#(i need teresa in her shirt more like this...this is SUCH a look)

[lacomandante]

Assumpta Serna as Adela de Otero in El Maestro de Esgrima (1992).

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

It's Flawless, Really Something

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, flirting, a pervy parent, non-academic activities in the classroom

2.6k words

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

“Did you save me that biscuit?”

Roy Kent leaned forward, hands on the plastic table, and smiled at you. His eyes were bright, and his black leather jacket hugged him deliciously; he was perfect, you thought. Stupidly, ridiculously, wonderfully perfect.

“Only if you’ve got exact change,” you managed to joke, holding out your outstretched hand.

Roy looked surprised at your teasing reply. Surprised, but also pleased. After your talk with Leanne, you’d made the terrifying decision that you were going to flirt with Roy Kent. You liked him, you knew that much. He clearly liked you, at least a little. And if he was ever going to ask him out, he, like any other man, needed a little encouragement.

With a content chuckle, the coach reached into his pocket and pulled out a couple of quid, definitely more than the cost of one chocolate chip cookie. He pressed the money into your hand, curling your fingers into a fist as his warm grip lingered.

Despite your immediately wavering bravery, you held his gaze, not caring that he could probably see the way you gulped at his touch. “That’s a little too much, Coach,” you hummed.

“Consider the rest a tip,” he answered, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. “For exemplary service.” He tilted his head at you. “How long’re you here for? Do they let you take a break, or do I need to call the union?”

“Maybe another half hour and then I’m pretty much done.” You smiled, not caring that there were students, and parents, and other teachers flittering around. “Why? You want to buy me a lemonade or something?”

He shrugged and picked up a chocolate chip cookie. “Or something,” he echoed with a wink. “Have fun.”

You watched unabashedly as he walked away, to where his sister and Phoebe were waiting for him. He handed the cookie to a bouncy Phoebe, while his sister waggled her eyebrows at him. Roy gave his sister a shove before glancing back at you, his smile widening when he caught you staring.

As you were wondering whether Leanne would kill you if you left her alone, Mrs. Seling rushed over mischief all over her face.

“Teresa’s dog got sick,” she said in place of a greeting. “We need someone in the dunk tank, just for twenty minutes until it’s Mrs. Halpern’s turn. Can you do it?”

Shit. The damn dunk tank. Every year, teachers brokered deals and offered bribes to avoid having a shift on the stupid thing, treating it like the torture chamber it was. The water was gross and weirdly warm. The air was freezing cold when you were soaked. Students lined up in droves to try to dunk their teacher into the water, and, worse, dads lined up to see the results.

Of course, Lee chose that moment to absolutely betray you and busy herself with selling brownies to a student’s grandmother, leaving you only able to smile weakly at Karen and mumble, “I guess.”

So, there you sat, hating the fact that you’d chosen today to wear a light-colored shirt to go with your jeans, but thankful for the fact that your students had terrible aim. Phoebe O’Sullivan stood among the gaggle of children who were desperate to see you fall into the tub of water that you tried not to think too hard about; her uncle stood not far, eyebrows raised in amusement, trying not to think too hard about how you’d look once you got dunked.

Normally, Roy thought of you as cute, pretty, adorable. An absolute distraction. But the thought of you in a soaked shirt, material clinging to your body… fuck, he needed to get his thoughts under control. After all, he hadn’t asked you out yet, hadn’t kissed you yet. But fucking hell, his mind was racing as he tried not to turn into a teenage boy with fantasies of a beautiful teacher in a wet t-shirt.

“Uncle Roy, you should try!”

Phoebe’s little voice dragged him out of his increasingly adult thoughts. “Hmm?” He stared at the ball in his niece’s outstretched hand, quickly comprehending what she’d just said. “Oh. Sure.”

He stepped up after watching one of Phoebe’s classmates throw a very wild pitch. Your eyes found his, carrying a mixture of amusement and embarrassment. He knew he could hit that stupid red target; he was a retired athlete, after all. A flick of his wrist, and you’d be soaked from head to toe.

But he saw the way Jack Price’s dad was leering at you, the way that fucker always did when his wife wasn’t around. And he felt that tightness in his chest again, the tightness he’d had that day at the zoo when he watched that skeeze put his hand on your shoulder. No way was Roy going to let slime see his personal fantasy.

Besides, you’d probably appreciate Roy not dunking you, right? It’d be rather gentlemanly. And you seemed like the type that wanted a gentleman. And Roy wanted to be what you wanted.

So, he gently tossed the ball, shrugging at you when it hit the backboard instead of the target.

“Thank you,” you mouthed, warming away that tightness in his chest. The relief and gratitude on your face was worth looking like he couldn’t throw a damn ball, as well as the fifty pence the ball had cost.

As he pondered how he could leverage his chivalrous gesture to finally ask you on a date, someone tapped his shoulder.

Jack Price’s dad smiled at him, that stupid, sharkish smile, tossing a ball up and down. “Guess you’re not as good at pitching as kicking, hmm?” he joked, as if they were the kind of people who joked with each other. “Watch and learn.”

Your gasp was sharp as you felt the bench disappear from under you and were instantly underwater. Dammit. You’d almost made it the full twenty minutes dry as a bone. Fucking Mr. Price and his fucking cricket hobby. You came back up rapidly, cheeks burning as the kids cheered on the sight of seeing their beloved teacher soaked.

To add insult to injury, Mrs. Halpern stood beside the dunk tank, ready to take your place. You clambered out of the dunk tank, shivering in the approaching evening air. All you wanted to do now was go home, shower, and put on your warmest pajamas. Never mind letting Roy Kent buy you a lemonade. You were cold, wet, and, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the way your shirt clung to your skin.

But you grabbed your things and put on that fake smile for your students who giggled over your misfortune and tried to make a speedy exit. Unfortunately, Mr. Price slowed down your plans.

“No hard feelings, right?” he hummed, eyes everywhere but your face. “It’s for a good cause, after all.”

Instinctively, you crossed your arms, attempting to hide as much as you could. “Of course,” you murmured, making a pathetic attempt to sidestep him.

He blocked your path, eyeing your figure. “Need help with those wet clothes?” he whispered as his hand landed on your shoulder, the way it had at the zoo.

“Oi.”

As you shrugged off Mr. Price’s hand, Roy Kent approached, peeling off his leather jacket. “You must be fucking cold,” he mumbled. Pointedly ignoring Jack’s dad, he wrapped the jacket around your shoulders. “How about that lemonade?”

“Thanks,” you sighed as Mr. Price scampered away. “But I should probably head home. Need a shower after being in that thing.” As you spoke, you did your best to ignore the feeling of Roy Kent’s jacket hugging you, enveloping you in the scent of whatever wonderful cologne he was wearing, a cologne he’d picked out in the hopes of bumping into you today.

“Sorry the jacket’s not more comfortable,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But you can just give it back to me Monday. Keep you warm on your way home.”

You shook your head. “I have a sweatshirt in my classroom. I can just throw that on.” Seeing the slight disappointment in his brown eyes, you swayed forward slightly, batting your eyes at him- something you weren’t sure you’d ever done. “Walk me to my classroom?”

There was that smile. That fucking smile, the one that was bright enough to make you forget Roy Kent’s infamous rage, the perfect smile you wanted to kiss right off his bearded face. He kept on smiling as the two of you slipped away from the fall festival.

He liked seeing you in his jacket. It was just big enough to look cozy wrapped around your shoulders, and he cherished the way you tugged it tightly around yourself. Admittedly, he was a big jealous of the way his jacket got to be wrapped around you. He wondered if it would smell like you when he got it back; probably like the dunk tank water, unfortunately. Maybe he could offer it to you again sometime. Maybe even after a date.

You quickly unlocked your classroom and led Roy in, trying not to flinch when you heard the door close, silencing the already distant sounds of the festival. Neither of you bothered with the lights, instead letting the last of the sun softly illuminate the classroom. Roy followed you to your desk, wondering if you wanted him to leave or stay, and hoping beyond hope that it was the latter.

“Oh, here.” You slipped off his jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks again, Coach. Very chivalrous of you.” Your smile was probably the most confident he’d seen, playful and teasing. It was probably his favorite smile.

“Any fucking time,” he breathed. He was fighting so fucking hard not to stare at you. He knew he wasn’t a married dad like Mr. Price or the others, and he was pretty sure you liked the way he stared at you- but still. He didn’t want to be grouped with them, a creep who ogled you like a piece of meat.

But fuck, you were making it hard. That shirt clung to you like it wanted you even more than Roy did, flaunting the body you usually covered with cute dresses and jean jackets- a body Roy really liked. You pulled your dripping hair up in a clip you found on your desk, exposing a neck that Roy was sure would look great with a few marks on it. And you gazed up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, as if you were going to ask him a question.

He cleared his throat. “You headin’ home after you grab your sweater?”

You nodded absently. “Probably.” You took a tiny step back, hitting the edge of your desk. “You sticking around?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m with, uh, my sister and Pheebs.” Despite his best efforts, his eyes wandered. Fuck. “Sorry,” he muttered, wincing when he realized how obvious it was; he might as well be drooling.

You cocked your head at him. “For what?”

He shook his head, ears burning with shame and, if he was being really honest, desire. “For fucking…. Staring.” He made himself look you in the eye, which was somehow worse. “’m sorry.”

To his surprise, you smiled. “Don’t be. I… I like it when you stare.”

“Do you?” His voice was quiet, as if he thought being any louder would scare you off. “Why?”

You shrugged and hopped up onto your desk. “Because it’s you,” you said simply. Feeling dizzy from the way Roy looked at you, you reached out and touched his hand, grazing his skin with the tip of your finger. “You’re… you’re the kind of guy a girl likes to have staring.”

There it was. Since the first day of school, when he saw you in your little white sneakers and jean jacket, he’d been waiting for a clear sign that you were just as infatuated as he felt. And now, in your dark classroom, with your eyebrows raised and your hand on his and your lip caught between your teeth, Roy finally had his fucking sign.

He took a step forward and settled himself between your knees. Watching you carefully, he put his hands on your waist, digging his fingers into the soaking material of your shirt. You tilted your face towards him, finally giving him permission to do the one thing he’d been desperate to do since the moment you met.

Your lips were soft, even softer than Roy had let himself imagine. He had often wondered what kind of ChapStick he watched you apply on warm afternoons; cherry, he realized. Fucking cherry. For the rest of his life, he knew, whenever he tasted cherry, he’d be thrown back to this moment, kissing the pretty teacher in her classroom, amazed that someone so sweet would kiss someone so fucking miserable.

And kiss him you did. You brought your hands to the back of his head, pressing your chest flush against his. His hands fisted at your shirt, tugging it up a little so his fingertips could brush over your soft skin, still wet from the dunk tank, but quickly heating up as you deepened the kiss. Roy let you take the lead; he waited until your lips parted to open his own mouth, and your tongue was the first one to tentatively flick against his.  

He groaned softly into your mouth and let one hand cup your face, thumb caressing your heated cheek. He could get used to this, Roy thought. Used to your cherry-flavored kisses and hands in his hair and body pressed against his, and used to your sweet smiles and shy giggles and bright eyes. He wondered briefly what other things he could look forward to getting used to.

