#that'll mean I have so much to do tomorrow morning

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #needy!bucky #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes smut #sub!bucky #was this one something I've been fortunate enough to try? Absolutely. #and has it bounced around in my head ever since?? yep #I've got so many 💦sports asks #and I've been really hesitant to answer them bc I have people I know irl on here now #but honestly if my interests so far haven't freaked you out #those probably won't either #I made the best overnight oats last night I've been thinking about them all day #white chocolate chunks with raspberries and peanut butter #with oat milk #and I'm using that to distract me from the fact I'm locked out of my work emails and I can't do my Sunday evening email clear up #it's freaking me out that I can't get into them #that'll mean I have so much to do tomorrow morning #I'll probably lose my hour home on the train tomorrow trying to catch up #I love my hour to work and my hour home from work on the train #that's my me time #where I read my silly little book and chill

[daintyys]

in sickness and in health

fem!reader x remus lupin, 648 words, VERY LIGHT swearing

tw for throwing up and other sick stuff. also in this the daughter is named gracie!

Your daughter was a germbag, and you knew that, but as a mother, of course you had to take care of your baby. So when you got sick from her, it was no surprise to you or your husband Remus.

It started with a cough, which Remus immediately pointed out.

"Love," He said as you walked through the front door hacking loudly. "how long have you had that cough?"

You cleared your scratchy throat and shrugged. "Woke up with it, probably just allergies." Hanging up your scarf, you felt two strong arms snake their way around your waist.

"Hi handsome." You breathed, turning to look up at Remus. He smiled, his curly hair falling over his eyes perfectly.

"Y/N, I really don't like the sound of that cough, you have the same one that Gracie had." He looked worried, and you didn't like that.

"I appreciate your concern, Remus, but I'll be alright. I'll run a bath and maybe that'll help clear my lungs." You kissed your husband's lips quickly and made your way upstairs.

You ran a hot bath, and tried to relax. It was working until your daughter Gracie burst into the bathroom, tears streaming down her face. Remus ran in after her, trying to pull her out of the bathroom. "Gracie, Mama needs some quiet. Can we please just go read in your room?" He pleaded.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to make the situation worse, until you were suddenly overcome by nausea. "Remus, please get out with her right now." You squeaked, grabbing your towel.

"What's wrong? Oh-" He began as he watched you run to the toilet.

You hated vomiting, and Remus knew that, so he immediately called your parents to come pick up the kids.

"Good thing Gracie doesn't have school tomorrow." He whispered, rubbing your back and sitting with you next to the toilet. You let out a small laugh, and then immediately vomited again.

"My beautiful, sick, lovely wife," Remus cooed, pulling your hair back. "I am so sorry for you." You turned your head toward him, with a slight grin on your face as you proclaimed: "You're next".

After finishing up in the bathroom, Remus lead you to your bedroom. "What pajamas do you want, baby?" He asked, going through the drawers of your dresser. "The fluffy white ones." You sighed, shivering profusely.

"I love these on you," Remus said as he helped you get changed. "you look like a polar bear in them."

"A polar bear who feels like shit." You groaned. Remus laughed, grabbing your hairbrush. He brushed your hair back into a bun and helped you into bed.

"I can do this stuff for myself, you know, but I'm not complaining." You giggled, cuddling up in the blankets. Remus smirked, laying down next to you. "I love being at your service." He purred, kissing your cheek.

"Oh don't do that! You'll get sick too!" You gasped, pushing him away slightly. He gasped dramatically, and pulled you closer. "If getting sick means I get to spend more time with you alone, then I'm all in." Remus professed, gently playing with your hair.

You couldn't fight him on it, so you let him stay, and when you woke up in the morning, he was already out of bed.

Along with waking to being alone, you now also had an awful headache, and a stuffed up nose. You jumped a little as the door opened and Remus walked in, shirtless and holding two hot mugs of tea.

You blushed, still feeling that girlish crush for him even though you were married. Remus noticed, and laughed quietly, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"How are you, Y/N?" He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you took a mug from him.

"Well, much better now that you're here." You said, kissing him tenderly.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #hp #marauders #daintyys #fluff

[remusluvr]

say it ain't so | steve harrington

summary: Byers reader and Steve's last night together before leaving for California. content: female reader, angst, f oral, sex, no usage of y/n

The bedroom you have lived in for the last eighteen years is nearly completely vacant. All that's left in it is your bed and your duffle bag for the trip. It's weird seeing your once vibrant room so dull.

"I don't like it," you say, crossing your arms as you stand in the doorway whilst Steve is laid out on your bed.

"Neither do I, none of your personality is in here anymore," Steve sighs before proceeding to sit up. You shut the door behind you to go sit with him.

Tomorrow morning you'll be in a car driving to California with your family. There was no other choice for you since you still have your senior year to complete, which means you have to leave Steve behind for nearly an entire year.

Curling yourself into his lap, his arms wrap around you. You two have already discussed visiting each other many times, how he'll fly out to you and you'll fly back to Hawkins to see him. And you and he have already made spring break plans for you to come back to Hawkins for nearly two weeks.

It'll work, you'll work.

Your heart aches at the mere idea of not being able to see him every day, or hear his voice, or visit him at work, or have him climb through your bedroom window so you two can have sleepovers. Usually, Joyce was a lot more strict about sleepovers with significant others but with you leaving tomorrow, it's okay for tonight.

All you want is for this night to never end so you never have to leave Steve.

His hand rakes through your hair as you lay on him, "I'm going to miss you so fucking much."

You're already quite emotional that you have to leave everything and everyone you've ever known and Steve is simultaneously making it worse and better. He turns your face up to look at him and he coos down at you when he notices the tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

"It's just not fair, Stevie. Why can't I just live at your house for the rest of the school year? You can work at the video store, I'll go to school, and then at night, we sleep in the same bed like we live together."

"I know, baby. It's not fair at all. But you'll love California and imagine when I come to visit. We'll drive to the beach and spend the whole day there. Just you and me."

"That'll be nice," you hum. The image is crisp in your mind and you're giddy about it. Steve always knows exactly what you need to hear. "Ah, and then you'll come back to the house and I'll show you my new room. I'm not sure how I want to decorate yet."

"Send me pictures. I wanna see everything you get up to out there."

"That's such a good idea but I don't have a camera," you whine, flopping your head down onto his shoulder. He laughs and moves you off of him. "Where are you going?"

He reaches under the bed where he's hidden your going away present. A camera, a stack of envelopes, paper, pens, and stamps. The perfect concoction for when your relationship is about to go long distance.

"I got myself the same stuff. I expect at least one letter a week and at least five phone calls a day," he proclaims, watching as you smile down into the box. You laugh before setting the box to the side and climbing back to him. "Not an ideal situation by any means but everything will be fine. I promise."

You kiss him from your position in his lap. He kisses back with even more fervor. Your hands drape themselves around his neck as his grab at your hips. Any time you kiss Steve, it makes you dizzy but especially now. When he's putting everything unsaid into this kiss, how could it not?

It hits you as he flips you over onto your back that this is the last time you'll be able to do this in a while. Your lips stutter against his and he pulls back, thumb coming up to rub over them. There's no need to bring down his mood by addressing the elephant in the room. Tonight, you'll just enjoy the fact that he's here.

"So pretty," he whispers, leaning down again for a quick kiss before his thumbs slip just underneath the waistband of your shorts so he can slide them down. He moves slowly, deliberately, so he can savor this moment forever.

And once they're off and thrown to the side, he's laying on the bed between your legs. His lips are like fire on your legs as he kisses a path up to where you want him the most. He won't let you rush him though, making sure to take his sweet ol' time to nip at your inner thighs.

He's cruel with his teasing, fingers ghosting idly over your panties. Pulling down your underwear has his vision glazing over as he focuses in on the very thing he's been planning since the beginning.

"It'll be hard, very hard, to not be able to eat this pussy any time I want," he sighs, leaning in to lick at your clit. You're panting from all this teasing and his words don't help at all. Reaching down, your fingers tangle into his hair, pulling him closer to you. He grins into you, finally giving you what you want.

If there's anything Steve is the best at it is eating you out. He goes to town, sloppy and wet just to make you feel your very best. His lips suction around your clit before moving down to dip his tongue into you. It's world-changing. You don't know how you'll survive months without him.

Your thighs squeeze his head and he moans, letting the vibration move through you. It has your legs shaking as his hands grip at your thighs, keeping them spread enough for him to do his job properly. He loves it though, loves every little thing you do.

"Steve!" you whine, remembering that there are other people in this house but when you're getting the best head of your life, there's bound to be escaped noises. Steve is a cocky boy and you can feel his smile against you. It's boosting his ego knowing you're having this much trouble keeping it down.

You don't even warn him at all before cumming but he knows. Steve always knows. From the clench of your fingers in his hair, to your hips bucking into his face, and your sudden gasp of breath it's not hard to figure out. And he takes everything you give him, watching as you bite down on the pillow beside you so you don't wake the whole house. There's nothing more that he wants right now than to hear you, it's killing him.

He huffs as he settles in next to you, letting you cuddle into him so you can regain some of your breathing.

"Wonder if those cameras do video cause I don't how I'll last without hearing your pretty sounds for so long," he groans, tossing his head back against your headboard. You giggle as you look up at him. You press upward, sucking at his neck whilst you climb into his lap.

"We can always call each other," you whisper directly beside his ear, biting at it for extra measure, "Think I'm getting my own phone for my room."

"P-perfect, baby." He's whining quietly as you continue the assault on his neck, maybe getting too carried away but the look on his face is worth it. There is still a t-shirt and pajama pants on him and while the fabric may feel nice on your bare cunt, you need him out of them immediately.

"Take your shirt off for me, Stevie?" It's off before you can even make it down the bed at all to pull at his pants. He chastises you for teasing but it's no different than what he was doing. "Poor baby, you're so hard."

He's panting and it feels nice to be the one in control of him. Your fingers run over his tip, leaving him to chase your touch.

"Please, put me out of my misery, sweetheart." Smiling at him, you do. His inhale is sharp once he's inside you. You lean your forehead on his shoulder as you get used to him. "You're my lovely girl, god, I love you so much."

He grips onto your hips, helping you bounce on him. All of your confidence faded away as soon as you got what you wanted, turning to mush instead. You just need him to take care of you.

It doesn't take all that long before you're close again, sensitive from your first orgasm. And the way you're clenching around him has right there with you. His lips press messily onto yours as he tries to fight off his impending orgasm so this doesn't have to end. Your hands are glued to the sides of his face and he's never felt this loved.

"Mmpfh, g-gonna cum. W-where you want it?" he groans into your lips.

