#I can put up with shit for 8 weeks on either side

[exopelagic]

I know the world is cruel because I finally wanna draw again and yet I am forced to pack :(

[theladybrownstarot]

Pick-A-Card : What does your feminine side wants you to know ? (Collab : @tarot-by-e11e♡)

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Pile 1. Pile 2.

Pile 3. Pile 4.

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Pile 1 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : 10 of wands rx, 8 of swords rx and The sun .

☪︎ You people are literally stressed out and burdened with a lot of things that can be felt through the reading . Are you people having teeth pain out of stress because i can feel that . Your feminine side says that stop for second leave others and prioritize your mental and physical well-being ! take proper sleep do not over-do anything because there's always a limit . Your feminine side says even though you got lot of potential inside you but still take how much you can do.

☪︎ Next , some of you might be going through some legal problems and if not then you are full of unecessary thoughts which needs to filtered out seriously otherwise you are going to face lot of problems. Doing work out fear , insecurity or any other negative emotion is not gonna help you out . You might be facing some kind of injustice and i really feel that your feminine side says that you are not taking any proper action against it this tells me the need to have proper boundary for yourselves .

☪︎ last but not the least , your feminine side says that she is going to beat the shit out of you if you cannot enjoy and let yourselves get drowned in that sadistic pool of thoughts and actions ! let yourself be happy and really bring out that child inside you that craves to go out and do whatever it wants , be positive your world is not going to end .

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Pile 2 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here ♡ @e11e27

Cards pulled out : 2 of Cups, 8 of Coins reversed, Temperance, 7 of Swords, 3 of Swords, Queen of Wands, Hierophant, Knight of Wands, Judgement.

☪︎ The time in my clock is 1:01 pm as I sat down by my window enjoying the cool summer rain, so that I can interpret for my dear pile 2.

☪︎ Angel number 101 shares an undeniable news about growth, progress and new beginnings. There is this welcoming message of growth and collaboration with your feminine side. This makes me feel like my pile 2 are either: finally taking baby steps in wanting to lean more into your feminine side OR you've reached a certain point of burn out, that you feel called to want to learn how to graciously accept the help from the universe and your guides.

☪︎ With the 2 of Cups, there's this gentle whisper of unity and mutual respect for your feminine side. It would seem that pile 2 might have "girl-bossed" a little too hard this past few weeks/months, so much so that you’d rather push your body to the point of exhaustion than actively allowing yourself to rest and recuperate. There's also this air of hypervigilance caused by the lack of genuine support and healthy role models growing up.

☪︎ More like, Pile 2 was surrounded by who they promised they will never want to become. With the first card alone, the message your feminine side wants to tell you: Let yourself be open to others again.

☪︎ It seems that Pile 2 had experience betrayals and has been in survival mode to God knows how long. To be so disregulated that you feel guilty for even purchasing skincare, even if you are not financially struggling anymore, is quite a heartbreaking situation to be in. Your feminine side is telling you: "Self - Care = Self - Love", so pile 2 can be the type of person that struggles to be okay with putting themselves first. It seems this pile is for my people pleasers.

☪︎ The songs, "You don't know" by Katelyn Tarver popped in my head. Particularly the lines, "I know you got the best intentions, just trying to find the right words to say..."; this line makes me feel like a line you want to tell anyone who wants to help you out. In this case, this is a song you dedicate to your own feminine side. But here's the thing sweetie, your feminine side DOES KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE YOU...

☪︎ Your feminine side, as much as they want to help you out, they can't seem to outscream your insecurities and troubles away. Your feminine side is soft spoken yet firm with their love for you. Your feminine side wants you to know they'll always be here for you, they're just waiting for you to sit quietly in your feelings and take the time to hear them out. They're always ready to help, they're just waiting on your signal. And you choosing this pile, your feminine side is welcoming you with open arms, with them, you are allowed to safely get vulnerable, without judgement or shame. They're always ready to welcome you back into helping you feel like *you* again.

☪︎ So first thing your feminine side wants to tell you is: "Welcome back home".

☪︎ With 8 of Coins reversed, your feminine side wants you to forgive yourself for only taking the time to only want to hear what they have to tell you. It's okay, you're safe with your feminine side. Remember, no judgement or shame will ever come from them.

☪︎ With how much you have on your plate in your life right now Pile 2, having debts and bills to pay, responsibilities piling up higher than your bookshelves, alot of people depend on you for everything, even on things that they can easily deal with themselves, yet they actively decided to pass their burdens to you. Seeing as your attention, focus and efforts are needed elsewhere, it's okay that you only felt the need to sit down to what they have to tell you.

☪︎ The more I interpret for pile 2, the more I can imagine that this pile is for the chronic workaholic people pleasers, it also has the vibe of the sole provider and/or oldest sibling energy. The heavy feeling of burn out is so prevalent in this pile, so much so that you tend to be the type to drown in work while your friends and family barely got a chance to spend time with you.

☪︎ Just know, they love you and miss you so much. They do appreciate your efforts to keeping a roof over everyone's heads and food on the table, but you tend to forget that you deserve to be taken cared for too. This is a strong message from your feminine side, let others show how much they can take care of you. Let others into your life. Learn to let love in again in your life again. Betrayals in any shape or form had closed the gates of your heart, to the point of self-imposed isolation, guised as working hard to provide. It seems that pile 2 overworks to hide their pain. It's like, "Working more means less time to feel".

☪︎ With Temperance, your feminine side suggests you start reassessing your current lifestyle and curate your daily routines to cultivate a "healthy work life balance". I can already feel some of pile 2 are rolling their eyes back so far inside that they can see their brain cells barely surviving from fatigue. And yes, I'm also lovingly call out those of you who leaned back as you begrudgingly "ugggggggggghhhh..." into surrender.

☪︎ Definitely my burn out overwhelmed workaholic people pleasers pile. You're so conditioned to always Go, go, go to the next task before letting yourself catch your breath. My dear, unless your line of work is in ER surgery, you allowing yourself to rest won't lead to someone's demise. So if you work in the medical field pile 2, your feminine side is way more stricter with you about work-life balance. I heard the words "It's non negotiable at this point". So pile 2, please, for the love of rainbows, cookies and butterflies, please curate your daily routines into a healthy work-life balance.

☪︎ With 7 of swords, your feminine side is asking you to keep quiet about your plans for self-love and self-care. This was a rather odd card to show up but with the multiple instances of me mentioning betrayal with the previous cards, it seems pile 2 is surrounded by people who benefit from your lack of boundaries. That's actually the kind of betrayals you've consistently dealt with. People taking your kindness and generosity for weakness, as if it's an invitation to openly abuse your giving heart. Oh no dear pile 2, I'm so sorry you are surrounded by people who can't stand you stepping into your power.

☪︎ This message feels rather severe but your feminine side is asking you to keep your happiness and achievements under wraps and offline. Don't post anything celebratory, it seems that evil eye and ill wishes from jealous and insecure coworkers and/or family members tends be your usual cause of bad luck. So with that, cleanse and establish healthy boundaries with people who have proven that they have no intention of wishing you well. Keep those kind of people out of your life. Take that message in any shape or form that you feel called to interpret it as.

☪︎ Your feminine side urges you to let yourself be nurtured again. You don't have to always be assertive; you don't have to also be the one that leads. You are allowed and you deserve to receive. So let yourself be on the receiving of your friends and loved one's care.

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Pile 3 . [@tarot-by-e11e]

Thank you so much for being here @e11e27 ♡

Cards pulled out : High Priestess, Ace of Swords, 4 of Wands, King of Cups, 4 of Swords, Strength, 6 of Coins

𐙚 My dearest pile 3, right off the bat, this feels like the “Stepping into your power” pile.

☪︎ Starting with the High Priestess, this talks about listening to your intuition, leaning more onto your spiritual practices, and, in this specific question, leaning more into listening to your feminine side. I feel called to share a little way to discern the difference between intuition, anxiety, and wishful thinking.

☪︎ Wishful thinking feels self-gratifying and short-lived, and leans more toward satisfying an urge/itch in the moment; like having a quick dopamine fix from doomscrolling. It’s the easiest to fulfill and do, out of all the three.