“We,” you huffed into the kiss. “We should go before-” Your breath hitched as Roy’s mouth wandered to your jaw. “-before someone sees us.”

He sighed against your skin. You were right. Roy knew you were fucking right. This was a school. You were in your classroom. As exciting and tempting as it was to keep going, he needed to respect that. After harshly pressing his lips to yours one more time, he pulled back.

“Let me take you out,” he all but begged. “On a fucking proper date.”

Your smile was brilliant. “That would be lovely, Coach.”

He let out a breathy chuckle, the hand on your waist giving you a gentle squeeze. “I think you can call me Roy now.”

“Right.” You giggled, that adorable bashfulness returning, somehow even more endearing now. “That would be lovely, Roy.”

Fucking hell, his name sounded good coming out of your mouth. It sounded so good he couldn’t help pulling you in for another kiss, a slow, tender one.

“Any chance you’re free tonight?” he breathed.

You nodded. “I just need to go home. Shower away the dunk tank.”

Roy did his best not to let his mind wander to that shower. “Right. Right.” He cleared his throat. “And I’ve got to drop my sister and Phoebe at home. Think I could come around at eight?” He kissed your jaw. “We could go get a drink. I can stare at you some more.”

“Sounds perfect.” With a teasing shove to Roy’s chest, you hopped down from the desk and grabbed your sweatshirt from where it hung over your chair, quickly pulling it over your head.

The two of you ambled out of the classroom wearing matching grins and blushes. It was a good thing your classroom was clear across campus from the festival, because it was painfully obvious that the two of you had just been pawing at each other.

“Be ready at eight,” Roy hummed, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And get ready to be stared at all night.”

“Looking forward to it.” You leaned forward and kissed his lips quickly. “See you in a bit, Coach.”

Roy growled at you, a playful, sexy sound.

Your laugh warmed his chest. “Roy,” you corrected as you squeezed his hand. “See you in a bit Roy.”

Taglist:@infinetlyforgotten @gothicwidowsworld@taytaylala12@amieinghigh@klaine-92@misshall14@rosesheerio@goose-101@gee72sstuff@alainabooks143@lwritesstuff@hayden-maximoff@optimisticsandwichgladiator@veryprairieberry@scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir@jaymum@shakespeareanwannabe@axelsagewrites@kidd3ath@brainscabs@v-nest@just35yrsandtrying@idk1234567@ohwauwdoritos@wearethecanadians@deliriousfangirl61@laukora1030@its-a-show-stoppin-number@blue-bujo@ohwauwdoritos@seatbacksandtraytables@amieinghigh@libsybum@dark-academia-slut@tweasley20@missemilygilmore@luvr-bunnyy @larascorneroftheworld @sarahjoestewy-blog @chewymoustachio

[sinpathyforthedevilish]

Everytime ll Marcus Pike

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female reader

Genre: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Angst, Mature

Words: 1367

Summary: He knows he can fall into your arms, into your bed, and consume your soul whenever he wants. You know that he can crush and succumb to your heart whenever he desires to. You always let him. Being so in love with him carries the weight of giving yourself to this man any moment and any minute just to feel a little of his love . Because that's what you want. Him to love you. Nothing more, nothing else.

Warnings: The reader might have low self- esteem, you will probably hate Marcus in this one, idiots to lovers, mentions of sexual content

A/N: I got inspired by this wonderful cover of the amazing Lewis Capaldi. I wanted to explore more a darker side of Marcus, or a naive side of him! anyway this is me trying to write a darker but erotic but romantic story at the same time, It has a happy ending I swear. Or not...

"Every time I see you in my dreams I see your face It's haunting me I guess I need you baby"

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Bird," You heard that voice across the door. 

That damn and sweet voice that you ache to listen all the time. That voice full of love of kindness. That voice you want to breath in your ear. That voice that makes you shiver your spine like electricity.

You open the door and there he is. With his office clothes, unbuttoned white shirt, loose tie and a long coat that makes his shoulder broader every time you see him. His hair is messy because of the wind and his dimples are showing up so bad that it makes you want to kiss them forever. 

"Can I come in?" He asks with his puppy eyes, so innocent but such a menace at the same time. You know damn well the effect of his stare, how easily you can get down on your knees just to have his eyes on you. 

"Yes, of course," You open the door, allowing him to come inside. He looks tired, almost defeated. You notice how he is holding his waist and his head is low, like a sad pup who just got let down. 

"Would you like some tea?" You ask innocently, looking for his answer.

"I'm okay, Bird, thank you," He smiles shyly at you. You know that something's wrong. He has told you about Teresa, and her decision of going with him to Washington D.C. 

"I- I just wanted to - talk to someone..." He grabbed his neck, as he looked around your house. He was avoiding your stare. 

"Is it... is it about her?" You ask him, guiding him to the couch. 

He simply nods, joining you to the sofa and taking off his coat. "I thought... I thought she loved me, you know? I thought this time was it. That she was the one."

The last sentence was like a kick to your chest. When are you going to realize Marcus, that I'm here? That I was always here?

You just listen to him, making him aware that you are there for him.

"I'm sorry-" He suddenly stands up, wiping his face and laughing almost in a sad way. "I am so sorry pretty, I'm probably wasting your time with my break-up and I haven't even asked how you are, I'm an idiot-"

"Don't," You interrupt him, standing up after him, pulling his hand towards you and wrapping your arms around shoulders, feeling his broad shoulder blades. He hugs you back, laying his head on your shoulders and his hands on your waist. 

"Don't ever say you are a bother, Marcus," You whisper in his ear. One of your hands now stroking his hair, feeling his nape and his soft skin. "You mean so much to me, and it kills me to see you like this," You confess to him, feeling your heart beating like crazy. "That Teresa didn't deserve you. You are such a sweet, lovely and caring man. Any woman would drive herself crazy to be with you." In your mind, you are talking about yourself. The woman that would climb up a mountain just to scream her love for him. 

"Darling-"

"You are beautiful, you care for your job, for your friends, for your family," You breathe almost in his cheek. "God, you..." Swallowing, you feel his cologne choking you. "You are gorgeous, Marcus. You deserve... You deserve..." 

"Who?" He asks, like a whisper.

This is it. This is where you risk your heart and your friendship. But the adrenaline is invading you and your breathing is erratic. If you don't kiss him right there, you will probably die.

"Marcus, don't make me say it," You begged him, stroking his cheek with your thumb and tracing your nose to his jaw. This is torture. 

He says your name like a moan and you just can't anymore. 

You grab his both cheeks , crushing your lips against him, almost violently. Your kiss is rude, wiping your tongue over his low lip and opening wide your mouth to him as if he is taking your soul to him. He cups your jaw with his hands, kissing you back with the same force. 

You take him to the couch, sitting on your lap and kissing him again. 

You were here with him  like this before. But this time is different. This time you are a woman completely in love with him, confessing your feelings in the only way you know. Feeling his lips and your skin, touching and caressing his body because he needs to be loved. Because he needs to be shown how much he is loved. 

"Marcus, I..." You struggle, as you feel his lips on your skin. "I need to tell you something," You whispered, trying to pathetically stop him.

"Mmm, why pretty?" He moans on your collarbones, sliding down one of your sleeves and splashing more kisses.

"No, no, Marcus, it's really important," You beg but you fail at his assault. He doesn't listen, but continues to burn your skin with his mouth.

"Stop, Marcus, I'm telling you!" You pull him away. His hair is even messier now, his lips swollen and his chest is red. His pupils are darker and his breathing is speeded. 

"Marcus, I can't deal with this anymore. I can't continue this thing we have everytime you come with your heart broken by another woman. We can't keep having sex if I hope that every time we do it you are instead making love to me. It's killing me!" 

"Baby, I don't understand-"

"Fuck, don't call me like that! Don't you see it's unfair for me? You call me baby, pretty, birdie, while you drool over another woman, while you wake up next to her, and you fuck  her. Can't you see that it kills me? You only come when you are sad, or when you want to have a good time." You tremble, as you feel the tears slide down your cheeks. 

"And I am not... I am not just a doll you can use, Marcus. I am a woman that loves you for who knows how long. Ever since I saw you in that talk at the museum I just knew you were the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. And I hope that one day you could be mine. But no, it turns out you are mine just when you want to. While you don't realize I am yours completely." You get off his lap and fix your clothes. 

He says one more time your name, but he is lost. He doesn't know what to say or what to feel, because he feels so stupid now. You are a fantastic woman and he has used you all this time just as one-night stands. 

"I am so sorry, really. I never... I never realized how you felt about me. Bird, I'm such an idiot, really. You are very important for me. And if you think I never saw you it's wrong. When we met at the gallery, I couldn't believe the smart and the beautiful girl I had in front of. But I guess I never had the guts to explore more my feelings." He pulls you back to him.  

"Could we try? could we try to see where this goes?" He caresses your cheek, once again his puppy eyes making you melt. 

You whisper a tiny yes. You pull him to your arms, his head on your chest and his arms back in your waist, sliding his hands underneath your shirt to feel your skin. 

"Yes, Marcus. Let's try." You smile in his hair.

[simpel-is]

more moonlight shit before i get my irl shit together (idk how many more posts itll take </3)

once again, spoilers for the movie yall its pride just watch it pls, and discussion abt topics the movie touched upon

honestly my one gripe with moonlight is if it were a mini series or a tv show where the story was able to take place over multiple episodes and all of its symbolism was allowed to sink in with the audience for them to decode, literally that will be my favourite tv show and it would get a 10/10 rating from me. it felt too short (even tho it was like almost 2 hours long), or more like we weren't able to fully connect/sink in with characters other than chiron

not like i couldnt connect with kevin and paula and other chars, but moreso their stories blended a little too well into the background and if it weren't for my natural overthinking habit then i probably would've needed a couple of rewatches to fully grasp their internal struggles

that being said, as i rewatch it it somehow just keeps on getting better. i start noticing how kevin puts on a mask of confidence for his masculinity in front of others but not chiron (when they were kids he was already like that at school, ect) he gave into peer pressure to conform into what society wanted of him rather than what he wanted, and there were hints of that sprinkled through-out (though it was never said out loud)

honestly that scene with chiron and kevin at the beach has me punching air for a lot of reasons

the color white ive noticed can symbolize uncertainty or moreso innocence and softness in the movie, compared to how the color black is used to represent the tough image characters potray to hide their emotions in the beach scene, kevin wears a white shirt with chiron, showing how he's more soft whenever he's with him. but the dialogue shows how he still has his guard up, but he's trying to gauge out how soft he can truly be with chiron, how safe he is with him

but chiron is also still putting his guard up, so its 2 awkward teenagers gauging out how honest and vulnerable they can be with each other as they take small steps towards that and its SO FUCKING CUTE

also when u rlly take into consideration the color symbol, u start to notice it like EVERYWHEREE. i dont doubt some of it is for color cohesion and so the movie has a cohesive look, but things i notice like juan's outfit change during the little section,

where at the start his shirt has so many different colors he's a complicated individual with a complex past, his pants are white which match how he seems softer on the outside but his durag is black, and this might be me stretching, but i think it could represent how his mentality is that tough mindset that doesn't allow for vulnerability

meanwhile teresa's outfit is a complementary opposite when we first see her, she's wearing a black top with a white headband; she puts on a tough exterior but her mindset is softer, more kindhearted than she lets on (which again matches her behaviour when we first see her character)

when juan drives little back home, he's dressed in all black EXCEPT for a yellow inner shirt (literally i noticed it last minute rewatching), and if u saw my last post, if yellow does rlly represent that sense of familiarty, then the outfit could be like how to paula he's this tough guy that isn't soft at all but little knows inside that he and juan are close, like father and son

when juan takes little home, he wears a mainly blue shirt with red stripes; to little, he's more vulnerable with him now, with maybe hints of insecurity regarding his past identity and how he's had to make his own name

also knowing paula does drugs, rewatching the scene where the tv is gone hits HARD now that u realize she sold the tv to get money for drugs