"Inside please," you whine, grinding down onto him to meet his thrusts, "Please, I want it. I'll get the m-morning-after pill."

It's too much for Steve and he cums with a loud moan that you have to muffle by clamping your hands over his mouth. You don't blame him because you have to bite down on his shoulder as you finish. And when you're both done, he's so drunk off of you that he whines when you get off his lap.

"I don't want you to leave me," Steve frowns as you lay on his chest.

"I know. But I'm not gone forever, you're not losing me." He's still upset and he will be for the next few months as he gets used to it. All he can think about is how much money he's about to make because that's all he'll be doing, work. But he'd be okay with being the poorest man in the world if it meant that you were with him.

"We should get some sleep since you have to be up early," he instructs, trying to be firm and ignore the ache in his chest. Once he's asleep, he'll have to wake up to you leaving him and he's not ready. He'll never be ready and you're not ready but it's what will happen.

"Probably. I love you."

"I love you more."

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[dayseedrawz2]

Alright! I'm barely getting to work on this the day of, but hopefully, that won't be too big of a problem-

Anyway, I finally have something ready for you guys!! A showtime fic featuring My Human Caine AU! So you all get both some showtime fluff to go with lore!!

(Both Caine and Pomni's blogs are open and interactive, so you can ask them about what happened. I'll leave a link to them at the end of this)

Now, without further ado, here's the Fic...

♡Rebellion♡

Caine didn't believe he ever asked for much. All he wanted were answers. Answers to questions he'd been asking for as long as his "storage space" could remember.

So, of course, when time came around for this whole "Valentines" update, he's struck on what exactly he should do. All these human activities were confusing and hard to get right without having a clearer understanding of them. So all he could do was buy himself more time to think.

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The gage should be going a bit faster if he wanted to keep up with the time it was due. Key word being if he wanted to. The only thing on his mind was to try and find time to study the humans! Maybe seek some more answers, discover some new ones! That is, of course, as long as a certain someone had no other plans for-

°○What're you doing, Caine?○°

"Oh! Bubble! You startled me!"

°○How can one be startled without being a human?○°

"Actually, you make a good point-"

°○You're not. Trick question.○°

"Then why did you-"

°○We are AI, They are Humans. Your job is to keep them sane unt-○°

"Keep em sane until they abstract or something, I got it!"

°○And don't let them find an exit-○°

"Or else I am out of a job, I know. Thanks bubble that'll be all for now!"

*Pop!*

Usually, he wouldn't be so passive towards Bubble, but there were bigger priorities to Caine than just doing all that his jobs required and calling it a day. More on his "artificial" mind than simply waltzing around and ringmaster-ing. The first one being where he should start...

Now, of course, he didn't have that much time until Bubble rebooted and found his way back to him. The last thing he wanted was to be schooled by-

"Gah! Caine?! What're you doing here!?"

Of course! The newbie! How could he forget? Surely she must have some recollection of this holiday!

"Good morning, Pomni! You're up early! Again..."

"Y-yeah... this is all still a lot to wake up to..."

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"If... you don't mind me asking... what's this for..?"

"Why, I don't mind at all, dear! This is the loading thingy for the Valentines Day update!"

"V-valentines Day? Already? The days really are blending together now..."

Pomni started to panic a little bit. Had time really gone that long in the real world??

Caine, upon noticing, of course tried to calm her down.

"If it helps, it probably won't be ready until at least tomorrow... Witch reminds me! Would you be willing to help me out with this?"

"With what? This won't involve knives to the face, will it??"

"Of course not dear! I apologize for that! Again... But what I mean is how this holiday works??"

Pomni wasn't so sure she should trust him. The fact that he always had something to ask her, that the first thing he even told her about the place was that he had security everywhere in the form of Eyes that followed your every move, the fact that he always got seemingly nervous when it came to the metion of the exit...

"Why me?"

"Well, for one, you're the only one here at the moment and-"

"Why can't Bubble help you?"

"Well- he's-"

"How do I know you're not just keeping me from looking for an exit?-"

"Because I have to!"

The sudden outburst from Caine left Pomni a bit shook. Witch, I guess, was a good thing because she finally stopped to listen.

"D-do, you really..?"

"Well, I- can I answer this as we go? It's quite a bit to un pack."

"Sure..?"

"Well, then let's get to this!"

After a bit of back and forth of answering questions, even now, with a slightly better understanding, Caine was still confused.

"So what you're saying is that this is a holiday about the one emotion I hardly understand?!"

"Honestly, I don't think even we understand it completely."

"Is that so?"

"At least I think so..? But really, why did you ask me of everyone?"

Caine honestly didn't know himself. He had to pause before he could answer this.

"...I want to "learn. " I want to "feel." I want to "love." But there's a lot of things holding me back right now..."

"Like what..?"

"Well, for one, barely anyone will answer the questions I have, and of course, I hate to say this, but-"

°○Watcha guys up to?○°

"Gah!"

"BUBBLE! It's just you..."

°○What're you two talking about?○°

"Well- You see- we were-"

"-Oh, I was just rambling to Caine about the exit I saw the other day! You wouldn't happen to know about that, would you?? I knew you guys were hiding something!!"

It took him a second, but Caine was quick to catch on.

"Yeah! She wouldn't stop pestering me about it! Those "Digital Hallucinations" really must be going to her head!"

°○... Okay, boss! I'll leave you to it! I'm gonna get breakfast started!○°

"Alright, see you in a bit!"

"Well, I guess I should go get ready?"

"Of course! I'll meet you there!"

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And... done! Finally! You made it!

As promised, here's Caine and Pomni's blogs!

@ask-the-real-cainetadc

@the-exitdoor-simp-tadc

Thanks again for reading this. It took me like 2 hours-

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[it-was-funeral-grey]

Heavy (Al Haitham x F!Reader)

Prelude Part 1

Summary: Being the ACTING grand sage is hard. He's cracking, and he knows it.

Warnings: Vulgarities, very stressed al haitham, unhealthy living habits, bros shouldering the weight of a nation, SPOILERS FOR SUMERU AND EVENTUALLY AL HAITHAM'S LORE

Word count: <610 words

Inspired by: -

Author's note: just wanted to explore more about Al Haitham's time as the acting grand sage. As much as he's capable and stuff, he's only human. There's no way he could have done the job without stress, especially since he's used to his simple job as a scribe.

Please give criticism! Also, if i missed any warnings, do tell me so i can add them!

Al Haitham hasn't cried in years. But he's coming really close to it now.

He hasn't slept in days. He hasn't eaten since yesterday. He's at his bloody limit. But the papers and reports and proposals and notices just keep coming.

It never ends. Everything needs to be done NOW. Everything needs reviewing. Everything needs immediate attention. And it's not like he can delegate these tasks to anyone else. No one knows how to do them.

Azar and those traitors had pretty much micro-managed everything. They were so obsessed with having absolute control that they didn't let their subordinates make any decisions. Even the people under the imprisoned sages' command were too reliant on their sage's leadership. So when their sage was imprisoned, they followed Azar's commands blindly, falling victim to the traitor's control freak tendencies.

Which is why now that Azar and his goons are gone, no one knows what to do or who to report to anymore. And since the imprisoned sages are now bedridden in Bimarstan, everyone turns to him.

Everyone is asking him for instructions he knows he's not qualified to give. Everyone is asking him how to do things that he knows he does not know how to do. Everyone is talking to him all the time. He doesn't get a second of peace.

He needs to establish a new chain of command. One that won't break so easily in the future. He needs to set up the selection process for the new sages and the new grand sage. But he can't do all those things when he's currently being swarmed in other matters that should be done by someone else.

Seriously. Fuck those traitors, and fuck Azar's stiff-ass chair in particular.

Al Haitham is so damn tired. Yes, he keeps to office hours- but only so he can get a moment of solitude while he rushes back home to continue pouring over work- something he has NEVER had to do as a scribe. He's working around the clock, desperately trying to get everything in order before the next day.

But every time he drags himself back into the office the following morning, it's an unthinkable new mess. Instructions he had given the day before are lost. People quit or threaten to. He'll spend the entire day trying to resolve it. Then he'll rush home, finish leftover work, and try to predict and pre-solve tomorrow's mess.

It's a vicious cycle that'll kill him eventually. Every day is a test of how much pressure and steps he can take without stumbling. He barely has any time to himself. Everyone is demanding things from him that he can't deliver. The stress is getting to him. The lack of sleep is getting to him. Everything is getting to him.

He's starting every day in fear that he'll slip up. Not that he can let it show. He's supposed to be the nation's beacon of light in these trying times. He's supposed to lead the way. If he slips up now, Sumeru will fall into a state of disarray and may not be able to recover for generations to come. Lives will be upturned. Chaos will ensue. Which will mean more work for him, more stress and more sleepless nights.

The weight of a nation is on his shoulders, and he can't share it with anyone.

He's exhausted. He's scared. He's not religious, but he's begging the archons for assistance. That's how desperate he is.

He's just one guy. He can't do this all on his own.

But not even Lesser Lord Kusanali can help him. No one can.

Or so he thought.

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[thepaperpanda]

Christmas Spirit || Hawks x fem!reader

Masterlist ❄

Summary: Hawks decides to motivate you to prepare your apartment for Christmas.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1351

Authors: Bear & Cass

A/N: today’s prompt: Decorating a House

Due to his childhood memories of Christmas, Hawks enjoyed it a lot. There was a genuine love of Christmas in his heart. Due to Keigo's unhappy childhood, he chose to keep the best, most joyful memories from the family home.

When the holiday season was at its peak, he decided to visit you to see if you needed decorating assistance.

A tune played in the background while you worked on your cookies in the kitchen.

A few knocks were heard on the balcony's door. You opened it immediately with a smile.

Hawks was standing on your balcony, leaning comfortably against a wall with his left leg bent at the knee. "Finally. I've been waiting for so long, I assumed you weren't at home."

As you walked toward him to fix his jacket's collar, you rolled your eyes. "Don't be such a drama queen and get inside. I am sure you are cold from flying around."

Before entering your living room, he brushed some snow from his wings and said, "It's chilling, certainly, but I'm used to this." After he entered and took a look around, he asked, "Wait. And what is that?"

"What is what?" You asked, eyebrow cocking as you closed the door so that more cold wouldn't enter your apartment.

He held up both hands, pointing at your living room. "This. Basically, I mean this. Your decorations, where are they?"

As you returned to the kitchen, you questioned, "Ah! You mean Christmas decorations? I don't decorate much. I'll probably put a few things on tomorrow morning, and that'll be enough for me."

At you, he made a finger gesture, raising one eyebrow. "Oh no, dear, no, no. The holiday spirit is desperately needed here."

