#seriously how do y'all stay out of trouble

[argiopi]

got the cops called on me for the most hilariously sensible reason last night

So i have a new industrial piercing (my first piercing..! i love it •w•), and it got infected because of course it did, it's a cartilage piercing and i live outside. Context i've been living in my car for the past few weeks, which has been pretty good but one of the tradeoffs is i do not have a bathroom. The piercer told me if the piercing got infected I could soak it in saltwater, so i needed a source of 1. salt, 2. water that is warm or at least not the below-freezing ambient temperature i currently exist in.

Gas stations have both these things. (I have yet to purchase salt for my occasional propane stove cooking). Only problem is it was past midnight in a rural area, so I didn't find a 24 hour convenience store until around 100 miles into my route for the evening.

At 3 AM local time the store was inhabited by just One stern-looking employee who was mopping the floor. My grungy ass walks in carrying a small collapsible bowl and immediately begins casing the place like the world's shittiest thief, looking for those little free salt packets. I looked around the (empty, no hot food at 3 AM) hot dog stand and saw only wet condiments so i circled back around to the grocery section in case they were selling salt shakers I could buy. No luck so i desperately returned to the hot dog counter in case I missed the salt, and noticed a cabinet labeled CONDIMENTS below the dog cooker, which did conceal salt packets. I stuffed a handful of them in my pocket and hoped the mopping woman wouldn't ask, then pivoted to the bathroom where I locked myself for the next fifteen minutes.

I filled my bowl with hot water which was actually cool water but at least it wasn't frigid, and mixed salt into it and held it to my ear. After a few minutes the staff, who had been understandably watching me from around corners the entire time I was searching for salt, knocked on the door. I replied "hello?" and she didn't respond, so I assumed she was just checking if anyone was in there before she tried entering to continue mopping. I finished cleaning my sad little ear and bought a bag of yogurt pretzels as a gesture of good will because I felt bad for taking her salt and taking too much time in the bathroom when she needed to clean.

Enter The Pig. I had returned to my car and grabbed my first aid kit to apply antiobiotic ointment, when an officer entered the store. Trepidation when he arrived since I knew I was being a freak, but then i thought he was just doing his own shopping, then he came back out and approached my vehicle.

Rolled down my window and he asks what was going on in the bathroom. (What if i had been just taking a long shit??). So I showed him my ear and my bowl and explained, as Alertly, Calmly, and Soberly as i could after driving for multiple hours after midnight, to the face of someone who can ruin my life with a penstroke, that I was on the road and had to soak this infected piercing. Luckily it was a confused young cop who was too bewildered to inquire much further, not an old hardass who might start asking more challenging questions such as "where are you going" or "where are you staying tonight and why are you washing your ear at the gas station and not there." He clearly barely even looked at my car - asked if i was a local when my license plate is from two timezones away - and let me go without even collecting my information.

That was the sixth time that police have confronted me for acting outside social norms. The first time was because I was plucking an invasive plant species from the side of the road and he thought I was falling when I walked up & down the slope. The second time I was walking home alone at night, and maybe someone called because I had a backpack on and they thought I was trying to rob a house. I was just walking home from the train. The third time I had been biking home in the dark without a headlight, and i fell on my face and didn't know I was bleeding until a bastard pulled up and told me someone called because they thought I got hit by a car. The fourth time was when I fell in the river last winter and i was knocking on random doors asking for directions home to minimize my risk of hypothermia, and I suppose the woman who drove me home called to send someone to make sure i was okay? The fifth time was the first time I slept in my car, which ironically was before I started serially sleeping in my car. I was falling asleep on the highway after an all-nighter so I took the next exit and took a nap in my driver's seat at the end of a random residential street before I ended up on the news, and that's how I learned suburbanites are paranoid as all hell about anything out of the ordinary because a cop knocked on my window and asked me if I was drunk (who would say yes to that question?). Now I select my sleeping sites very carefully, which is probably the most annoying thing about hashtag vanlife, but I haven't gotten The Knock again yet and sometimes when I pull into random public lands after dark I wake up to mountains I've never seen before and that fuels my soul.

Lesson learned is that if you need to snort sodium chloride in a gas station bathroom at 3 AM, just have an ear piercing and dampen the hair around it and carry a bowl around, and you've got a story that's Too Weird To Be Making Shit Up.

#seriously how do y'all stay out of trouble #I Am Just Living My Life why does that incite so much suspicion. #this time was fair though i 1000% looked like a criminal who was about to drive home under an influence #blogging #FOLKS WHO FOLLOWED FOR ART I HOPE YOU ENJOY STORYTIME TOO LOL. #I saw THIRTEEN!!!! shooting stars while driving last night #i think that is a new personal record. was there a meteor shower? surely there was. #Two of them were bright enough to leave a dust trail.. ⭐︎つ⭐︎ #mountain roads are so scary lol what do you Mean there is no guard rail on this narrow winding road that drops off into Death Zone #not to mention when there is snow on the road..? #my tires spun out the other night because i was clinging too close to the uphill side of the mountain and went off the road #in my defense i could not see the lines on the road on account of they were covered by snow #anyway i sunk deep but luckily i have 4WD so i could wiggle out without help #but the snow gripped my tires and pulled them in the opposite direction i was trying to go.. #what if i was driving on the side facing downhill and slipped off the road and the snow gripped me. #best case scenario: car is Funked. worst case scenario Death #anyway i think my ear is slightly less painful & inflamed this morning..? i am going to go wash it at a much less sussy hour #the sky is so clear and bright here... #madly in love with the milky way. #i wonder how often ppl assume ppl are sneaking hard drugs when they actually have a completely legal reason to be acting strange. #not that i'm not living on the fringes of the law rn with the whole car thing and that's the only reason i had to be weird at a gas station #but like... lives be strange and complex and human behavior is rarely as simple as it seems there is always a story!

[whorekneecentral]

Snow Storm

Pato O'Ward x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pato doesn't listen, snow storms, getting stranded, car troubles, reader's mad at him and will lowkey let him freeze, teasing, it's giving dom!pato for like 0.2 seconds, oral (f!receiving), lowkey blackmail, penetrative sex (P in V), creampie.

Word Count: 1,729

Author's Note: this is for the six pato fans out there, I hope y'all like this one :)

merry smutmas series

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Your boyfriend insists the roads are fine to drive despite the massive incoming snow storm; as someone who grew up in cold weather, you knew better. yet, there you were stuck on the side of the road with him in the snow. 

"Do you seriously have to go right now?" You asked him, leaning over from your spot on the bed.

Your boyfriend nods, "yes, because if I leave it back - I won't finish wrapping it. Plus, it's a week before Christmas, the wrapping paper might be sold out."

Rolling your eyes, you sit up properly. "Pato, don't be ridiculous. They're not gonna run out of wrapping paper."

"You never know!" He huffed, arms flung in the air like a child.

You and Pato had returned to your home town to spend Christmas with your family before heading up to Mexico to join his family for New Year. It had been snowing on and off since you got home a few days ago but it really came down last night. Most of the roads were a disaster but Pato was insistent on getting this stupid wrapping paper.

"The roads are going to be a mess, babe. Can we not just go tomorrow?" You asked him but the man was already getting up, grabbing his hoodie off the end of your bed.

"Please," he shrugs you off, "I drive race cars, a little snow ain't nothing to a driver like me."

You can't help but laugh at his dramatics; you grew up in the snow, you know how brutal it can be to get stuck out there and yet, you stupidly follow him down the staircase and to the car.

Pato takes the side street the two of you had taken many times before. See, you lived in a small town in the middle of basically nowhere. When it snowed, people tended to stay indoors but they did plow the roads, but only the main ones took priority. This meant that the road you were on was one of the last to be plowed yesterday and had yet to be plowed today.

With the snow coming down on top of what had already fallen that morning, the mountain of snow piled up along the sides of the road. Pato's focused on the road but as he turns to go over the hill before getting into town, the wheel stops moving. He can hear the grinding, the wheels spinning but it's stuck in something.

You look over at the man, "are you kidding me right now?"

"Wha-" he sighs, "I'll go check." He tells you, pulling the hood over his head as he steps out of the car.

When he opens the door, you shiver. You had not only followed him out of the house but you were wearing sweats and a hoodie, that was nowhere close to enough to keep you warm.

"So," he says as he gets back into the car, looking over at you with a tight lipped smile. "We're stuck."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Okay, so I can push the car out-" he says but you stop him, waving him off. "There's no point, you won't make it over the hill and there's too much snow to make it back to the house right now."

His brows furrow, looking over at you. "So what? We're just stuck here?"

"Yeah, for now at least." You pick up your phone and text your sister, letting her know you two are stuck and if she could please call the roadside assistance. Pato sat quietly, not wanting to annoy you further; after all, you did suggest to wait until tomorrow.

"We're here for at least another 3 hours," you tell him, "she says they're gonna clear the roads and then come this way."

The man nods, staring out the window as you unbuckled, shifting in your seat to climb into the back. He looks at you, confused and you pat the spot next to you. "If we're gonna be stuck for 3 hours, we can at least be warm. Come cuddle."

He climbs over the seat, clinging to you the moment he gets into the backseat. While you were cold, you were used to this weather so it wasn't so bad but for Pato, it was as if you had shipped him off to Antarctica. He's shivering, trying to get as close to you as possible; he wonders if you'd let him get into your sweater with you.

You can't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend. He huffs, looking up at you. "What?"

"I told you not to come out today." You laughed and he rolled his eyes. "How rude? Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll move and let you freeze to death." You tell him and Pato smiles, sitting up a bit. "You won't."

It's your turn to roll your eyes now, moving away from your boyfriend towards the door. Pato ignores your theatrics and moves closer to you again, cuddling into your side. You don't move nor do you react, you simply ignore the man.

Pato holds back the urge to roll his eyes, his lips pressed to your jaw and moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. "C'mon mi amor, I'm sorry."

You ignore the man, not answering him. You'd move away again but if you move another further, you'd end up outside of the car.

He huffs, "fine, if you won't help me warm up, I'll warm myself up." His hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your sweats, shoving his hand down the front.

"Pato!" You laughed, grabbing his wrist. He smiles, "oh so that got your attention?"

"You mean you shoving your freezing hand down my pants? Yeah," you laughed but the man doesn't move his hand- at least not in the way you meant. His fingers rubbed over your panties, he can feel how warm you are, how wet you were.

"Something's got you worked up?" He asks and you ignore him question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try not to moan.

Pato's fingers worked slowly, pulling your panties to the side to rub on your clit and you let out a little whimper - by accident of course.

He figured there had to be a fast way to get you to forgive him. He moves his hand away and you give him a look, one he knows too well - why'd you do that. "I know," he tells you, "I'm sorry babe, one second." He pulls you by your hips to lay on the bed seat, your Uggs on the floor as he reaches for your sweats, pulling them off.

"How is this gonna make me warm?" You grumbled, an arm over your face.

"Shut up, will you?" He glances up to you, repositioning himself between your legs.

His hands rub over your thighs and despite his hands being freezing, it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. Eventually, his hand ends up right where it previously was - exactly where you wanted it.

You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface of your inner thigh. Your head falls back against the seat when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers tangled in his hair.

Pato glances up at you, his nose brushes against your clit and he doesn't miss the sound coming out of your mouth or the way your hips jut towards him.

"Pato," you whined, pulling on his hair when he stopped for a moment. He chuckles, "do you forgive me?" He asked, a hand running up the side of your thigh.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the man. "What?"

"Say you forgive me and I'll give you whatever you want, corazón."

"Fine," you huffed, "I forgive you." You tell him quickly, pulling him back to you. Pato laughs, his face buried between your legs once again.

Your thighs squeeze around his face; he'd die a happy man right there.

You can't wait any longer, you need him in every sense of the word. Pulling your boyfriend up, he kisses you when he meets your face and you can taste yourself on him, the two of you shuffling around a bit. Pato's sitting now, his own pants pulled down half over his thighs and you're on top of him, straddling him.

He lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your hands gripping on his shoulders as you set the pace.

He lets out a groan when you clench around him, his hands squeezing your bare thighs, red finger prints on your skin. Pato's face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Pato cheeks red from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.  

“You’re so good for me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. His lips find the base of your neck, he bites down softly before kissing up to your jaw.

Pato's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you bounced on his lap. The two of you are tangled together, not sure where one of you ends and the other starts. The windows are steamy, you're no longer freezing but instead, you were sweating.

"C'mon, just like that pretty girl," he edges you on, lifting his hips to meet you halfway.

“My pretty girl, so good for me.” He whispers into the silence.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek. Your boyfriend kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

He groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

The two of you clinging onto each other, his hands slip under the back of your sweater and you giggle, bucking forward on his lap which makes him groan.