[whump-card]

Forged Divinity Unnamed Sequel: Chapter 5

980 words

CW: past TBI, emotional whump, dissociation, derogatory language

Previous, Masterlist, Next

~~~

Don’t make a big deal.

Don’t ignore him, but don’t make a big deal.

Don’t overwhelm him.

Carefully warned, lightly briefed, the Iowans of Goat Island watched Leannan move through the dining room, his sister’s hand on his elbow. Some managed gentle smiles, or a soft ‘hello’ as he passed. Others looked away.

That could have been me.

Leannan looked shrunken, half-starved, dead-eyed and silent. Shannon led him through the buffet, quietly asking if he’d like some of each thing. He started off nodding and shaking his head, but around halfway through he… left. The decisions became too much, perhaps. He stopped responding, his eyes stopped following to where she pointed, and his shuffling steps came to a halt. Shannon stepped in front of him, trying to catch his gaze, a smile plastered over her obvious fear.

“Leannan? Leannan? Leannan?”

Enjolras took over, picking up Leannan’s tray. She had a firmer hand than Shannon, and steered Leannan over to a table and sat him down. Patted Shannon’s shoulder, told her to go take a breather. Shannon fled to her husband and child, burying her face in the bright-eyed three-year-old’s hair.

Enjolras sat down with Leannan, taking up his hand and rubbing it between her own.

“Leannan, can you come back? Come back, Leannan, it’s okay.”

Finally Leannan blinked at her, and at the food in front of him: soft little rolls of bread, an apple, a bowl of berries from the greenhouse.

“Is this for me?” he whispered in awe.

“Yeah,” Enjolras guided his hand to one of the rolls, “Eat slowly, okay?”

He picked it up, his eyes darting anxiously around the empty seats.

“You left Phineas behind,” he whispered, his voice soft but still accusatory.

“I know,” Enjolras quietly replied, “But we had to. They couldn’t come with.”

Leannan’s face soured.

“Go away,” he hissed.

“Leannan…”

“Go away!” he shouted, the words ripping out of his throat and bringing the dining room to a frightened silence. Leannan remained hunched in his chair, one hand fisted, white-knuckled, around the crushed breadroll.

“Okay,” whispered Enjolras, slowly standing, “Okay.”

She picked up her own meal tray and moved a couple tables away, sitting where she could still see Leannan. She watched as his hands began to shake and he dropped the mangled roll back onto his plate, lifting his hand to touch the scar on his temple.

Enjolras looked down at her own food, not really feeling hungry anymore.

~~~

Leannan needed to stop getting angry. No one liked it when he was angry. Getting angry got him in trouble.

Looking around furtively, Leannan ripped a piece off of the breadroll and stuck it in his mouth. No one was close enough to hit him.

The mouthful of bread ignited his hunger, and he started eating quickly, nervously, ever-watching for anyone coming to… to do something. But no one approached; they only stared, or watched, or glanced.

So many eyes. Leanna shifted in his seat, uncomfortable under the scrutiny.

They don’t want you back. I bet they’re glad you left.

But he was back now, and Phineas wasn’t here to protect him.

They don’t want you there. They think you’re a whore.

Leannan heart pounded. There were so many people, and so many that he used to know. Used to know? He used to look after them. He was the oldest, after all. Teresa used to need help tying her shoes. Callum used to need someone to hold his hand during tornado watches -

Leannan’s eyes found Callum’s – cool brown eyes, watching, watching, watching. He didn’t look like he wanted anything to do with Leannan anymore.

Leannan lurched to his feet, drawing more stares. His clean clothes felt stiff and itchy on him; he fisted a hand in the fabric of his shirt. At least it was blue. Oh, that made him feel so much better.

You weren’t allowed any personal possessions in Iowa City, but you were allowed a favorite color.

He fumbled with his chair, pushing it back but still tripping over it, catching himself with a hand on the table.

I shouldn’t have – you’re fucking clumsy now, it’s embarrassing.

Shame. Sorrow. Fear. Leannan’s guts twisted, sick with unmanageable emotion.

“I don’t feel good,” Leannan said out loud, his vision blurring with tears, “I don’t want to be here.”

“I got you,” someone took his hand, “Let’s go outside.”

“Callum?” whimpered Leannan, “Callum, you don���t want…”

“It’s okay, let’s go.”

“Your voice is different,” Leannan sobbed, “Why did your voice change? Couldn’t you have stayed small?”

Callum put an arm around his shoulders. It felt backwards, to Leannan. Thirteen years made everything backwards. Everyone grew up without him.

He’d been left behind.

But they were walking, and leaving the weight of the oppressive stares, and that was all Leannan wanted right now.

Cool air. Morning sun. A wooden bench. The green hill that reached down to the observation point spread in front of them, crisscrossed with walking paths.

“I really missed you. All those years.” Callum was still holding his hand. Leannan looked at him. He had a scruff of a beard, and faint crow’s feet. He was – what, 28? Thirty? Married. A father.

“Do you remember when you used to sing at service?” Leannan asked, his voice still thick with tears, “Your voice was so perfect.”

Callum didn’t reply. His eyes stared out towards the waterfall, and the breeze ruffled his soft brown hair. Leannan used to brush his hair, and make sure his shirt collar was straight. He almost wanted to reach out and straighten it now, as if that would take them back.

“I was so proud of you,” Leannan said.

“I try not to think about back then,” Callum murmured.

“If you don’t think about it,” Leannan sniffled, “How did you miss me?”

Callum didn’t reply. Leannan looked away.