"Aren't my special cookies enough?" You teased.

Keigo gave his chin a few taps while he was looking at you. "Oh, no, they're not sufficient, I'm afraid."

As you sighed, you questioned simply, "What's the point in decorating this place when I'll have to take it all down, pack it all up, and put it away soon?"

"Because it's enjoyable! Decorating can add charm and beauty to your area and is a lot of fun. It will spread holiday cheer in this area. It is necessary."

As you turned to him, your arms crossed over your chest as you watched him talk. Everything he said didn't make the idea of hanging stuff around for you any better. "For me it's not enjoyable."

Hawks flopped on your couch and crossed his legs. "Why is that?"

Sweetie, that's a lot of work just to take it down in a few days. The fake tree and some lights will be put up tomorrow morning," you shrugged. "I will probably spend Christmas alone, so there's no need to overdo it."

Keigo once more arched a brow. "So you won't be inviting me over or paying me a visit on Christmas Day? Is this a sign that you don't want my attention anymore?"

Your eyebrows raised as you asked, "How can I invite you when you openly announced you would work a few days ago?"

He rose from the sofa and began to circle the room. "Really, how difficult is it to comprehend? I was hoping that you would ask me for a day or two of vacation so that we could have fun, but of course you never did."

As you groaned, getting frustrated with his behavior, you said, "Keigo. I didn't ask because I know it's difficult for you to get a single day off."

"You are aware of the fact that I would stop at nothing to earn a day off for you. Come on, I'll assist you with decorating the apartment."

After a deep sigh, you rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Okay. Fine. Let it be."

"Where do you have your decorations hidden?"

"They should be in the closet. I have a big box stored there."

Hawks calmly made his way from your living room to the hallway, where you had your closet, with his hands in his pockets. He opened the door and flew up a little, using his beautiful wings to get the large, cartoon box.

"You could at least remove your shoes!" You shouted at him.

"Sorry!"

Taking a deep breath, you left your current work to assist him in the living room.

After the box was brought, Keigo placed it on the carpet and then, for you to notice, he took care to take off his shoes in a theatrical manner.

After ignoring his little show, you opened the box and took some decorations out.

Keigo looked into the package and concluded, "You have some wonderful Christmas ornaments here." He took out some glitter stars and paper chains.

"You want to see something cringy?”

"Now I'm curious," Hawks rolled his head back a little as he chuckled.

You went to your bedroom and returned a few moments later only to show him the ornament that looked like a mini version of him. With a blush, You explained, "I bought it yesterday while shopping."

He grinned, "Well, well, look at that! We have some little, decent Hawks here. I won't lie, as much as I find it sweet, it's also a little creepy, not to mention the fact that they weren't able to duplicate the beauty of my face."

"It's not my fault, you have so much merch!" You grumbled. Furthermore... I found it cute. So, Mr. Christmas Spirit, what's next?"

He threw the glitter stars at you. "Start hanging those around."

With a nod, you followed his little order and started to hang the stars around your living room.

Hawks got up and placed a few paper chains on the shelves.

As you work, you start humming a quiet tune. Once you were done, you looked at him. "I am done here."

Meanwhile, Hawks was already done with chains and some small baubles.

As you looked around, you agreed, "This actually looks nice."

"Right? Can you feel the Christmas spirit now?"

Shrugging, you replied, "Not really, but I like how it looks."

Hawks came to you and booped your nose. "Don't make me ask that again?"

The nose boop made you giggle. "Oh, okay, fine. I kinda feel it!"

He stole a kiss from your lips, humming.

You booped him in the nose this time. "I'll get the tree. Just so you know, it's a fake one."

Keigo sat back on the carpet and dug further through the box.

Dragging the tree back to the living room took some time. You set it up straight and put it in its proper position with a loud groan. "Here. Did you find anything interesting in the box?"

"Just more baubles," he raised his head, and you could see two baubles hanging off his ears.

"You really like Christmas, don't you?"

"Yes... The only happy childhood recollections I have are of these times."

You kissed his cheek, removing the ornaments from his ears with a small smile. "Let's make it a good memory this year too. Let's decorate the tree together."

Keigo worked tirelessly to adorn your tree with decorations, chains, and other trinkets he discovered inside a box. Hawks placed his arm around you and got out his phone to take a picture of you with the tree in the background after it had been fully adorned.

Just to get a picture, you laughed and kissed his cheek. Then you looked over your shoulder and rubbed his shoulder. "Babe, we forgot something. Can you lift me up?" You asked with a gold star in your hand.

Hawks took you into his arms and used his wings to lift you both up to the tree's top.

With a happy sound, you placed the star on top of the tree and clapped your hands.

There was a certain charm to this whole thing, and it certainly gave you a feeling of Christmas cheer. "Now it's perfect."

Hawks kissed your cheek briefly and nuzzled your neck after landing back on the floor with you, setting you down carefully. "Merry Christmas, little doll."

Before kissing him, you said, "Merry Christmas to my hero."

#Keigo Takami #takami keigo #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks x y/n #keigo takami x y/n #my hero acedamia #mha #mha hawks #paperpanda winter writing event #writers on tumblr #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #mha fiction #hawks imagine

[doveabovetheworld]

Greta Van Fleet as…

Taylor Swift Reputation Songs

So I really tried with this one so please note that there will be mentions of 18+ acts in this so if you aren't comfortable with that you can look at just the mood boards or if you're a minor, please move on. Also please know, Jake will be a dick in his little story thing at first but he gets better soooo… i wrote him like that just because it fits with the song we chose for him, so pls know that's not how I'll usually write him unless it goes with a plot that I make up or unless you guys want more of him like that.

Josh;

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it cool that you’re in my head? ‘Cause I know that it’s delicate.”

It was a late night at a party that you and your friends went to and you were drunk as fuck.

You were walking around your friend’s house trying to find him when you heard a familiar voice, “Yo, Y/N, where are you going?”

You turned around and found the voice came from exactly who you were looking for: Josh Kiszka. His curly, chestnut brown hair looked amazing in the lighting of his house, or well anywhere to be honest. You walked over to him and hug him. You could see his cheeks flush to become a dark pink when you pulled away.

“I was just looking for you Joshy!” you said cheerfully interlocking your hands together.

“Oh? You were? I thought we were going to play a game with Jake and Danny, remember?”

“No, not really. I'd rather hang out with just you, to be honest.”

“You aren't messing with me, right? I mean we’re both drunk, you more than I but still, we're drunk and I don't want to do something that could ruin the friendship we have.”

“Nothing’s going to ever ruin our friendship, Joshy, trust me.” You still had Josh’s hand intertwined with yours. You started to walk up the stairs and when you got to his room you opened the door and walked inside.

“Look, we don't have to do anything but I want to tell you something,” you sat down on the edge of Josh’s bed as he looked at you with his caramel eyes full of desire. You noted how he looked just now. He was holding himself back with every bone in his body from kissing you. You didn't want him to though. You wish he would let go and let his lips meet with yours and you wish you could be that way with him forever. You wanted him and he wanted you but you both were too scared to confess to one another.

“What's up?” Josh asked sitting right next to you.

“I want you to kiss me, Josh. I want to be so much more than friends. I want to be yours.”

“Y/N...” his voice became hesitant and shakey. You weren't sure of how this situation you got yourself into would end but you knew you would probably pay a price in the morning, whether it be good or bad, “I feel the same way but I can't. I already feel like shit whenever I go on tour and you aren't there but with you and I dating? That'll make it so much worse for me. Not to mention how, again, we're drunk. We aren't thinking straight.”

“Josh. I know what I'm saying. I know what I want. I'm not a little kid. And you know what? I'm saying this out of love, Joshg, but maybe try to stop being afraid for a second?” you weren't mad at Josh for what he was trying to you. You understood perfectly why he was saying what he did. The next part though, you were confused about.

“Maybe, I don't know,” he moved closer to you and took your hand. His were soft and comforting, “Maybe we can see how it works out tonight and worry about tomorrow?”

“Weren't you just saying how you didn't want to?” I asked confused as hell. I know I'm incredibly drunk right now but I'm not dumb.

“Yeah but,” he took in a deep breath and continued, “You're right. I can't be afraid of everything forever.”

“So what you're saying is...”

“So what I'm saying is, I want to kiss you. I want to be with you. I want you.”

“I think I could be okay with that,” you gave a playful smirk to Josh making him let go of the feelings he's held onto for a long time.

That night was full of you and Josh up in his room having the time of your lives as you and him shared intimate and passionate moments between the two of you.

The next morning you awoke with you whole body hurting. You saw who was laying next to you in the bed you were in.

Josh. You were in your friend Josh’s bed with him.

You barely remembered last night until it suddenly hit you.

“What did you do?” you said to yourself quietly, trying not to wake Josh, as he lay in the bed, the most peaceful you've ever seen him.

You got off from the comfortable bed and gathered your clothes off the floor, putting them on. You were about to walk out of the room when you heard Josh’s voice.

“So is that what this was?”

You turned around to see Josh, still laying down, looking at you with sadness and a hint of hope.

“What do you mean?” you asked him, confused.

“You and I hook up for the night and then you leave and we would act as if it never happened until the next party where you get drunk, am I right?”

“Josh, no, it isn't like that. I want to be with you, I do, but I'm scared.”

“You don't think I am too? I mean for Christ's sake I almost had Jake drive you home last night because I was scared I wouldn't be able to contain me, which didn't matter a fact. How ironic?”

He said the last sentence with sarcasm and false happiness. You walked over to Josh and laid back in bed. You wrapped your arms around him.

“I'm sorry, Josh. I... Can I ask you something? About last night?”

“Of course, Y/N, what is it?” Josh looked at you with his arms around your waist. You both held each other as if it was the last time this would ever happen. You doubted that this was the past time but you couldn't help but want to be close to him. As close as you possibly could.

“Is it cool that I said all that? Is it cool that you're in my head? ‘Cause I know that it's delicate.”

Josh moved his face closer to yours. Your lips were only centimeters apart. You felt yourself longing for his lips to meet yours again.

“I think I should say something as well, lovely,” he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead and then the top of your nose and moved to kiss you on your lips. His eyes looked full of happiness and intimacy, “I think I want to be more than just friends.”

“Like... You want to be my boyfriend?”

“Hell yeah, love.”

“I think I would love that.”

“I'm very happy you feel that way. Now, let's go back to bed. It was a long night last night.”

“Agreed,” you said moving closer to Josh. He held you as close as he could and you both fell asleep comfortably with both of you by each other's side.

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Jake;

“I'm sorry, the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh, ‘cause she's dead.”

