. I head over to the last container that I intentionally didn’t put out. I head over to Echo “What’s that?” He asks. “Open it” I say with a smirk. He quirks an eye brow. “Hey, why’s he special?” Fives asks. “Don’t worry there’s enough for all of you” I laugh. Echo slowly lifts the lid like rat might jump out and bite him. Once he sees his eye widen “This is why you’re my best friend” he says. “I know” I playfully smack Fives - who looked offended - before handing him a pastry. “You’re my favorite too” he says through a mouth full. I finally grab myself some food before settling down in a chair next to Rex. “Finish that draft” I tease. He smirks “wouldn’t you like to know”, “hey, remember who brought you that” I gesture to his plate. He never answered my question. The squad eats and jokes around. I smile to myself as I was their interactions.

Masterlist

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[someone-ds]

I'm trying to learn how to unclench my jaw and lighten the storm in my eyes.

It's harder than I thought it would be.

To simply be me. Relax.

Roll my neck twice, hear it crack. Let my shoulders down as they've been warming my ears, so high and tense.

Breathe. Let the rise and fall of my chest ground me.

It's difficult to think about today. About now.

Today hurts. and yesterday did too.

Tomorrow will hurt also.

My pill helps me fall into a deep slumber, trapping me in my dreams for 8 hours.

I wake up and it feels like I was awake the entire night but my body somehow feels rested. My head is full of thoughts.

I mourn a life I never lived every morning.

I'm tired of holding a sword and shield. Of fighting battles that were never about me or you.

I'm tired of relentless sacrifices.

I lick at my own wounds in hope they heal in time for whatever comes next.

Because there is never a break. It's one thing after another, it just keeps coming and coming.

I don't think I ever had a moment of complete silence.

And now I'm old.

I'm old.

I've grown bitter and mean.

There isn't a fire in me anymore, no anger. No need to scream and yank and my hair. Pull it out and yell at the sky. Run outside and force everyone to listen and see what is happening to me.

I've found I was screaming at walls. And what I heard back was just the echos of my own cries. I grew silent after that.

I'm afraid that you'll never fully know what it means to be haunted by a life you could have had. By something you almost... almost fucking had.

I'm scared that you'll never know how tired I am of swallowing my words and burrowing my needs so deep inside me that I forget that I too have to eat and live.

There is a universe out there where every unfair thing that has happened to me never did, someone else is carrying the world on their shoulders and I get to be a kid.

I hope that wherever this version of me is I still get to meet you. You'll be able to get to love someone who's not haunted by grief and sadness.

I wish I could let you in and I wish I could relax.

I wish I wouldn't have to bother you with all the things the past has done to me.

But they run after me. They hunt me. I can't escape no matter where I go.

I have faced a lot of things and I'm tired and old now.

I've never felt so old.

There is no feeling quite like it.

Feeling old beyond my years.

I think I'm asking for help.

I think I'm asking for you to be strong for the both of us. Just for a second tell me I'll be alright.

I think what I'm trying to ask of you is to love me for the both of us.

Tell me we'll be alright, tell me you're be here if I fall. Promise me you're figure out a way where we get out of this alive.

Tell me that I'm okay.

Tell me I'm not beyond repair.

Please.

Love me for the both of us

#love #i love you #heartbreak #poetry #deep

[bruhstories]

Yes, Daddy

summary: it's stepdaddy!zeke, there's no need for a summary xD pairing: stepfather!zeke x stepdaughter!reader warnings & content: stepcest, unprotected sex, fingering, spitting, lots of daddy mentions, oral sex (male receiving) word count: 1.5k

a/n: danger! this is very self-indulgent, i'm so sorry

You couldn't understand why your mother wanted to get married after your father left. The two of you were perfectly fine just by yourselves. She kept yapping about how a man could offer you stability and security, but you knew better — you knew your mom just wanted to get laid, and since she was almost 50, no one sane man of her age would marry her. She looked good for her age, so it was no surprise when she finally brought home her boyfriend. What was surprising was that Zeke was twenty years younger than your mother. Hell, you were closer to his age than her — he was only nine years older than you. But you could completely understand why she fell in love with him. The man was handsome, extremely intelligent, charming and, most importantly, rich. And for some stupid reason, Zeke was dating your mother, a reason you didn't figure out yet.

Then the wedding happened, and your mother was the happiest she'd ever been. You helped pick her dress, organised the whole damn thing to the smallest detail, even tasted the cake. You were going to move out eventually, and decided your mother would feel better if she had someone around her, so you tried to be nice to your new father. Besides, after Zeke moved in with you, you found out he was a pretty cool guy. So cool, that you began to fantasise about him, touching yourself when you heard him fuck your mom through the thin walls that separated your rooms.

You can't sleep. You toss and turn in your bed, you're either too hot, too cold, too tired or too full of energy.

"Fuck." You breathe out, pushing the blanket off of you. Perhaps a glass of milk will help, and so you go downstairs, dressed in nothing but an oversized t-shirt and a pair of knee socks. You don't expect Zeke to still be awake after the way he the bed screeched an hour ago, yet there he is, watching some documentary about monkeys.

"Can't sleep either?" You walk into the living room and he glances at you, not so subtly admiring your thighs. Maybe you should've put on some panties.

"No. I can't get used to the mattress."

"Huh." You shrug, making your way to the kitchen. "Want some milk?"