☪︎ Anxiety is fear-based and meant to keep you safe; there are certain times when safety, when taken too far, leaves you stuck and resentful; If any negative thought starts with “What if..”, this is an example of an intrusive thought that’s rooted in anxiety. It feels comfortable because it’s familiar, but it leaves you regretful and resentful for not pursuing something else.

☪︎ Intuition is sometimes like an invisible cord that’s pulling you into doing something you subconsciously feel is the right thing to do. There are times when intuition makes you feel uncomfortable, if you are in a period of stagnancy; but there are also times when intuition feels right, when even without logical and substantial evidence to back up the decision, you feel in your gut that it “just makes sense.”

☪︎ With Ace of Swords, your feminine side shares that you will receive some sort of clarity/breakthrough once you learn to listen to your intuition more; it takes practice to differentiate fear and inner knowing, so be kinder to yourself as you go about this journey. The more you listen to your gut, the easier it is for you to have new ideas and have a sense of focus towards the vision of what you want your life to unfold as.

☪︎ 4 of Wands is about your community, stability, and a sense of belongingness. With this, your feminine side suggests you put yourself out into the world to call in your soul tribe/chosen family. More like, the more you become the person you know you are meant to be, the easier it will be to naturally draw in your like-minded community.

☪︎ With the King of Cups, your feminine side urges you to embrace a compassionate approach in life, not just towards others, but particularly, towards yourself. Try to strike the balance between duty and nurture. Try to find a way to hone the skill of living a balanced life.

☪︎ Pile 3, your feminine side urges you to let yourself rest in the 4 of Swords; taking a nap while overthinking is not resting; sleeping and feeling guilty about not being productive hours before is not resting. (Damn, the call-out is real in this pile). Your feminine side asks you to truly let yourself rest and recuperate, unapologetically. How about this: whether you rest later, or rest now, your responsibilities remain; so if you rest properly now, you’ll have more energy to do your tasks wholeheartedly, and the chances of you producing results beyond your expectations is a high possibility. But if you push yourself too hard now just to have something you can “produce for the sake of having an output”, 9/10 the result is half-assed, and this will lead you to have more reason to stress and be filled with regrets. So the choice is up to you.

☪︎ The Strength card feels like your feminine side is telling you to embrace your inner power. If you’re the type that’s made to feel small, now’s the time for you to step out of your comfort zone, and try to build your confidence. You don’t have to make a huge. Life-altering change overnight. This feels more like building that steady foundation of your self-confidence. Learn how to reassure yourself that no matter what, you’ll get through everything because you are sure about your decisions and dreams in life.

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Pile 4 .

Namaste pile 1 ! Let's get with your reading :-

cards pulled out : The world rx , The hermit , Knight of pentacles , Ace of penatcles rx and the emperor rx .

☪︎ People your feminine side encourages you to move forward and no to give up because you are almost the half way to what you need , i feel you are going through major setbacks and still you people trying to do everything you got to make yourself come out of the situation you are in currently and you will actually .

☪︎ Your feminine side encourages you to go for deep self reflection and take time-off from people and other things to sort out what needs to be , she says that you already have got all the wisdom and solution you are seeking that was because of the constant experience , i feel there's a mistake or an action that your committing again and needs to be stopped . She encourages you to meditate and take rest and don't seek help outside because you got it all !

☪︎ Some of you might be having some male relation issue or an issue with authority which will resolve quickly but you being encourages to take your stand .

☪︎ Your feminine encourages or warns you to be aware of any future scam or money investment you are doing , you need to change your long term financial plan or need to revaluate for better , I feel some of you might not get the desired job as of now and it could be that you facing job related issue which resolve quickly withing 2-3 months or before just do not stop .

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Of Butterflies and Backstrokes Part 10

Yay!!! This story is back! I was able to get a little bit ahead so I put out a chapter this week. Caged Bird will be back as well, so yay!!!

In addition because Au Pair Boy is doing so well, I'll be putting it out on Thursday and just having two chapters of Around the World come out this week (I'm writing it all the time but last week slowed me down a lot because I wasn't feeling good).

In this we have progress on the Steve vs the pool front, Steve gets farther in his therapy, and Robin is the bestest.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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Steve was sitting in his tower as always when Eddie swam up to the base of it. “Hey, I have an idea.”

“What’s up?” Steve asked leaning over to hear him better. He wouldn’t have done that for anyone else. Well, except Robin. He just didn’t trust them not to try and pull him into the water.

“Come with me,” Eddie said wading over to the part of the pool that had steps down into the very shallow end of only three feet.

Steve hopped off the tower and stood about a foot from the stairs. He gulped and shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

Eddie climbed the stairs to get out of the pool and cupped Steve’s face in his hands. “And I’m not asking you to. All I’m asking is for you to sit on the step, cross-legged and when you feel ready, dip your toes into the water. Just that.”

“Just my toes?” Steve asked, his voice wobbling with emotion. “Not my whole feet?”

“Maybe eventually,” he said with that dimpled smile. “But I want to start out slow...”

Steve gulped but nodded. He grabbed his clipboard and sat down cross-legged at the top of the stairs leading to the pool. Then as they continued to train, he absentmindedly swung one foot into the pool.

He didn’t even notice until he looked up to see Max and Eddie arguing with Robin. Max and Eddie were in the pool but Robin was crouched on the edge of it. They seemed to be very against whatever Robin was for.

He blew on his whistle and suddenly all three heads turned his direction.

“Don’t tell him,” Max hissed at Robin. “You’ll ruin it.”

“Well I think he deserves to know,” Robin snapped. “Because it’s fucking awesome!”

“He’ll freak out,” Eddie insisted. “I don’t want him to get self-conscious and get worse!”

“Hey, uh...” Steve said, unsure, “but what’s going on?”

Robin looked pointedly at his feet.

He blinked at them for a moment and then looked down at his feet. His whole right foot, all the way up to half his calf was in water. He looked back up at them in awe. “Oh.”

Eddie moved toward Steve slowly, hands in the air. “Now, it’s just your foot, you can pull it out if you want, or and bear with me here, you can try putting your other foot in the water.”

Steve set the clipboard to the side and took a deep breath. The other three also held their breath as they waited for his reaction.

He went to move his other foot toward the water, but he stopped just shy of the edge and turned away. “Nope. I can’t–”

Eddie finally reached him and grabbed his wrists and started massaging them with his thumbs. “You did so good with the one foot, Stevie. I was only expecting your toes or even nothing at all. Because this is just a first step, okay?”

Steve turned to look at him and gulped. His eyes locked on Eddie and lowered his other foot into the water slowly. The water was lukewarm and the gentle lapping of the water was actually soothing.

“Oh.”

Eddie’s grin was as wide as it was effervescent. “Hey there.”

Steve smiled back. “Well, hello there.”

“You would be a fan of the prequels,” Eddie huffed. “Those are trash, man.” He gave Steve’s hands a squeeze. “I’m going to let go now, okay?”

Steve nodded. “Oh, I know they’re shit, dude. But Ewan McGreggor is hot as Obi-wan and Padmé was either stupid or blind to go after Annie when that smoke show was standing there!”

“You like the boys, Stevie?” Eddie asked wagging his eyebrows.

Steve just shrugged. “I’ve been known to wade in both streams on occasion.”

Eddie just licked his lower lip. Max tired of being ignored splashed Eddie and started a splash war she could not win.

Robin shared a smirk over their heads with Steve, who blushed. Soon after they all piled out of the pool and into the dressing rooms.

They walked out talking and giggling about their celebrity crushes. Robin was talking about the how much hotter ScarJo looked as a red head over her natural blonde, while Eddie and Steve bickered about who was hotter, Han or Luke.

Poor Max just shook her head in disgust.

When Robin and Steve got into the car, he let out a long sigh and hit his head on the steering wheel.

Robin rubbed his back. “Yeah, I think Eddie was right not to tell you. Because while you got both feet in the water, you did freak out.”