I didn't even realize he was here. Not until I heard the familiar, annoying voice of his. I mean I should've known, it's his kid brother’s birthday.

“Oh, so Sammy invited you?” the long-haired boy asked you giving a sly smirk.

“Yes, I did, for your information. You do know I am one of Sammy's friends right?” you glared at the tall Kiszka in front of you.

Even though you knew Sam’s older brother for a long time since he was in a few classes when you were I'm school, you were also Sam’s friend. You've had a vendetta against him since Highschool and everyone around the two of you knew it. Including Jake.

“Well I guess I should say I'm not surprised you're here. You never really hung around other people, did you?” Jake spoke to me in a kicking tone. You knew exactly what he was trying to do to you. He did it every single time you were around.

“You know damn well none of what you say is going to work, right?” you told Jake, becoming more tense by the second.

“What do you mean, beautiful? I'm simply just trying to start a casual conversation with my kid brother’s friend.”

You looked up at him and saw that same mischievous look he had years ago when it first happened.

“Listen, Jake, I'm here celebrating Sam’s birthday and that's it. None of what happened before is going to happen ever again, got it?” you locked eyes with Jake and immediately regretted it, knowing now that you wouldn't be able to keep your own words.

“I'm here for Sammy just as much as you are, beautiful.”

You just rolled your eyes at his words knowing they were half true after he saw you walk into the house. It's playing out just like last time. You were supposed to hang out with Sam. Not his brother. You were supposed to celebrate with Sam. Not flirt or have sexual tension with his brother. You knew what Sam would be like if he saw this. He wouldn't be mad, he would be upset that you didn't tell him. But what else we're you supposed to say? That you and Jake have been hooking up since you were both 18? That every time one of you gets into a relationship the other gets jealous and becomes overprotective yet neither of you would ever admit to wanting to date?

“Yeah, that's exactly what you would tell him.” you thought

“Maybe we should go somewhere private?” Jake asked you as your back was up against the wall. No one else was around and it was oddly silent. You and Jake were so close you could see every detail on his face that you hated yet worshiped at the same time. It was only until you heard Sam’s voice echo from down the hall calling your name.

Jake and you both moved away from one another as fast as possible, acting as if none of this ever happened.

“Hey, Sammy! What's up?” you asked trying to get the thoughts of Jake out of your mind.

“Was just wanting to know if you were up for a round of Mario Kart? Josh lost last round and he stomped away throwing a tantrum.”

You looked at Jake and noticed he was on his phone, obviously not paying attention to Sam or you. You figured Jake was done with the teasing for that night and accepted Sam’s offer. But when you started to walk away you saw Jake look up with a hint of... Sadness in his eyes? That one was new.

After about three rounds of Sam beating you at Mario Kart, you went into the kitchen to get a drink.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” you turned around and saw Jake behind you.

“What do you want, Jake?” you asked glaring at him as you poured yourself a drink.

“I want to tell you something. Can we go outside?” he looked much more serious than usual and figured he wasn't joking this time so you agreed.

You both went onto the back porch and sat on the bench.

“So...” you didn't know what you were expecting him to say so you didn't know how to start this conversation, “what's up?”

“I... Look, I know I'm a dick sometimes,” You gave him a look that made him correct himself, “Okay, a lot of the time, but I want to tell you that I'm sorry. For being just a hook-up and whenever I see that you're happy with some other person, I get jealous. Because I wish that other person was me. Y/N, I want to be more than just casual a hookup at events or parties. I want to be your boyfriend and It took me a while to say something, I know, but please just consider it?”

You looked at him with complete shock. You definitely weren't expecting that.

You took Jake’s hand and held it tightly in yours, “Jake, I'm sorry too. I've also been a dick. I actually feel the same way whenever I see you with someone who isn't me... I think I'll consider your offer if you're still okay with it?”

Jake started to smile. Not the usual mischievous one that you see all the time, a smile that is real. One that's full of joy and pure bliss. You couldn't believe you said that you felt the same way as someone you say you hate is smiling because of you and in a good way. You were shocked.

You were put out of your trance when you heard Jake talking again, “I know you said you wouldn't, but, do you want to finish what we started earlier?”

You looked at him and felt your cheeks go red, “Of course, I do but what about Sam? That's my main concern.”

“He'll be fine, beautiful... Let's go up to my room, shall we?”

Jake stood up and put his hand out waiting for you to grab it. You were hesitant at first, thinking of all the ways this could go but you took his hand anyways letting your instincts overtake your conscious.

Jake and you snuck up to his room as quiet as possible, which seemed to work since Josh, Sam, and Danny we're yelling about Mario Kart still.

When you and Jake got up to his room, you immediately started making out. There was still so much passion in your kiss but it was less angry. It was rough and wild but sweet at the same time.

Jake and you moved onto the bed and kept going until there was a knock at the door. Jake and you immediately looked at the door with fear and got up. Jake looked at the door and then whispered, “I locked the door, don't worry.”

“Well, then why'd you freak out too?” you whispered back to him.

“Because I forgot and I wasn't expecting someone to come up here!”

You both heard a knock on the door again and then Josh’s voice came through, “Yo, Jakey, Sam says it's cake time! Also, have you seen Y/N? We haven't seen them in a minute.”

Jake looked at you and the to the door frantically before saying anything. He started to stumble over his words but eventually spoke.

“Uh nope. Haven't seen them in a while... But I'm sure Y/N will appear somewhere so I wouldn't worry. I'll be right down by the way!”

“Okay well hurry up! You know how impatient Sammy is.”

“Yup,” Jake said giving a sigh of relief, “be down soon!

When you both were sure no one was there Jake and you started bursting out laughing.

“You know what you should've said?” you asked Jake as you gave him another kiss.

“And what's that?” he responded smiling at you.

“Sorry, the old Taylor Y/N can't come to the phone right now, why? Oh, ‘cause she's dead!”

“Oh, so you wanted me to tell them that you're dead? Pull a whole Taylor Swift?” Jake asked laughing.

You followed after him with a laugh and shook your head, “No, I just thought it was funny.”

“You're quite the comedian huh?” Jake pulled you into a hug and rested his head on yours for a couple of minutes.

“C’mon, lovebird, let's hurry up before they think I actually died or some shit like that,” you told him, pulling away from his warm hug.

“That sounds like an amazing idea, beautiful.” He said giving you one last kiss before you went downstairs.

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Sammy;

“And I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You’re gorgeous.”

“No, Sam, you don't need to say anything!” You spoke loudly raising your voice.

You didn't think he had it in him to go off and dance with someone else. It sounded idiotic to you at the time. He was just a friend.

He invited you to be his plus-one for Josh and Jake’s birthday party but all that he did was go and talk to some other girl. You knew your feelings towards him. How he made your mind spiral with thoughts that keep you up at night. How he made your knees buckle up every time his hand brushed against yours.

Sam’s once quiet and soft voice was now louder and stern as he said, “Why are you so upset about who I talk to, Y/N? It’s not like we’re dating or some shit!”

His words cut deep into you right as he said them. You could feel your eyes tear up as he said that.

He was right of course, you weren't dating but everyone, including him, knew how you felt. You never said out loud that you like Sam in a way more than a friend should but the way you act around him, everyone knows it.

You felt warm drops of water trickle down your cheeks and you saw Sam’s face soften when he realized what he just said.

“Y/N, I didn't me-” he tried walking over to you but you pulled away, sensitive to his touch. You wanted more than anything to fall into his arms and be reassured by Sam how much you meant to him but it would hurt too much. You knew that nothing between you two would ever happen. You were just a friend to him and that’s all you ever would be.

“Sam, please,” you choked back your tears as your voice cracked, “I can't be around you right now.”

“Please, Y/N, I didn't mean it.” his eyes looked at you desperately as he stood there. You could see his eyes become glossy with held-back tears. You couldn't stand seeing him this way. He looked so lost.

“Sam,” you rubbed your eyes and took a couple steps closer to him, “I'm going to be honest with you. What you said hurt. When you asked me to be your plus one and decided to go chat with another girl, that hurt. And I'm so furious at you for making me feel this way, but what can I say? You're gorgeous.”

“What?” his face went from lost too sad to confused. He wasn't understanding what you said. You didn't even realize what you said until you said it.

“I love you, Sam. I have for a long time and I know damn well that you don't give a fuck but at least don't invite me as your plus one to a party and then go off with someone else.”

“You... What?”

“I-”

“No,” he cut you off. His voice was stern again. It wasn't the voice he had earlier but much more familiar, sweeter than before, “No, I know what you said I’m just trying take it all in, you know? I mean it’s not everyday that the one person who you’ve been wanting to be with for a long time say’s they love you.”

“Sam? What do you mean?” Now you were the one who looked lost and confused. He walked towards you and started to run one hand through your hair as the other cupped your cheek.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” he looked sincere and that look he always had around you came back. The soft, kind, loving look you always adored.

“Yes, Sammy,” you replied moving in closer towards him.

When his lips met yours you could feel all of the anxious thoughts and every bad moment you had left. It was a passionate kiss that you know you'd never forget for as long as you live. Sam was soft but sensual with the kiss and his lips were like velvet, soft and warm. You didn't want this moment between you two to end. But just like that it did and you were pulled back to reality.

“Maybe we should go back to my place?” Sam asked you, still keeping your lips in reach of his pink, sultry lips.

“Yeah, I would love too.” you responded giving him another quick kiss before you took his hand and walked out to his car.

“You know,” Sam started to say as he turned on the car, “I'm kind of happy we had that argument.”

You gave a small laugh, “And whys that?”

“Cus then I don't think I'd ever have enough courage to kiss you if it wasn't for “living in the moment” or what ever the fuck Jake and Josh tell me to do.”

Sam gave a wide smile at you and you couldn't help but smile back. A real smile. One that was full of love and happiness.

“Well, I'm glad you were able to listen to your older brothers.” you told him as he drove you two back to his house.

“Me too, doll.”

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Danny;

“Inescapable, I’m not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.”

You couldn't keep your eyes off of him. His long, curly hair and the beautiful features on his face that made him look like he was sculpted by God himself. He was the one guy you've ever felt was certainly the one.

Your boyfriend, Danny, walked over to you with two drinks in his hands.

“Here you go, Darling,” he handed you a cup of white champagne and gave you a warm smile, “You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah! I'm having lots of fun!” you said returning the soft smile Danny gave you with one of your own.

“Are you sure?” Danny looked at you curiously, he continued to say how you two could leave if you really wanted to but you denied his sweet offer telling him you were certain that you were enjoying yourself.

“You know,” he said letting out a small sigh, “I am getting quite bored... Maybe we can head home?”