"Don't do that," he tells you and you roll your eyes, "then don't tickle me!"

Pato laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. "Warm now?"

"Sweating," you huffed, smiling against his lips.

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[watermelonlovershigh]

Harry's All Natural Sleep Aid 👅🐱 /blurb/ (SMUT)

AN: i know i have like 5 promised things that are suppose to be coming out but i couldn't get this concept off my mind and had to write it out. so i hope you don't mind and enjoy. it feels like forever since i've wrote and it feels good getting back into it.

This story contains: insomnia, female receiving oral sex in a living room

{ dadrry - husbandrry - softrry - current harry era - three kids (unnamed and unaged) }

word count- 1,124

Harry performs his all natural sleep aid to help you get sleepy after a bout of your insomnia.

Around three in the morning you woke up and couldn't fall back asleep. So instead of tossing and turning and potentially waking up your husband Harry, you decided to go down stairs and have yourself a cup of tea while watching old Friends reruns.

Not even twenty minutes of you relaxing on the couch do you hear the heavy pattering of feet coming down the stairs. Instantly you know it's Harry and not one your children because Harry has always had a heavy walk. He makes his way to the couch with a grumpy expression and crossed arms. "Where'd you go?"

Giggling at your man child who can't go thirty minutes without you attached to his hip, especially while sleeping because Harry is a massive cuddler, you reply, "Couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you."

Now the grumpy expression turns to more of a sympathetic one. Harry knows you have trouble sleeping sometimes and he always feels bad because once he's asleep, he can stay asleep unless one of the following three things happen:

You get out of bed and he no longer has his cuddle partner, he gets a boner that just won't go down, or you or one of his three kids call out for him. Whether that's because one of y'all are sick, scared, or just need him in general.

"M'sorry, love." Harry coos softly, now beside you on the couch, leaning his head on your shoulder. "I could help you get sleepy again if you'd let me." He knows the easiest and most effective way for you to become sleepy. It works every time and it's all natural because he knows how you feel about taking sleep medicines, you dislike them.

Leaning your head into your husbands that's snuggled into your shoulder, you ask, "Oh yeah, how?" Before he responds verbally, Harry slides off the couch and onto the living room floor.

He gets situated on his knees in front of you and replies seriously, "Make you come, with m'mouth."

"Harry," you gasp at his naughty words. It's not that you're not use to him being so direct but it's usually done in the bedroom. Not in the living room where your kids could wake up and come down freely. There's no door with a lock down here. "What about the kids? They could come down here."

"What," Harry bites back, "you know damn well every time I give you an orgasm you get sleepy afterwards. It's just a fact. So pleaseee, can I eat your pussy? I'll be quick and then we can go back to cuddle in bed. And the kids are asleep. I just checked in on them before coming down here. Just gotta stay quiet s'all."

Knowing how right your husband is, you shake your head into a nod, then consenting with a verbal, "Okay, but you better hurry and get me off."

"Yes, ma'am!" Wasting no time, Harry pulls the blanket off your lap and pulls down your pajama shorts and cotton panties. He slides your bum to the edge of the couch cushion and leans forward, placing a delicate kiss directly on your little clit.

Just the soft touch of his lips to your most sensitive area has you nearly jumping out your seated position. "Oh, fuck!" you gasp out. Harry looks up with a pleased grin on his face but knowing that what he's about to do is going to be so much better than a clit kiss.

Leaning in more, Harry takes his tongue and begins to properly eat you out. He flicks his warm tongue up and down, side to side, on your clitoris, stimulating you quite nicely. His large hands are wrapped around your thighs that's laying over his bare shoulders. You have to grab one of the decorative pillows you keep on the sofa to press over your face so your heavy breaths and moans stay at bay.

Harry alternates between licking and sucking on your clit. He even pokes his tongue in your hole just to tease you. When you feel the knot in your stomach began to tighten and your legs begin to shake, you quietly warn out, "Babe, I'm gonna come. Shit, feels so fuckin' good."

He works harder in concentrating on getting you to your end. You glance down and grin through your pleasure at the sight of your husband on his knees, eyes closed shut, in the middle of the living room, eating you out in the middle of the night, with Friends still playing on the large tv in front of you. What more could you ask for.

Right as your orgasm courses through you, you reach down and grab a handful of Harry's messy curls, pushing him impossibly closer to your cunt. His face is dripping in your juices and you're sure you're leaving a wet patch on the couch beneath you. Biting your tongue, you let an internal moan go through you while breathing heavy through your nose.

When Harry can feel you pushing his mouth away due to sensitivity, he slowly backs away from your pussy. You look down again while trying to control your breathing and see just how glossy his lips and chin are. The sight alone nearly makes you want to go for a round two. But all the sudden your eyes get a wave of tiredness in them and you start to feel the effects Harry mentioned earlier.

Speaking in a gentle manner, Harry says, "Okay, time for bed. Hand me a tissue from beside you so I can clean us up. Then I'll carry you to bed, baby. Know your legs probably feel all wobbly, don't they."

Not having the energy to speak, you nod your head and grab the tissue from the tissue box you keep by the couch for him to clean you and his face up with. After wiping his mouth off, he carefully and attentively wipes up the mess between your legs. Then Harry helps pull your underwear and shorts back on you before standing up on cracking knees.

At least the living room is carpeted but still, Harry's joints aren't in the shape they were when he was twenty. Sitting on his knees for more then five minutes make them quite sore. But he choose to ignore the pain because he's just that selfless.

After standing up, Harry switches the tv off and then scoops you up bridal style in his arms to carry you back to bed. But before making it to the staircase, you lean forward with your arms around his neck, puckering your lips asking for a kiss and of course Harry leans in to meet your lips as well. The kiss is soft and gentle and shows just how sleepy you both are now. "Love you." you whisper against his mouth.

Replying back softly, Harry mutters, "I love you too."

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[diagonal-queen]

hello can i request dazai, kunikida, and fyodor with an insomniac s/o who's really tired after a busy day but can't seem to fall asleep no matter what and gets frustrated bc of it

"Can't sleep?"

♡ pairing: Dazai Osamu, Doppo Kunikida, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do they help their S/O with insomnia get to sleep?

♡ cw: Reader is an insomniac (I genuinely don't know how that would manifest itself as a trigger but hey! I'm just one person in a sheltered world. Stay safe everyone <3), probably super inaccurate because I myself am not an insomniac and don't really know everything about it, Dazai horny, mentions of taking medication, mentions of alcohol, swearing

note: I feel like garbage cus my writing takes forever and I feel like I'm letting y'all down for taking so long with reqs, but I don't know what to do to fix itttttttt. Apologies for errors and I hope you enjoy x

Dazai:

Well reader. You're lucky you cuffed yourself a night owl

He'll help you calm down from your frustration and tell you that it's fully normal. Everyone has trouble falling asleep, and you just haven't figured out an effective routine yet. He doesn't really know what he's talking about but if it makes you feel better then meh

His first suggestion would probably be sex, to tire you out. Even better if you go for multiple rounds just to be sure~

Yeah right Dazai, like anyone's gonna wanna fuck every single work night (besides him lmao). Safe to say, the idea is thrown out pretty quickly

He'll throw some similar ideas around (not necessarily sexual but certainly 'if they're tired out then they'll fall asleep faster') but those are all just temporary solutions, so he gives up quickly. What else did you expect from him?

He might also suggest drinking yourself to sleep since alcohol is a depressant and makes you tired. You have to remind him that excessive drinking is actually not good for you and should NOT be used as a substitute for sleep meds

He reckons that it's best for you two to let sleep overtake you naturally, and so you may as well just stay up for now.

From then on Dazai treats every single night like a sleepover. He'll wanna watch movies, eat snacks, and talk all night even if it's a work night and you absolutely shouldn't do that

If you want, he's happy to do something more chill like cuddling while sharing a pair of earphones playing mellow music

Whatever it is that the pair of you decide to do, he'll likely find that it helps him just as much, maybe even more, than it helps you. And he's grateful for that

Kunikida:

I feel like Kunikida also has at least mild insomnia, so he knows just how you feel and is right there to help you out

He's got it all ready. Fans/blankets to balance out the room's temperature, a warm drink (milk, tea, whatever you prefer), basically all the stuff Google would suggest

He would do all of that stuff alongside you even if he's already tired enough to fall asleep on his own because he understands the struggle. He doesn't give up until you're asleep and honestly get you a man who would also do that

He also discourages you from things like caffeine before bed or napping during the day to help you get more sleep at night

He'd make a whole new bedtime routine for the two of you and adjust it based on what works, it'd be like a whole thing that he takes super seriously

He'd suggest reading before bed and recommend/lend you books that he likes, and also read to you if you really pleaded for it. He really enjoys reading and he would be thrilled if the pair of you had a little thing you did together <3

If they don't give any side effects/react poorly with any meds you may already take then he would also give you some of his sleeping pills (because let's be real he's fully stocked with them. this man)

Kunikida would let you cuddle him in your sleep whether or not he likes it or it makes him sweat, because let's face it you need the sleep and he needs the physical touch. It's basically a win-win

He gives you permission to wake him up if you can't sleep and need his help, or if you want company in your waking time.

He honestly does whatever it takes to help you because he cares so much about you. Perfect man fr

Fyodor:

Bold of you to assume that Fyodor sleeps. Like ever. He's too busy being evil or something

When he learns that you're an insomniac he's fully willing to let you stay up late with him while he's working if you're in need of company. He doesn't care whether you're just on your phone or reading a book or whatever

If you ask him he'll also let you sit in his lap and cuddle him (as long as you don't bother him- if you do he's sending you right to bed)

Fyodor knows that calming music is a good way to help people sleep, so if you're down he'd be willing to play something mellow and soft on his cello for you

He probably wouldn't admit it but he kinda likes that you find it hard to get to sleep since it gives him an excuse to spend more time with you

But if you really do wanna get to bed then he'll have some tea made for you and he'll read to you. His voice is very relaxing and nice to fall asleep to and he kinda knows it (he's smug about it too because he's a bastard)

If you find that you actually sleep better in his presence then he's more than happy to move a couch into his office and let you sleep there.

He's also happy to forfeit (SOME) work so he can come to bed earlier and help you sleep. And he's also happy to cuddle you because you're warm

Fyodor will basically just help you get to sleep with methods that he uses to get himself to sleep because it's the only way he knows how. Even if it doesn't work please give him credit for trying because he really is trying super hard T-T

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[lyraeon]

A while back I learned something important from my therapist, and since I was trying to recount it anyway to share with a friend, I thought I would bring it to y'all as well.

We have all had at least one of those days where we've stayed up way too late doing something fun but we just don't want to stop doing it. Logically I figured that's just because "well yeah I don't want to stop, I have to go to sleep then to work and those suck compared to it."

Except then that starts happening often and you feel bad about always staying up every night, but then you feel worse and get more stressed because you know you're doing something you're "not supposed to", but because you're more stressed you want more fun time... endless cycle.

But as I was talking about it all and told her I thought I was self-sacrificing, the therapist had a very useful question for me:

"How do you normally know it's time to stop having fun? Like you know it's time to finish work because your shift's over, you know it's time to stop doing the dishes when they're all done or the washer's full, what is your signal to stop having fun?"

And I had to search for a while to answer.

"When the activity is done" - okay sure, but many games and books and series, or doing your own creative thing, "done" may take days upon days or even be non-existent.

"When I had to pass the controller" - obvious and easy one! If you knew you had a finite turn then the defined end is readily there, and you're also prepared for it! But requires pre-arranging the limits.

"When I got in trouble for it" - ding ding ding, we found the big problem.

When you grow up with "fun" being a forbidden activity you're only allowed to do after everything else is done to 100% perfection, then you learn to sneak it in where you can fit it. And you need that shit, seriously - you cannot get through life without some source of enjoyment, some tiny glimmer of joy among the tedium.

Many of us learned to read under the covers, or to play our gameboy in the bathroom and hide it under the sink, or that we could get away with running around the backyard for another 20 minutes if we just learned which intonation of "come inside" was the actual trouble line, or whatever other ways to cram in as much joy as we could before the hammer came down, for whatever severity that meant in your house.

And so that feeling of "I shouldn't be doing this, I'm going to get caught, but if I'm going to get in trouble anyway I might as well get as much out of this as I can" becomes part of what you expect to feel when you're having fun. And you only know how to stop having fun when you feel that way when you get in trouble for it - and in absence of anyone else controlling your behavior, that means the bad guy becomes either whatever task pops up to remind you responsibilities exist, or your significant other pointing out it's really late and they wish you'd come to bed, or your boss yelling at you for being tired all the time... or it becomes you.