Steve nodded. He probably would have put the other foot down naturally and been surprised when he stood up. Now...

“Come on,” she said with a sad smile. “Let’s go get you some ice cream.”

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“And do you agree with her?” Dr. Hughes asked after Steve described what happened.

Steve leaned on his elbows and clasped his hands together. “I mean, I thought so at the time but now I can see that there were other ways that things could have gone wrong if they hadn’t told me. But I was able to get both feet in the pool.”

“Good,” Dr. Hughes said with a nod. “You’re starting think things through when you have had time to digest the situation. I need to warn you though, there will be times where one day you won’t be able to get near the water and others where you’ll take steps you never thought possible. I wish progress was a straight line, but it’s more like those bead toys at doctor’s offices.”

Steve buried his head in hands. “Is it worth it, then?”

“Yes, Steve,” Dr. Hughes said, “it will always be worth it, because one day you will look back and see how far you’ve come and be shocked at how much you’ve changed.” He steepled his his hands and pressed his forefingers against him mouth. “You recognized at in the first proper session that you might not ever properly swim again, has that changed?”

Steve sat up and rubbed his palms on his thighs with a heavy sigh. “No. Of course not. It just doesn’t really feel like progress. I had to have Eddie’s help. I would have never done it on my own.”

“And I wouldn’t have made you do it on your own, Steve,” he said gently. “The better your support system the further you’ll go in healing.”

Steve nodded. “I lost a lot when I hit my head. My friends, my parents, my hopes and dreams. I like what I do, but I’m not me anymore.”

“Losing your sense of self is probably one of the things contributing to your new phobia,” Dr. Hughes agreed, nodding. “And yet you were able to subconsciously put one foot in the water. Why do you think that was?”

Steve just shrugged.

Dr. Hughes chuckled. “I think I hit today’s limit on introspection, but that’s all right. So I’ll give you something to think about until our next session. I believe that the reason you were able to put your foot in the water without help is because you felt a sense of accomplishment when coaching Max and Eddie that you haven’t felt since your accident.”

Steve frowned, pursing his lips in thought. He nodded, settling back into the chair. “Yeah, I’ll think about that for sure.”

They wrapped up the appointment and Steve drove home to the small apartment he shared with Robin. They could afford a nicer place, but it was perfect for them. Decent rent, okay landlord, and quiet neighbors.

He made it up the stairs, but as he went to put his key in the lock, he stopped. He put this free on the door and leaned his head against its solid surface.

He always felt like a wrung out towel after his sessions with Dr. Hughes. It was just so draining. He knew he was making progress, but it felt so insignificant.

Before he could turn the key, the door opened slowly as to not make him trip on his feet. On the other side of the door was Robin. She gently pulled him inside, closing the door. She sat him on the sofa and then handed him a beer and a large spoon.

He was about to ask what the spoon was for when the microwave beeped and he was handed a large bowl of soup.

“Thanks, Robs,” he murmured, setting the beer on the end table and digging into the soup. Cauliflower and Wisconsin cheddar cheese. His favorite.

Robin came and sat across from him on their coffee table, cross-legged. “I figured you’d want some serious comfort after today’s session.”

He nodded, munching away through the whole bowl, taking sips of the beer to wash it down. When he was done Robin carefully took both the bowl and empty bottle to the kitchen. She came back and pulled him to her, both of them just cuddling on the sofa as Steve relaxed, bit by bit.

“You’re the bestest friend a boy could ask for,” he mumbled into her shoulder.

“You helped me through that horrible break up with Vickie,” she said soothingly. “It’s only fair I help you through your therapy.”

Steve sat up and looked her in the eye. “Except that was a one time thing, this might be for the rest of our lives.”

Robin tucked her knees under her and cupped his face. “You still do things that help me with the break up. You’ll change the station if me and Vickie’s song comes on. You’ll make carbonara when you crave it instead of getting it from that little Italian place she used to work because she might there. So let me do the same for you, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmured softly. Then he told her all about what Dr. Hughes had said in the session.

“It would make sense,” Robin said after he was done. “Like teaching kids how to swim is fun for you, but it’s not what you grew up doing your whole life. And you have a shiny new sense of purpose that you didn’t have before.”

“So you don’t think I’m hinging all my recovery on Eddie?” Steve asked sheepishly.

“I’m not your therapist,” she reminded him, “I can’t tell you that for certain, but Steve? It happened when Max was there, too. Had it occurred when it was just Eddie? Maybe. But I don’t think so.”

“That’s a relief,” Steve said with a sigh. “I’ll bring it up to Dr. Hughes next time for sure. But I think that he’s using Eddie to help me with the trauma. Like with the way he pulls me out of panic attacks, to the suggestion about sitting by the pool. And yeah it’s a bit sneaky, but it also makes sense.”

“Get Eddie to do the physical aspects of the breaking free of the trauma,” Robin said, nodding her head in understanding, “then he, Dr. Hughes deals with the emotional and mental part of it before and after.”

He let out a long shuddering breath. “I’m still scared.”

Robin gave him a big hug. “It’s okay to be scared, dork. But I’m here for you.” She stood up and held out her hand. “Come on, Max and Eddie are waiting for us.”

Steve gave her a bright smile and took her hand, allowing her to pull him to his feet. He had work to do, it was time to get started.

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Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

I'm not sure if it's clear enough in the story, Steve went home between the therapy session and his coaching of Eddie and Max. I hope that clears any questions about the ending up.

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luke hughes x chubby!reader headcanons part 1

part 2

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

now good ole lukey is so enamored with you, it’s honestly insane

he just loves watching you. but not in a creepy way, he just loves watching you…function? like watching you do small easy tasks such as, putting on your makeup or folding your clothes. he just loves watching you and admiring the way you look naturally

going off of this: you in his clothes. now it’s no secret buddy boy is very large. hes tall and has plenty of muscle to show off his years of hard work and dedication to hockey. just the way his hoodies and sweatshirts hug your body just right, makes him lose his absolute shit. i mean, cmon, your beautiful full body being covered in his hockey team? his name? he’s whipped.

let’s talk wearing his jersey. this is where luke forgets how to do literally anything in your presence. i wouldn’t be surprised if he got so distracted at the sight of his name and number on your body that he slipped on the ice. (not him actually falling for you—🤭)

if you show up to his games wearing anything but his jersey, you will have a very pouty luke on your hands

moving on to our fluffy cuddly lukey boy

he can’t live without your cuddles, without feeling you 25/8. poor jack had to get used to seeing you guys smothered in each other on the couch VERY quickly

RUNNING YOUR FINGERS THROUGH HIS HAIR!! he will absolutely melt into putty. him laying on your pillowy breasts or soft-round tummy, while you massage his scalp is the definition of heaven for him. dude genuinely doesn’t believe there is anything better in this world

nap time 😴 y’all 100% have a daily nap time cause baby boy gets tired and wants to hold you (more like you hold him cause he’s so bbg) i’m not joking as soon as y’all hit the bed and you’re in his arms, he’s out like a light.

he loves carrying things for you. doesn’t ever let you carry anything on your own and is ALWAYS there to help you when you need it

luke can be a bit awkward at times, but he somehow knows what to do when your upset or just feeling down. wrapping his long arms around your plush body, pulling you into his large frame. he will just hold you and hug you tight until you are ready to talk about your troubles

he’s the best listener. lukey is just so attentive to everything you say, listening and watching with all the love in his eyes. and he doesn’t just look at you like that when he’s listening or engaging with you either

dude is literally 😍😍😍 the second you get anywhere near him. there are actual pictures quinn has taken of him staring at you like you are the only thing that matters. now of course luke doesn’t know about these pictures, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him :)

NSWF

BODY WORSHIP BODY WORSHIP BODY WORSHIP

this man just lives to place kisses all over your body, leaving hickeys and marking you all over so everyone knows your his

is in love with your soft plushy thighs

will mark them up for days, till you can only wear pants for about a week straight. well, unless you want the world to see what he’s been up to in between your thighs (he obviously wouldn’t mind, but also doesn’t want people getting the idea of your body in their minds)

HEAVY MAKEOUT SESSIONS!!