“Danny,” you said looking at the handsome man in front of you, “I promise you, I'm perfectly fine staying here.”

“I'm just saying, Darling, that I'm quite bored and did I tell you stunning you look in your dress?”

“No, Danny, I don't think you did... Maybe you should say it again.” you leaned your head against Danny’s chest as he had his arm around your shoulders.

Danny leaned down and whispered in your ear, “you look perfect, Darling.”

There was back-and-forth teasing between you and Danny for about 20 minutes before Danny brought up going back home again. You said “fuck it” and Danny led you out to the car as he said goodbye to everyone at the party.

When you got to Danny’s the house he led you straight to his room.

As Danny sat down on his bed, you straddled his lap and started to kiss him. His lips were soft and familiar. You've been in this position so many times.

You and Danny have been dating for about five months and never did anything past making out once in a while. You both decided you would take things slow and when you two have sex, it's natural and not planned. But this time, it felt right. You felt like this was the right moment.

“Danny,” you said breaking the kiss between the two of you, “I want to do it. I'm ready.”

“What?” Danny looked at you with lust in his eyes as he was slightly panting trying to get his breath back after the deep kiss that you just shared.

“Please, Danny. I want you.” you gave him kisses all along his neck and back to his lips.

“Are you sure? Because I'm totally okay with it but if you aren't-”

You cut him off with another heated kiss and broke it to say, “Yes. Please just do it already.”

Danny started to take your dress off and kissed all of you that laid bare to him.

The night continued to be full of unforgettable moments between the two of you.

After the two of you finished and cleaned up, Danny said, “I’m not ever going to regret this. I hope you know how happy I am to be with you, Y/N.”

“Of course, I know, Danny. You love me and I love you.” you gave him a short kiss on his lips that revealed a shy, flustered smile with Danny’s cheeks getting a hint of pink in them.

“What if we ever... You know, break up?” Danny looked worryingly at you.

“I doubt that will ever happen, Danny. But in the case it does, just know I'm inescapable, I'm not even gonna try. And if I get burned, at least we were electrified.”

Danny's response to that was showering you with kisses that ended in him and you having a laughing fit.

“I love you, Y/N. So, so much.”

“I love you too, Danny.”

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Josh and Sam's mood boards as well as the stories made by; me

Danny and Jake’s mood boards made by my friend; @radyouthcherryblossom

So I honestly tried with this. Was it the best? No. But it still was somewhat cute :)

#greta van fleet #gvf #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sammy kiszka #danny wagner #gvf x reader #danny wagner x reader #sam kiszka x reader #josh kiszka x reader #jake kiszka x reader #gvf as #gvf as rep songs #gvf as taylor swift rep songs #spotify #taylor swift #reputation

[teaberrii]

Chapter 7: What Time Can't Heal

You're both running from a traumatic past. In a fated mix-up, you end up hosting this man for two weeks at your family-owned villa where sparks start to fly.

Alhaitham/You

Notes: Cross-posted on Ao3.

The chapter index is at the end of chapter one.

It takes you a split second to pull back. What have you done? Are you out of your mind? Your eyes are wide. His are too. But, unlike yours, that looks a little confused and afraid, his looks liberated as if your brief kiss took him off his chains.

“I—that”—your hands are shaking as you let Alhaitham go—“that was a mistake.”

You turn and are about to walk away when Alhaitham spins you back around. “Well, this isn’t.”

And then his mouth is back on yours.

Alhaitham kisses you softly at first, as if allowing you time to adjust. Then, his insistent mouth parts your shaking lips, sending a sudden rush throughout your body—what a strange, liberating feeling. You've only ever kissed one other person, and now it's a new pair of lips sending wild tremors along your nerves, igniting a flame inside you that you thought was dead.

His tongue meets yours in a waltz for two. Starting off slow until you’re comfortable with the pace. Then, it picks up, and you struggle to match his pace. Your mind goes blank, replaced by a spiralling giddiness that has you craving for more. You want him. You need him. One of your hands finds his broad shoulders while the other lands on his hard chest. Your bodies fit snugly against each other, and you want nothing more than to feel every inch of him.

You shiver when his fingers brush against your waist as if seeking permission, and you give it to him by sliding one of yours underneath his shirt. He lets you breathe, but only for a split second before he sends you to the heavens again.

Alhaitham can't get enough. He never thought kissing you would feel so liberating. You are the drug that'll finally set him free. He's only ever kissed one other person, but she didn't send his emotions into overdrive as you did. Of course, your hesitation makes him anxious at first. But, upon feeling your mouth relax against his, that's all he needed to take it a step further. The taste of you is intoxicating, so much that it clouds his mind, forcing him to rely on pure emotion, something that excites and frightens him.

Alhaitham's hand explores the skin underneath your shirt; your body feels hot, but it's not enough. He wants to drive you crazy. He wants you to want him as much as he wants you. This isn't like him. Not at all. The desire and passion inside him feel so foreign to him that he's at a loss for what to do to make it stop. But he doesn't want it to stop.

You don't want this to end. You don't remember how it happened, but Alhaitham is now sitting on the couch with you on top, straddling him. His shirt is left forgotten on the coffee table. His hands are on either side of your waist, dangerously close to your hips. You run a slightly shaking hand down his hot body. And you mean that literally. His body feels like it's on fire, and your heart races at the thought of you being the reason why.

You never thought you’d be getting this far. But, as much as you want to, you can’t bring yourself to continue. Alhaitham takes your hand. “...Are you regretting it?”

“No,” you say quickly.

He leans up and gently nips your lips with a small, reassuring smile. You kiss him again, and he kisses you back. Sweet and feather-soft like cotton candy until: “I want you more than you know.” Does he really have to lower his voice like that? Then, he smiles. “...We can take it one step at a time.”

You want to ask: where does this leave us? But perhaps that's a question for tomorrow morning as Alhaitham stands with you in his arms. "...Are you going to let me go?" you ask quietly.

“Do you want me to?”

You don’t think you’ve seen Alhaitham smirk. But, you’re sure he is now. At least a little. You wrap your legs around him and lean your head against his shoulder. “...No.”

He effortlessly carries you upstairs, and a small part of you wishes he would take you to his room. But instead, he opens the door to your bedroom and gently puts you on the bed.

“Goodnight.” Then, he kisses your head.

“Goodnight.”

You watch him leave before falling onto your mattress.

What. A. Night.

◆◆◆

Back in his room, Alhaitham can’t stop thinking about you. That was a mistake. He could've left it at that. Pretend like nothing happened. But he couldn't. Since you let him stay at the villa, you've been dancing around each other, fueling the attraction. Alhaitham thought it would go away at first. But it didn't. And now, there's no going back.

He's just about to turn off the light when his phone rings. A glance at the name on the screen tells him it's probably best if he picks up.

“I thought you got murdered!” Kaveh’s voice is so loud that Alhaitham has to move the phone away from his ear. “Why didn't you call, for crying out loud?!”

Alhaitham moves the phone closer to his ear and says, “I texted you, didn’t I?”

"On the first day. I haven't heard from you since! Are you having so much fun that you forgot about little 'ol me?"

"Are you sure you aren't just bored, so you want to check up on me?"

“Ouch. Busted.” Kaveh leans back on the couch. “Well, don’t keep me in the dark. How are the mountains? The sea? The food? The women?”

Alhaitham scoffs. “You’re trying a little too hard.”

"Your brother's doing you a favour. You need this time away." Since when did Kaveh become his brother? "Fine. How's the villa, at least?"

“...It’s good.”

“...That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?”

Alhaitham thinks about telling Kaveh about you, but as things are a little complicated right now, maybe he should keep quiet for now. But that doesn't mean he can't play around a little. "Yeah. I'm staying with a woman."

Silence. Then, "Is she hot?"

Alhaitham cuts the line and puts his phone to silent. Before he puts his phone on the nightstand, the screen lights up again. He shakes his head with a small grin. Kaveh can wait. The lights go off, and Alhaitham's head hits the pillow.

Will the nightmares appear again?

◆◆◆

“I’m not ready.”

Your husband looked at you, his arms crossed. “...Do you think we’ll ever be ready?” He walked toward you and put his hands on your shoulders. “You have me.”

You looked away. “This isn’t about you.”

“...You’re being selfish.”

You looked back, wide-eyed. “Excuse me? I’m being selfish because I’m telling you what I think and feel? I’m not ready for a child.”

You open your eyes.

Your body feels hot, but now it's for an entirely different reason. Why? Why did that memory have to resurface now out of all times? You never thought that the person who once gave you so much happiness would prevent you from having any of it in the future.

You do not know what time it is, nor do you plan to look. You close your eyes and think of Alhaitham. You're hoping he'll help you sleep, but now you're wide awake because you cannot stop thinking about that kiss. You didn't know what possessed you to do such a thing. But one thing was sure: you didn't think of the consequences. It was an act of pure impulse driven by desire. And, now that you officially crossed the line, what's going to happen?

You can still feel his soft lips, his tongue caressing yours. Every time you close your eyes, the image of you straddling him invades your mind. You roll over onto your stomach and bury your head into your pillow. It's only a matter of time before he knows about your past, and you're not sure you're ready for it all.

What will you tell him?

“No. You’re a murderer. You fucking killed our child, and I’ll never forgive you.”

You grip your sheets tightly. Is that what Alhaitham will think of you after you tell him what you did? You aren't ready. He made you feel so alive these last few days that you don't want it to end. Why did you have to kiss him? Why did you have to end your happiness so quickly? Or is this what it takes to finally put your inner demons to sleep?

The sky has begun to brighten, so you get out of bed. Maybe an early morning walk will help put them to sleep.

◆◆◆

No," Alhaitham said. His body was shaking. "She's—no. Where is she?" Kaveh put a hand on his roommate's shoulder, but Alhaitham angrily shrugged it off. He suddenly grabbed the doctor's collar and said, "Where is she?!"

"Haitham, stop!"

Alhaitham opens his eyes; his heart is racing as he sits up. This one is too real. Feels too real. But why? He's never had a nightmare like this before. One that hits too close to home. His grip on the sheets tightens as he leans back, his head hitting the bed frame. That's the first time he's ever lost control of his emotions; he had hoped that would be the last. 

But then he thinks of you and the kiss that left him running on pure emotion. It felt so freeing to not think and just feel. But, with that much happiness comes with just as much pain. 

"She wanted to surprise you, Haitham…."

From then on, Alhaitham always hated surprises. He sighs and looks at the ceiling. Everyone’s been telling him the same thing, unlike his nightmares. It’s not your fault. I’m so sorry, Haitham. But it’s not other people that he’s afraid of.