If you don't learn that fun isn't a forbidden activity, if you stay stuck in the mindset that it's something you have to cram in in secret and hide that you're even doing? It becomes so so easy to hate the voice of reason in your head that's trying to encourage moderation and we're going to regret this tomorrow.

And that escalates. You keep being too tired the next day. You keep feeling even worse when you sit down to enjoy yourself the next night because now you're already tired, so stress gets to you faster, and now you feel guilty about how late you're staying up so you're not really enjoying playing your game or scrolling Tumblr or whatever anymore, you're just nervously glancing at the clock, "have I spent too long yet? How much longer can I do this before I get in trouble?"

Even though now you're in your 20s or 30s and it's been a decade since the last time anyone else told you it was bed time.

Learning that you're allowed to have fun isn't easy; guilt and shame are emotions that run very, very deep. And neither is learning to have a healthier relationship with saying "okay, that's enough for today".

For one, you have to stop threatening yourself. "Tomorrow is gonna suck" and "You're going to regret this" and "we're going to get in trouble at work" don't work. You already feel bad, you already know it's gonna suck, so why wouldn't you try to cram in one more hour now while it's not the day that's going to suck yet? Punishment is not incentive.

Because by now you're in a situation where sleep is a horrifying punishment that ends any fun, but you're not enjoying your fun anyway because you're tired all the time on top of feeling ashamed for doing something fun, and you're spending the entire time beating yourself up for being an idiot with no self control who can't even handle going to bed on time like a normal human being...

etc etc etc.

You will hear a lot of people give advice on how to get rid of the idea of having to "earn" sleep or fun or happiness by doing "enough" other things. To learn to accept that just being alive is enough reason to "deserve" to do those things. That will work for some people, but for others it just ends up one more thing to scold yourself about, especially when you're already in the habit not of denying yourself entirely but instead of doing it and feeling guilty the whole time.

But learning to set limits ahead of time, so that you're not anticipating some unknown time that a nebulous authority figure is going to finally have their horror monster timer run out and leap out at you but instead know when and what to expect? Holy shit it helped.

Don't get me wrong, it hella felt like depriving myself at first, like I was being grounded, and I looked at my phone beeping saying it was bedtime quite often and got annoyed.

But then I stopped treating fun as something that had to wait until the end of the day and everything else had to be done first. It is way easier to stare down sleep and go "I don't need you", especially if you have any kind of insomnia making the idea of being in bed a dreadful one on top of it. It is harder to say that about dinner, or calling a friend, or walking the dog. Plus then the day isn't over yet, so giving up on your fun isn't also accepting that as the defining moment of the end of your day!

So you have to start practicing looking for places to squeeze in a little more fun - "I've got an hour before dinner, that's perfect to make some tea and watch two episodes." "My favorite youtuber just put up a new video, why don't I take a break to watch it before I finish this homework?" "I need to go grocery shopping tomorrow anyway, and if I leave an hour early I could go kick around the bookstore first."

And once you do, fun starts to feel less shameful.

Don't get me wrong, if your issues run deep enough it still does sometimes. But when you get to have these moments of joy that you don't feel the need to hide or apologize for and where punishment isn't part of the routine, then fun stops feeling like something you have to dig your claws into for fear of having it taken away from you once someone catches you with it. And that means that finishing a level and glancing over at the clock is something you do because it actually managed to click a satisfaction switch in your head and you wondered if it was a good note to end on for now, instead of something you do with your breath held and the berating words already cycling in your mind.

I am not offering this advice expecting it to work for everyone or be easy or anything like that. I am someone with Depression, ADHD, and pretty severe PTSD sharing a technique that one therapist told me that really happened to click for and help me specifically, in case it might help someone else be a little nicer to themselves today, too.

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[loohser]

toxic!Ellie pt. 2

a/n: me love toxic ellie :))))). Going thru massive writers block atm so please stick with me y'all. Have many drafts started so if u sent me a request theres a good chance that i started it!!! Also Dina kinda goes sicko mode in this. Smooches for everyone and they momma

Word count: 1.6k

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“Ellie, get off.” You grumbled. 

You feel Ellie let out a small laugh from where her head is laying on your chest at your complaining. “But you're so comfy babes.” She wrapped her arm around your midriff and pulled you closer to her. 

“But I have somewhere to be! Don’t be mean.” 

“You think this is me being mean? I can show you mean.” She told you seriously. She sat up against the headboard and pulled you into her chest.

You frowned at her, “Ugh you're so annoying. I have to tutor someone in 10 minutes!” You start to get up from the bed but she grabs your arm last minute and pulls you back to her body. You let out a huff and rolled your eyes. She grabbed your chin and pulled your face right in front of hers. “Don’t ever fucking roll your eyes at me again. Understood?” You widen your eyes at her sudden seriousness. 

“Fine.” You snipped at her. “I have to go. Or I’ll be late.” You stood up firmly this time in case she were to pull you down again. You started to pack your backpack to take to your study session. 

Ellie watched as you gathered your items. She knew as soon she said her last words to you that she struck a nerve. She hasn’t gotten that strict with you before so she was afraid that she scared you off. She watched as you scrambled to pull on your shoes. “Hey, maybe I can drive you? By the time you get back it’ll be dark and I don’t want you by yourself at night.” She stood up and walked towards you. 

You pulled back from Ellie and headed towards the door. “No, it’s fine. I’ll take my car, thanks.” 

You slipped off your sneaker that wasn’t going up your heel and switched to your crocs that sit beside the door. 

“Hey, don’t be like that. Lemme drive you.” She started searching for her car keys. You held up your hand. “Ellie, I’m serious. I can drive myself. Go smoke some weed or something. You need to chill the fuck out.” As soon as you said that you turned around and left the room. You were scared as fuck and didn’t want to see her reaction. You looked down at your phone and saw 2 missed calls from Abby. “Fuck.” You whispered. 

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You pulled up from Abby’s apartment and let yourself in. You saw her sitting on the couch. “Abby I am so sorry. Ellie didn’t want me to leave. But you know me, I pulled out the big guns and left anyway.” You flexed your non-existent muscles and sat down next to her on the couch. She watched you explain with a smile on her face. “Oh yeah? You my strong girl?” She smirks as she puts her arm around you. As soon as Abby leans into your personal bubble you start blushing. You like the way Abby makes you feel.

You looked at her shyly. “Yeah.” You whispered. She laughs, “Why so quiet all of a sudden? You literally just tried to flex on me.” 

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away. She hummed to herself and cleared her throat. “So, wanna tell me about Ellie? Like how you two became friends?” 

You perked up. “How come?” 

“Look, Sam told me something crazy about Ellie today and I just want to make sure you're okay. Ellie is fucking crazy, to put it simply.” 

“Wait. The same Sam that canceled on me when we met?” 

She hummed to herself, “Yeah. But that’s not the whole truth. Ellie apparently scared the fuck outta her and told her to stay away from you.” 

You lightly slapped her shoulder. “No way! She wouldn’t do that!” 

“Well apparently she would. And she did. Sam almost shit her pants so she stayed home. She didn’t want to test Ellie.” 

You stayed silent. You had trouble imagining Ellie scaring someone off for you. She was your best friend. Why would she do that? You had to talk to her about it. 

Abby waved a hand in your face. “You okay there?” 

You nodded. “Yeah. Just in shock I guess.” 

“So you gonna tell me how you two met?” 

You let out a breath of air. “We met in our freshmen year. We’ve been roommates since day one. I didn’t know her prior to college. But we seemed to click when we met on our first day.” 

“Hm, that’s it? Knowing Ellie I would’ve assumed that you two have been friends for years.” 

You suddenly faced her direction. “What about you two? No offense but Ellie hates you.” 

She laughs, “Non taken I guess. One random day freshman year, I ran into her because we were both turning a corner and she happened to be holding coffee in her hand. She yelled the fuck outta me but I assume the reason why she gotten so mad was because she was with a girl. She was tryna look cool and I messed that up for her.” She looks down at her lap and laughs at the memory. “What a cunt.” 

“Hey! I’m sorry that she did that, but she’s still my best friend and my roommate.” 

“You could be my roommate instead. If you ever get tired of her, you can come here whenever you want.” 

You smile warmly at her, “Really? Thanks Abs.” 

“I would do anything for you. Now come on. Let’s go see a movie or something.” She stands up from the couch and takes your hand in hers. Next thing you know you're laying in Abby Anderson’s bed with her arms around you. 

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“Son of a bitch.” Ellie mumbled to herself. 

“I don’t know why you let her tell you off, Ellie. If she said that to me I would’ve locked her ass in my dorm room.” Dina said as she rolled another joint. 

She scoffed at her, “I can’t do that. She would hate me. Plus, you should’ve seen the look on her face when I snapped at her for rolling her eyes at me. She looked so sad. I made my girl so sad.” 

“Oh boo fucking hoo. You need to be more firm with her Ellie. Look at her, she fucking called me your guard dog. She needs to learn some respect.” 

“Oh my god, I know.” Ellie groaned as she sat up from her bed. “I’m sorry that she said that Dina. She didn’t mean it. Trust me.” 

“Whatever Els. If she says shit like that to me again, I will make her cry. And I’m not gonna feel bad.” 

Ellie laughs, “Yeah I know you won’t feel bad. Fucking bitch.” 

“Hey I’m just warning you.” Dina laughs while nudging her shoulder with Ellies. 

Ellie looked down at her phone. “Hey, she’s on her way. At least she texted me right? That means she won't be pissed at me.” 

Dina hums to herself, “Yeah, maybe. Good luck with that though.” She gets up and starts to get her stuff. 

“Hey, where are you going? You can stay.” She looks at Dina with a pout on her face. 

“I don’t really wanna be around your girl toy. I already have to put up with her during class.” 

Ellie let out a huff, “Fine. But if you run into her on your way out though, don’t be a bitch.” 

“Hm, maybe, maybe not.” She winks at Ellie. “See you tomorrow Els.” 

“Yeah, bye.” She watches Dina as she leaves. She kinda hates that her two favorite people don’t like each other. She didn’t know what she would do if the other person made her choose one or the other. It’s not fair. Ellie will make you two be friends. Even if she had to force you two. You had to get along with Dina. Especially if Ellie was going to ask you out soon. She just had to make sure that her competition was out of the way. That’s why she had to get rid of Sam. Sam is a cunt and will always be a cunt. And she’s a pussy. Who the fuck gets scared of one threat? If anyone ever threated Ellie to stay away from you, she would’ve laughed in their face and told them to go fuck themselves. 

Ellie watches as the door opens and you appear in the doorway. “Hey babes, how was the study session?” She watched you as you took off your crocs and put them by the door. She saw how your face looked confused for a second. But that look on your face quickly disappeared. 

“Oh yeah, it was good. Felt like they understood quickly.” You start to grab your pajamas from your drawer. 

“Yeah? It’s because you're such a good teacher.” She looked down at her hands. 

“Well, I can’t take all the credit. She’s a smart girl.” 

Ellie snapped her head up to look at you. “She? I thought you were helping some dude named Timmy?” 

You froze in your spot. “Did I? Oh well, it was some girl. I must��ve gotten mixed up. But anyways, I’m gonna change.” You quickly rush into the restroom. 

Ellie's face hardened. She knew you were lying to her. Why would you lie about who you were tutoring? Unless you were lying because you knew that it was with someone that Ellie had beef with? But that could be a lot of people. “Fuck.” She thought to herself. Guess she was gonna have to check your phone while you were sleeping tonight.

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Flying to Italy pt. 3

Description: Y/N finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her with her best friend, and decides to take the trip she had planned with him to Italy anyways, but alone. But she meets Harry along the way, and so it goes... Does she decide to stay with Harry, or is it too soon and too fast? Or will she forgive her boyfriend? Only time will tell.

Warnings: nothing really! more harry, and maybe a little bit of fluff???

Word count: 2.5K (they're getting longerrrrr)

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A/N: hey! a new one! I'm glad y'all are liking the series! I've never had more motivation to write a fic, and I really like this one, so I hope you guys like how it's progressing. Unfortunately, I think it's gonna be a pretty slow burn. More stuff to come!

I sat in the backseat of Harry's car with him as someone drove us to his house in ITALY. I almost want to thank Lily and Jackson for what they did to me because it put me in this position. Now, like I said, I'm not the biggest Harry Styles fan out there, but holy shit, it's still Harry Styles. I love his music, and he's obviously a really cool guy if he's letting me stay at his house in Italy for however long he decides he wants me there. I know at least I'm staying there tonight, but it feels wrong to intrude for a whole month, so I speak up for the first time since we've gotten into the car.