i’m talking, you on his lap, his hands gripping your thick hips so tight there will probably be bruises the next day. but in the moment y’all don’t care. he just wants your body on his and as close as humanly possible. grinding down on his beautifully large cock until you both cum in your pants

he. loves. your. tits.

he loves how heavy they feel in his hands, how round and soft they are, how perky your nipples are. although, nothing can top the gorgeous stretch marks on the side of you tits, it makes him absolutely feral. (honestly your stretch marks in general are one of his biggest turn ons) one of his favorite things during sex or anything sex related is giving your boobs the attention they desperately needed.

he’s a big softy and prefers intimate sex over rough sex any day

being able to cover you in his love and show you how beautiful you are is his #1 priority. burying his face in the crook of your neck to hide his moans and whimpers because you just make him feel so so good

cumming together >>> anything else

a/n - this is definitely a little self-indulgent lol. but luke hughes is a chubby girls man. i definitely have more to say, so lmk if y’all want a part 2??? thank you for reading :))

[petrssecrethideout]

"Alright everyone, we are back. Now, for this episode I had to leave for work, so for the video I'm currently recording in the hotel I'm staying at, and hopefully Dale has his set up like I told him to so that.... Dale."

"What?"

"What's that?"

"Oh my mug? That's empty I need to put it in the sink."

"That's not-- What's with the oil drum?"

"Oh, so you haven't been following my tiktok? Wooooow."

"Hey, listen I- I deleted Tiktok off my phone years ago I can't go back now. And honestly, all I've heard is that you've been causing trouble."

"Hey that wasn't me. The guy that I was talking about a month ago made a 'response video' to me where he- really all he did was call me a 'beta low-test cuck' ,whatever the fuck that all means, and then he went through my videos and said that I was getting smaller because of my 'masturbation addiction'."

"... I can't believe we're doing another cum episode."

"You better believe it brother! So, in response I've created a personal challenge for myself: Throughout the month of November, I'm going to cum so much, that I can fill a 55-gallon Oil Drum by the end of the month with my cum alone."

"...No fucking way."

"I'm calling it the Cum Drum Challenge."

"The Cum Drum Challenge?"

"Listen I couldn't thin of a good name in time I only had a week to think about it before the challenge started shut up stop laughing."

"Ok ok sorry it- it got me. And you're doing this shit on Tiktok? How are you not banned already?"

"Well, I'm not showing myself filling the drum dude, I'm just like explaining it, and alluding to it. The filling sessions will be on my Onlyfans link in the descriptioooon~"

"Ok sure, whatever, fuck it. People are watching you do this? and liking it? unironically?"

"The first video people thought was just a joke, but by day 4 they were like 'oh this guys serious'. So right now its like 75% people saying I'm crazy and making jokes and like 25% pure awe. Oh but like dude, you know who did comment? Fucking Current Mr. Olympia and my favorite bodybuilder Andrew Nelson! And his comment wasn't ironic either. He was legit like 'I hope this works because it sounds way better than the alternative'. He's on my side!"

"Bet you got quick load after you saw that."

"Fuck off you can't say that now. He knows of me! He might be listening to this now."

"Ok, ok i won't. So, god, this challenge. How are you gonna do this, like 55 gallons isn't a small number dude."

"Yeah, but my buddy mapped it out with my 'average load volume' and I have to cum at least 10 times a day."

"10!?"

"Yeah, I know that's a lot for some guys, so if you wanna just try to fill a milk carton this month and then you can work your way up, no shame in that my friend. This is not for the faint of heart."

"Only 10!? What the fuck dude you're insane!"

"I know, these balls can fucking produce! Actually, side note to listeners we're recording this on November 7th, so I'm a week in. My balls are huge now dude. Like I had some big balls before but these babies are HUGE. And, oh god my beard's gotten all thick too? like I'm giving up on shaving this month it will not be tamed. And the muscles ugh fuck dude I can feel myself growing, like the more i pump this beastly cock It feels like liquid fire in my veins. And ...mmhh gruuh, dudeI get this full body pump every time I CUUM--ugh, fuck yeah man. So huge."

"Have you been jerking off this whole time?"

"...Maybe."

"Dude, again!?"

"I HAVE A QUOTA TO MEET! I'VE ONLY CUM 8 TIMES TODAY!"

"EIGHT!? ITS FUCKING 1PM YOU COULD'VE WAITED."

"WELL SORRY FOR TRYING TO OVERACHIEVE."

[sadie-bug345]

gang as after school snacks🫵🫶

i main oreos and milk ANYDAY OF THE WEEK🧍‍♀️👹❤️

ponyboy:

prob apples or sum shit😭

like something kinda random but also reasonable

ngl apples and peanut butter HIT sometimes

so he’s real for that

6/10 also gives pudding cup guy

johnny:

either doesn’t have anything as an after school snack

#neglected

in all seriousness i feel so incredibly bad for johnny and his home life

OR he makes like a whole meal

no in between

like he’ll come home and just put together a whole sandwich, juice, apple, the whole thing

5/10 i’m sorry😭

sodapop:

just has a can of coke or smth

this is not a joke on his name but it does go very well with it

but i think he just THRIVES off caffeinated sodas

comes home and cracks open a dr pepper, pepsi, whatever

thats enough to fuel him thru the rest of the day

also when he’s had a bad day he’ll just sit in his and pony’s room in the dark and sip his soda ominously LMAOOO

8/10 my mom does this

darry:

yoghurt and granola typa guy

probably calls granola “cereal”

ily darry but this is unacceptable 🫶🥰

he def pressures pony and soda to have healthy snacks which pony listens to but soda…well we know what soda does💀

everyone makes fun of him for his taste but he gets so pressed so fast (trust me he’s mad at me already for writing this)

3/10🏃‍♀️💨

dally:

religiously has bowls of cereal

or just cigarettes yk

just sits in the dark and eats his lucky charms whilst contemplating everything annoying he !everyone else! did that day

thinks about how much homework he has and how hes not gonna do a lick of it

calls up friends asking them to share their answers to the spanish hw

and on the other side of the line they can just hear him munching away and just like “…what are you eating🧍‍♀️”

dal’s just like “the bones of your dead dreams now tell me what the fuck a conjugation is and how i do it”

9/10 y’all prob know im an intense cereal lover

two-bit:

gushers or fruit snacks typa thing

prob drinks kool-aid like it’s the water of life

he’s real for that to a degree

like sometimes too many ritz crackers is too much 😭

probably just eats packs after packs of fruit snacks

struggle meals all the way💀

8/10

steve:

just drinks a glass of milk or smth

straight from the carton

just a total scavenger of the pantry

so disrespectful💀

in general i think he steals all the gangs food as a joke

darry just bought some cookies from the grocery store and by the time he gets home from work they’re gone😭😭

4/10

ANYWAYS request hcs, imagines, anything! i do platonic and romantic y/ns too🫶

ILYSM‼️‼️

[lizzyyylmaoooooool]

what think/hope/pray will happen after ep 5 -

first off im running on the assumption that devils minion romantic/long form relationship has already happened in the past. my evidence (not really) for this is that i don’t believe their dynamic works properly with old man daniel because he doesn’t want to be turned anymore, so i can’t see that side of their combative push and pull working. you can argue that the only flashbacks daniel has are of the night in san francisco and nothing else, however he also seems to exclusively have flashbacks of only armand and not louis, which implies to me there is more to him and armand (ignore the fact we still have no idea if the flashbacks are organic or if armand is sending them to him purposely, or that we don’t know if armand knows he’s having them ok thanks). also obviously the whole alice/armand from ep 2. whether you’re a truther or not, you can’t argue that the show wasn’t purposefully setting up armand as a comparison to alice in that scene and others since she’s been brought up a lot this and last season.