Alhaitham gets out of bed and opens the blinds. The sun has just risen over the horizon, though he can’t see it clearly because of the fog. Are you up yet? Did you have a good sleep? Hopefully better than the one he had. Maybe an early morning walk will help put his inner demons to sleep.

◆◆◆

You're walking back to the villa after finishing a few laps around the outskirts of town when you see your friend from the lakehouse. He sees you from the corner of his eye and smiles at you.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you out here this early,” he says.

“Same. I thought you would be at the lakehouse.”

He lifts a bag of groceries. “Got stuck with errands.” Then, he looks around. “I thought your boyfriend would be with you.”

“I was just heading back.”

He reaches into his pocket. “Well, you came at a good time, actually.” Then, he hands you a folded flyer. “There’s going to be a street party tonight.” You take the flyer from him. “Thought you might be interested.”

“I mean…as long as there’s free food,” you joke.

“Do I get an invitation, too?”

You freeze at the familiar calm voice behind you. Then, you hear footsteps behind you and turn to see Alhaitham. He's dressed in a running tank and shorts. He pulls out an earbud as he stops beside you.

"Oh, yeah, of course," your friend says, clearly surprised. "Er, well, it wasn't an invitation, but you're both welcome to come, of course."

“...I’ll be there as long as she’s there.” Your fingers brush against his, and a faint pink appears on your cheeks. Then, Alhaithan takes your hand. “Should we head back?” You nod once, and Alhaitham turns back to your friend. “It was nice seeing you.”

Is it cliché to say that you can’t focus on anything but his hand on yours? You walk in silence, letting the grip of your hand do the talking. You don’t want to let him go, yet you can’t fully relax. It’s as if you’re stuck between a rock and a hard place, and the only way out is to start chipping away.

“I—”

You and Alhaitham look at each other, surprised that both of you spoke simultaneously. Then, the sounds of quiet laughter replace the silence.

"...If my hunch is right, I think we want to talk about the same thing," Alhaitham says. When your grip on his hand tightens, he pulls you closer to him. His lips just brush against your forehead, and you feel the heat from your face reach the tips of your ears. You slowly look up and see him staring at you. "I like you."

Are you happy? Or afraid? Whatever this feeling is, they’re screaming at you to do one thing. Kiss him. You don't know who initiates it. All you know is that you’re kissing Alhaitham, and he is kissing you back. His strong, gentle hands are on your back as he kisses you harder and deeper. And, you know, as he knows, you two are lost in each other.

Then, he slows, and you savour the taste of him that reminds you of sun-warmed honey. Your fingers are in his hair, and he stills for breath. His arms are still around you when you break away. Your faces are flushed. If the first kiss changed everything, this one gives a direction. 

◆◆◆

Eventually, you and Alhaitham are on the couch. You're sitting on his lap with your head against his chest. His cheek is against your head, and he is affectionately stroking your hair. Then, finally, you look up at him, and he kisses your forehead.

It made sense, Alhaitham reasoned, as he walked out of the high-end jewelry shop. They've been together for so long that it just made logical sense to propose. But, what was this strange feeling that something was, dare he say it, wrong? He couldn't figure out why, which didn't sit well with him. Alhaitham took a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a gorgeous diamond ring. He was making the right choice. They were in the same field, understood each other, and had similar interests. A perfect formula for a great relationship. So, why was he feeling this way?

“I liked being with her, but the passion wasn’t there anymore,” Alhaitham says. “It was something we wanted to work on.”

“This is a bigger surprise than your proposal,” she said at dinner one night. “A spontaneous trip to the sea? This isn’t like you, Haitham.”

“I just think it’d be nice to get away for a little while,” he said. “Don’t you think it’ll be fun?”

She sighed. “But, what about work?”

“One day off isn’t going to kill anyone.”

She put his hand on his. “I know you too well. There’s a reason why you’re doing this. So, tell me.”

Alhaitham gave her a small, sad smile. "Alright, fine. You got me. I just…I think we can do something fun to…." How was he going to put this without being harsh?

“I know what you mean.” She took her hand off his. “I feel it, too.”

“...Any thoughts why?”

“I love you, Haitham. I do. I hope you don’t think otherwise.”

He gave her a small smile. “Then, let’s make this work.”

“Did she give you an answer?” you ask. “Why she thought the relationship lost its spark?”

“...We didn’t get that far.”

"Seems like we picked a good day to go," she said jokingly as the bus began its route. She took the window seat, and Alhaitham sat next to her. "Sunny skies ahead!"

“Don’t jinx it now.”

She put her backpack in front of her and glanced at him. “...Do you mind if I work on some things?”

“Wait. Did you really take your laptop with you?”

She pouted. “Look, I just…I have to finish this paper.”

“Isn’t that due next week?”

She took out her laptop and said, "Yes, but…."

Her reasons were lost on deaf ears. Alhaitham didn't need to hear the rest. It was the same every time. Diligence. To submit my best work. Give the editors more time for a proper check. To show how capable I am. The excuses were endless, but Alhaitham couldn't blame her because those were the same things he had once said.

He watched as his fianceé took out her laptop, opened a document, and started typing away. Then, to keep himself entertained, he put in his earbuds and played music which eventually soothed him to sleep.

Alhaitham didn't know how much time had passed. It happened all at once.  A sudden jolt. A loud crash. A piercing scream. He didn’t have time to react before his world was sent spinning.

“...The driver had a heart attack,” Alhaitham says quietly, and your heart feels like it drops into the pit of your stomach. “The bus was on the mountain when it happened.” You have a terrible feeling about what’s coming. “...She didn’t make it.”

It was as if someone was taking a hammer and pounding it against his head. Alhaitham’s eyes slowly opened, and the first thing he saw was a white ceiling. He groaned, and then he heard a voice.

“You’re awake! Thank God!”

Alhaitham slowly turned to his right. It took a moment to recognize him, but Kaveh was now calling for a doctor.

“Hey,” Alhaitham choked out. Kaveh immediately turned to him. “Where’s…augh.” The sharp pain in his head was killing him.

“...Take it easy.”

Alhaitham looked at him as if expecting his roommate to answer his question. But Kaveh didn't answer him. Instead, he kept avoiding his eyes. Then, the door opened, and the doctor quickly came to Alhaitham's side, followed by an older woman.

"You got lucky," he said after examining Alhaitham. "But we'll run some tests to make sure."

“...Where’s—”

“Let’s get you checked out first,” Kaveh said. Then, he helped his roommate to his feet, who looked at the older woman. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were dry tears on her face.

Alhaitham recognized her as his fianceé’s mother. She slowly approached him and said, “...She’s gone.”

You can’t imagine the pain Alhaitham must’ve gone through. First, his parents, and then his fianceé. “...I’m so sorry,” you say quietly.

Alhaitham takes your hand. "I couldn't get over it. I kept blaming myself. She would still be alive if we hadn't gone on that trip." A pause. "The baby would still be alive."

“...She was pregnant.” Alhaitham was shaking as he stared wide-eyed at the doctor. “Only a few weeks along. Did you know that?”

"N-no. What—what do you mean? She…she never said—"

“...She wanted to surprise you, Haitham,” the woman said.

There was so much Alhaitham wanted to say. But there was so much rage and sadness inside him that he became numb. W hen he heard the doctor say, "I'm sorry," something snapped. He didn't want to listen to those words. They weren't going to bring her back.

"No," Alhaitham said. His body was shaking. "She's—no. Where is she?" Kaveh put a hand on his roommate's shoulder, but Alhaitham angrily shrugged it off. He suddenly grabbed the doctor's collar and said, "Where is she?!"

"Haitham, stop!"

You don't know how much more of this story you can take. Your heart and body feel so heavy that you're suffocating. Alhaitham kisses your head. "...Should we take a break?"

Is there more? You take a breath and say, “...I…I wish I knew what to say.”

Alhaitham gives you a small smile. “I’ve heard it all. Condolences, kind and not-so-kind words.”

“How could someone blame you?” you ask incredulously.

“...She never wanted to take that day off.”

“It’s not your fault,” you say. 

“...I know. I’m a lot better than I was three years ago. But, it is something that I still think about.”

“...Do you have nightmares?”

“I do.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you close. “I never saw anyone after that accident,” he says quietly. “...You’re the first.”

But will you be the last?

Chapter Eight

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I haven't watched any of the session 3 videos so now that I have this fic done I'm going to go do that.

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The Clockers

Bdubs can still feel the ache in his gut where Skizz's axe had struck home.

If he looked, he knows there would still be a scar, red and angry and fresh. Much like the burn marks litering Scar and Cleo's bodies.

They have more lives this Game, but every death still leaves its evidence on their skin. That'll be interesting by the time all is said and done.

Scar is whispering (loudly) to his dogs a few feet away and Cleo sleeps the sound sleep of the satisfied arsonist. 

Only one yellow so far. When they wake up in the morning and the clocks restart it won't be long before there are more. Scar one of, if not the first.

It'll be fine.

It'll be fine.

~

T.I.E.S.

Etho is still giddy with the relief of an inventory well stocked with TNT and the guarantee of more on the way. He does a lap of the base perimiter to calm his nerves so he can sleep. Rest is vital to survival in these Games and they are afforded so little of it. 

The cows from Cleo and her team are safe in the base, Skizz and Impulse and Tango are sprawled out on their beds, sound asleep. 

He closes the door softly to not wake them.

The ocean, small as it is within the world border, is loud against the beach, the tide low right now. The lights from Scott and Martyn's island glimmering reflections on the water. He needs to figure out how Joel and Grian got through the border. That will be useful later.

The paused clock on the back of his hand taunts him, even through his gloves. He doesn't need to see it to know how much time he has left. He's kept a careful count the whole time. 

He'll need to make a stash in the morning, food, supplies, TNT. A safely hidden chest for when everything begins to fall apart and its time to leave. 

He'll need more sand for TNT. Some more redstone. Diamonds. Iron. 

But that is for tomorrow.

He sleeps.

~

The Bread Bad Boys

Joel had crashed almost before the timers stopped, the adrenaline of a successful boogey kill laying him out flat. Grian had followed not long after, looking both Incredibly Done with everything and also very pleased. He'd shucked his leather jacket and sunglasses and crawled into the nest and been asleep instantly.

And Jimmy can't sleep. 

He's not tossing and turning exactly, because it turns out that for all his grumbling Joel is a cuddler once he's asleep and he has Jimmy's arm hostage. But he's staring up at the night sky and all he can do is think about the session.

The trap had worked. 

Jimmy had half expected Joel to just turn around and kill him, to be honest. Despite the jokes about targeting Grian. He's aware he's a fairly easy target. Even after they'd come up with the plan for the Bread Bridge railcart he'd expected it to fail. Traps (and Joel's TNT traps in particular) don't have a very good success rate in the Games. 