“I wish you would’ve stayed small.”

~~~

Previous, Masterlist, Next

Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @thecyrulik

[beccibarnes]

🔥jisbon!

A spicy trick for Jisbon!

But let me tell you a story first: The last time I wrote them, I was 14. That was in 2010. And I was "publishing" it on a German site since I was watching The Mentalist week by week on German TV. So this request led me to turn into it again, this time in English and it gave me fucking whiplash. I'm relapsing so hard on this ship so thanks I guess? I hope you like it, it was such a fun challenge to write.

Story on AO3

---

Jane turned another page of his bedtime reading, briefly looked up, and did a double take. From his place on their bed, where he was lying on top of the covers, he was facing the bedroom’s doorframe. And against it, Lisbon was leaning, wearing nothing but one of his light blue shirts, with more buttons undone than done. His eyes got stuck on her sudden and luscious appearance and he had already forgotten the book in his hands. 

“Hi,” he said, at a loss for words as usual, when she pulled something like this off.

“Don’t move,” she commanded and Jane would rather go straight to hell than disobey her. She had crossed the room, crawled onto the bed and straddled his legs before Jane saw the pair of cuffs dangling from her hand.

“I’m pretty sure there is a policy against personal use of these,” Jane said in a feeble attempt, but Lisbon had already chained his left wrist to the bedpost.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she murmured, pulling the forgotten book from his hand and leaning forward to kiss him. Her lips were soft, but her kiss wasn’t. It wasn’t his domestic Teresa trying to charm him, it was Senior Agent Lisbon, forcefully seducing him. And it was working.

“Jeez,” Jane panted when she let go of his mouth. “You clearly have plans.”

“Are you complaining?” she asked, as she was stroking along his bare chest. He shook his head and stopped breathing for a second, as her hands found the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and slid underneath. Her fingertips grazed his rapidly swelling dick before pulling the pants down, exposing him. Her grip around him was firm and exactly the right pressure. Jane’s breath stuttered as he felt her movements drawing all blood to his groin.

The cuffs rattled against the bedpost as he moved involuntarily, wanting to touch her as well. His free right hand slipped under the loosely hanging shirt, not made to fit her. Below his fingers, her skin was warm, soft and familiar. Aimlessly, he grazed along her curves while her competent hands worked him up, knowing exactly what to do. 

His head dropped hard against the bedpost, the cuffs rattled and a moan escaped him. His hips would have bucked up, following the pleasure but he was held down by Lisbon's weight on his pelvis. Heat was gathering in his lap, and it was impossible to tell if it was his or hers. All he knew was that his cock had become rock hard and her plan apparently had worked out.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked with a shaky voice.

“Do I need a reason to make love to my husband?” she replied with a cheeky grin. Of course she didn’t, but they didn’t usually bring work into the bedroom. Not that he minded being cuffed to the bed. It meant he could focus more on observing intensively. His eyes roamed her body, from the dark hair falling loosely onto her shoulders, over her perfect breasts almost hidden behind the oversized shirt, to her naked thighs straddling him.

When he remembered that he had one hand free, he started undoing the few buttons on the shirt and it fell open, exposing even more of her for him to admire. And then he felt the wet heat of her, hot on his cock, as she was sitting down on him. He shuddered in surprise and moaned at the sudden pleasure he hadn’t seen coming yet. His length glided into her like nothing, filling her up all the way until her bottom rested on his hips again. She felt so good, so right and he wanted to touch every inch of her, inside and out. His left wrist was already aching from trying to escape the cuffs. A pointless endeavour.

Supporting her weight on his chest, Lisbon began to move on his cock. Her moans were softer than his as she joined in. Jane was restrained, unable to contribute much as she rode him with determination. Her green eyes pinned him to the headrest as her smooth vagina embraced him again and again and again.

Understanding why she had left him one hand, he brought it down to her clitoris. His thumb touched her and the change in her moans, as she rubed against it, made him shudder. It was all he could do while she took possession of his cock, fiercely riding him.

She threw her head back, like she always did, right before her muscles clenched around him, and her whole body went into spasm. She rode through the orgasm with her eyes closed and Jane felt every wave around his cock. Her moaning ceased, her movements stuttered, and then she picked back up, looking into his eyes again. This was just for him.

And she built him up, like nothing else, catalysing the release he felt growing in his groin. She stirred him up with ease, circling her hips just right until he came with a groan. The handcuffs cut hard into his wrist, as his hips jerked and his dick twitched inside her. He panted heavily as he came down from his high, and pressed Lisbon’s warm body to his chest.

“Well, that was something,” he said when they had both caught their breath again. 

“Yeah,” Lisbon agreed, then her face went blank.

“What?”

“I can’t remember where I put the keys for the cuffs.”

[wardrobemoments]

Lisbon in s2e08, His Right Red Hand

Although this is a Red John episode, there is a bit more focus on Lisbon due to her relationship with Bosco, rather than the normal Jane-centric plot.

My initial observation is that although Bosco doesn't die until the end of the episode, she is dressed in black throughout in premature mourning for her former mentor. It's not that she's given up on him, but more that she's unconsciously preparing herself for the worst. She's been left many times by those she cares about (as we'll discover -- her parents, boyfriends, even Jane), and a common coping mechanism for perceived abandonment is to mentally sever ties even before the person has left.

Lisbon may try to paint herself as the opposite, but she needs people. She is hurt when those she loves leave her. Bosco might not be leaving her on purpose, but it's a loss she didn't expect, so it still feels like abandonment.

At the start, she's covered with his blood and has to change into new clothes, removing the blue and white striped blouse (an echo of her other important relationship, to Jane) and donning a plain black shirt with a high neckline.

Stripped, literally and metaphorically, she stands in the bathroom in just her bra and slacks. I make much of this bra because I like to see practicality valued over aesthetics for women in jobs like law enforcement. It also says something about Lisbon in an episode that is, at least obliquely, about her relationships to the men in her life: namely, that regardless of any potential romantic or sexual interest they might have in her, she is not dressing up with any expectation of being seen. There's no seductive lace bralette, no push-up bra, etc. Lisbon is as unassuming as her plain white bra. Perhaps she's even afraid to assume, to have expectations, lest that also lead to abandonment later.

Besides that, I'm also interested, however, in the black-and-white thing going on here. Black for mourning, yes, but white for Lisbon's purity against the evil they're facing. She is Saint Teresa. The simple garments are her nun's habit(x), for the woman who couldn't fathom that a man she worked closely with for years might be in love with her. For the woman who sacrifices a personal life for her devotion to her righteous cause. Look how stark her necklace is against the modest neck of her top.

I have less to say about the outfit with the leather jacket (for once), except that maybe she puts it on to protect herself. Her heart is raw and exposed, faced with the reality of Bosco's feelings for her, fear from discovering Red John's reach inside CBI, rage and retribution toward Rebecca, sorrow knowing she can't stop the inevitable. So she puts on armor, in a way of speaking, and a garment that is comfortable and familiar, something to make her feel a little more in-control.

It's a beautiful episode that allows us to dive a little deeper into Lisbon's psyche (even if I'm extrapolating a great deal from ...not much), and I'm always fascinated by any tiny glimpse into the inner worlds of these characters.

[mandapellie]

My Mind & Me

The thought “You’re not good enough” has echoed in my mind for years and I’m not sure who said it to me first, myself or a family member. As a tween/teenager I went through some hard times, and I wasn’t the best at mentally handling those situations. The more I went through, the more depressed I would become. I hoped my depression would go away or at least get better as I got older, but today even still, depression finds me and has latched on to me like a leech.  

I think about depression like this: all my negative thoughts, emotions, feelings and things I’ve gone through- I have compressed them all into a tiny box, like a pandora’s box just waiting to escape. When I’m feeling good, I’m good, but when depression hits, the remnants of what is inside that tiny, compressed box leaks outside of mind and into my depressive state I go. Sometimes, nothing triggers my depression and other times, someone can say something to me that reminds me of my childhood or says something that triggers my self-worth. On the topic of self-worth and self-love, I have come a long and profound way. I’ve shown the world, on Tiktok, that body positivity is something to be proud of and I’m not ashamed of it. I even go as far to tell people they also can move past their own insecurities like I’m some kind of influencer! My body has always been my biggest insecurity, probably because my biological father’s family made nasty comments about it. As time has gone by and the older, I become, I really could care less what my body looks like anymore, but when depression is in town-well that’s null and void. When I'm in the thick of it, I try to remember things that help me out of this state, but it just feels like I’m grasping at straws to fill in the void of what is missing. Even though there is nothing missing from my life. The Funny thing about depression, it has no rhyme or reason for it. It can be unpredictable and honestly it is fucking annoying.  

I’m currently gazing out the window searching for something that isn’t out there, a sign maybe? A sign that I will wake up tomorrow and be out of this depressive roller-coaster ride I’m on. Therapy seems like the logical next step, but I know me. I know I’ll brush it off and say “I’m fine, I don’t need it” when deep down, maybe it could help me. Shit maybe that’s my answer, but again, I know myself better. I would rather everyone else around me be okay than myself. I’m no Mother Teresa, but I do try to make sure the people around me are okay. I’ve learned to put myself last, probably because of my mom, now she is the next Mother Teresa. She would give the shirt off her back just because that’s who she is. She could be in the desert and have one last sip of water and give it to someone else in need. She’s selfless that way. Gazing out the window again but this time, my eyes are swelled up with tears thinking about my mother. She deserves the world. I remember when I was little, not so little but maybe like ten years old or so, we went to the mall and there was this beautiful store with fancy shimmery figurines. I wanted to buy something for my mom so badly, I started to tear up and I was overcome with emotion, because my mom deserved something so exquisite and fancy, but I couldn’t give it to her. She deserves the world. I want to make certain no one interoperates this part incorrectly; I don’t blame my mom for anything, hell her selflessness is one of my favorite qualities about her. My purpose of adding my mom into this part of my story is to showcase where I learned how to be selfless. Again, I'm not on her level of super selfless, but I do try. Okay back to depression, I know I almost forgot too! Depression is like a rollercoaster of emotions, one minute you’re feeling normal and the next you’re on the verge of crying yourself to sleep. This next part talks about attempting suicide, terribly and perhaps comically, but attempting suicide, nevertheless. Three times I’ve attempted to unalive myself. The first time was with pain medication, nothing major just the classic over the counter generic version of Tylenol. I took about nine pills, it did absolutely nothing to me. The next time, there’s no safe way to say “I tried to slit my wrists” so there it is. Because I wasn’t absolutely certain I wanted to die, I didn’t use a knife; I used a staple strip and grazed it repeatedly on my wrists until I saw blood. I basically gave myself the equivalent of a paper cut on my wrist. Again, it did nothing to me, except I had to wear thick bracelets until they healed. The third and last time I tried to unlive myself was by drowning. Again, because I wasn’t absolutely certain I wanted to leave this world; I did this in the bathtub. I basically held my breath until I couldn’t hold it anymore, I tried to hold myself down, but popped right back up like a ball in water. Nothing happened to me except I learned I could only hold my breath for about 45 seconds without needing to come up for air. Which is kind of shitty when you consider yourself a good swimmer and all you can do is hold your breath for a measly 45 seconds.

Gazing out the window again, it’s now getting dark now, but I feel a sense of relief in this moment. Typing my thoughts into words that I now can edit and reread is therapeutic for me. Depression will always be a part of me, but it’s up to me how I respond to it. Depression made me do stupid and idiotic things when I was a tween/teenager. From cutting myself, to my three attempts, I’m so glad I’m still here.  

I wouldn’t have my daughter, who I love with every single fiber of my being. I wouldn’t be married to the man I have loved since I was thirteen years old. I wouldn’t have my mom who literally gave me life and made so many sacrifices that I have just begun to understand. I wouldn’t have seen my mom find her soulmate in my stepdad or have been able to call him my dad. I would have missed my grandma, who opened her home to me so I could go to a better school or had gone on our first trip to Aruba together. I would have missed my uncle being so proud of me for graduating from the same high school he went to and him finding his love who was up the street from him. I would have missed my cousin turning twenty-one years old and having our first drinks together as a family and then her graduating from her associate degree. I would have missed my youngest cousin turning eighteen years old and graduating high school. I would have missed my aunt’s beautiful wedding and marrying the “best damn uncle” who treats her like the queen she is.  I would have missed my step-dads parents and family become my family. I would have missed all of this.

Decisions, especially feelings of sadness, depression, or worthlessness; should never be made on these temporary emotions. Give yourself permission to feel those emotions, but don’t stay there. Give yourself permission to experiment with how to cope with your emotions. If therapy isn’t for you try to; Sing, dance, exercise, read, write, call or message friends or family; Anything that keeps you here. Remember depression is a temporary state of mind and the rollercoaster will stop soon, so throw your arms up and enjoy the ride.   xo Amanda  

Call or text 9-8-8 the mental health hotline  

[crowsandmurder]

Continued from HERE -- > @story1ines