anyway, i think the flashback section of ep 5 will end with armand either locking him in the basement or setting off their chase. if non of these, i think it’ll end with framing armand and daniels past relationship as something purely horrifying to current daniel. in the ep preview, he’s only sitting and talking with louis about it without armand present, which i’m assuming is purposeful on daniels part. then i think daniel is gonna step out of the dubai apartment probably from a negative reaction and run into raglan james/whoever the fuck talamasca man claims he is, which is where that whole trailer scene “you fear armand, you should fear the other one” comes from. we kinda have no other scenes from dubai that we can piece together from trailers after that, other than we know daniel goes back to the interview, and we get the scenes like louis throwing shit, books falling on daniel, walls cracking etc.

the final thing i hope and pray happens is in either ep 7 or 8 that no one has seen yet, we get some sort of in your face no context no build up confirmation that armand and daniels relationship was romantic at one point. like i’m thinking either some sort of out of left field flashback, daniel finding his photo in the threesome partner pile or more information on the “paramours” folder on the laptop. like i don’t put it past them at all to leave it on a cliffhanger for next season (pray) where bang we get some sort of explicit confirmation and that’s all we get, and we’re left with daniel being like “what the actual fuck”. the vibe i gather from interviews with cast and crew, i don’t think they’ve adapted a ton of devils minion yet, but they have added something after ep 5 and do plan to carry it on.

obviously this could all be bullshit because the context of why is daniel remembering, is it because of armand, is it natural, was it even armand who whipped his memories, did devils minion even happen properly?? like we still know nothing. so hope ep 5 answers some of those things for us. thank you for entertaining my brain rot because anticipating this ep has consumed my entire week.

preparing to beg for a link on socials again tomorrow like a common whore x

[scoops-aboy86]

Not Dating, part 8

part 1, part 2, part 3, parts 4 & 5, part 6, part 7 - also on ao3

A little more spice, and a sweet conclusion. 😊

It takes the promise of clean underwear Steve can borrow for Eddie to drag him to the bedroom without washing the dishes. (Which, honestly, Eddie considers those plates clean enough to reuse, it was only toast and a few smears of peanut butter. The trailer doesn’t have a dishwasher, and that’s the kind of shit where you learn to make do.) Eddie, still naked from the waist down, sits on the bed to watch Steve wiggle out of his jeans and briefs, wipe himself down with a wet washcloth, and shimmy the borrowed boxers on. Then Eddie holds both arms out and makes grabby hands, smiling contentedly when Steve moves easily into his orbit. 

“Nice ass, man,” Eddie says teasingly, because of course that’s where his hands go first. Kneads a little through the soft, well-worn fabric. He hadn’t let himself touch this much before today, unsure of what might scare Steve away—but now, after their mutual confessions, all of it is gloriously fair game. “I kinda like seeing you in my things. Might have to make a habit of that.”

Steve smiles down at him softly. “I think that could be arranged. Since, you know, we’re dating and all.”

For a moment, Eddie hesitates over what he wants to say. But—no, he should, shouldn’t he? Steve had been brave today, it’s his turn now.

“Boyfriends,” he says decisively, looking up to meet Steve’s gaze. “That’s what I want. You in?”

Right away, he knows he made the right call. Steve lights up, incandescent and impossible to look away from. “Yeah, I’m in.”

“Cool.” Giddy relief bubbles up and comes out in the form of a giggle. “I’ve never had one of those before.”

“Me neither,” Steve giggles back. Jesus H. Christ, Robin is going to find them so annoying.

Oh… Robin. 

“So, uh,” Eddie starts, giggle morphing into a sheepish chuckle. “How much of an idiot does your platonic soulmate think I am right now? For, you know. Telling you to go fuck yourself, storming off, and unplugging the phone for the better part of a week?”

“Not much more of one than me, probably,” Steve admits. 

This is the part where Eddie expects him to back off and sit next to him on the bed, but instead Steve gestures for him to scoot back on the mattress. When he does, Steve puts his knees to either side of Eddie’s hips and settles on his lap, front to front right up against his bare belly. 

“Anyway,” Steve continues, draping his arms over Eddie’s shoulders, “back to the clothes thing. Clothes in general. Can I take you shopping, please?”

“Is this before or after the movie date?” Eddie teases. He almost wants to pinch himself again; is this really his life? A beautiful boy on his lap, asking to take him places? Saying please? God, they’ve been friends for a while and he knows Steve, knows that he’s not laying it on thick now. It’s just who he is. 

Steve shrugs with an easy grin, the one that always made the girls melt in high school. It worked on Eddie then, but now that it’s actually aimed at him he feels like a volcano filling up with hot magma. “Either. Or it could be part of it, I could get us to a mall with a theater in it in forty minutes or less. But look, babe—” and here he pauses to destroy Eddie (who is already reeling from the smile and the babe and just everything about Steve) by pulling his Henley up a bit, hooking a finger in the boxers’ waistband right where his treasure trail disappears into them. “These fit me pretty well, which means they’re probably tight as hell on you. Are all your clothes like this?”

“I, um.” Eddie feels lightheaded, looking down at where Steve is indicating. Where they’re pressed together, where… where Steve is subtly rocking his hips into him, the absolute miracle bastard. “I kind of put on the biggest things I own.” And he doesn’t know if it’s Steve’s confession opening his eyes or the aforementioned hip rocking, but his dick is starting to get a second wind either way.

“Cool. Do you want me to steal all your outgrown jeans for myself after I buy you new ones? Or before?”

And, okay. Okay, either Eddie is going to need a moment or they’re heading full throttle for that rain check Steve offered in the kitchen, but the thought of Steve painted into jeans that Eddie can no longer fit into is doing it for him. Almost as much as Eddie needing new clothes is doing it for Steve, if the crazed little look in his eye is any indication, and it’s making Eddie feel greedy. 

“I’d give all of them to you right now if I didn’t think putting more clothes on you would be a personal tragedy for me,” Eddie blurts out.

He doesn’t even have time to feel embarrassed by his mouth getting ahead of his brain, because Steve ducks in for a kiss immediately, chasing the words with a warm press of lips. And it turns out, he doesn't have to be embarrassed at all; it’s Steve who deepens the kiss, just as wanting and insatiable as Eddie feels. They both get lost in it for a moment, mouths opening easily to each other and Eddie relaxing further and further until he finds himself on his back, the ends of his hair dangling over the far side of the bed. 

After a while, smiling into the kiss, Steve rolls them onto their sides. He teasingly pulls back just a little bit at a time, Eddie wriggling to follow without thought until they’re both on the bed properly—and only then does he fully break away long enough to pull his shirt off over his head and help Eddie do the same. It’s easy, so easy to let him do it, to float in the lingering haze of recent orgasm and kissing Steve fucking Harrington while fully naked against him. Eddie’s pale, scarred, stretch-marked belly pressed against Steve’s tanned and scarred abs, chest hair tickling his one remaining nipple, one thick and muscular thigh sliding in between his pudgy legs… 

He keeps thinking about how the only barrier between them right now are the boxers Steve has on. 

“Do you want to?” Steve murmurs, mistaking Eddie’s distraction for hesitation. “Because we could just cuddle. I’ve kind of been dying to be able to just hold you, you know? And not pretend it’s fine when you always said you had to go home right after.”

Ah yes, the ol’ leave before they have a chance to tell you you’ve overstayed your welcome. Eddie had thought he was being subtle, but if Steve is putting it like that then maybe he wasn’t as smooth as he’d hoped. Damn. 

“Well,” Eddie whispers back, and licks his lips uncertainly. “I think if I said that now you’d be well within your rights to call bullshit. Considering this is my home. But, uh… why not both? Cuddle after.”

He feels more than sees Steve’s smile, they’re so close. “Sounds good. And, since I gave you that rain check… You wanna spit nice and wet in your hand for me, baby?”

Eddie must white out for a few seconds or something, because the next thing he knows the boxers are gone and Steve is guiding his hand to wrap around the most perfect cock he’s ever touched. He’s touched it before, but not all that often actually, now that he thinks about it. Certainly never like this, already pulsing and hot like a brand against his skin and Steve lets out this moan as he wraps his fingers around it. 

“Eddie, fuck—”

“Shhhh.” Eddie nips at his lips, little playful snaps whenever Steve tries to come back in for a taste. Not that he wants to play this tit for tat, but kissing can wait for a minute. Eddie has spent too long letting his eyes fall closed to protect his heart; now he wants to see. 