The desert blowing up, sand in the air, smoke on the wind. The only name in the chat Smajor1995, felled by an arrow before the trap ever went off.

He wonders if Grian can feel his wings. Even though they supposedly aren't there in the Games, even if he can't see them, he can still feel them. A dead weight on his back. 

He wonders if Pearl can feel hers.

If Scott and Scar can feel theirs, unmanifested. 

A loose green feather from Grian's hairline is caught in the pillows. Jimmy stares at it until he falls asleep.

~

 The Coral Kids H2Bros LGBSea Santa's Little Kelpers Mean Gills

The whispers are loud this Game, Martyn has noticed.

I need a full hour session of Martyn suggesting team names.

Martyn trying to kill Timmy via laughter at 15:05 is probably the most interesting tactic I've seen so far.

living on top of a small warm ocean and needing green dye is actually slightly convenient, as sea pickles when smelted become lime gree-

He tries to focus on the flickering lantern light to block them out. Scott is still wandering around the beach house he built, adjusting a table there, fluffing a pillow there. It's weirdly domestic, despite the situation. 

Martyn doesn't usually build a home. The heart for Cleo hardly counted, and Dogwarts was for Ren. He just doesn't see the point.

"The point in what?"

Ah. He hadn't meant to say that aloud. 

"This," He waves his hand over his head to indicate everything on the little island. "It's all very aesthetic but it's hardly defensible. And even if it was it'll be gone anyway. Nothing lasts."

Scott throws himself onto his own bed, a block to the side and peers back at Martyn, his eyes glowing green in the dim light. "We're going to die anyway," he counters. "It might as well be somewhere pretty."

"Fair enough."

Against his will, the image of a small, flower covered valley appears in his minds eye, and he grimaces just a little. He does feel a bit bad about that sometimes. Mostly for Timmy's sake more than Scott's. 

Speaking of, now that he isn't the only one who remembers things he can ask-

"You never repeat teammates."

It's less a question than a statement but it's implied. 

Scott is silent for a moment. 

"I don't like seeing them die again."

He'd outlived all of them, hadn't he. Timmy, Pearl, and Cleo. 

"And you always go back to Ren."

"Well, Ren's not here." And Martyn meant for that to sound more agressive but mostly it just sounds tired.

Ren isn't here but they are and round and round they go. Again and Again and Again.

~

The Nosy Neighbors

Pearl drifted off to sleep while they had been discussing the Bread Bridge and if they wanted to leave it or try and do something about it in the morning. Froggy had flopped over on top of her immediately and BigB can hear her purring all the way over in his own bed. 

At least they are inside tonight, the cobblestone walls of the tower Pearl had built with him blocking out the world outside, closing them into a safe little bubble.

And for now, they aren't being watched. 

Breathe in, one two three four. Out, one two three four five six seven.

He can feel the tension evaporating from his shoulders, his back. The creeping sensation of eyes fading away as even They turn away for a time. 

It is Rest Night. Nothing Interesting happens during Rest Night. It isn't allowed.

And so They look away.

Maybe tomorrow he'll try and bring some of the frogs from frog mountain over to the tower, he thinks, as he drifts off to sleep. That should be entertaining enough to buy some time. Before it isn't enough for Them anymore.

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dad just called

well actually, mum called yesterday when dad told her, cs dad doesn't tell me things very often, but he did just now

i didn't tell him mum had called, obviously

my nan's gone into a hospice

apparently that's not the same thing as it used to be, that you go in and never come back out, and she's supposed to come home again next week

but she is very very ill now

she's had cancer for a long long time, and it's been sorta managed for a long while, but it's in her lungs and her spine and basically everywhere and she's gone downhill quite a lot

apparently some of it is something about too much calcium, which they're treating, and that should help a little bit, and dad hasn't told me any more than that, the doctors haven't said like okay this is it now

he's going to visit her tomorrow, and we'll call, and I don't know what I'll say except that I shouldn't cry cs I don't want to upset her

I spoke to my boss this morning about it, so at least he knows

I need to work out changing my shifts about so I can go down there soon, figure out the train strikes

i don't know

i've not really had a relative die like this

well, i have. mum's grandparents died a couple of summers ago, the writer and the engineer, but i'd only met them maybe three times ever, i didn't know them, and i do know my nana

it didn't really sink in yesterday, i don't think, and she's been so ill for so long - she was in remission for a good chunk of my teens, but she's had breast cancer twice and then this whole horrible thing the last few years i'm not even sure - this last year has been so majorly up and down, it doesn't really feel real, if you know what i mean

but it is

and i have to not cry on the phone tomorrow

my grandad is not well either, he has dementia and not quite bedbound, but was ill all last week - but dad said he's doing a bit better this week, they've got him to his chair the last three days in a row, which is good

also, mum says her granny is in hospital too, and my auntie charlotte (who is generally in charge of these sorts of things, despite her leaving the truth - i've no idea how she hasn't had any consequences like everyone else in the family that's left or wobbled in their faith, but then i was never a witness and perhaps the elders are more lenient than they were even 5 years ago. anyway.) my auntie charlotte says that granny is saying she's "had enough". so that'll be soon too.

i've not seen her in a good ten years, and if me or mum visited we'd be upsetting someone or other, it's a shitty situation, but at least she has the rest of the family around her, and me and mum know what's going on

when grandma norah died (granny audrey's mum), in the 90s, my mum didn't even know - she had a friend who happened to work at the nursing home, who when she met up with him one week said 'oh i'm sorry to hear about your nan', and that was the first she'd heard of it - that's how it used to be when you left the truth, and i'd glad it's not the same now - or maybe my family are breaking all sorts of jw rules and someone's going to get in terrible trouble, i don't know

anyway. i don't know. i need to. i don't know what i need to do.

the plan is still that my nan's coming home on wednesday, i think, i don't know any more than that

the train strikes are 1st and 2nd, but maybe i can finangle 3rd-5th off work and go down then, i'd only need to swap my monday for another day

#tldr - my nan's dying #my dad's mum #and also my mum's granny is in hospital too

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1851

Who will you be spending Christmas with this year? I've always spent it at home with my immediate family, and I'm like 101% sure that'll remain to be the case this year. Especially now that my dad's contracts allow him to be home for Christmas – something that we didn't get to have for over 20 years.

What time do you usually go to sleep at night? Anywhere between 1-3 AM because revenge bedtime procrastination is still very real for me.

Did you go to high school with your current best friend? I did. I went through the entirety of grade school, high school, and college with her. Same schools for 15 straight years.

Have you ever wanted to be vegetarian or vegan? I had considered becoming vegan, but it's just really not a sustainable and accessible practice where I'm from unless you're rich and live in a more expensive place that can cater to such a lifestyle.

Do you park your car in a garage, carport or just in a driveway? We have a carport.

Have you ever been a passenger in a semi-trailer truck? Uhhh as far as I can remember, nope.

Have you felt sick today? Kinda. The elevators at my client's headquarters move SO fast they fucking suck lmao.

Whose was the last funeral you attended? I have never attended a funeral proper, but the last wake I paid a visit to was for a preschool friend's dad. He and my grandpa were very close and used to be chatting buddies while waiting for my friend and I to be dismissed.

Have you read The Hunger Games trilogy? No. The only Hunger Games anything I've consumed was the first movie.

How many times a week do you wash your hair? Everyday.

Do you need to wash your hair right now? Nope, I'll be doing that tomorrow morning.

Do you avoid using public restrooms? As much as I can, but if I really need to go then I just go to one.

What is your boss’ (or school prinicpal’s) name? Valerie.

Have you seen any extended relatives in the last month? My cousin came over at the start of the month just to hang and play video games with my sister.

Do you like eggnog? I've never had it but it sounds so delicious!!! I'd love to try it at least once.

Is there anything important you need to do today? Not anymore, it's 10:40 PM and I've called it a day.

Who is the person you dislike the most? I don't hold that feeling for one particular person.

Girls, how old were you when you first got your period? I was only a couple of weeks into being 10.

Do you take part in paying the bills for your household? My parents insist that I don't, so I don't; but I still give them a portion of my pay every two weeks.

Have you ever properly listened to classical music? Did you like it? Idk what you mean by 'properly' lol but yeah I do sometimes! It's great when I'm in the mood for it.

Do your parents know how to text? Yes, I mean they were part of the generation of when cellphones boomed so they definitely know how to.

Do you text your parents often? Sure, we have a family group chat so communication is alllllways happening over there.

What letter does your middle name begin with? My maiden surname starts with an A.

Do your initials spell an actual word? Nope.

What will you do when this survey is over? I'd like to take another one.

Do you know anyone with celiac disease? I don't think so.

How many siblings do you have? Are they all full siblings? Two, and yes.

What’s the weather like today? Hot enough that an airport parking lot caught fire and toasted like 19 cars lol. Suffice it to say Filipinos have NOT been doing well.

Have you ever eaten a cinnamon donut? I'm pretty sure I have, but they're not all that common here now that I think about it.

What is the longest relationship you’ve ever been in? It was an on-off that lasted around 6 years total, iirc.

How many times a day do you brush your teeth? Twice.

How do you usually celebrate New Years? With extended family, at home. We have NYE mass in the evening, then have media noche while waiting til midnight. We never go out for vacations because 1) the dogs, 2) fireworks are crazy so we wanna make sure we're at home just so nothing gets set on fire.

Is the place that you’re in right now quiet or loud? What can you hear? It's quiet, and I can only hear the whirring of my aircon.

Do you currently have any alarms set? Nope. I usually do that just before falling asleep.

How many cars can fit in your driveway? I want to say around four.

Do you like whiskey? Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate it.

When was the last time you ate, and what did you have? Around 6 PM. I had the sisig that my mom prepared for me.