"Yes, please." Zeke nods, not taking his eyes off of you. You don't turn the lights on, you know your house like the palm of your hand, and open the fridge, bending down for the jug. The shirt isn't long enough to cover your body once you've bent, and you know that. You count on that.

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

You hand him the glass of milk before plopping on the couch, thighs exposed to the viewing pleasure of your stepfather. Neither of you is paying any attention to the TV, but you both pretend to be immersed in the documentary. Until you become adventurous and rest your hand on his knee. He doesn't flinch.

"You've got some milk..." Zeke points at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh? Did I get it off?"

"No. Here, let me." He wipes the drop with his index finger. Swiftly, before he can remove his hand, you poke your tongue out, giving his finger a slow lick. He's frozen, and you take advantage of this to suck on his index, not breaking eye contact for one second.

"Thanks." You flash him a smile after removing his finger out of your mouth with a pop. You're threading on thin ice, and it's about to crack by the looks of his growing bulge.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to suck on your stepfather's fingers like that?" Zeke's condescending tone makes you squeeze your thighs together, and he leans closer to you.

"You could've removed them from my mouth, daddy." Your hand travels from his shoulder to his chest. "Makes me think you liked it. That's not very appropriate either, is it?"

"Why, you little... slut." His calloused fingertips graze over your collarbone before snaking around your throat. You whimper at the tightness of the grip, a smile creeping on your lips. "Shh, you wouldn't want your mother to wake up, would you?" You shake your head, half-lidded eyes watching his every move. Zeke releases your throat and you already lifted your shirt. "So eager to please."

"Mmm, I wanna please you, daddy. Wanna make you feel good." Your hand is desperately trying to pull his cock out but Zeke has you pinned to the couch by your shoulders.

"Bet you've got a tight cunt." He licks his lips, imagining how you'd clench around his throbbing dick. "Bet you're also soaked."

"Why don't you see for yourself?" You take him by surprise with a kiss that's so wrong, but that feels so right. Zeke kisses you back, tongue exploring your mouth like it's uncharted territory while his hand snakes between your thighs. You're not fighting him by any means, no. In fact, you spread your legs so he can have all the access he wants, seemingly satisfied by your actions. And he's right, you're dripping for him.

"Am I wet enough for you, daddy? Bet that old hag is so dry." You don't know what possesses you to say those things, you never hated your mother. But Zeke just has that effect over you and you can't even think anymore.

"Now, now," he shoves two fingers between your folds and you throw your head back, "that's no way to speak about your mother."

"Oh, p-please, as if you give a shit about h-her!"

"Hmm, it's true. I wanted to break up with her until I met you. And I knew I had to make you mine." Zeke adds another finger, curling them up to hit your sweet spot. "I'm glad you're not as stupid as your mother."

"Shit, fuck me, please! Wanna feel your cock inside me, daddy!"

"Needy whore. Do you beg other boys like this?"

"N-no, just you! Only you!"

"Good, because starting today, you're not allowed to see other men. Not after I fuck you."

Finally, you think, finally he wants you. You bite on your lower lip when he spits on his cock, the glistening tip pushing at your entrance as you squirm and whimper. Zeke is by far the biggest man to fuck you, and you're sure you'll be sore tomorrow. Inch by inch, he bottoms out, filling a whole no one could have filled. Manicured fingernails dig into his shoulders for support because the man is so feral and aggressive, you feel the couch sliding back with every thrust. And your face — it's a sight for sore eyes, the way your lips form an O when he fucks into you, the way your eyes roll when his cock grazes over your cervix. He drinks you in, that's a fact.

"Fuck, you're sotight." Zeke grabs your chin, fingers pressing into your cheeks. "Open that filthy mouth."

You obey, thinking he might kiss you, but the man merely spits into your mouth and you clench your spongy walls around his cock, swallowing before he can tell you to do it.

"Good slut." He praises you and you feel your cheeks burning, chanting his name like a prayer. "As much as I love you mewling like a bitch in heat," Zeke shoves three fingers in your mouth, "I need you to shut the fuck up."

You nod, eyes filled with lust and desire as he fucks into your poor cunt. The harder he thrusts, the more you want him, and so you buck your hips, earning a low growl from your stepfather.

"That's right, take it like the whore you are."

You want to ride him, want to scream his name, but you can't, not with your mother upstairs, but at this point, you don't even care if she hears you — all you want is the sweet release of your orgasm that's been building up for some time now. Zeke can feel your need by the way you pant and arch your back, and he decides to let you have it.

"Be a good girl and rub that clit for daddy, yeah?"

You don't waste any more time and do as you're told, frantically touching yourself, clenching your muscles before relaxing them with muffled moans. He seems satisfied by your little performance, slowly pulling his throbbing cock out of your sore, soppy cunt.

"You gonna suck and swallow, love?" He removes his fingers from your mouth, coated in your saliva, drool dripping down your chin.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You answer him eagerly, tentatively falling to your knees and without a warning, you take him into your mouth.

It doesn't take much to make Zeke come — with hollowed cheeks, you bob your head up and down, back and forth, palming his balls and swirling your tongue around his cock and he's putty in your hands. When he's close, he holds your head back so that you don't miss a single drop of his cum and, like the good stepdaughter you are, you swallow the entire load with a smile on your pretty face. Zeke mockingly pats your head and you look at him with glossy eyes.

"Same time, tomorrow?"

"Yes, daddy."

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