"Thank you so much for letting me stay tonight. I'll look up hotels on my computer to try a find a good one that won't 'scam me'." I say, using air quotes on that last part, and laughing a bit because of what he said earlier. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm not inviting you to stay in my house only to kick you out. I was planning on staying for longer than a month, so you can stay your entire trip. It's a nice house, I swear I don't like in a shack. I really don't mind, it gets lonely there anyways." He said, shrugging, acting like a complete stranger staying in his house for an entire month was no big deal. "I really appreciate that, but I don't want to make you feel like you have to let a complete stranger stay in your house for an entire month just because I'm in a shitty situation. Seriously, Harry." I said, really not wanting to intrude.

I didn't want to intrude for a lot of reasons. One, being I know Harry gets a lot of paparazzi surrounding him, and I really don't want to deal with the entire world thinking we're staying together at his house for an entire month. Even though that is what I'm going to be doing apparently, it's going to look entirely different to thousands of fans who are entirely too jealous of every woman Harry is around. And two, I don't want Lily to see that I'm with him. As cool as it would be to see how angry and jealous she would get when she finds out I'm spending time with her "one true love", I don't want to give her a reason to speak to me at all. And I also didn't want to disrupt Harry's life. He came to Italy for a reason, and so did I, and I feel like if I was practically living at his house that would be more than disruptive towards his normal Italy routine, whatever that may be.

"Seriously, Y/N," he said, emphasizing my name, "I don't feel like I have to let you stay in my house just because of your situation. If I didn't want to, I wouldn't. And we're not totally strangers. We talked for a really long time on that plane, and I discovered that I really enjoyed your company, and want to spend more time with you, and it just so happened that I had the perfect solution for your hotel issue, and it also meant I get to spend time with you. If you really don't want to stay there, I would be happy to find you a hotel for your troubles. I don't want to make you feel like I'm forcing you to stay at my house. But I promise you, it is absolutely no trouble at all, Y/N." Harry said, very seriously. Okay. Maybe this wouldn't be as nerve racking as I suspected it would. It's not like there's a lot of paparazzi in Italy, and I really could use a place to stay. I contemplated what he said for a little while before finally responding. "Okay, I'll stay with you. Thank you, I really appreciate it." I said, and he smiled at my response. "But-" I said, and he frowned, "If at any point, any point at all you don't want me there, tell me right away, please. I hate intruding, and I really don't want to." I said, semi-sternly, to get my point across. "I doubt that will happen, but deal." He said, a large smile across his face.

...

We pulled up to his large house on the coast about fifteen minutes later. My eyes widened in awe at the size and beauty of the house. I didn't even realize I should probably get out of the car until Harry was opening my door and holding out a hand to help me out. No one has ever done that for me before, so I warily took his hand and got out of the car. The driver had taken our bags out of the back already by the time we got out of the car, so we both walked over to take them to bring them into the house.

"Harry. This is beautiful." I said, still gawking at the gorgeous house. It was tall, and a creme color, with beautiful accents of green shrubbery and vines bordering it. The door was white with accents of blue, and it had a beautiful birch porch swing facing out to the ocean. The porch was beautiful, too. It wrapped all the way around the house and had flowers and plants and bird feeders all the way around it. It was gorgeous, and I couldn't imagine the beauty that was inside.

"Thank you. Would you like a tour of the inside?" He asked me as he began walking towards the front door, smiling at me with that signature smile I was starting to discover. "I would absolutely love that." I said, returning a smile with the same brightness of his. He punched in the key code to the door, and on the security system once he got inside. We loaded all our bags into the foyer and he began to show me around.

"Now, I may have fibbed a bit about the size of the house, but I do have plenty of guest rooms. Six to be exact, in case you were curious. But there is a bathroom for each room, so you will have your own bathroom, don't worry." He said as he walked me upstairs to show me the bedrooms. They were all pretty identical, having the same beautiful king sized bed in each one with a gorgeous canopies over each of them. More gorgeous birch flooring that matched the porch outside, much lighter, though, due to the lack of weathering. It was gorgeous, all of them. The last one he showed me, I assumed, was his bedroom. "And this one is mine. You can pick anyone you want to stay in except this one because, as you can see, it has already been claimed." He said, chuckling. His bedroom was so very him. It was a dark gray, but not dark enough to make the room itself dark. He had art all over the walls, and the bed was very simple. Just a simple bed with a black headboard with posts on all four corners. He had a record player on top of the dresser, and from what I could see from the doorway, he had about twenty records next to it, The Beatles, Fleetwood Mac, Joni Mitchell, Bowie, all the good stuff. If this is what he had in his vacation home, I was dying to see what his regular house's record collection looked like. "I love it. Too bad it's already taken." I said laughing, and he laughed in response as well. "I think I'll take the one at the end of the hall." I said, smiling up at him. "Sounds good." He said looking into my eyes and smiling, lingering there for a bit before clearing his throat and looking away. "So, uh, do you want the tour of the rest of the house?" He said, and I nodded enthusiastically.

...

The house was beautiful beyond belief. There was a pool in the backyard, and while Harry was in his room, unpacking his things I assume, I decided to put my bathing suit on and make my way downstairs and outside and go for a swim. It had been ages since I had the time to go swimming, and I missed it. I walked outside and dove right in, loving the feeling of the water flowing through my long hair and across my skin. I must've been swimming for thirty minutes before I finally came all the way up to the surface for a quick break, and saw Harry sitting on the edge of the pool, feet in the water.

"Wow, you really like to swim, huh? You've been out here for probably an hour now." He said, looking at me, smirking. "Oh, uh, yeah I do. It's been forever since I got to do it so I guess I just got carried away." I said, looking down still treading in water, looking up at him again to ask him, "How long have you been sitting there?" "Just about twenty minutes. It's like you're in your own little world when you're in the water. You're like a little fish." he said, chuckling, making me laugh, too, at his comment.

I swam over to the steps of the pool and walked over to him as he stood up as well. "You hungry? I know this really great cafe. I visit it every time I'm here at least ten times. My treat." He says, smiling at me. "I'd love to go, but I'm definitely paying for my own food. You letting me stay at this amazing house is enough of a treat. I'll go get changed." I said, as I walked into the house and rushed upstairs to take a shower and change.

...

Me and Harry walked into the cafe he recommended, and since I didn't know the exact dress code, I decided on the mid-length baby blue dress I packed, and decided to leave my hair down. When we walked in I noticed it was a sit down cafe, so I knew it was going to be expensive, but I saved plenty for this trip, so I knew I was going to be able to cover it, but if I kept going out to eat with Harry who knew how quick those savings were going to run out?

We sat down at a cafe, and the waitress came over to us, not seeming phased by Harry Styles sitting down at the restaurant she worked at, but more like familiarly happy to see him. "Hey Harry, haven't seen you in a bit! It's nice to see you!" She said, smiling at him. "It's good to see you, too, Sarah. This is my friend, Y/N. Y/N, this is Sarah." Harry motioned to me, introducing the two of us, and I waved to her. "Nice to meet you! Usually Harry just comes here by himself, so it's nice to see into his actual life. What can I get for the both of you."

We ordered our food, and it was expensive like I expected it, but Harry apparently had a card on file, and managed to secretly tell our waitress that both of our meals would be on him. I thanked him, but still told him that just because he's rich doesn't mean he has to pay for my food, and he just smiled. As we were leaving we decided to just go for a walk around the small city and watch the sunset and the people around us, and get to know each other a bit better since we would be spending the next month together.

"So.." I started, as we had been walking in silence for the past couple minutes since we left the cafe. "So..?" He responded. We got along well on the plane, but now once that it was really starting to sink in that I was in the presence of Harry Styles, I didn't know how to really start a conversation with him. "Uh.. what made you want to buy a house in Italy?" I asked, finally coming up with things to say. "Easy. It's beautiful. Every time I used to come here and didn't buy my own place I wished I had. It's nice to be able to completely settle once I'm here, and not have to worry about where the fridge is, what's in the fridge, how comfortable my bedroom is going to make me feel. So I bought my own place here and made it mine so I could love Italy even more. What made you want to come visit Italy?" He asked. "I thought I already explained it, but I guess I forgot when talking about everything that made me take the trip alone. But, uh, I just always thought it was gorgeous, too. It was always on my bucket list, but with the lack of money, and then college, an then working my way up in my career, I've never had the money or the time until now. I wasn't going to let those assholes screw up this dream for me." I said, not looking at him. "I don't blame you. Italy's a great place to come to forget about things. Can I ask you a question?" He said, stopping to look at me. "Sure." I said, nervously, unsure of what he was going to say. "How did someone as bright and as full of life as you manage to end up with the worst best friend an boyfriend? It just doesn't add up. I'm sorry if that's too personal, you don't have to answer that." As he said the last part, he turned away and began walking again. "Well, it's not really as simple as that. I know I told you they cheated, but I've known them both for so long, and I truly don't think that's always been how they're like. I just think they weirdly grew into the people they became. I've never had any issues with either of them ever. No big arguments, hardly any little arguments. I had no way of seeing it coming. They never even have hung out alone, to my knowledge, before they did what they did. They even used to fight with each other a lot, and only really became true friends again a few years ago. And I'm not as bright and full of life as you say I am. But I appreciate the compliment." I said, still looking ahead as we walked. "I know I don't know you very well yet, but I think you're wrong about that."

...

Me and Harry just made small talk here and there for the rest of our walk until his driver came to pick us up. I'm usually good at reading people, but he was a closed book. I had no clue what he was thinking until he said it. He confused the hell out of me, and all I wanted to do was understand him, to be able to read him. And I couldn't help but feel guilty about it. I've never had to understand someone new. I've always had the same people in my life, and it felt so different to let someone new in. Not a bad different, just different.

#fanfiction #fanfic #harry styles #harry #harry Edward styles #harry fanfic #harry fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry x you #harry x yn #harry x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x yn #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles italy #italrry #italy #one direction fanfic #one direction #niall horan #Louis tomlinson #Liam payne #Zayn malik #fine line #cherry #adore you

[snailsrneat]

Stubbornly Hot-Headed

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Scenario:

Some people are really stubborn, but they pale in comparison to MC. Whose head is about as thick as a rock. Mix that with MC's anger issues, and we have a ticking time bomb. However only one person is able to reason with MC and that's their S/O.

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[HEARTSLABYUL EDITION]

Riddle Rosehearts:

Ah, there are two of them now. We're all gonna die.

No but seriously, Riddle is both happy and kinda annoyed that he fell in love with you.

Happy cause he has someone who thinks like him and often keep the first years in line.

Annoyed because you cause wreak havoc practically everywhere you go in N.R.C.

Especially with Savanahclaw and Pomefiore students. Who are also known to be hot headed.

Riddle, on multiple occasions, had to step in between you and another student to stop a fight.

He does scold you a bit afterwards, and while you are trying not to be so quick tempered you just can't stop yourself from trying to fight someone who ticks you off.

He can't stay mad at you for too long tho.

You have this adorable little pout on your face that is both so cute and childish it makes him want to pinch your face.

He refuses to say that out loud tho.

He also finds that dangerous spark in your eyes when you get mad really hot, to the point where he has to stop himself from blushing when he see's it.

Don't tell him you know that though.

Unless you want to him to sprint to his room and hide his face in the pillows, his face bright red.

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Trey Clover:

Riddle 2.0 Electric Boogaloo

No but really, Trey is used to Riddle's hot headedness.

So much so that when you start yelling at Ace, Deuce, and Grim he doesn't even flinch.

Oh and in case your wondering, no he doesn't try to help the trio.

If they pissed you that's their problem, they know better than to do something than that ticks you off.

However he will stop you from fighting other students, especially ones from outside Heartslabyul. He really doesn't want you to get in trouble with other students.

He also will, on the occasion, stop you from going off at brainless trio. Mostly because he can realize that their close to hitting your emotional limit.

Once he see's that he put his hands on your shoulders and calmly guide you to his bedroom where you can cool off, so that he can go back to reprimand them.

After he's done, he comes back with some of your favorite sweets and cuddles you.

He also enjoys that hot look on your face when you get mad. 50/50 on whether or not he actually tells you.

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Cater Diamond:

Oof

Thats all he has to say about your short temper.

He doesn't really care much about it given that he's never on your badside, but it can cause him some annoyance.

If he had a penny for every time he had to save you from a fight, you and hime would already have a honey moon on a cruise to the Bahamas.

He loves you despite the short temper.

He lives for that adorable pout too. He has way to many pictures of it saved on his phone.

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Deuce Spade:

Same brain

Except you're smarter than him.

Legit you both get into fights at eachothers side.

Like y'all are team rocket.

Does it cause y'all to get into big trouble?

Yes.

Do you guys care?

No.

In fact after a fight with you guys fighting together, you give poor Duece some extra kisses and hugs cause he's a sweet, innocent, and strong boy and deserves all of your love.

And who is he to stop you, his lover, from cuddling him?