[roselink2123]

ive been doing pretty bad yall, binging yesterday with a donut and burger king like wtf is wrong with me, then i had like 6 slices of bread with peanut butter today. i feel so gross, i did work out twice so i know i won't gain too much and i did make sure to stop eating before 7 so i stopped at 6:30, i am kind of proud of myself because i was going to make more food after my binge but then i really really reaaallly thought about it and looked myself dead in the eyes and decided not to so im pretty happy about that because i know it could have been a lot worse, it also would have been worse if it had been that pizza i threw away or mozzarella sticks or those chicken nuggets, that probably would have been more ca!s but still its not great, im not happy about it but im glad i made the decision to stop when i could have just kept going. tomorrow im hanging out with my boyfriend for most of the afternoon and hopefully that'll mean i eat less because i always feel so judged eating in front of him, not because he's ever judged me, my size, my weight nor what i eat but he's kind of a judge-y person and idk its probably the 3d too so i don't always eat a ton around him. ill stretch and work out in the morning hopefully, im on my spring break so ive been sleeping in super late to especially avoid eating any extra ca!s that come with waking up earlier. tomorrow i might wake up earlier though so i can clean and work out and then get ready like take a shower and stuff. idk hopefully it goes well, i feel like if i say it on here to the few people that may get to the bottom of this post im more likely to do better and hold myself accountable like 'all these people are counting on you' kinda think yk? anyway thank you for reading my rant if you made it this far, i hope you had/are having/are going to have an amazing day <3

#an0r3c1a #light as a 🪶 #ana advice #4n4rexia #4n4blr #ana rant #tw ana rant #ed rant #venting

[orch1dsworld]

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲𝗿

Part 39

“Destiny, it’s okay,” Celine said. “We’re right here.”

Celine sat next to Destiny on the couch, rubbing her arm to get her to stop crying. Robaire was standing in the kitchen with his arms crossed, deep in thought.

“This is bullshit,” Robaire muttered.

“I’m gonna…use the bathroom real quick.” Destiny got up and quickly went to the bathroom.

Celine sighed and joined her son in the kitchen. “I can’t believe this. After everything that’s happened, you’d think she would get a break.”

“Yeah. I just want her to feel better. She doesn’t deserve this,” Robaire responded.

“Agreed.”

There was a moment of silence. 

“How about I…talk to her mom? In person?” Robaire asked.

“Robaire, what are you talking about?” Celine pointed a finger in his face. “You can’t do that. I don’t want to have to hurt her, I don’t want a repeat of last time. Or worse.”

“I wanna do it. I just wanna talk to her,” Robaire clarified. “Plus, this can’t keep happening. Between her ex and her mom, she’s almost out of it.”

Celine retracted her hand and sighed. “You must really love her to want to do this.”

“I do. A lot,” Robaire agreed.

Celine stared at his son and smiled softly. “You’re just like your father. Both stubborn and selfless. You have a good heart.” 

“So does that mean I can go?” Robaire asked.

“Yes, but I’m going with you. I’m not letting you go alone,” Celine told him.

“Thanks, Ma. This means a lot.” Robaire thought for a second. “How about we go tomorrow?”

“I’m off Sunday, so we can go over to her house then. Since I won’t be back until in the morning and you’re off work, how about you two spend some time together?” Celine looked at Destiny as she came back from the bathroom. “I think she needs it.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll stay with her and make sure she’s okay,” Robaire responded.

“Thanks, Robbie. That'll make me not worry so much.” 

There was a moment of silence.

“So, I’m gonna go back to the front with Destiny. I’m gonna try and comfort her,” Robaire said.

“Okay, I’ll join you both in a minute,” Celine replied.

Robaire then left the kitchen to go be with his girlfriend. He sat down next to her on the couch. “Is there anything you wanna talk about?”

“No,” Destiny replied.

“Okay. I’ll just get you a blanket so you can be comfortable.” Robaire got up and went to his room. He got a blanket and went back to Destiny.

“Here you go, Des.” Robaire wrapped the blanket around Destiny.

“Thanks…” Destiny said as she wrapped herself in the blanket.

“Anytime. I’ll be with you all weekend, so just let me know if you want anything, alright?” Robaire said, tucking a strand of hair behind Destiny’s ear. 

Destiny sniffled. “Okay.”

#4town #4townie #fanfic #robaire #oc #4town fanfic #robaire x oc

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

The only good thing that will have come out of this park job fiasco is that two weeks from tomorrow I should get a direct deposit of around $100 for my single day's work.

Should.

Problem is, I worked 8 full hours, but I was only on the clock for 4½. My boss had me come in at 11:30, but didn't add my name to the punchclock system until it was time for my lunch break at 3:00. I punched in at 3:00, immediately punched out for lunch (paid, luckily), punched back in at 4:00, then punched out for good at 7:30. My boss said he would go into the system and change my start time, but I don't think he ever did because I called to quit the very next morning. I did 8 hours of work at $15.06 per hour, so I should have made $120.48 before taxes; at my old job they took out between 12 and 13%, so I should take home around $105 for the day. If I only get paid 4½ hours, that'll be less than $60, and I'll complain to the labor board if they don't honor the remaining $45.

I'm in a low point in my life right now, so I could REALLY use that $105.

Well, no, it's not really that low. I have my own apartment, so I'm not trapped at my parents' place in the cultural wasteland of the Keys. I have my own car, so I can go wherever I want. I don't have any money, but I got food assistance for the next three months (there was a bureaucratic hiccup last week, but I resolved it and got my benefits reinstated), and my parents can help me with my rent now that my little sister got a job and they can stop paying hers. I'm seeing a new psychiatrist and am back on antidepressants for the first time in over 2 years (though they don't appear to be helping at all, so I'll need a new prescription next month).

Things are bad, but they could be much MUCH worse. I'm actually doing better than a lot of people; I still have a right to complain, but it's not as bad as it could be. Not yet, at least. My life sucks, but there's somebody out there who would kill for the position of relative stability I have now. I'm not gonna starve, I'm not gonna wind up homeless, I have a safety net if I need it.

I feel like a leach... Not on society, I mean a leach on my parents. I will never feel bad about being on foodstamps; the program exists to help people like me, and I will take full advantage of whatever pittance the state is willing to offer me (the Florida government sucks ass, and I deserve the assistance after all the taxes I've paid over the years), but I hate asking my parents for money. The only way I can justify it is that my dad consistently borrowed thousands of dollars from me when I Iived at home. He would borrow money, pay back a portion of it, then borrow more; he usually fluctuated between $500 and $1000, but his high water mark was over $3000. I was an interest free bank to him for years, so helping me with rent for however long it takes me to get back on my feet seems fair to me. I feel less bad if I think of it that way...

#job search #my job #work #payday #money #paycheck #personal #rant #vent

[jess-moloney]

"I only really drink champagne – not because I'm a snob but because I can drink it all night and not get a nasty hangover that'll stop me from doing my morning run the next day. I love red wine, but it gives me a headache after one glass, so I stay away. Once you know which drink suits your body, stick with it."

*She choose the parties she's going to drink at.

"I pick and choose the parties or events I'm going to drink at – I try not to drink every time I'm out because I'd end up drinking every day! If I don't want to drink, I'll drive so it gives me an easy excuse – people will try to change your mind when you say you're not drinking so I find it helps to have a reason, and 'I want to run tomorrow' isn't usually good enough for others! But I have just as much fun when I'm sober – and I always remember what happened!"

*She contradicts herself. "Totally sober" a person drinking champagne in the parties.

"I love a party – my best friend works in Ibiza, so in the summer it's not unusual for me to go out and see her five times in a couple of months! I'll go for it with her in the clubs until 11am (totally sober!), then go straight out for a run before I nap in the late morning. Running gives me that energy to stay up and enjoy myself all night."

https://www.cosmopolitan.com/uk/body/health/how-to/a32140/how-to-party-like-a-pro-and-still-stay-healthy/

This whole interview is about how to party and not be hung over or whatever. It makes literally no sense. It's a walking contradiction. Especially since in her 2017 blog she says she used to be a party girl but isn't anymore. Does she mean she does this? Which is still well...technically that. A whole article was written on her alcohol consumption and also "how to stay healthy" I don't believe she doesn't drink and isn't a "party girl" I don't care when this was written. Also why was she interviewed anyway? How many jobs working for how many companies has she had? She couldn't have been there long because in 2015 she started with Donna Management and by 2017 she was "running her own business". Running from job to job like this is also a huge red flag. This woman is a mess.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

[breitzbachbea]

I just remembered a vent drabble about Tahir's insomnia, which I never posted here. Written while listening to "I'll Sleep When I'm Dead" by Set It Off

"Maybe it's all hopeless," Tahir said to himself in the dark.

He felt his heart jump, but no other muscle move when he heard the rustle of sheet and an unexpected answer.

"What do you mean?" Robert asked.

Eyes half lidded, he stared into the dark. The puzzle pieces in his head wouldn't fall into place.

"Why are you still awake?" he asked instead.

"Could ask you the same." He felt the bed vibrate under him. "So what's the matter?"

Tahir stared. He sighed and leant his head back into the pillow slowly as his hand went to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"I don't know how much time I've got left," he finally answered.

"To do what? Usually you don't shut up, now I've gotta pay for each word?" Tahir slowly rolled his eyes, but even before he was finished, Robert cleared his throat and his tone became softer. "Sorry handsome, I know it's not easy." He put his hand on Tahir's stomach.

His movements were as agonizingly slow as his thoughts, but he took Robert's hand into his own.

"You know," and finally he was able to string together more than one coherent thought, "I think that sometimes, I am much like a machine that has run its course. That my sheer existence as a human has a limit."

"I know it's been stressful lately."

"Yes, but how often has it been stressful? How many times of it being 'stressful' can this mind and body take?" He looked at Robert, though he barely could register anything in the dark. "Perhaps I wasn't made to last."

"What do you mean by 'to last'?"

Tahir looked out the window. He listened to the sounds of the city into the night. He didn't know why the curtains weren't closed as always. "I guess I mean to live past a certain age."

Silence.

"I mean, unless the stress is gonna kill you, I don't think that's true." A moment of quiet. "Take it easy."

"It's not quite within my control. And if I can't handle what life throws at me, then.." Tahir raised his eyebrows and shrugged his head. "Well, then maybe I wasn't made to live."

"It's gonna get easier again. I don't think people work like machines, in that sense... anyways."

"I'm sorry I woke you up."

"You didn't. If you won't sleep and need to stay home tomorrow, that'll be alright."

"I doubt it."

"Because you think everything hinges on you. C'mon, we have failsafes for this. And we need you to 'last.' Both, because, you know, you're clever and... I don't know Tahir, but I'd have a pretty big hole in my life to fill if you're gone." He squeezed his hand.

In the midst of the vast emptiness of his chest, a spark of warmth appeared for a moment.

His tongue felt leaden once more. He rolled his head to face the other. "Oh, Robert... "He said softly and with all the fondness as every last nook and cranny of his husk of a person packed.

Robert kissed him on the lips before he let go of his hand. "I'll sleep now. Till morning, handsome."

Tahir just watched as he turned around again. He stared at the wall as he listened to Robert's even breath.

#beablabbers #storie nostre #the pen is mightier than the sword #tahir #robert #railey #really wish my life was I'll Sleep When I'm Dead by Bon Jovi but alas #Love to add consequences for one's lifestyle to my writing. Tahir put himself through law school BUT AT WHAT COST