she was already so done with tonight. it wasn't her fault that all peyton knew how to do every single night was fight with nathan. did brooke really have to stand there and listen to it? if peyton thought nathan was so bad, why didn't she just break up with him? and because of their fight, she ended up leaving but not before she broke up with nathan again. brooke sat on the couch sipping the rest of her drink that she had in a red solo cup. seconds later, nathan appeared and sat on the same couch with her by himself. he had just told her that peyton was gone and not just for the night, they had broken up. and that was more than good enough for brooke. they started kissing and with each kiss, it was getting deeper and deeper and before brooke knew it, her clothes were coming off. she didn't have a problem with that at all and right now all she wanted was for nathan to take her. she didn't care about the consequences in the morning, right now his lips and his hands felt like heaven on her body. ❝ nathan scott, tonight is your lucky night. you can do to me as you please. ❞ brooke didn't feel like talking much, all she wanted was him inside of her at this very moment and nothing else. she smiled at him as she came up for air and started taking off his shirt with her hands, if he wanted her to take his clothes off for him, she would very much oblige. ❝ and what if i told you not to use the condoms tonight, scott? what if i told you it would be much sexier to me if we did this without them? ❞ was this the smartest idea from yours truly? maybe not but she was on birth control so what could really go wrong?

Nathan didn't always think first and definitely not always with his brain, but Peyton had broken up with him, again. Like he told her, he needed to know how to plan his night. He knew one of the cheerleaders, probably Bevin or Teresa, maybe both of them, wanted it to be them, but that was not what he wanted. There was a look, and that look decided for him. He always had wondered what it would be like to have Brooke. He may have suggested it to Peyton a time or ten, which usually got him broken up with for the night. But once he was kissing Brooke, the last thing on his mind was any girl he had kissed before. She kissed like he kissed. He kissed with a burning fire, that could leave so many girls breathless. He'd seen it and prided himself on it. Touching her was perfection, too. He smirked at her words. "Now you know it is dangerous to tell me that I can do anything I want to you, because I will take you up on that, especially since I've wanted to have you, for a while." He was about to pull the rest of her clothes off, when she spoke and he smirked.

"No condoms? I'm definitely up for that." He wasn't used to that, but something told him it would be hot." He then hooked his finger around the sides of her underwear and pulled them down the rest of the way, getting rid of them and her bra.

"I'm definitely overdressed." His lips moved down her neck to the top of her breasts, and he sucked at the skin there. He needed to be inside of her, and he had a feeling she could take it as good as he could give it and that was damn good. Muttering against her skin, he spoke again. "You're on birth control though right?"

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

6.21.23 Wednesday

12:27 am

My pelvic is still aching and I feel a bit numb on my legs... I NEED A MASSAGE THERAPY :(

6:37 am

I have windblow trap... Wanna leave the hometown... I need money and job angels... In a lil while I will be 42....

I need a self-fulfillment...I feel frustrated....Someone damaged my life...

Hoping to get a colored alien bf or we don't know the future or only time can tell but I want mature and supportive... I need someone who is willing to be my support system but of course with mutual feelings... So, difficult to find a bf coz of my poorish situation....

Sometimes, I don't wanna have a partner coz I wanted to do some stuff for myself but I can't escape this windblow trap... But I love sensitive men and men who speak English... My deep within is over-lapping... I have complex...

I still need to remove my "deep smile lines"... I need collagen...I wanted someone sensitive coz I'm aging for nothing...

I hate being with someone and that monster is just trapping me... How can I tell???

Argh! My sciatica/ priformis / pelvic still aching...

7:35 am

Uncle Jun is up already... From the past weeks he consistently arranged his sofa-crib ( something he didn't do from the past years )...

7:55 am

Uncle Jun is sitting again in the kitchen and he always lowered the chair coz it is adjustable, probably cleaning his shoes or his morning mantra... He is just on his towel, wrapped around his waist line, apparently coz he is man not a lady boy ;)

8:10 am

Uncle Jun went to the bathroom and still the door is open for 5 seconds and he closed it...

Now, in the bathroom (this Uncle Jun )...

8:27 am

Now, in the kitchen ( this Uncle Jun ), applying his "Silka deodorant" & talking on someone over the phone... I thought it is over the phone but Nuno in the kitchen..

8:32 am

Nuno is here wearing black shirt ( A superman letter S )...Talking to Uncle Jun in the kitchen...

8:38 am

Uncle Jun is preparing going to Georgia'Z forest Zombie'Z land...

9:15 am

Uncle Jun went out already, 30 minutes ago...

My comic strip in my head:

I was really thinking of this windblow trap and my life since this windblow trap came into me year 2007... A lot thought ,we thought and most specially I thought, I could go back and live my life the way I had it when I was on my teenage years... I thought the windblow spins on us to give us all a lesson, a lesson probably a very difficult lesson.

But! No one has the right to judge anyone that you don't even know the real deep within of a particular person. Sure! You can just describe and put everything on pages like this, to remember everything and see beyond things that you can't see...

It suddenly pop-up in my head that I had and still have aunt who is part of NBI ( National Bureau Investigation ) she is my Aunt Rowena or Aunt Wena... She is the first cousin of my biological mother here ( Beth ) and my adoptive mother ( Aunt Teresa) and my 2 uncle's ( Uncle Jun and Uncle DD ).

Aunt Wena is a tall woman, I just suddenly remember her coz I'm watching "Dead or Alive-Missing Person". This Aunt Wena she is beautiful most specially during her younger years... She is as well fierce! I knew her since I was 8 or 9, the first time I met her and I wasn't on my body that time but I'm alive but dead.

Now, I remember everything but I couldn't speak... It is clear in my head now...

9:34 am

11:21 am

My sinigang pork and with 1 chicken for John (My son-dog )... This cooking is just to chill nothing serious and my hobby... In a way I enjoy cooking and looking forward to be with someone who is very supportive of my cooking as my hobby. I want more lots of imported ingredients such as wine and other herbs for foreign recipes... I love eating so much and I do believe in work and eat! ( I miss going to gym or hoping we can have gym here in the village or will jump on other places or I dream to have 1 ).

12:06 noon

A repeat recipes but looking forward with a colored alien bf who wants to eat soul food. I love eating salads! But for now this unbeatable Chicken MechadohZ!

1:04 pm

Thank God for today though I still pray for more... I really wanna have my own pet store though there are so many pet store here but I still want to have my own pet store...

What else? Still, wanna remove my "deep smile lines"....I wanna perfect my nose but on the least on my things to do coz I wanna have first my own self-fulfillment.... I wanna leave the hometown coz I can't get a bf here who is on the upper bracket, I'm a college graduate angels...I'm a product of De La Salle.. I feel low for 16 years..

I want a very supportive bf and I badly need money.... A bf who can eat salads though a lot of complexities these days... Sometimes I wanna be on my own if I can't find anyone who will accept my original entity...Coz these days we are facing a hard time, but if those judgemental people saw us here decade decade ago... This old house here was really hypnotizing and beautiful to look at... Now, this house is barren and needs a lot of renovation to do...

3:46 pm

I still have windblow trap... I feel bitter...My self-esteem is very low,I need money and a job. Some Monkeya'Z FilipiNOSE damage my life since 2007...

I wanna have new friends mainly men... I chose women coz I feel jealous if I can't get any special treatment... Women are meant to compete... I need new set of friends and I feel bitter I can't find new friends...

But I also love the thing the I will have women friends coz I also need that for my individual image that I'm also a good gf...People will also adore you if you are a kind of girl that also love by women..

6:01 pm

I hope he can be my good warlock,angels...

A warlock! Just a warlock? Too beautiful to be mine.... I feel ugly and fat these days but I need a warlock.... ( But that's not the reason why I'm liking colored alien it is the fate and situation and maturity....Plus, yeah! Colored are pretty as well like the white'z ).

A warlock is fine... I CAN'T EVEN HIRE HIM AS WELL, TO BE MY PARTNER...

Bankruptcy :(

6:53 pm

For my good angels here...

Try this ... You will feel the burn...

This yoga it is about timing of sex and giving birth... ( A lot of ministers here in Cavite in my hometown in Dasmarinas, they thought that I was evil coz I told some of the church of christ members to do yoga. I'm just joking that it is about sex position "the kama sutra" but partly but that's not the shallow explaination. It is symbol of Life --Yoga! ).

But it is fine to do it just for the pain of your sciatica/priformis/ or pelvic pain... Just explaining this yoga exercise...

8:03 pm

8:23 pm

9:41 pm

John is sleeping already, it is just weird that he is crying lately on his deep sleep than I will caress and kiss him ( then he will stop crying). I wonder why is he crying???

[crestfallercanyon]

Because I can’t sleep, I’m gonna write some glader safe haven sleeping headcanons because why the heck not?

Thomas

The most gd annoying sleeper to ever exist — The boy kicks, talks in his sleep, thrashes

But it’s kind of a fitful sleep that evokes pity when the surrounding people are done being agitated with him

His rest does get better with other people around to sleep in the same bed as him — if they can stand to sleep in the same bed as him for long enough to get through the initial kicks.

Waking from a nightmare he’s less likely to lash out and more likely to gasp and have a hard time catching his breath

Dreams in other languages sometimes.

After very long days, he sleeps like he’s died and can sleep on almost any surface (which freaks Minho out the most who will prod him awake).

Night owl.

Minho

A light sleeper. Always, even when exhausted.

Because he’s a runner, his heartrate gets freaky low at rest

Stomach or back sleeper, typically, in the starfish position or very locked in.

If another person is in bed with him, he likes full contact or none at all — he’s either on top of, beneath, or wrapped around the person, or they are not touching at all and he has his back to them.

Dreams in black and white, and most of the time in other languages

His legs twitch in his sleep from aches and pains

Will not respond well if woken up rudely, and is definitely the type to lash out after a nightmare.

Runs hot but is oddly often very cold, it’s why he occasionally wouldn’t mind people sleeping with him to help his body temperature even out.

More productive in morning/daytime, so an early riser, but if he had a vacation he would probably both be the last one awake and the first one asleep.

Newt

If there’s a princess and the pea of the gladers, it’s probably Newt; he and his preferred cot with his preferred arrangement and gets pretty bitchy if someone takes or messes with them

Snores when really deep sleep, but otherwise just kind of breathes heavy in a comforting way

Cannot lucid dream but knows how to wake himself up from a nightmare and shake it off.

He is the type to just have a hand thrown over the other person in bed with him

(he will also pat the bed or leave his hand in the empty space if someone leaves while he’s asleep).

Is one of the best roommates (particularly for people with strange sleeping habits) because he’s the least bothered with getting woken up, but is highly selective of who he will share a bed with.

More night owl tendencies but doesn’t hate mornings. Can be an early riser if needed with little complaint.

Teresa

Can lucid dream, and often has very strange dreams and likes their creative bounds.

Sleeps curled up on the edge of the bed.

Has a nighttime routine that always will put her to sleep, but will ignore/intentionally not do it because of work, in which she will struggle to sleep at all because her mind keeps working.

Always cold. Needs all the blankets.

Prefers to sleep alone unless she deeply trusts the other person in the room/bed with her.

Once comfortability is established, she is the type of person to put her cold feet on the center of someone’s warm back or underneath them.

Likes when people play with her hair while she drifts to sleep.

Night owl, productive at night.

Gally

Can sleep on any surface but prefers a blanket to tuck into. If really tired he can lose the blanket but will sleep much worse.

Doesn’t dream much. It’s not usually good thing if he can remember a dream.

He doesn’t move much in his sleep — in fact, he usually wakes in the exact same position he went to sleep in.

Clings. Whether it be to a blanket or someone’s shirt, his hands tend to grab at the nearest soft thing and don’t let go (and he’s very embarrassed about it, shut the fuck up and don’t mention it).

Has looks that could kill when woken up. Doesn’t usually respond, just glares.

Wakes abruptly on his own. Goes from deep sleep to eyes open in a breath. Startling for other bed partners.

Early riser. Unless it’s a special night, he prefers to go to bed early.

Alby

By the way he sleeps, it’s pretty obvious why he never seems very rested — and why he can go from calm and collected to emotionally overburdened in a snap.

He’s not a thrasher, but he will sleepwalk, at times sleep talks, sleep apnea; he’s got all the stress-induced sleep habits unfortunately

If someone decides they’re going to share a bed with him they better do so for life because he’s not very good with adapting to changes in weight on the bed or anything.

Is the type to check in with his partner while they sleep together — pats, reaching out and grabbing, running a hand through their hair.

Shouts from nightmares. Sleep paralysis. Wakes up a lot at night.

Doesn’t mind being woken up.

Would probably benefit from melatonin supplements (but is also the type of person who would hate over-the-counter drugs for himself).

Prefers to be the first one awake and the last one asleep (can be coaxed into going to bed at a reasonable time by the right people [Newt])

Frypan

Definitely a sleep talker, but, the fun kind. When the Gladers tell him what he said in the morning he laughs.

Runs warm

Tends to toss and turn in the beginning but evens out over time. Deep sleep will lead to sleep-hums sometimes.

The coziest of the gladers, down to cuddle, is happy to be a comforting presence for people to sleep with.

His nightmares tend to really freak him out, and they tend to linger the whole day (they tend to be realistic — and as Fry is a little superstitious, he gets nervous that they’re somehow omens, but is afraid to say so because he thinks it sounds stupid).

Most of the time though his dreams are just wild and fun.

Not a fan of being woken up! He’s just grouchy about it, and will hold a grudge in this matter.

Is the admirable (and annoying) type of person who loves mornings and also adores nights. He’s just got energy (or makes himself have it for others because he likes being perceived as naturally positive)

Chuck

Snores. So loud. Frick how can a kid that young have that loud a snore.

Bit of a kicker. Moves around a lot.

Sleeps tucked in and hugging himself. Pillow often ends up over his face.

Nightmares tend to be outlandish and very creative, and he likes using them as bonfire stories with some refining. They are genuinely scary but Chuck is actually pretty unaffected by them after the night is done.

Prefers having roommates. Doesn’t like the idea of sleeping alone. Likes feeling like he’s surrounded by siblings and family.

Definitely was the type of kid to have secret conversations into late at night, even if it meant a groggy morning.

Is a night owl when he’s young. As he gets older that might change.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

To Plant A Seed - Gally (The Maze Runner)

Hey, @gladerscake remember that really dumb idea I was telling you about?😂 Yeah, I don't know why I wrote this. I must be going crazy. I do not like kids. They're all mistakes- children. Filthy, nasty things, glad I never was one.

Warnings: unexpected pregnancy, alluding to smut near the end (but nothing explicit)

2k words🤙🏻