So he props himself up on one elbow, a move that emphasizes his side roll and makes his belly pool in front of him even more. He notices Steve’s hands twitching like they want to touch, and rolls his thumb over the shining head of Steve’s cock with a smile. 

“Touch me,” he murmurs, scooching closer. Pressing a little more against Steve’s front, enjoying the rasp of chest hair against his own sensitive skin. “Touch me however you want, sweetheart. Just like in the kitchen, but take what you need this time.”

As though all he was waiting for was permission, Steve splays both of his big, warm hands over Eddie’s stomach, just like he always does when Eddie’s eaten too much and needs it rubbed. One hand shifts to his plush hip with an insistent pull, a moan, guiding him closer, and Eddie—

“Ohfuck,” Steve gasps, hazel eyes wide and dark. He looks like his entire world has just been flipped on its head, just because Eddie had the bright idea to open his fist and trap Steve’s leaking cock between his belly and his hand, and let him jerk instinctively forward and work himself up to his peak. 

And Eddie gets to see Steve fucking Harrington absolutely lose it, babeling the entire time. 

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, can’t believe—You’re the gorgeous one, Eds, you’re s-so—I’m going to fill you up baby, n-not this time but I, god, I’m going to give you everyth-thing, I, gonna make you so b-big—”

It doesn’t take long, and Eddie drinks in every sight and sound as Steve comes. Then he sucks his own fingers clean, moaning because he hasn’t even thought about doing it before it was already happening, just can’t help himself. Feels good, like the best high he’s ever experienced cranked up to eleven. Uses his own slicked-up hand to get himself off in record time while Steve’s grip on his love handles sporadically clench and unclench with his own comedown. 

“We are doing that again,” Eddie gasps as soon as he regains higher brain functions, and Steve laughs while clumsily wiping them clean with a t-shirt from somewhere on the bedroom floor. 

“Gimme a Gatorade and twenty minutes,” Steve promises, an easy smile on his face. Tossing the soiled shirt, he fits himself against Eddie’s side with a contented sigh, squeezing at him sleepily. “Come’ere, you.”

“Mmm.” Eddie settles in, breathes in the scent of him, all hairspray and fancy laundry detergent and Steve. (And sex, but the whole room smells like sex now.) 

He wonders if Steve will make him something to eat when they wake up. Feels a brief flare of excitement before fading back behind a thick cloud of exhaustion; he’s not exactly hungry, but he could eat. Would eat, if it’d make Steve happy. 

Considering how much weight he’d gained while they were still friends with benefits, Eddie wonders how much bigger he’ll get with Steve as his boyfriend. It’s kind of a relief knowing he can eat anything he wants and Steve will still be there, ready to bring him more, but they need to talk about it. How many stretch marks would be too much? How many pounds? And would Steve maybe, possibly, be willing to maybe tie him up a bit while making it all happen?

Steve seems content where he is at the moment though, already drifting off to sleep, and that’s really all Eddie cares about right now. More can wait; they have plenty of time. 

Because they’re dating. 

~

They’re dating, and Steve spends a lot of time hanging around the trailer park now, for someone who still technically lives in a big house in Loch Nora. He’s confided in Eddie that he hates that house, too empty and lonely, but the trailer feels welcoming and loved, like a real home should be. 

They’re dating, and Eddie lets Steve dote on him. New clothes. Asking Eddie to read Lord of the Rings to him. All the appetizers, meals, and desserts Steve whips up, sometimes at the trailer or sometimes bringing it from home—not just for Eddie, but for Wayne too. Robin is very happy for them, but taps out of movie nights once they get to the lap-sitting stage on the couch; she always complains ruthlessly about the boners Steve pops once Eddie settles on him. Even though Eddie, obviously, blocks it from view. Eddie and Steve have discussed it, and they both think it’s rude. 

They’re dating, and now Steve gets the boyfriend discount: same as the friends and family discount, but with lots of shotgunning that ends in making out more often than it doesn’t. When they’re both stoned as fuck they twine together on Eddie’s mattress, Steve’s hands running idly all over him because it’s cozy and nice and they can’t get enough of each other. 

Which is where they are when Eddie says “I love you, Steve” for the first time. (It’s only fair after all, it’s his turn for a big scary confession.) Steve immediately tears up and blubbers “You love me back?” And maybe that whole conversation could’ve waited for when they weren’t high, but Eddie kisses him and assures him that he does. Whispers sweet, goofy things until Steve is beaming and laughing through the tears and offers to take Eddie out for milkshakes from the nearest drive thru. 

Eddie kisses him, pleasantly aware that his twin mattress is starting to feel far too narrow for the two of them and will only feel smaller by the time they get back to it. 

“You’re spoiling me, sweetheart.” He licks his lips and pats his doughy middle to quell its sudden, greedy rumble that he never thinks twice about heeding anymore. “Let’s go.”

He still wants to leave Hawkins someday; it’s something they’ve talked about a lot, same as they have about Steve’s kink and the pleasure Eddie’s finding in playing into it. Steve wants to see the kids through to the end of high school, then follow Robin to whatever school she’s picked by then, and that’s fine. All Eddie needs is a someday. 

And until that day comes, he is more than happy to date Steve Harrington until they’re ready to blow this popsicle stand together. 

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[dreamerdoesthewritething]

[Part 8 of AFAB Bestie x Leon fic series, because I'll only stop when I run outta steam, and then I probably won't touch this for months lmao.]

[Post with links to previous parts]

Leon leaves your home for about an hour before he returns with a bag of his stuff. His gross tactical belongings were taken home and exchanged with this, apparently. He doesn't ask if he can stay with you. He just does. And you don't mind. He can stay with you as long as he wants, as long as he doesn't bother you when you have to study for your classes. It'll be the most time he's spent with you in years.

You remember your mother asking you why Leon doesn't just move in with you. With how often he comes over, he might as well live at your place. Of course, she made this observation a few years ago, when Leon was still in training and not gone as much. He'd save on rent and the two of you paying the bills at one location would help from a financial standpoint as well. It wouldn't be the first time you've lived in the same house, either. Still...

At the time, your answer to your mother was that you thought Leon enjoyed having his own place and the two of you needed to be able to put space between you every once in a while. What you didn't say was you thought it would jeopardize your friendship with him due to temptation. Because constantly sharing the same space would cause you to have to repress your feelings, which would eventually come to a head and you'd end up doing or saying something stupid that would ultimately destroy everything. Your unorthodox friendship is too good, too comfortable to risk losing.

Little did you know Leon's waiting for you to ask him at least one question. He would ask you himself, but he doesn't want to seem pushy. He'd rather you take the initiative, considering it'll affect your life much more than his. If he asked, you'd feel obligated to agree. So you need to be the one, because then he'll know for sure it's what you want, not something you're agreeing to for his sake.

He figures he'll be waiting a while, watching you struggle to put the fitted sheet onto the mattress of the guest bedroom. You're not one to pursue these things, even if you know he knows you have feelings for him.

Or had. He's unsure if you still do.

There's no doubt you care about him, but do you love him the same way you used to, the way he does you?

"Whoever invented this shit got it all wrong," you grumble, throwing your hands up in defeat when the corner of the fitted sheet once again escapes the mattress.

Leon chuckles. "You, uh, need help over there?"

"No, I got it, I got it," you say, trying once again to get the sheet to hug all four corners. Hair falls into your face. You blow hot air in an attempt to get it out of the way, but your forehead's gotten sweaty from this mild excursion and refuses to let the hair go. Your cheeks puff out as you pout, brow furrowed.

"Yeah, I can see that," he teases. "Look, it'll be easier with two people. I'll take this side, you take that one. Then we only have to fight two corners each."

"And each other, Mr. Incredible," you say, but you agree nonetheless to his proposition.

"If I'm Mr. Incredible, does that make you Elastigirl?" he asks.

"Uh, we're not married, so I'm gonna have to say no."

"We could be," he wants to say. Instead, he says nothing.