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Ace Trappola:

You will never get a break

Literally this man will never leave you alone after finding out about your short temper around others, and not him.

Why? Well because he wants to tease you on how cheesey and lovey dovey you are.

It's like he's legit trying to make you angry at him, but fails completely when he sees your pouty face

Poor dude started having heart palpations the moment he saw it.

He still hasn't recovered fully.

He has, on the occasion, helped you out of a fight.

Mostly cause he didn't want you to get in trouble.

Though he will never admit this.

His ego doesn't allow him.

But he will pamper you after a fight, although he's very sarcastic the entire time..

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#This one goes out to all the short angry people in the world #I feel y'alls pain #Because I too am short and angry #Twst #twisted wonderland #Disney Twisted Wonderland #ace trappola x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade x reader #Twst headcanons #twst scenarios #twst imagines #Twsited Wonderland headcanons #interactions are appreciated

[queentheweeb]

Aonung X Fem Navi Omaticaya Reader

A/N: Soulmates exist in the Navi world, and you knew that Aonung was your soulmate when he defended you and your siblings. Also, canon divergence

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You didn't think that you were going to be accepted as quickly as you thought. You were convinced that the Tsahik was going to kick you guys out and fuck y'all but, the Olo'eyktan had a heart and allowed you guys to stay as long as you learn their ways to keep from being useless. She had inspected your siblings making a spectacle of Lo'ak and you swore you almost hissed at her but, your dad stepped up and placed his hand in her face showing yeah, he's a demon too. Your family wasn't freaks or demons regardless of her prejudice. You guys lost too much to be judged so harshly especially since your dad tried so hard to fit in and do right, there is only so much he can do. He was one person with feelings, no matter how hard he tried to hide them. You being the twin of Neteyam can only watch how hard he was with Lo'ak and Neteyam. Yes, Lo'ak got in trouble but, more than once your mom has said he was exactly like their dad and Neteyam was like their mom and you were a mix of both of them. You would always comfort Lo'ak and Neteyam when your dad wasn't around. This time Lo'ak was by himself sulking so you jumped him from behind earning a startled yelp from him.

"How's my baby brother, huh? Why you're sulking? No sulking allowed!" He was trying in vain to stay angry and annoyed but, with you tickling and wrestling with him he was giggling and laughing trying to pin you in the dirt.

"I got you!" He was on top of you but, you used your tail to yank him back and this time it was you on top. The both of you were giggling entirely too much to take this seriously. 

"I win!" You couldn't even say anymore except fall on top of him laughing from the gut. Unbeknownst to the two of you Aonung and his friends were not too far away poking fun at Kiri but, your sensitive ears picked up their voices and the annoyed tone from Kiri. Getting off of Lo'ak, he noticed your face and followed your eyes to Aonung making him hiss.

"The fuck is he bothering Kiri for." You were already on your feet making your way over there and Kiri was the first one to spot your fuming form on the way. 

"Why are you surrounding my sister." You faced Aonung who seemed to have started all of it, glaring at him and all he did was smirk down at you. He had five seconds to stop smirking before you wiped it off of him.

"Relax princess we were just playing around...she's a freak anyway so why do you care." You shoved him and his eyes widen when he landed on his ass and you hissed at him. 

"She's not a freak! You're the freak for picking on someone that doesn't look like you! Leave her alone!" You frowned hard, disappointed in him, and turned to grab Kiri but were blind-sided by a punch right in the face that sent you flying backward, head over heels. Holy shit, you haven't been hit like that since your Ikran head-butted you off the cliff during your Iknimaya, and it hurt. Tears unwillingly came to your eyes, feeling the blood flow like a faucet from your nose; shit, it's broken. Through the pain, you heard full-blown snarling and punches being thrown. You opened your eyes blearily, seeing Kiri and Lo'ak fighting the boy who you think hit you while his friends watched, unsure if they should break it up. Ignoring the pain, you stood up, walking side to side cause now you were nauseous, aiming to grab Lo'ak and Kiri off of him. 

"DON'T YOU EVER HIT MY SISTER AGAIN YOU BITCH!" Kiri bit his fingers and got up off of him turning to see you standing there reaching for her and Lo'ak who pulled the guy's tail growling at him. "Lo'ak it's Y/N." That got his attention leaving the guy groaning on the ground and grabbing you by the face gently. 

"Mom can fix her." He went to pick you up but, was stopped by Aonung who both he and Kiri hissed at. 

"My mom can do it, it's my fault." Kiri and Lo'ak were about to heavily protest, but you stopped them with a hiss and Aonung nodded ushering the three of you to follow. Lo'ak who was still full of adrenaline picked you up and kept up with Aonung's pace to the Tsahik's Marui. When the four of you got there all of your parents were there which was a surprise but, before anything can be said 

"What happened?" Lo'ak put you down and when Jake and Neytiri saw your face they hissed, Jake grabbed you gently and sat you on the floor in between him and Neytiri while Ronal got some healing herbs "Lo'ak" His ears pinned back because of why they got to blame him automatically even though he was part of it.

"It was my fault." All eyes turned to Aonung, and he cringed, wanting to crawl into a hole from all the eyes staring at him, particularly the nasty glare Neytiri and his father were giving him. "I-I was being mean to Kiri, and she told me to stop, which I did, but Key'ko hit her in the face, and that's when Lo'ak and Kiri fought him, and we brought her here." He knew he would have to apologize, so he might as well do it now. He was embarrassed as it was, having to swallow his pride. He turned to Lo'ak and said, " I am sorry." He turned to Kiri, bowing to her, "I am sorry. for being mean to you. You are not a freak."  He turned back to Y/N, who was staring, got down on his knees, and bowed to her. "I am sorry for the way you have been treated." He glanced up at her and, with a deep breath, got up and exited the Marui so he could go drown himself from the sheer embarrassment of getting on his knees and apologizing. 

"I didn't think he would do it." Ronal was impressed with her son's maturity glancing back to Y/N who flinched at the light touch on her nose and mouth but, she shushed her gently. She saw the way her son looked at her and Eywa told her there was something special about Y/N but, she will keep it to herself. 

"Mawey, ma'ite." Neytiri was rubbing her head humming softly while Y/N had a death grip on her dad's hand. When all was done Ronal hummed 

"Thankfully it is not broken but it will be sore for a few days. If you keep bleeding or cannot breathe come back to me." You thanked her watching as she patched up the scrapes on Lo'ak and Kiri quickly and that's when the boy who hit you was brought in by Aonung who forced him to his knees. He had two black eyes and scratches along his chest and arms and he hissed at the sight of Kiri and Lo'ak who hissed back.

"None of that!" Everyone stood quiet at the assertive tone from Tonowari who was staring at his son and the boy. "What do you have to say for yourself Key'ko." The boy said nothing but, hissed when Aonung pressed on his neck

"I'm sorry Y/N for hitting you." He glared up at Aonung who glared right back at him. Lo'ak and Kiri looked at him, looked at each other, and then looked back at him. 

"I'm sorry." It was like pulling teeth out of Lo'aks mouth to apologize but, he did it suppressing the urge to smile at the proud look his dad gave him.

"Yeah, I'm sorry too." Kiri's eye twitched but when all was said and done both of them got out of the marui to go back to lessons with Tsireya who was currently teaching Neteyam. Satisfied Aonung left the boy to be seen by his mother who was disappointed in the behavior but, said nothing. You refused to look at him instead your focus was solely on Aonung who kept glancing at you and was hovering at the entrance. Holy shit, what was this pull at your chest? Why was that so cool how he made them apologize after he apologized himself to you and your siblings?

"Why don't you go with Aonung sweetheart? I and your mom have to finish talking with the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan." You nodded smiling at the kiss he planted on your forehead. You got up to go to Aonung who held the beads open for you to come out first and followed behind you. You were flabbergasted by the 180 and you were convinced that when he was around his friends was when he was an asshole but, now? Not so much.

"You need a new friend." You're not going to say too much about the others because you did notice how they didn't help Key'ko instead just watching him get his ass handed to him by your younger siblings. He should be glad it wasn't Neteyam. 

"I don't normally hang out with him, we all found him a bit...strange, a tad too aggressive towards girls but, we ignored it thinking it was us looking too much into it... I should have followed my gut from the jump." He surprisingly looked guilty as the two of you sat near a secluded area of the beach with your feet in the water. 

"It's not your fault, you didn't think he would do that. That's why none of you helped him, right? He had it coming for a long time?" The silence with a single head nod was enough for you. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence looking out to the sea until you felt his hand gently grab yours. You looked up to see he was looking down at you with a sweet smile the sparks in your chest returning with the way he was looking at you. 

"Can we start over? We got off on the wrong foot. I will never make fun of your siblings or you. I promise." You stared at him to see if he was being deceitful but, all you saw was honesty and hope. Allowing the sparks in your heart to grow a bit you smiled at him. 

"Of course, we can." The way his face lit up and he let out a little chuckle made you feel okay with accepting him as your soulmate.

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Would you guys like a part 2?

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[bengiyo]

Last Twilight Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

Last week, we set the table and met Mhok and Day. Mhok is a mechanic down on his luck because of his legal troubles, who is looking for work to take care of himself and keep his deceased sister's beloved vehicle. Despite his past, he's trying to stay away from trouble. Day is a national level badminton player coping with rapid vision loss, whose family is looking for a caretaker for him. Day was amused by Mhok's attitude when he barged into the interview and suggested they hire him. After initial resistance, Mhok decided to take the job after a second encounter.

Y'all should have been more explicit about the dress code for Mhok, though it is amusing to consider that his style of dress in the house only matters for the family.

8 to 6 six days a week??? WTF

I'm glad Mhok is pleased with his salary because this is basically all he's going to do.

The entire scene of Mhok looking around Day's room is fantastic. It lets the audience learn a little about Day, but we also learned about Mhok because we see what catches his attention. Mhok is so tactile and literally sticks his hand in the fish tank, but touching and rearranging things in a blind person's room is going to cause frustration.

Mhok tossed a cigarette in their yard! That's a good character detail.

I'm with Day. I don't like the smell of cigarettes wafted off someone.

I really like Porjai. I said this last time, but I like how their relationship feels behind them that she can discuss it so casually, even if Mhok doesn't get her lesson.

Aon had so much personality. I am charmed. I love the handshake he has with Day. Whatever Day is working through, I'm glad he has a friend.

Closing the door on Mhok was good comedy.

Unsurprised that Day selected Mhok as a way to make his mom give up on a caretaker.

Ah, the show is continuing to connect the experiences. Mhok's perceived reputation is being presented as similar to Day being considered invalid.

I like day taking Day's expectations as a challenge.

Of course Day needed help and Mhok has to take off his shirt to not smell like smoke. We even go to see him crawl around from behind. Oh, BL, never change, except in the ways I demand of you.

Yes, touch his tiddies so we know they're real.

I wonder how the eye drops help to give him limited improved vision.

Yes, Mhok, make him help you save his fish. We got him out of his room!

Oh, they were having fun, but it seems they haven't disclosed his condition and Night brought friends over.

Curious if they follow up on that terse declaration later for Mhok to give up his eyes. I hope not!

Oh no. Rung flashback. Trigger warning for suicide aftermath.

Yeah, that seems about right for Mhok. Also glad this show is doing nonsexual nudity. Anyone required to care for another person is going to have to be engaged with someone beyond what others might consider polite boundaries.

Porjai jumped to fix this quick!

Oh, I really like that the gift is goldfish slippers. We can feel assured this is something Mhok picked out.

I may be gay, but Namtam looks so goddamn good in this show.

Omg Mhok is trying to understand how Day has to do tasks while wearing a shirt that says FART PROUDLY.

There he goes joking about Mhok's body again.

They just dumped the fish into the tank?? Are they trying to shock and kill it???

Ope. Said the name in the preview. Finish your drink!

This is working for me so far. I'm enjoying a straightforward premise being taken seriously. Really appreciating the lack of slapstick about the situation and dynamics.

#last twilight #thai bl #bl series #Ben watches

[bridgetoesoteria]

🔮Quickie Read: Pick an Oracle Card🔮

Short & sweet read. Just going to see what comes out. Numbers correlate with piles.

(Psst! I'm going to split the readings so the post isn't ridiculously long. Piles 1-3 on this post).

Hope it resonates!🤍

Using Mystic Misfits Oracle Deck + Playing Cards

Pile 1

Spread: 10 of Spades, The Joker + Lovers (Oracle)

You may be holding onto something you need to let go of. I am getting that it is some kind of loss or a sense of loss. You might have had to let go of a person in some way, whether that was through breaking up or physical loss.