~~~~~~~~~~

You felt your heart beating rapidly, too rapidly. You felt like you were going to pass out, but you knew you couldn't; you couldn't risk it hurting yourself, and in turn, your baby.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening. You never even thought about having kids and now you suddenly were going to have one. But the only thing that felt more intimidating was having to tell the father of your child, Gally.

Ever since you both arrived at the Safe Haven, it was difficult to keep your hands off each other. You, of course, knew the risks of being with him, but you honestly thought you'd be safe if he pulled out every time. It just wasn't in the cards for you.

After three weeks of not getting your period, and then the morning sickness, you knew you were screwed. You were thankful that Gally was as clueless as every other male around you when it came to women's issues. He just thought you ate something bad, and you wished it had only been that too.

You knew you had to tell someone before Gally, you needed someone on your side just in case. Your first choice would've been Newt, he was always the most understanding, but you teared up when you knew it wouldn't be possible. And Teresa wasn't a choice either, and you didn't trust Brenda enough to confide in her. Frypan was Gally's best friend, not a great choice. And Minho, he wasn't the most empathetic outwardly. Which only left Thomas, but you were still a bit hesitant.

Thomas was like a brother to you, more than the others, and you did trust him. But you knew he had a tendency to not know when to keep his mouth shut, and that worried you. He and Gally had reconciled enough to know that he'd be accepting of him as the father of your child, but then again, Thomas was unpredictable. But you didn't have a choice.

"Thomas?" You started timidly, playing with the hem of your shirt. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, of course." He smiled softly, gesturing you to come into his hut. "What's up?"

You sighed, already dreading the conversation. "Okay, Thomas, I need you to be completely serious right now, and you absolutely cannot freak out."

"Uh oh, what's wrong? What happened? Did something happen with Gally? Did he hurt you? I swear to God, if he-"

"Thomas." You spoke sternly, making him shut up but still keep a concerned and slightly angered look on his face. "Nothing's…wrong, per say, depending on how you look at it."

"Oh God, did Gally propose or something?"

"Thomas, will you let me fuckin' speak, Jesus Christ." You snapped, annoyed at yourself for feeling like you wanted to burst out into tears. "I'm pregnant." Just like ripping off a band aid.

Thomas blinked a few times, his brows furrowing in confusion. "What?" He almost stuttered. "Are…are you sure? Like…have you been getting your…ya know."

You rolled your eyes. "No, I haven't gotten my period in like, three weeks. And I've been getting morning sickness." Thomas stayed silent, his gaze distant and hazy. "Well, say something."

Thomas hesitated before speaking. "Are you keeping it?"

"Of course."

"Does Gally know?"

You bit your lip, your anxiety skyrocketing at the thought. "No, not yet. I'm telling you first because I want someone in my corner, just in case things go wrong. I can count on you, right?"

"Of course you can, it's just a lot to take in. I'm honored that you trusted me enough to tell me, despite my past…differences with Gally. I got your back, always." You smiled tearfully as you pulled him into a tight hug, a relieved sigh escaping your mouth, knowing that you'd be okay regardless of the outcome of your upcoming confrontation with your boyfriend. "I get to be the godfather, right?"

You pulled away and punched Thomas in the shoulder. "Cool uncle, more like."

"Hey, I'll take it. I'll be the best goddamn uncle to my little niece or nephew."

You whined a little. "I guess…I have to go tell Gal now."

Walking side by side with Thomas to you and Gally's shared hut, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread, like something terrible was going to happen. Gally loved you, and you loved him, everything would be fine, right? That's what you had to tell yourself, and you hoped to God that it would hold true. You wiped your palms against your shirt every five seconds with how much they started to sweat.

"If Gally doesn't accept this, I'll tackle him and punch him in his stupid teeth." Thomas seethed, cracking his knuckles obnoxiously.

"You can try, sure." You replied plainly, Thomas revving up to be protective big brother not helping ease your nerves in the slightest.

"What do you mean try? Remember when I did actually tackle and punch him?"

"That's only cause he let you, Thomas."

"Jeez, you're already such a mean pregnant lady." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?" You snapped, Thomas immediately cowering in fear.

"Sorry. Sorry." He whimpered.

"That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes. Usually, you weren't so quick to snap at others, but you could just blame it on the hormones, or just your nervousness that was going to eat you alive. Standing outside of you and Gally's hut, you felt like you were going to vomit...again. You were already over that part of being pregnant. You exhaled shakily as you looked to Thomas with tears brimming your eyes. "I don't know if I can do this..."

"Hey, hey," Thomas hugged you tightly, rubbing your arms, "you can do this. You're strong. You managed to survive everything we've been through along with us. If you can survive Grievers, Cranks, the Scorch...you can do anything. Plus, Gally loves you and he'd do anything for you. I don't think you can possibly do anything that could scare him away; he's stubborn, that one." You nodded, giving him a grateful smile. "I'll be right out here if you need me, okay?"

Before you could chicken out, you knocked on the front door to your hut and entered, immediately greeted with a warm smile by your favorite person in the entire world. "Hey, baby," Gally kissed you on the cheek, a soft grip on your waist, "you feeling any better today?"

"Uh, yeah, a little bit." You smiled back, taking his hands off your waist to kiss his knuckles. "How's your day been?"

"Eh, it's been alright. Fry's making me build him his own private shack where he can cook, and I don't know if that'll be a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe he'll start making things that don't taste like literal klunk." He chuckled to himself, which you only gave a short nervous laugh in return. "It's probably what's making you throw up so much. You need to stop trying his experiments, I don't care how much he begs you."

"Well, I'll feel like a bad friend otherwise."

"You could never. It's not in your DNA to be a bad friend, or a bad partner." He winked, making you blush.

God, why was telling Thomas so much easier, you thought.

You dug your fingernails into the palm of your hand as you spoke. "Actually...I think I know why I've been throwing up lately."

"Oh? Do you have a stomach virus or something?"

"Uh, you could say that." You chuckled nervously, crossing your arms over your stomach.

Gally walked up to you with a concerned expression, his eyebrows knitted together, tilting your chin up to look at him. "What's wrong?" He asked softly, his gaze making you want to melt into the floorboards.

"Gally, I'm-" You felt the sting of tears pricking your eyes, a whimper trying to escape your mouth. "I'm pregnant..."

Gally's hand fell from your chin, and he stumbled backwards, almost like the sentence had slapped him in the face. He turned around quickly as your tears finally spilled over, his back facing you. You couldn't see his face, but you already assumed the worst. You placed your hands over your mouth to stop your crying squeaks, shutting your eyes tightly and wishing you could just disappear into thin air.

You only opened your eyes when you felt the warm touch of Gally's hand on your cheek, tears in his own eyes and a blush dusting his freckled face. "How long have you known?" He whispered, gently thumbing away your tears.

"Not long. Are you mad?"

Gally shook his head with a grin. "No. No. You're having my baby, how could I be? Wait, it is mine, right?"

"Yes, of course." You laughed tearfully.

Gally leaned down and passionately connected his lips with yours, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up slightly. He hugged you so tightly you almost couldn't breathe, but you couldn't think of anything else other than the immense relief you felt. "God, I love you so much." Gally kissed you once more before setting you down, kneeling down on his knees in front of you.

"What are you doing?"

Gally didn't answer as he pulled you close to him, leaning his forehead against your stomach. You gasped lightly as he lifted up your shirt and placed a kiss on the exposed flesh, the gentle but intimate gesture sending heat straight to the apex of your legs. "I'm gonna be a dad." He laughed breathlessly, continuing to pepper kisses along your abdomen, stopping at this waistband of your pants. "God, I want you so bad, need to show you how much I love you. Oh, but, will that hurt the baby?" He suddenly stood up, a nervous expression in his eyes, making you chuckle.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's fine." Gally grinned, leaning forward to kiss you but you quickly stopped him. "Wait, wait, Thomas is right outside."

Gally tilted his head in confusion. "What? Why?"

You bit your lip, a guilty smile gracing your lips. "I, uh, was really nervous about telling you, as you saw for yourself. I just wanted to make sure I had a backup plan. We never really talked about it, so I didn't know what your opinions were. But, now I know that I didn't need to worry. I'm sorry."

Gally sighed, kissing your forehead. "It's okay, just tell him to get outta here before I punch him in his stupid teeth." He said, making you chuckle. "What?"

"Nothing."

Later that night, you couldn't believe how well Gally was handling the news, and you couldn't believe how lucky you were that Gally was in your life. You kept running your fingers through his short sandy blonde hair as he laid on you in your bed, one hand caressing your stomach, occasionally placing kisses on the soft skin. "Do you think he can hear me?" Gally wondered aloud.

"It's literally just a cluster of cells right now, Gal, hasn't even developed ears yet." You snickered. "And you think it's gonna be a he?"

"Yep. Father's intuition."

You rolled your eyes. "Right. I say it'll be a she. Mother's intuition, mostly just to spite you though."

You felt Gally smirk against your skin, bringing his head up to look at you. "Whoever our child turns out to be, they'll be amazing, just like you." He kissed the tip of your nose, poking it right after. "You're gonna be a great mother, I hope I'll be able to keep up with you." He chuckled weakly, insecurity evident in his expression.

"Hey," You whispered softly, moving Gally so that you were straddling him, hearing him grunt as you settling in close. "you're going to be amazing as well, okay? You're already handling this so well." You planted a gentle kiss on the underside of his chin. "I love you, Gally. Nothing's gonna change that."

"I just want to be someone you deserve, the father our child deserves. I don't want to let you down." His voiced wavered, angrily wiping away one of his fallen tears.

"We'll figure this out together, okay? One day at a time."

"There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you, you know that right?" Gally smiled.