"I'm surprised you've seen that movie. It's only been out in theaters for like a week," you continue, not noticing how Leon's looking at you.

"I'm not always on duty or training. I do have free time every now and then, you know."

"We could've gone together."

Your voice became so quiet and small when you said that. Leon freezes as you raise your gaze to meet his. It's brief, but you lose your smile for a fraction of a second before looking away. He really hadn't thought about that, he realizes. Why didn't he think of asking you to go to the movies with him?

"It was a midnight viewing. You had work the next day and you have your studies," he says.

"I would've put it all on hold for you." You've done it before, which you don't say but your tone is enough to tell him that. You sigh. "You know I can do things other than give you a place to sleep and give you comfort during the tough times. I am your friend, aren't I?"

Oh no. The road this conversation is taking makes Leon's stomach churn as his heart begins to hurt. Your smile is gone, replaced with a resigned expression. The light in your beautiful eyes, artificial before, is now gone completely.

Then you shake your head, a clear sign. You're not actually going to have the conversation. You won't risk upsetting Leon. You don't think your thoughts are worth hearing. He can read it in every motion of your body. He's always been able to read you like this.

Normally, he lets you get away with dropping subjects for his sake, but not this time.

This time, it will be different.

He drops the side of the mattress and fitted sheet he was working on and gently grabs your face, turning it towards him. You tense up, releasing your own side as you're taken by surprise by his sudden action. He takes a seat on the unmade bed, pulling you down with him onto his lap. You turn red and try to turn away, but he won't let you.

"Sweetheart, talk to me," he pleads.

You bite your bottom lip, shaking your head again. It's nothing. It's not worth bringing up...

He knows your weakness, though, and says your name in that voice he uses, the one that gets you to cuddle up to him at night when he needs someone to lean on. Despite your best efforts, you give in as tears sting your eyes. No, you won't cry. You won't let it get to that point, you think.

"Why do you only come to me when you need comfort? Why do you only seem to come for me when you're suffering? Why don't we do things normal friends do?" you ask in the smallest voice.

Part of you hopes he didn't actually hear any of it, but you know he hangs onto every word you say.

"Are we...Are we even friends anymore? Or am I just, like...I don't know...your fucking security blanket?"

There's venom in that last bit of your question. It curdles Leon's blood, threatening to kill him. Is that really all you think you are to him? Has he been that callous towards you? The very thought makes him sick.

"I'll never turn you away. You know this too well," you continue, trying to keep the harsher emotions out of your words. "But dammit, Leon, I just...I want to be able to do things with you that aren't just in this damn house or that involve a bed or a fucking bottle. I want to go to the movies or go shopping or to the arcade or just a goddamn walk once in a while. Is that so much to ask?"

He opens his mouth, but you're not done.

"We don't even talk that much. I know nothing about your life anymore except that you work for the damn government. You hardly ask about mine. Our phone conversations are lucky to get past the minute mark. You never tell me when you're coming. You just show up looking like shit in the middle of the night and expect me to..."

You take a haggard breath. "God, I'm so tired. So, so fucking tired, Leon. I care about you, and I know to some degree you care about me, too. And I get that you can't be too open with me about certain things because of your shitty-ass job. I get it, I do. But I just..."

Trailing off, you shake your head again before hiding your face in your hands. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything. Forget it, can we just go back to--?"

Leon cuts you off by pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, putting the hand that once cupped your face onto the back of your head to guide it to rest on his shoulder. "Oh, sweetheart, no. No apologies. I told you to talk to me and you did. Thank you."

"For what?" you ask. He winces from how small your voice still is.

"For being honest with me. I know how hard it can be for you," he replies. "I am so sorry I made you feel this way. I really don't deserve you. Thank you for keeping me, even though I've done this. I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you, and I'll do whatever it takes to be a better friend. You deserve the world. All I can offer you is mine."

You're speechless and unable to hold back the tears. All you can say is his name as you wrap your arms around him, relaxing in his grasp. The two of you just hold each other for a while, minds going blank as you simply enjoy being together again. He hopes you feel better now that you have that weight off your chest. You shouldn't feel guilty for speaking your mind. Everything you said he needed to hear, needed to know, needed to consider.

He never thought he would be the friend who was all take and no give, and yet, he became that person without even realizing it.

And if you were dating, like he wishes you could, that would make him such a shit boyfriend, too.

"What do you want to do right now, sweetheart?" he asks in a whisper.

"You."

He nearly falls off the bed when you say that. His reaction causes you to burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm kidding, Leon," you assure him, gently patting his cheek as he stares at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw. "My virgin ass ain't ready for that kind of thing, and besides, we don't have that type of friendship, now do we?"

"We...We could, though."

His arms around you is the only thing that keeps you from falling off of his lap and the bed. You blink several times, unsure if you heard him correctly or if you just imagined it. The reddish pink creeping into his cheeks tells you that yes, Leon S. Kennedy did in fact actually suggest your friendship could become the "with benefits" type. Your expression becomes a mirror image of his.

"Okay, let's, uh...Let's put a pin in this conversation for now, yeah?" Leon suggests, tearing his gaze away from yours. "How 'bout we, uh, finish making this bed...and then think about dinner. Sound good?"

All you can do is nod.

He carefully lifts you from his lap and places you onto the bed beside him before standing up, taking a deep breath to compose himself. What was he supposed to think now? Does your reaction mean you still loved him after all these years? Or are you simply sexually attracted to him now, like many people? Does it matter to you what the distinction is? Does it matter to him?

No, no it doesn't.

Never before has he wanted you as badly as he does after hearing your silly little joke. Who'd have thought a simple exchange of "what do you wanna do?" "you" could lead to him imagining all the lewd things he'd do with you? He's got some experience from short-term relationships that crashed and burned between the police academy and now. You, however...You've never even been on a date, let alone kissed someone, let alone had...

Get your head outta the gutter, Leon thinks. He shoves those lovely, nasty thoughts aside by thinking of the least attractive person he can--your great-aunt Henrietta. Yeah, that's a real boner killer right there. How she ever managed to get five men to agree to marry her is anyone's guess, what with that hideous personality.

But hey, if that bitch could get dates, so could you.

So why haven't you ever done that?

Have you really been waiting for Leon all this time?

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 14

Hey all! Because I'm working strictly on Paper Hearts and Sweet Home Indiana exclusively until they're done, I thought I would put out chapters of this, Icarus (metal band), and Never Hold Back Your Step...(boy with a bat book 2) this week to tie you over until I can get back to them.

The poll wanted me to continue this one and Never Hold Back Your Step, so show me how much you love this story. Because people it is going to get juicy good and hella twisty and you really don't want to miss out on that. ;)

This is a very Nancy heavy chapter and as always she comes off very nuanced.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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Steve had two thorns in his side. Tommy Hagan and Murray Bauman. Jonathan had gotten his mom and Hopper to back down by citing actual pack law.

He suspected that Nancy had given him that little tidbit to throw in their faces.

It was nice to have the younger generation on his side. Well, most of it. There was still the matter of Tommy.

But now it was time to let Nancy in on what had been going on in the pack.

“I wish you had come to me sooner,” she huffed after he had explained everything and shown her his proof.

“Would you have come to me if the shoe was on the other foot?” Steve asked sharply.

She folded her arms and looked down at the ground. Steve raised an eyebrow at her and she threw her arms in the air.

“Fine!” Nancy cried, throwing her arms in the air. “I wouldn’t have gone to you, I would have gone to Jonathan first. But at least I would have gone to another pack member instead of a keeper, Steve.”

Steve curled his lip and she took a step backward. “Keepers are bound to a scared trust and while Tommy has broken his, Robin would never.”

“Platonic soulmates, I know, I know,” she said, rolling her eyes. “So you keep saying. But she isn’t your female alpha, she isn’t even a werewolf Steve.”

Steve drew himself up to full height and glared at her. “At what has this pack done to show me any loyalty? It goes both ways, Nance and frankly all I’ve gotten since I came back to the pack is suspicion and distrust. Where’s my loyalty, huh? Where is it?”