I'm not saying "let go" in an invalidating, trivializing way. "Process" would have been a better term. Its like you are paused in the grief/regret stage. Wishing for what no longer is. The skull has a tiny little star on its head. It made me think of the star card in tarot. Healing. You could have to let someone, or something, go that you hoped to see improve. You have a lot of history. This could be related to struggling with mental health.

The movie Lovely Bones came to mind. I am not suggesting to watch it. Its not a pleasant movie and may trigger some people. But iykyk. Perhaps something about this movie is meaningful?

TL;DR: If you are struggling with grief, mental health, or anything else. Please tell someone you trust. Ask for help with processing whatever events you are dealing with.

Pile 2

Spread: 5 of Clubs, Jack of Diamonds + Fairy (Oracle)

When I'm reading playing cards I never know whether I should consider jacks as pages or knights. So I just think of them as both and go with the energy I feel. This one feels more knight-y...

(Probably) y'all rn 🤣🤣:

Okay, let me stop trolling. Yes, this jack feels like more of a knight of pentacles. So a lot of you could be on the younger side or just really youthful. You could be used to being looked as childish or childlike. You could like to joke a lot and not take things too seriously and that may be getting you in trouble in some way. Maybe you feel like you might need to "grow up," in some way and you are wrestling with what that truly means.

Or, you could have gotten into a disagreement with a youngish masculine. Maybe your personalities don't always mesh. I don't think this will be romantic for all of you. I actually feel like it is a platonic or familial for many of you.

For both scenarios, give the situation time to calm down. If you want to reconcile with someone, don't be impulsive about it. You should probably send something sincere, thoughtful, and as "too the point" as you can get it. Depending on your situation, you may even want to meet up. If this is more about you making decisions for your future. Again, don't do anything impulsive. Move at your own pace. Embrace who you are while remaining open to who you can become.

TL;DR: If you are feeling pressure to "grow up," take a breath and make the decision when you are less conflicted. Its possible to stay true to yourself and open to change. If you are butting heads with someone else, give things time to settle then send a sincere message/peace offering.

Pile 3

Spread: 7 of Spades, Ace of Diamonds + Sun (Oracle)

Right away, if you are wondering if a certain person is lying to you or in someway being duplicitous...you're probably right. For some of you, I feel like there is a feminine energy that is burning with jealousy. Some possible reasons that come to mind:

Run-of-the-mill hatin' ass hoe

Thinks you stole her man

Thinks you stole her "position"

Like...sis is mad mad. And they are willing to try and sabotage a new beginning, opportunity, or offer for you. If this isn't someone else, this could be how you are feeling toward another person. You could feel like they get all the spotlight.

If you're winning right now, keep it to yourself. There are def haters in your energy. They don't see you as celebrating your wins when you talk about them, they see you as bragging. If you aren't telling them directly, they know somehow and think that you are on a pedestal and haaate it. Be careful about saboteurs. Loose lips sink ships besties!!

TL;DR: Mad haters around so keep your business to yourself. Not everyone is happy to see you do well and they are willing to so something about it (as in sabotage your success). For others, you are the one doing the "hating," and may view someone as a rival in some way. Don't let this hate consume you. You are great and have much to offer too <3

~ K

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[brightgnosis]

Herbalism Is Dangerous & "This Is Not Medical Advice" Will Not Save You

There is a vast difference between (A) Writing up a Monograph or a summary of your own research on an Herb that mentions its traditional Folk Medicinal uses for particular conditions ... (B) Writing about your own personal experiences using x herbs to treat your own conditions that you have ... (C) Giving out a plaintext Herbal Remedy (whether traditional, from a modern book / blog, or even self created) ... (D) Making and selling Remedies ... (E) And outright making a post stating that if you have x conditions, then x herbs are good for those conditions, and explicitly encouraging people to use them in those capacities for those conditions.

The former two (A and B) are not a form of Medical Advice; the first (A) is just a profile or summary of a plant and its variety and spectrum of historical uses that you've researched. The second (B) is just a record of your own personal experience with a plant ... When done correctly, three and four (C and D) is just giving out a recipe or a product- and both have to be done in a very specific way ... However? No matter how much you preface it with "this is not medical advice and I am not a Doctor", the later (E) is and remains a form of Medical Advice and always will be.

Some of y'all newer people getting into Herbalism desperately need to learn the laws and how to properly stay in your lane to avoid stepping over that boundary. Because saying "this is not medical advice and I am not a Doctor" does not actually give you a free pass to say whatever you want about Herbs and Herbalism. Because you can get in a lot of trouble for it, and this will not hold up in court when you do get dinged if you are not careful.

Furthermore: You can (and will) actively kill people with this stuff by (1) Using bad resources to educate yourself (especially since AI generated resources are increasing yearly); (2) Not preparing your remedies correctly (with proper sterilization, proper storage, etc); (3) Not knowing anything about the history of the people you are giving advice to; (4) Not being specific enough in the advice or recipes that you give (such as specifying alcohol types, or using proper Botanical Names and Terminology, etc); (5) Generally just not being well enough trained to be handing any kind of advice out in the first place; and so on and so forth.

There are a lot of ways that Herbalism can go very, very, very wrong- and those chances increase tenfold whenever you start giving things out to other people. And this is not a fearmongering "if", or a slippery slope ... This is an absolutely guaranteed outcome of doing the wrong thing incorrectly in Herbalism.

Well meaning people have absolutely killed many people through poorly or improperly practiced Herbalism. And often those people are the Disabled and Chronically Ill who've been left behind by the system to begin with. And sadly, in a disturbingly large number of other cases, many have also killed their own children- and often themselves- through such improper practice.

I am literally begging you: Do not add yourself, or another person, to those statistics.

For those getting into Herbalism because of practices such as GreenCraft especially, I cannot stress enough that this is not simple "Fuck Around And Find Out" territory like the rest of magic and the occult is ... This is 100% "Fuck Around and Potentially Die" territory and it must be taken seriously as such.

No matter how easy materials make it seem, I really, desperately, need people who have no actual training (with a school) and are just getting into it (often as a hobby) to understand that you cannot just fuck around with Herbalism willy-nilly; to understand just how legitimately dangerous this can actually be.

This is based on research, in addition to 15+ years of experience as a Lay Herbalist, and 20+ years of experience as a magical practitioner. If you found this helpful or interesting, please consider Tipping or Leaving a Ko-Fi (being Disabled, even $1 helps); you can see my other "Original Content" here.

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[arithecreatorsstuff]

Things You Should Never Say To a Chronic Illness Survivor

This is a list of things that are just not cool to say to anybody with a chronic condition. I have fibromyalgia, which is a very complicated way of saying everything hurts, and no one knows why. I've heard most of this crap first hand. Seriously, y'all know this stuff doesn't help, knock it off.

"You don't look sick." Uh, yeah. Invisible illness doesn't outwardly advertise. While we may not look sick, you look like an ass saying that. 0/10, please stop.

"You're too young to be sick." You say that to a pediatric cancer patient? No? Then realize sickness can hit at any age. Another 0/10, stop it.

"It can't be that bad, you're always smiling." Here's the thing... most of us in this hellboat do not, surprisingly, like to be seen when we're not on our game, and we honestly want to just die. Unless you, like a certain very fictional SCP Foundation Doctor, can swap bodies at will, you have no freaking clue how anyone else feels. -10/10, say it again and we can and will find someone to smack the stupid out of you on our behalf.

"Are you still sick/are you better yet/you still haven't recovered yet?" Uh, yeah. Chronic illness doesn't just vanish. Supremely unhelpful, hurtful, and the next person who asks me this personally will find out I can still bitchslap with the best of them. -11/10, delete this query from your vocabulary.

"You can't always be in this much pain." No, some days are even WORSE. And the stress from dealing with unbelievers stings as much as our illnesses. Again, spend an hour in our bodies, you'll sing a new tune. -9/10, if you don't know, don't judge.

"You're just miserable." No shit, asshole. We're in pain all the time. If we complain, 9 times out of 10, we're not bullshitting you. Trust us. If we don't complain, it still hurts. For some of us it even hurts more to complain all the time. -20/10, say this one more time, we dare you.

"Have you tried (insert treatment/supplement/exercise here)?" Uh, probably. But not everything works for everybody. And some exercises just make it worse. 0/10, stop it.

"You just need therapy." While therapy helps deal with the condition, it WILL NOT FIX A GODSDAMNED CHEMICAL IMBALANCE/PHYSICAL DEFORMITY IN YOUR BRAIN BY ITSELF. You wouldn't say this to a person with a brain tumor, quit saying it to us. -11/10, do your research and learn something.

"Try to reduce stress." Uh... my body is the PRIMARY SOURCE of my stress, as it decided it hates me. So, unless you got a spare meatsuit behind your desk, this is just useless. -20/10, quit it.

"I know how you feel." No, no you do not, not unless you're trapped in your own circle of this particular hell. -25/10, this WILL result in me punching the offender if I hear this one more damn time.

"You're faking it/Fibromyalgia doesn't exist/you're just trying to get attention." Yeah, because being in CONSTANT UNBEARABLE AGONY 24/7/365 is just soo much fun. Look, no one really believed in radiation before the Curies, but it exists, and can be proven. Unlike the so-called intelligence of the idiot saying this. -30/10, if you think this, would you kindly stay the fuck away from us, as you're just a fool.

"You'll feel better after a good sleep." Assuming our bodies even let us, which is rare. And for me at least, I think the last good sleep I had was getting my gallbladder out, not that it helped. 0/10, just shove it.

"You'll feel worse in a few years." Really? Cause I legit want to die now. -1000/10, if you get the urge to say this, punch yourself in the eye and save us the trouble.

"Try (insert whatever diet here), it'll help." Not always an option on a fixed income, my dudes.

"There are people worse off than you." This pisses me off on two levels. One, comparing traumas/illnesses doesn't do much. Two, this is true for almost everybody. -250/10, mean, rude, and simply unhelpful.

"Everybody feels like that." ALL THE TIME? No? Then stfu. -1000/10, again, feel the urge to say this, punch yourself in the eye and save us the trouble.

"You're no fun anymore." Neither is our illness. -10/10.

"Why can't you just snap out of it?" DID YOU REALLY FUCKING THINK WE HAVEN'T TRIED THAT, YOU IDIOT? Chronic illness does not work like that AT ALL. -2000/10, never say this.

"Have you tried losing/gaining weight?" It makes very little difference. -10/10, shut up and mind your business instead of our waistlines.

"You're not really trying to get better." Yes, yes we are. And this doesn't do anything but anger us. The very notion we like being this way implies just how dumb people can be. -1000/10, just stop this crap.

#fibromyalgia sucks #chronic illness sucks major rancid donkey dick #and if you dont know now you know

[mythologyfolklore]

Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

(A/N: Trauma, body dysphoria)

Chapter Nineteen: Liù'ěr Míhóu gives Sūn Wùkōng a hug

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None of the men knew how long it took for them to snap out of their shocked state.

But Liù'ěr Míhóu was the first to speak: “I'll go after him.”

“Wouldn't it be better to give him some alone time right now?”, Shā Wùjìng objected.

The Six-Eared Macaque shook his head. “No. Right now, he's a danger to himself and others. Nobody should be left alone in such an emotionally vulnerable state. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Let me handle this. I can understand him better than all of you and if he lashes out, I'm the only one here equal to him in terms of power. You guys stay here, until I come back either with him or with information about his state.” His face darkened. “And while I'm gone, y'all can think of a decent apology. Especially you, slaphead! If I catch you wallowing in self-pity instead of coming up with a way to make up for your shit, I'll punt you to Diyu and there you can see what the hells are like, do you hear me?! Because if we all had to atone and redeem ourselves, then so do you! You don't have the moral high ground, slaphead, so get your head out of your ass! I'll see you later. Now I gotta make sure rock head doesn't get into trouble.”

And with that he too jumped on a cloud and flew away.

.

With his preternatural sense of hearing, it wasn't too hard for Liù'ěr Míhóu to find the other Spiritual Monkey.

He had flown southwards, crashed into a bunch of trees along the way and apparently had crashed into a mountain, taking out a big chunk of it.

As soon as the Six-Eared Macaque landed on the ground, he was accosted by a visibly unnerved mountain god.

“You better be here to stop that rabid flea bag of a rhesus macaque!”, he spat. “He's wrecking my mountain!”

Liù'ěr Míhóu's indigo eyes began to glow sapphire blue and he bared his sharp fangs. “Call my Eldest Brother a rabid flea bag again and I'll raze your precious mountain to the ground, do you hear me?”

The mountain god shook with fear, but nodded.

Liù'ěr Míhóu scowled. “Good. Now you mind your own business and I'll take the Monkey King with me. You will not press charges against him, make any other moves against us or encourage anyone else to do so, or you will face the wrath of the Six-Eared Macaque. And let me tell you, I'm one bloodthirsty son of a bitch.” He put on a sweet smile. “Also, I hear everything, so don't think you can go behind my back! I will know! Keep that in mind. Toodles~”

With that he made his way to the mountain, leaving behind a traumatised mountain deity.