You nodded, mirroring his smile with your own. "Yeah, I did know that."

~~~~~~~~~~

this is the ONLY time i will ever write a pregnancy fic, never ever again. if i do, put me out of my misery cause i'd obviously be in the midst of a psychotic break

on another note, i mostly use song titles for my works. i think i might start adding the name of the bands too, just so y'all know where I got the titles from. This one was from We Came As Romans, they have a song called To Plant a Seed off that same titled album. If you like metalcore, check em out, they're talented folks

[faghubby]

Happily ever after

We met at by accident, literally I was at Starbucks and as I turned with my iced cappuccino. I smacked straight into the most buetiful woman in the world. Luckily I spilled it all over myself and not her. She offered to buy me another as I got cleaned up. I went onto the bathroom and attempted to clean the drink off of my shirt and pants. I think I just made it worse. When I came out she called me over to a table. She insisted I sit with her to show no hard feelings. I tried to be charming but came off like a dork. She was stunning and giggled at how uncomfortable I was. By the time we finished are coffee Gina had asked me out to dinner. I had not been on a real date in over a year. That first date was a disaster. I was under dressed for the restaurant she took me to. I didn't even know what half the things on the menu where. I tried to be a gentleman and pay but my credit card was declined. Then she took me dancing, I had no idea how to dance. Gina saw all these things as cute. She had always intended on paying since she asked me out. But liked that I had tried. Taught me how to dance alittle. And was happy I tried even though I was embarrassed. So six months later after dinner she sat me on a park bench.

"Timmy, will you marry me?" She asked. Handing me a bracelet.

"I would love to Gina, but don't you want me to ask you. With a ring and everything" I asked

"I am not traditional, you know that." She clasped the bracelet on me.

"I never want you to take this off" She told me. I moved in with Gina that weekend. She decided we didn't need any of my furniture. So we donated it. She helped me organize my stuff. Most of which was given away or put in storage. Her place was huge and we had lots of room for my clothes and such. Gina had bought me alot of new clothes. So I always looked good when with her. She made way ,ore money then I did and loved to spoil me.

All love life was intense although it always seemed to be me going down on her for an hour then fucking her for 5 minutes. I was ok with that, she wanted it everyday. After I moved in she added toys she wanted me to use on her.

We told her parents over a quiet dinner at the country club where they were members. They didn't approve of me thought Gina should be with someone more. I didn't play golf but Gina was teaching me. Or tennis. I wasn't from a good family. I was a nobody with no education. But Teresa was excited about a wedding. Gina wanted to just go to the courthouse and sign papers. Teresa pulled me aside and asked me to please convince Gina to a wedding ceremony.

That night I bought it up to Gina. Trying to get on her mom's good side.

"If you want a wedding, You pLan it" She told me.

"I don't know anything about weddings" I laughed. Gina pulled me into bed

"You will, I want you to do it. Mom will help you, you can be the bride and I will play the groom." She told me kissing me.

"Now get the big toy out and fuck me with it" She cooed. I pulled out her favorite toy a 9 inch lifelike dildo. She pulled me around into a 69 position and took me in her mouth. At only 3 and 1/2 inches she could fit it all in her mouth easily. She rarely did it though. I used her toy as I sucked her clit. I felt her finger rub something cold on my anus and then push in. She just held my dick in her mouth not sucking it or even moving her tounge. Instead she fingered my ass. I tried to speak only for her to pull me tight with her legs. The discomfort soon became pleasurable. By the time I had made her cum she was working three fingers in. I had not cum but so wanted to. So I flipped around and climbed on top.

"What are you doing?" Gina laughed

"I want to make love to you" I said kissing her.

"Oh I don't know about that" She teased "if your going to be the bride you are going to have to learn you don't always get what you want" She told me.

" your little dickie I so hard" she rubbed it with her hand. "Show me how much you want to cum, hump my hand" She told me I started dry humping her hand. I was having a hard time cumming. Gina had me roll to my side. She stroked me ever so slow. But at the same time I felt her push a toy into my ass.

"Noooooooooo", I cried as I came all over her hand. She laughed showing me the biggest load I ever shot. She licked it off her hand then kissed me. I tasted cum and wanted to pull away but she held fast. She pulled me to her and held me playing with my hair.

"Did you like that" She whispered

"I was surprised" I told her.

"But you liked it?" She asked again

"Well it was strange" I countered

"I really enjoyed it" She told me. "I want to do it again"

"You cam so much too" She added

"It was very enjoyable" I caved

"Good, I am going to enjoy fucking your ass" She informed me. I feel asleep in her arms.

I woke to Gina in a great mood. She made breakfast in bed for me. As I ate She rubbed my feet.

"Timmy, you never once asked to fuck my ass?" She blurted out

"Well would you like me to?" I asked

"No, I like fucking yours." She giggled. " I was just thinking this morning how we are reversed." She stated

"How do you mean?" I wasn't sure where she was headed with this.

"Well I am the breadwinner, and the decision maker. Heck I even drive and you dont." Her hand ran up my leg.

Even though she was being cute. I was nervous. She let it drop and lead me to the shower. She washed my hair, even was going to shave me.

"You really don't shave often do you?" She asked

"Once a week, more if we go out somewhere nice" I told her.

"I have to shave more then that." She picked up a razor and shaved her pits. I just watched her.

"What want me to shave yours" She smiled

"Yeah sure" I laughed. She smiled and said

"Well maybe" She grabbed my dick and took the razor to my pubes.

"OK," I let her go town. She shaved the little hair on my ass aswell.

When we got out of the shower I noticed she left a little strip of hair above my dick.

"It looks so cute" She told me. "Maybe I will grow a little patch to match" She laughed and smacked my butt.

"I don't know wouldn't it be better to shave it all" I asked.

"No one going to see it but me" She told me. I sighed if it made her happy I thought.

Gina had picked out sexy lingerie to wear. She even slid on stockings. She wore jeans and a plain shirt but what she wore underneath was all I could think about. She had gotten dressed I was still in a towel watching. She smiled at me

"You like what I got on" She laughed I just nodded and got dressed

I had not even asked where we where going. So when we pulled into her favorite lingerie shop I was a bit surprised. She led me inside. She was wanted me to pick things out. I was nervous but picked out several things I wanted her to see her in. She dragged me in the changing room. And changed. She tossed her panties at me. I had not realized I was still holding them while she tried things on.

"You want to try them on" Gina whispered in my ear. "Its OK go ahead" I scoffed at the idea. Gina grabbed my crotch

"Looks like you may want to" She kissed me. "Go ahead, you already look like a girl down there. And like it in the ass" She teased

"I think my wife should wear panties" She kissed me again.

She said the last thing a bit to loud. I tried to hush her. She looked at me then the panties. I dropped my pants and took off my briefs. As I slid her panties on. She smiled I went to take them off.

"No, get dressed" She told me. I put my pants back on. Gina bought all the outfits I had picked out. But she had exchanged then all for different size. Gina was over the moon when we left. She drove straight to her parents house.

"Mom, we decided to have a wedding but Timmy is going to work with you about details." Gina told her. Teresa agreed she didn't even seem surprised.

"I will set up some appointments" Teresa told me.

"Timmy's schedule is wide open mom" Gina told her.

Teresa had us stay for lunch. We talked about the wedding. Colors, flowers even dress ideas. I sat quiet. Gina referred all questions to me and Tereasa just patted my hand telling me not to worry she would walk me through it all.

"Gina will you be available for anything? Food tasting? Cake? Teresa asked

"I trust Timmy. Mom" She smiled at me. Teresa patted my hand don't worry Daddy gave us a big budget" She smiled

Teresa took me home after lunch.

"I can't wait to get you home and see you prance around in your panties" Gina smirked.

At home as soon as we where inside she tore my clothes off.

"I love you wearing panties" She told me Gina was still dressed. She pulled me towards the bedroom an dpushed me over the bed. She opened her toy drawer and pulled my panties down she pushed her lubed finger in my ass.

"I am going to fuck you now" She told me. I felt her push a toy against my hole.

"Gina I'm not sure" I said as she worked the head in. I couldn't help but let out a moan as she pushed it in. She worked the whole toy in my ass. She worked it in and out. I soon was matching her motion.

" I am going to get a strapon" Gina told me. "And fuck you everyday"

"All those bras and panties I bought you are in your size" She told me. I was moaning and pushing back against her dildo.

"I want you to wear them" She told me "and we can get rid of those hairy pits you wanted to keep." She said

"Yes baby, whatever you want"i moaned

"Good then your legs can get shaved as well" She told me. My panties where wet I realized I had cum in them when Gina pulled her toy out. Gina drew me a bath it soothed my stretched ass as she shaved my legs.

[givemearock]

Tmr Girls Studying With You

Requested by @mockingjaykatnisshungergames

A/N: sorry this was super late I had a bunch of hw then I got sick but I woke you like! I tried to make it longer to make up for it :D

Brenda

she would probably only study the subjects she likes

like if your struggling with science she’ll pull out a whole study plan and you’ll ace your next text

‘Brenda, did you take this from the teachers office?’ ‘No these are my notes’ ‘...you write down everything the teacher says?’ ‘You don’t?’

She’s dedicated

but for the things she couldn’t be bothered studying for she has way of sneaking the answers in that she’s more than happy to share with you

‘Alright so be sure to wear a long sleeved shirt so-.’ ‘Brenda are you sure you don’t wanna just help me with math?’ ‘🤨but this is easier?’

if you ever convince her to help you study something else she’d probably end up just as confused as you

50/50 chance but you’ll probably leave having learned something

Harriet

a whole mom

she brings star stickers so whenever you get something right she can put a star next to the problem you did

‘Harriet you know I have to turn this in right?’ ‘Mhm, and they’ll know how much of a star you are’

it was supposed to be a study date where you help each other but she’d just end up helping you with your problems, claiming her stuff could wait

even if you said you didn’t need it she’d insist on helping

‘ I’m really fine, let’s do some of your work’ ‘But you’re struggling’ ‘I’ll be fine let’s focus on you-‘ ‘But you though’

the only way you’d get to help her is to finish all your work

she probably wouldn’t need much help but would definitely pretend like she did to not make you feel bad

‘Didn’t you ace Econ last year?’ ‘Yes, but I forgot everything over the summer’

Note: she in fact did not forget everything

Great study partner

Sonya

she definitely picked up some tips from Newt and decorated her notes like he does, just probably not as organized

like she has cute paperclips and stickers but they just go wherever she thinks they’d look nice rather than to help her memorize things

‘Sonya, why did you highlight last month's assignment just now?’ ‘Because this page had a bunch of blue stickers on it so I added a pink one’

loves explaining things but will probably get confused somewhere along the way

‘So that’s how you solve for x!’ ‘Sonya we’re solving for y’ ‘??’ ‘There’s no x in the equation’ ‘...must’ve missed that’

In the end you’ll end up on the right track

will share her stickers and highlighters so you can make notes in your books and such

also will leave notes in the margins of the notes she shares with you

like you’ll be reading about a historical event with a little ‘skim this part it’s boring!’ on the side

overall will help you get better

Teresa

very set on helping you get good grades

like neither of you are leaving until she’s confident you’re confident

also very aggressively supportive

‘Teresa it’s fine we can do something else’ ‘No! I want you to succeed’ ‘it’s really ok I just can’t get it-‘ ‘NO you will get it’

takes being your study partner very serious and will bring the notes for whatever class your struggling dating back to the beginning of the semester

is genuinely proud when you get things right

however if you ever succeed but the teacher gives you a bad grade for no reason she will confront them on your behalf

you will get good grades because of her if it’s the last thing she does

This was actually really fun and I’m gonna try to revive this acc by posting at least once a week

Have a nice day and night !! 🌸

[mrpenguinpants]

Genshin: Roommate HCs [V1]

To be honest, I just wanted to ramble some more and let my brainworms take over. This is sorta late but Happy Valentine’s everyone! I was gonna post this earlier but this honestly took me a long time to write so I moved it to today. 

Once again, this is 90% crack 10% content. Seriously, as much as I love writing this non-serious fics. Why do you people like this?

—

Based off my ramblings with Keqing anon: Link

Genshin: Holding Hands [V1]

Genshin: When you’re cold [V1]