As he made his way up to the crater, he heard muffled sobs and sniffles.

And Liù'ěr Míhóu would never ever admit, that the sounds hurt him to hear. Coming from Sūn Wùkōng they just sounded … wrong.

Finally the Macaque arrived at his destination and frowned at what he found: Sūn Wùkōng was hidden in a small whole in the rock, curled in a tiny ball of fur and blood, trembling and weeping.

Before approaching, Liù'ěr Míhóu made himself known: “Wùkōng.”

Two glowing red eyes peered at him from the darkness.

“May I approach you?”, he asked.

There was an affirmative noise and Liù'ěr Míhóu crouched into the hole to join the upset monkey.

“May I touch you?”, he asked next.

“… Dunno …”, was the teary response.

“Then I won't”, said Liù'ěr Míhóu. “But can you come out of that hole?”

At this, the brown monkey seemed to retreat further into the hole.

“We don't need to go back to the others”, the white monkey assured him. “Just away from this uncomfy mountain and into a nicer location. I know there is one not so far away, with a nice grove and a stream. I think a bath would do you good.”

“… 'Kay.”

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Liù'ěr Míhóu discreetly turned around, while Wùkōng rinsed himself off in the small stream and washed away the dirt and blood.

After a while, Wùkōng mumbled: “Can you hand me my clothes?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu turned around. “Sure, here you go – holy shit, you look awful!”

The Monkey King had dark rims and bags under his eyes. His frame was concerningly skinny, littered in scars and he had burn scars on his body and face. He was wounded and still bleeding, probably from the earlier crash. Then there was the shiner from his earlier scuffle with his former sworn brother.

“Way to appeal to my ego”, the brown monkey deadpanned. But he was hugging himself, belying his stoic tone.

“Where did you get those burns?”, Liù'ěr Míhóu couldn't help but ask, as he passed the other his undergarments.

Wùkōng sighed and went over each burn scar.

“Trigram Furnace”, he started with the burns on his face, his glowing red eyes and extremities.

“Hóng Hái'er”, he pointed at the other burn marks. “His True Fire of Samadhi is no joke.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu chuckled: “Yeah. I didn't tell his mother, but I met him once. And what a little shit he was. He found out about my ability to hear the future, asked me to listen into his and didn't like what I told him. If it wasn't for my own elemental magic, he would have burned me to a crisp.”

“What kind of abilities do you have? That aren't the same as mine, I mean.”

“Water manipulation, but my water isn't normal.”

“Could it put out the True Fire of Samadhi?”

“Yup.”

“Wow. Now I wish we had met you back then. Just without the impersonating bullshit.”

“Heh … yeah. Hindsight is always twenty-twenty. But what happened, happened.” Liù'ěr Míhóu smiled. “Come here. I'll take care of your wounds. Don't worry, you can keep your pants on.”

The Monkey King sighed in relief and sat next to the white monkey.

Liù'ěr Míhóu transformed a few hairs into medical supplies (yes, he could do that too) and began to treat and dress the other's wounds.

Once he was done, the two sat in silence and just took in the beauty of this place.

“I hate my body too”, Wùkōng confessed all of the sudden. “Not for the same reasons as you, obviously, I just … hate it. I used to be the Handsome Monkey King. I used to be beautiful. Now look at me. I look disgusting. Even strangers scream in terror, when they see my face. I don't recognise myself anymore. It feels like … like this isn't my body. Like this isn't me.” A hollow chuckle. “It's ridiculous, really.”

“It's not ridiculous”, Liù'ěr Míhóu contradicted gently. “It just proves how similar our experiences are. Just like you all accepted me, I'll accept you. You're not alone, Wùkōng. Okay? And don't let those stupid mortals get to you. If they call you ugly, then that's because they don't know true ugliness.”

“What does that mean?”

“Appearances are and always will be nothing but façades. A pretty face and a sweet demeanour can hide the most hideous nature. You know this better than anyone, don't you? You can see through illusions and down to creatures' very core, can't you?”

“I couldn't see through yours”, Wùkōng pointed out.

The Six-Eared Macaque snickered: “My mimicry is like no other's! I don't cast illusions, I shift completely. I don't pretend, I become the person I impersonate!”

The Monkey King grinned weakly. “It was pretty cool, in retrospect. At first I actually thought it was a clone of mine, who got away and went feral.”

“Hah!”

“If you hadn't used my face to wreak havoc, it would have been funny. But it was pretty epic, when you turned into my master and threw his own words against him.”

“Oh, you're welcome. Though I seriously don't understand, how you can be so loyal to him after all the abuse.”

“… He freed me from that cursed mountain. And for that I will always be grateful. But still …”

“It's not enough to make his treatment any more forgiveable.”

“No. And … I don't think it ever will be.”

“And that's okay”, Liù'ěr Míhóu told him. “You don't owe him your forgiveness. And he better realise that and accept it, because if he keeps being such a fucking jackass, I'll slap him till his head looks like a cherry.”

“Liù'ěr Míhóu, no.”

“Liù'ěr Míhóu, yes!”

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“How are you feeling right now?”, Liù'ěr Míhóu asked.

Sūn Wùkōng heaved a sigh. “Like shit, honestly. This whole fucking day has been a shitshow. At least for me. First that conflict with my big brother and his wife and mistress, then I was fucking mocked by Zhū Bājiè, Master threw a tantrum at me, you succeeded, where I failed, and then Master had the audacity to tell me I should be like you. No offence, but-”

“You're not the one, who almost broke his back and stabbed one demon in the ass eighty-one times. No regrets, by the way”, Liù'ěr Míhóu finished.

“Exactly! Also, you ate one of my subjects.”

“Yeah, but in my defence, Shā Wùjìng was the one, who killed him. And I shared with your other subjects. Couldn't let the precious meat go to waste-"

“You ate one of my babies! They may not be my biological children, but I love them. I'm their Old Grandpa Sūn. It was painful enough, when … when my master banished me for the first time and I returned to Flower Fruit Mountain, only to find, that …” He choked back a sob. “Fucking Èrláng had burned it down and killed my children and grandchildren! Fuck, curse that three-eyed bastard! Fuck everything and this journey that keeps me from protecting my little ones!” He burst into tears again. “I just … everything hurts and I can't take it anymore!”

Liù'ěr Míhóu didn't know what to say. Except … “I … I promise no more cannibalism? And I guess I'm sorry? I wasn't actually planning to hurt any of those monkeys, but-”

Sūn Wùkōng gave him an unimpressed look. “Stop. That's a shitty apology, but for now I'll let it slide. Let's … let's not talk about that anymore. And you can apologise to them after the journey. I'm not inviting you to my mountain, but my little ones deserve the truth and the apology.”

“Okay. Uhm … how did it go with the Bodhisattva and Hóng Hái'er? Did she allow him to visit his parents?”

For the first time today, Wùkōng smiled. “Yeah. The three of us flew to his father, the two had a sweet reunion and all … and you know what Niú Mówáng said to me? He thanked me and said that sometime in the future, he will be able to forgive me.”

“That's good, right?”

“Yeah … more than I ever hoped for, actually. I have missed him so much, you have no idea. Though … do you ever miss your crow friend?”

The white monkey chuckled: “Certainly. I think I'm going to miss my new sworn sister too.”

“I still can't believe you managed to become buddies with Princess Iron Fan.”

“Yeah. Now I have two friends with 'iron' in their name! Get it? The Iron-Feathered Crow and Princess Iron Fan?”

Wùkōng guffawed: “Hah! You're right! That is funny!”

Liù'ěr Míhóu grinned. “See? Changing topics though …”, he sobered up, “… how are you feeling now? Are you ready to go back?”

The Monkey King's face fell and he hugged himself.

“Not? Okay. Then we'll stay here for a bit longer. May I ask what's wrong?”

“…”

“I won't laugh or judge”, promised the Six-Eared Macaque.

There was still some hesitation.

Then, finally: “… I'm scared.” The auburn monkey seemed to choke on his words and sounded, like he was about to cry again. “I'm … I'm scared of going back. I can't face Master. He will hurt me. He will punish me for being a bad monkey. He will … he will use the Tightening Mantra.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu had to hold back a snarl. “No, he won't. You had to endure this shit for years, but now I'm here and I will not hesitate to give him a taste of his own medicine. I will not stand for his hypocrisy and if he refuses to listen to reason, I will make him listen.”

“…”

“May I put an arm around you?”

For a moment the Monkey King looked shocked, before saying: “… You may.”

So Liù'ěr Míhóu put an arm around the distressed monkey's shoulder and allowed him to lean against his own.

“It's pathetic, huh?”, Wùkōng mumbled. “Running away after yelling at everyone and not having the spine to-”

“Wùkōng, no. You reached your breaking point and were upset. Your anger in this case was perfectly justified. Slaphead's been treating you like a serf he can use and abuse how he saw fit. He takes his loathing of his own weakness and lack of agency out on you, because you're the only one he can control to an extent. That tirade you gave him was absolutely necessary. And that brat better kowtow and beg your forgiveness, or I swear to Buddha, I will make good on my promise of slapping his head till it's scarlet!”

“…”

Wùkōng leaned further into the Six-Eared Macaque's shoulder.

Liù'ěr Míhóu got the hint and hugged him completely this time.

The Monkey King's heartbeat was still rapid, so the Macaque sighed and pressed the other's head flush against his body.

Wùkōng let out a surprised chirp.

Followed by an awkward: “Uhhh, Liù'ěr Míhóu? M-my head is kinda pressed against your-”

“Don't focus on that! Just listen to my heartbeat and breathing.”

“… Okay.”

He felt the Monkey King slowly relax against him.

Good.

Softly, Liù'ěr Míhóu instructed: “Let my heartbeat soothe your nerves. Let my breathing guide your own. Just listen to the noises of the area. Listen to the flow of the water. The singing of the birds. The wind playing in the leaves …”

#journey to the west #liu er mihou #sha wujing #sun wukong #tw: trauma #tw: body negativity

[wildrangers]

The Moon & Her Sun // Josh Kiszka {4}

Chapter Four // The Lovers

Josh Kiszka x fem! musician reader

Word Count: 2.2K

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Hi y'all! This will be a multi-part, slow burn story so buckle up. Also, the titles will be very tarot-based but I am by no means an expert.

Warnings: SMUT (oral f&m receiving, protected sex), swearing, drinking

*18+ only, Minors DNI; seriously this chapter is almost exclusively filth*

You spent the rest of the day bouncing from stage to stage, taking in as many shows as you could. Josh stuck by your side the whole time, even when you went to see musicians you knew he wasn’t a huge fan of—like the current show you were waiting to get started.

“Josh, I appreciate what you’re doing but you really don’t have to stay with me, I know you don’t like this band.”

“Well, that’s not totally true, they’re alright, I guess” he fibbed.

“Joshua. Every time their songs come up on my playlist you change it, even if you’re in a different room. Seriously, you can go see another show if you want, I’m totally fine now.”

Despite your assurances, he shook his head as he replied, “And I’m fine too. I just feel better staying with you, okay? I know I couldn’t do much if he tried something but I’d be stressed otherwise. Can we drop it?” he asked, his cheeks pink-tinged.

“Sure, consider it dropped” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Can I at least get you another drink for your trouble?”

“You’re not a trouble but I will take another one of whatever you just had, it tasted exquisite” he smiled, pinching your hip lightly as you turned to go.

“Don’t make me change my mind Kiszka!” you called over your shoulder, drawing another laugh from him. You pulled out your phone as you waited in line, sighing at all the texts from your bandmates that had poured in since one of the boys had filled them in on the Max situation. The news had sent them all into a tizzy, which you understood, but you now kept having to stress you were okay. A little shaken up, but okay—plus, that’s where the drinks came in. Staying a bit buzzed was keeping the nerves at bay and as much as you teased Josh, you were grateful for the company.

You finally made your way to the front, ordering 4 drinks so you wouldn’t have to wait on the long line again. As you climbed up the stairs, Josh met you at the top, grabbing two glasses as he shook his head at you. “We’re double-fisting drinks now, Y/N/N?” he laughed, sipping his drink.

“Unless you want to wait on another long-ass line, yes” you replied, rolling your eyes. He set the two extras to the side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as the band finally began their set. You contentedly sang along, quickly finishing your drinks as the band played through their set. You cheered, jumping up and down as the starting notes of your favorite song began.

Josh pulled you back into his chest so you could hear him better over the music, “I do have to admit I like this one. I even let you play it sometimes.”

“Well then dance with me, Joshy” you replied, grinding your backside into him suggestively. It was too loud to hear the sharp intake of his breath but you felt it. You smirked before he quickly recovered, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you flush into his chest. One of your hands rested on his forearm while the other looped behind you, fingers tangling in his curls as you two began dancing against one another.

The feel of him pressed against you was intoxicating and you let yourself get lost in the simple pleasure of him. His head stayed buried in your neck as you danced against him, singing along to the song as you felt him start to harden against you. The promise of what could happen if you just let go for once was overpowering your normal doubts and trepidation.

You definitely weren’t drunk but you didn’t think you’d have the guts to say this without some liquid courage: “Want to head back to the hotel?”

Josh paused his dancing, turning you around so he could look you in the eye. “How many drinks have you had?”

“Really, dad?” you half-joked, fidgeting nervously in his arms. His hesitation was sobering you up by the second—maybe you’d waited too long to make a move.

“Yes, really. And wipe that look off your face, I obviously still want you. I just don’t want to do this if you drank too much because you’re upset over the Max thing, which I would totally understa—”

You shut him up by pressing your lips to his, pulling him flush against you. Your heart soared as he returned the kiss, his hands squeezing your hips. Your body felt like it was on fire as your tongues explored each other before you finally pulled away, desperate for air. Josh still had his eyes closed, forehead resting on yours.

“Wow” he mumbled, a soft smile lighting up his face, making your heart flutter.

“I appreciate your concern but I am more than capable of making a decision. Also, if you mention that fucker’s name one more time, I’m calling this off.”

***

Josh’s thoughts were fuzzy as you pulled him down the hallway towards your hotel room. He had barely had anything to drink that evening but he was absolutely intoxicated by the thought of what was about to happen. Still, he had a nervous pit in his stomach that he couldn’t quite get rid of—that maybe you would regret this in the morning, maybe you weren’t in the best place to make this decision. But you had made it plenty clear side stage that you wanted this, so who was he to project his worries onto you?

Josh returned to the present moment as he heard your door beep and you quickly grabbed his hand, pulling him in behind you. Your lips found his as soon as the door clicked shut and he felt his breath pulled away from him as you dragged him towards your bed. His hands slipped under your shirt, desperate to touch your skin as your lips crashed together.

You giggled as you fell back onto the bed, pulling him with you. He took the pause to pull away enough to place gentle kisses along your neck, drawing a soft moan from you as he sucked just below your earlobe. He felt your hands eagerly tugging at his shirt and he moved back enough for you to yank it off. As he lost himself in the taste of you, you two quickly shed the rest of your clothes. His lips eagerly found your chest once he’d removed your bra, sucking lightly, drawing heavy sighs from your mouth. He switched to your other breast before trailing kisses down your stomach to the waistband of your underwear.

He paused then, fighting between his urges and his feelings. His eyes met yours and, seeming to sense his hesitation, you pulled him up to you, placing gentle kisses on his face. “Say whatever you need to say Josh.”

“I just need to know what we’re doing here. Because if we do this, I want the whole thing, Y/N. I know I said I’d be happy with whatever you gave me but so much has changed over the last month or so—if we do this, I want all of you. Do you understand?” he asked, eyes desperately searching yours.

***

“I’m yours Josh. All of me. Everything.”

It was apparently all he needed to hear. He placed a sloppy kiss to your mouth before quickly removing your underwear, settling between your thighs, “Beautiful” he murmured, placing a gentle kiss to your center.

You tightened your fingers in his curls, desperate for more, and he quickly plunged a finger inside you. You felt his hot breath as he groaned against you before adding another finger once he realized how wet you were for him. Your back arched as his curled fingers found your spot just as his lips wrapped around your clit, his tongue deftly stroking.

“Fuck, Josh” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his shoulders. As he continued working you with his tongue and fingers you felt yourself approaching a climax embarrassingly quickly. But this was months of tension and waiting, so you didn’t hold back as his third finger quickly sent you tumbling over the edge, screaming his name.

“Eager for me, huh, mama?” he smirked as he looked up at you. Normally, you’d argue back with some quick remark but you were desperate in this moment, frantic to get more, more, more of him. You pulled him up to your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips. You quickly flipped him over, not breaking the kiss as your hands moved down to palm him over his boxers. He groaned into your mouth, hips bucking up to meet your hand.

“Who’s eager now, huh, Joshua?” you murmured against his lips before kissing your way down his torso, finally removing his boxers. You felt yourself dampen further as you took in his thickness. You ran a tentative thumb over his tip collecting the pre-cum gathered there.

“Fuck, please, Y/N” he gasped out beneath you, drawing your eyes up to his. His pupils were blown out in pleasure and the sight excited you.

“Please, what Joshua?” you asked coyly, placing a gentle kiss to his tip as your hands swept down the length of him.

“Please taste me, please” he begged. You gently stroked him, tilting your head as if in thought before running your tongue along the underside of his cock drawing a loud groan from him. “Thank you, thank you, fuck.”

You smirked at his enthusiasm, quickly taking his tip fully into your mouth, sucking roughly before bobbing your head down. You only stopped once your nose hit his stomach and his hands held you there as more groans and curses fell from his mouth. You pulled back with a pop, looking him directly in the eye, “Does that feel good Joshy?” you asked, never breaking the rhythm of your hand.

“It feels so fucking good baby” he panted, hips bucking up to meet each stroke. “But I think your pussy would feel even better.”

You felt more heat pool in your core as you eagerly dug through your nightstand drawer, quickly rolling on the condom. His fingers dug into your hips as you sunk down onto him, drawing moans from both of your mouths. You gave yourself a minute to adjust before you began rocking against him.

You were almost overwhelmed at the feel of him finally inside you, pushing away thoughts about how you two fit together like puzzle pieces. You moaned loudly as his hips snapped up to meet yours, forcing you back into the present moment, as you picked up your pace to match his.

“God you’re beautiful, Y/N” Josh murmured and your heart fluttered at the repeated praise he was giving you. He wrapped his arm around your back before sitting up and this new angle allowed him to get even deeper.

“Fuck, Josh, you fill me so fucking good” you ground out as he held you tight against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulders as your hips met together over and over again. As much as you wanted to stay like this forever, you could feel your legs giving out so you rolled over, pulling him on top of you.

You watched as he pulled away just enough to watch himself plunge in and out of you, eyes sparkling with lust at the view. He caught you looking and smirked, leaning down to give you another messy kiss. As your tongues battled for dominance, he snuck his hand between your bodies, fingers deftly circling your clit making you throw your head back at the intensity. You felt close to orgasming again and you scrunched your eyes closed wanting to focus on the feel of him working you so well.

“Are you getting close baby? I can feel you squeezing me, it feels fucking incredible” Josh groaned and you nodded eagerly.

“Yes, I’m so fucking close, please don’t stop” you gasped, as you began to meet his thrusts. He quickly placed his other hand on your stomach, forcing you to stay in place, making you whine.

“I won’t stop as long as you do one thing for me” he said, placing his forehead against yours.

“Anything, anything” you moaned, seconds away from orgasming.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, understood?”

You nodded and he picked up his pace just enough for you to quickly find your release, your eyes flying open as you cried out for him. He held your gaze as he guided you through your final orgasm and the intimacy made your heart catch in your chest. Was that…love in his eyes as he looked at you? You were distracted from this thought as he called out your name, climaxing as he held your hips in place tight against his own.

As his motions stilled, you felt yourself returning to your body, coming down from the high that he had drawn out of you.

“That was fucking incredible, Y/N” he smiled, placing a quick kiss to your lips before pulling out and cleaning himself up. You laid in a pleasurable haze as he wiped a warm washcloth against your core, taking care of you, as well. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes falling closed as he pulled you into his chest, peppering kisses along your back and shoulder.

***

The next morning, Josh groaned as the sun filtering in through the curtains finally pierced through his deep sleep. He reached his hand out to find your skin and felt his heart drop as only cool sheets met his fingertips.

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A/N: Eep, sorry to leave you hanging! Next chapter will be up over the weekend, so not too long of a wait :) Thanks for sticking around through four chapters, I appreciate it and hope you enjoyed!

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet imagine #greta van fleet x reader #gvf smut #gvf #josh kiszka #josh kiszka fic #josh kiszka imagine #josh gvf #josh kiszka x reader #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #moon and her sun series

[nemesis-21]

Still jetlagged and couldn't sleep, so I finally watched the KinnPorsche World Tour 2022 concert and here are some reactions no one asked for:

(kind of in order and I had a lot to say about the end apparently 😅)

Why is no one talking about the mom's performance??? Jaw. Dropped. 🤩

Barcode, Build, Us, Nodt, Job, Bas, Perth, and Tong are always invited to karaoke.

Jeff. Satur. I said as soon as he was casted that it would be a huge mistake not to have him on the OST. I got goosebumps when he (and the audience!) sang Why Don't You Stay.

MY KIMCHAY HEART! WHY DON'T YOU STAY ENGLISH VERSION?! No. Jeff took us to church on that one.

Kinn took Porsche to achieve his dream of having a beach bar. Stop! 🥺

Ex should only ever be referred to as "Daddy" out of respect. I was staring at him and only him during the Minor Family's stage. 😂

The Sailor Moon stage proves that literally all of us who participate in this industry, whether it be cast or fan, are a bunch of dorks and I love that for us.

Build and Us had me screaming my kpop stan heart out. Like y'all really going to do Mirror Mirror, Mommae, and Bang Bang Bang like that?! Back-to-back?! 🙌

Imagine being a rich boy who happens to live out his own y/n story with a boy he crushed on in college who looked like his celebrity crush and successfully got said crush to dress as that character for a live concert your company has put on after you two starred in a globally successful gay mafia drama where you two had many many spicy scenes together. Yeah, Mile did that.

Every single one of those backup dancers and singers were amazing. They did all those stunts and quick changes. Like everyone at Be On Cloud is so talented. Damn.

Build: I'm glad my mom could be here today. *Pony bodyguard strip show stage begins*

Bas and Nodt putting it out there that they're single and ready to mingle. 🤣

Us 🥺😭💕

Tong and his mom and him finally feeling like he made it! 😂🥺😭💕

Build 😭😭😭💕

Barcode, sweetie. He's going to be trouble if he ever learns just how much power his cuteness has over everyone.

I felt Bible's speech in my soul. I truly hope one day you realize that you are deserving of all of this love and more.

I started crying as soon as they showed Apo on screen. He has been through so much just to stand in front of us on that stage today. He almost gave us so many times because of how unkind the world was to him. I'm so grateful he tried and tried again. I'm so glad he met these other wonderful human beings and can have this happiness and success.

"Not 5 hours like yesterday!" *Mile sits down* 🤣 It's his company! He gets to do as he pleases!

Thank you to the translation team (and fan translations too!) for making this a more accessible show! They didn't necessarily need to provide that but I'm extremely grateful that they did that for us international fans. Thank you!

OH MY GOD CUMULUS LET'S GO!!! 🔥🔥🔥

(This concert is giving me emotional whiplash. 😅)

Excuse you, Bas, who decided you got the voice of an angel too?!?! Someone marry this man, please!

Build on that sax is everything.

Mile proving that with enough money you too can live out your true y/n wishes. But in all seriousness, Mile is multitalented and seems to be a genuine guy. And as long as he stays true to his passion with this team and not let success get to him, I will always respect and support him.

That has to be some of the sexiest drum, guitar, and bass playing I've seen on stage. Get it, kings!🔥🔥🔥

I change my mind: all of them are always invited to karaoke!

Perth hanging with Nodt by the keys! YAS! Love my besties/ghost ship.

S/O to all the fans who took kpop lightsticks to the show! I see you and love you!

The MileApo movie trailer is fucking gorgeous and is giving me goosebumps! This movie is seriously going down in cinematic history. I just know it. It looks spectacular already and I will fly to Thailand to see it without knowing any Thai just so I can appreciate it and show my support.

YO! TA DJING?! LET'S GO! TURN THIS PLACE INTO A CLUB!! 🔥🔥🔥

BRO! I would pay serious money to get into any club Ta is DJ'ing! HE IS KILLING IT!!! I WISH I WAS THERE JUST FOR THIS!

BUILD, TONG, AND US STRUTTING LIKE THAT!!! YAAASSS!!! 🙌

Okay, please, if there is any sort of higher power or diety in this world, please allow me the privilege during this lifetime to go clubbing with this cast with Ta DJ'ing. 🙏

I didn't need English subs to understand that closing. This group of people truly is something special, huh? And they really did make something special too.

The show just ended and I finally looked at the clock. I didn't even realize the show was over 4 hours long. That was amazing! I really hope they announce a US stop close to me, so I can experience this live. Wow.

I said it before and I'll say it again: KinnPorsche (and Be On Cloud) is changing and will change this industry.

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