Genshin: University AU [V1]

Genshin: Royalty AU [V1]

[Masterlist]

—

[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

@youaskedfurret @diaxfeliz @wintergreen-aix @kaechu @thegayrubberducky @lovelykittycatmeow @yuunoagivesmelife​  @dokidokisama @rokipersonal​@minakohasmanyhusbandos​ @strwbrry-lia @tigerpriestess​ @yuu-yuukurotsuki​ @hanniejji​  @mikeysbike @unionwitch @musekala @sunnshiii​ @stanzastic @akaasea​ @xoneaboveallx​ @adoring-ghost​ @asheseiler​ @childelover​ @dilucsz​ @dai-tsukki-desu​ @thicmitten​ @nonniechan​ @htnicayh​ @genshins1mpact​ 

---

Diluc

What? Diluc has a roommate? Did you blackmail him in living with you? Is that even possible? Did you throw yourself in front of his car because you needed someone to pay for your student loans and the easiest way was to file a lawsuit? In this economy no one would blame you. Diluc seems like such the self-isolated character that would murder his roommate in cold blood but in reality, he act’s detached from the world because he forgot how to socialize and he’s desperately trying to cover it up without choking. That or he’s trying to learn how to astral project. If he could drink away the pain he would but instead he buys 20 packs of grape Kool-Aid and injects it into his veins. 

Does not and will not ever have a normal sleeping schedule. You’ll wake up to him working, come back home to him working, and will sleep to him still working. His daily dose of Vitamin D is from the brightness of his screen rather than the sun and he’s filter feeding at this point. It’s concerning. He’s going to crumble and he’s bringing the world down with him. Through the power of tax evasion. But as soon as he needs to walk out into society, he pulls movie magic and looks like perfection. It’s both physically and mentally disgusting. 

He’s actually is a really nice roommate to have just so long as you give him space. Great cook and knows to clean up after himself. Though he does have crash and burn days where’s he’s completely out of commission. You could set the entire apartment on fire and he would sleep through it. The entire two weeks are dedicated to zombie eye marathons and then he’ll suddenly collapse and sleep for 46 hours straight. When he wakes up from his hibernation he’s the most groggy and nonsensical person. His life blood is coffee because you keep hiding the 5 hour energy away from him because, you know, life is enjoyable and those cancer bottles will actually kill him.  

“University sucks our money out of our bodies faster than our will to live.” 

Beidou [Happy Birthday Queen 💕]

Despite her appearance, she’s actually really strong and it scares the piss out of you when you’re doing something or scrolling through your phone mindlessly and you suddenly get your spine re-arranged when she slaps you on the back to ask what you’re doing. Likewise, when she hoists you up and throws you over her shoulder so you come with her on her 3am convivence store raids for alcohol. It’s either you change now or else we’re walking out of the apartment in your t-shirt and no pants self. She can and will carry you under her arm that way. It’s both incredibly attractive and horrifying at the same time. 

She’s really friendly and a great talker if you’re alright with her “I must hold you in my arms, fresh prince of bel air style”. It doesn’t matter if you’re taller than her, she’s doing it. She does however, get in a bit of trouble from her rowdiness and you often get noise complaints but Beidou just passes them off to Ningguang and everything is fixed. She has ovaries of steel when neighbors rather confront her personally and she’s ready to 1v1 in the parking lot. You’re trying to desperately hold onto her shirt to stop her from pile driving your neighbors for the third time this week but she’s too strong.  

She’s constant party until we die attitude and suffers the hangover in the morning. It’s actually really funny to catch her in her hangover moods because whatever filter Beidou had, which is none, is gone. She really takes “cursing like a sailor” or the next level and the amount of creativity she comes up with is actually impressive. She can be a bit messy but she’s really likeable and always down to go anywhere with you as long as you’ll do the same. It’s a very ride together, we die together situation. You’re my best friend, you’re dying with me. I’ll see you in hell. 

“Imma T pose over my dad and then crash the car into the parking garage.” 

Kaeya

Kaeya on the surface seems like such a chill roommate. And he is for the most part. But he’s such an ass. Your things are his things, no questions asked. If you just bought a really nice sweater or you had leftover food, that’s his now. He’s innocent until proven guilty even if he’s literally holding your lunch. The pure amount of bullshit he can spit out to convince you that no, he did not pull the fire alarm because he wanted an excuse for not going to work, puts him on Shakespeare level. He’s also very pretty, way too pretty, sir can you share some of your genes? 

But aside from that, he’s actually super dependable. You forgot something at home? Sure, he has nothing better to do so he can bring them for you. We’re missing eggs? No problem, he’s just by the store. You’re 95% sure that he just wants to be cheeky and make you thank him for 20 minutes before he actually hands you what you asked for. It’s better for you if you never tell him anything you’re afraid of because Kaeya has no social cues, or more like he throws them out the window, and he’s probably a psychopath. 

He’s incredibly private of his room and things despite his attitude towards yours. You’re convinced he either has a secret lab or that’s where he’s storing the bodies. I was the good guy but due to unfortunate circumstances, I need to stab a bitch. But he’s a really good serious talker for those 3am, because everything happens at 3am, talks about life and the meaning of the universe. It absolutely wrecks your sleep schedule but some of the things you talk about are the most crackhead things like what’s the lowest amount of money someone would have to pay you to walk outside without clothes? It’s a legitimate question. 

“Never before have I been so offended with something I 100% agree with.”

Jean

Okay, what world did you save in a past life to live with his absolutely wonderful woman? Mother Teresa take a load off, take a seat. You have nothing to worry about. She’ll bring home little treats back home and it’s the most wholesome thing ever?? Is this what love and affection feels like? We’ve been starved for so long. She says it’s not a big deal and anyone would do it BUT THE MOMENT SOMEONE BUYS FOOD FOR YOU. IT’S A MAGICAL MOMENT. They are forever stuck in your will until proven otherwise. An absolute ray of sunshine that must be protected. 

She does get super busy so you don’t often see each other or get to hang out as much. She’s a bit of a workaholic but a lot more easier to talk her into taking a break. She’s also a pretty decent cook but she prefers baking and jesus christ, girl can you calm down? Be still my beating heart, I’ve been smitten. Has mother hen vibes that you’re not sure if she’s your roommate or if she adopted you into her family. It’s time to start a petition for the Jean protection squad. Given the opportunity, I would aggressively hold your hand. 

She’s always open to whatever you want to do. Any recommendations or things that you like she will try out at least once despite her busy schedule. She’s lowkey lonely because work consumes her so any time you want to hang out or do something together, she jumps on it like she’s feral. She get’s a bit shy to ask if she can join in on your plans because she doesn’t want to bother you or intrude no matter how many times you tell her that’s okay, she still get’s a bit iffy about it. Please save this girl before she trips. In your arms. Platonically. Just kidding haha. Unless?

“I can’t wait to see you happy and not hating everyone again haha.”

Childe

First impressions of Childe were great, until he opened his mouth and you realized how much of a two brain cell child(e) he was. He has two braincells because they constantly have to 1v1 in his brain. He’s lived with a lot of siblings so he has no social awareness or concept of privacy that you’re lucky if you come home and he’s half-dressed. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2 weeks older than him, he’s going to call you 82 years old and why your bones aren’t being fossilized at this point. He’s such a little shit, this fucker licks the yogurt lid peel.  

He get’s really restless when he’s stuck under house arrest, because apparently 1v1ing in the parking lot of a Wendy’s is illegal for some reason, so he makes dying whale noises until he get’s to go outside again. But he’s actually a really wholesome guy, probably because of his younger siblings, that he’ll sometimes get you something because you seemed down and it’s such whiplash? Who is this man and where did he come from? You’re starting to have a change of heart before he tells you that he got banned from the library for accidently punching the school’s computer. How you “accidently” punch something you have no idea but Childe always comes home with some sort of injury. Maybe he’s just incredibly clumsy. For your sanity, you’re going to go with that. 

He’s actually so uncultured that it’s crippling. You can’t blame him too much considering his upbringing and it’s great that he’s so interested in learning new things but...child no...It makes you want to take your spine out of your ass and rip it like a Beyblade. Watching him take chopsticks and stab his food like it’s marshmallows makes you want to fall into a blackhole and let the chair consume you. 

“I, too, fantasize about beating the living shit out of people.”

---

Is this another tag yourself game cause I resonate with Diluc. I’m crying in insomnia. As much as I enjoy writing these fics I absolutely hate tagging them. I remember I used to have a tag anon but that was back when I wrote for bnha. 

Valentine’s Day was fun tho. I had a drinking game with friends as we played league then ended it off with a movie night. 

[gallys-wife]

can you maybe do a tmr characters help y/n with dysphoria ? im havin a bad day and theres literally no trans y/n content out there 🙁 if not thats totally fine i get its not everyones thing !!!!

Maze Runner Characters Helping You With Gender Dysphoria

I would love to do this one, and it is certainly my thing seeing as I am nonbinary! I tried to make this as inclusive of all trans people as possible because you didn't specify trans woman/man/nonbinary.

Also sorry this is so late, I put it in my drafts and forgot about it 💀

~~

Alby

Makes a point to refer to you by your preferred pronouns/name at every opportunity but somehow manages to make it sound natural/not forced or patronizing.

(Side note, this man will wreck anyone who purposefully deadnames/mispronouns you.)

Aris

Gets you your favorite foods and offers to read you allowed your favorite book

Anything to get your mind off it

Ben

Listens to you vent about it, visibly interested and asking questions so he can better understand and help you feel more comfortable

Brenda

Helping you with styling hair and doing your makeup.

If you're trans masc the two of you raid Jorge's closet and try on his clothes (she turns around every time you change, even if you don't ask her to, just to make you more comfortable) and if you're trans fem she the two of you raid her closet instead.

Clint

Tries to be super subtle about it, casually giving you gender-affirming compliments.

“You’re looking exceptionally beautiful/handsome/preferred today”

“That shirt looks very feminine/masculine/preferred on you”

Frypan

Notices immediately but doesn’t comment on it unless you mention it first. Reassures you that you’re passing whenever you start to get doubts.

Offers to do all of your favorite things with you to get your mind off it.

Gally

Gives you some of his clothes to wear so they’re extra baggy/less form-fitting.

Basically babies you and makes sure you’re comfortable and don’t need to lift a finger to do anything all day.

Harriet

Incredibly sympathetic, giving you back rubs and trying to offer up comforting words like:

“I’m sorry this is happening, angel.” “That sounds awful.”

Jeff

Suggests distractions like playing card games or organizing the stocks in the med shack with him.

Doesn’t go very far from you all day.

Minho

Literally threatens anyone who misgenders you or deadnames you, whether they said it on purpose or on accident.

Hours of nonstop talking with you to keep your mind off of it.

Newt

Newt has a whole system. He gets Frypan to make your favorites, spends all day doing your favorite relaxing activities, and is incredibly respectful and understanding if you don’t want to be held/touched during this time.

Teresa

Listens all the way through you telling you how you’re feeling before asking if she can hug you. If you say yes, she holds you gently and kisses the top of your head before telling you your feelings are valid and that she loves you.

Suggests just going back to bed and spending the day together lounging in bed, relaxing.

Thomas

Never tries and tells you you’re wrong about your feelings, instead saying things that reassure you like if you’re transmasc but feel like you’re not looking masculine today he’ll say, “well, you’ll always be one of the boys to me” or if you guys are together “you’re still my boyfriend, no matter what you look like.”

Sonya

Readily avoids gender-specific compliments, instead saying things like “You’re such good company” and “you’re so smart”, basically spends all day praising you for every little thing and making you feel good about yourself.

Winston

Asks a bunch of questions about being trans, and about your gender dysphoria so he can better understand how you’re feeling and how being trans affects you then brainstorms the best ways to make you as comfortable while you’re feeling dysphoric, from sharing his clothes (or getting Teresa to share her clothes) or his blankets, to getting you out of your day’s work so you don’t have to be around all the others while feeling dysphoric.