She looked down at her feet again and sighed. “You weren’t a pack member for ten years, Steve and then you come back, in just a year you’re alpha. Like the rest of us have grown up together. Played together as children and then as puppies when we changed. We know everything about each other, but nothing about you. Then you start to change things and we’re just supposed to take it?”

“Yeah?” he said. “Okay, I’ll walk away. Hopper can take over or hell, give it straight to Murray. He’s the one that wanted it so bad after Hop was taken. See how you fare under his alphaship. If you guys have no loyalty to me, I’ve got none to you.”

He shook his head and walked away.

“Steve!” she cried. “Wait!”

Steve whirled back to face her. “What? You wanted me gone, so I’m leaving.”

“Of course I don’t want you to leave!” she huffed. “God, that wasn’t what I meant at all.”

“No?” he growled. “Because that’s what it fucking sounded like Nancy. What? You think Jonathan would be a better fit?” Nancy didn’t answer but her look said it all. “Because let me tell you, the Byers boys are the best of us, but both are straight up pacifists. They would make for terrible alphas.”

Nancy refused to look at him.

“And besides,” Steve finished with a smug grin, “Jonathan would back me in a fight for alpha, not challenge me and you fucking know it.”

She let out a long sigh. “God, how did you get so smart?”

“I’ve always been, thanks,” he huffed. “School stuff? I’m absolute shit at, but leadership and knowing the right play for the whole team? That comes as naturally to me as breathing. I don’t know it’s all the sports or if I was good at sports because of the natural ability to lead. Either way, there is no adult male in this pack better suited for alphaship and you can’t argue that.”

She looked up and stomped her foot. “I hate it when you’re right.”

“You better get used to it,” Steve said with a wink. “It’s going to happen a lot.”

Nancy clenched her fists and set her jaw. “You are the best leader for the pack as much as it literally pains me to say it, but you have to understand that all we saw was how rich and popular you were in high school. Captain of several teams, friends with Tommy and Carol even though you weren’t pack. King Steve. And then you come back to the pack after high school and the first chance you get you challenge for alpha and fucking win. That fight with Murray was the most brutal fight I’ve ever seen.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “In what way?”

“You don’t fight like a wolf, even in wolf form,” she muttered. “You don’t even fight like an animal most of the time. It’s like... the wolf is only a vessel for you. Instead of being ingrained into your psyche like it is for the rest of us, you are still aware. You fight the way a human would if suddenly given four legs and a tail. It’s frightening to watch.”

He blinked as he thought about the implications of that. “I don’t have the socialization of a wolf pack, so I fight and think differently. That’s why everyone is worried about where I’ll take the pack. Because you think I’ll try to separate you from your wolf.”

Nancy bit her lower lip. “Exactly that.”

Steve nodded and then transformed. “So teach me how to be a wolf.”

She smiled and transformed, too. Maybe they weren’t friends, but they could be allies and Steve was okay with that.

****

Nancy had learned a lot that day. About Steve and why he didn’t know how to be a wolf and it was a secret she would take to her grave. She learned that she was only the fourth person ever to know about what really went on at the Franklins. Behind Wayne; who was there; Robin, his best friend; and Eddie, his boyfriend.

And if Steve was to be believed, and she had no reason not to, Wayne had told Eddie, not him.

So she was the second person Steve had personally told and that was a lot of trust he had placed in her.

But it also stirred memories in her mind of the day the pack had been informed that the Harrington’s were dead and that Steve was going to be living with another couple until he came of age.

She had been pretty young herself, but she remembered how Wayne and Hopper had almost come to blows about it.

Hopper had yelled that the pack was as safe as houses and Wayne said the house was a condemned building.

She remembered it because she thought the phrase was hilarious. But regardless there was someone else who was there. Someone who was fighting to keep Steve in the pack, but she couldn’t remember.

Nancy rubbed her forehead between her eyebrows as she thought.

She shook her head.

She had bigger fish to fry. Steve’s threat about banishing those that had threatened his alphaship had stirred up a lot of feelings in the pack that she as female alpha had to try and smooth out.

The pack had only banished two people ever since Hopper had taken over the remains of the shattered Harrington pack after Wayne had torn them to literal pieces.

Just then she heard an argument break out. Josh had been swapped out for Chase and she could hear his raised voice.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Pat?!” Chase hissed. “Joining these flea-bitten mongrels?”

Nancy frowned. Maybe Chase should have come to the compound first, rather than Josh, because it sounded like Chase had been overly influenced by Billy’s style.

“How about not dying?” Patrick snapped back. “Billy wasn’t going to change me and Steve was willing to try. Vampire’s don’t need consent to change you, but werewolves do. And so yeah. I fucking consented. I didn’t want to die.”

“Better dead than a werewolf,” Chase said. “Hanging out with the vamps was fun. But all this is hard work and the stench of rotting meat.”

Nancy reached a point in the woods where she could see them, but they couldn’t see her.

Patrick shook his head. “He saved me twice, Chase. Even Jason is impressed by how respectful Steve had been about the whole thing, especially since we nearly killed him.”

Chase blanched. After those six weeks at the coven, he had forgotten the reason for the whole exchange program in the first place. That they could have been thrown in jail for attempted murder.

He looked down at the ground. “Shit, man. I didn’t mean it like that. Of course you’re grateful to Harrington for saving your ass. It’s just so much has changed in so little time that I loss track of all that...other bullshit.”

Patrick sighed. “I know, it all seems like it’s from another life. But Wayne has said that he’s going to recommend to the DA that we get a year of community service under his eye and it won’t go on our permanent record so we can still go to college.”

“That’s decent of him,” Chase said. “He could have made things really bad for you.”

Patrick shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t think Jason is being genuine. He’s still angry about getting caught by Eddie Munson of all people.”

Chase frowned. The rivalry between Jason and Eddie Munson was the stuff of legends. Jason would bully the Hellfire Club kids, and Eddie would stand on table tops in the cafeteria ranting about basketball players were only good at putting big orange balls in laundry baskets.

It was actually Eddie and not Billy who had stepped in between Chrissy Cunningham and Jason when he found out she was a vampire and not some pure Christian girl who would stay at home once they were married and pump out his babies.

Chrissy could have defended herself considering how strong she was as a vampire, but Eddie had still stepped between them. Chase was sure that if the principal hadn’t walked by just then, that Jason would have decked Eddie.

“Especially now that Eddie is the same supe Chrissy is,” he said slowly.

Patrick nodded. “I worry he’s going to get caught up in something that might get himself killed.”

“Jason is such a bone head,” Chase said shaking his head. “Why did we follow this guy again?”

Patrick threw back his head and laughed. “Because he was captain of the basketball team, dating the head cheerleader, and hot as fuck.”

Chase let out a startled snorted. “Yeah, okay. You’ve got me there.”

They moved away from the clearing and there was a tap on Nancy’s shoulder.

She yelped and whirled around, coming face to face with Murray.

“Jesus!” she hissed, putting her hand on her chest as she fought to catch her breath.

“You shouldn’t be eavesdropping on people,” he said with a smarmy smile.

She returned his smile with a tight lipped version of her own. “Well, you would only know I was eavesdropping, if you were doing the same thing. A bit pot calling the kettle black, don’t you think?”

He tilted his head and regarded her with interest. “I can see why Steve would chose you as his alpha female. So smart. Just don’t go digging holes you can’t jump out of.”

He slipped into the shadows of the woods and she felt a shiver down her spine.

She had been so wrapped up in the drama with Steve that she had neglected her duties as alpha female.

Well that changed today. She would get to the bottom of this and give Steve her full support. Like a proper female alpha.

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[snootlestheangel]

@deeptrashwitch

I have so much more about this idea with Bryn and Price being married with kids. It's honestly all I think about. At least for the last like week since having the initial idea. And I have very many details *it's a problem honestly*

Their eldest is actually thirteen. She's secretly part of the reason they got married as early into their relationship as they did. Bryn found out she was pregnant, but was so confident in how much Price loved her that she didn't hesitate to tell him. He may have proposed on the spot. He doesn't remember really, he thinks he blacked out a bit. There's about 5 years between her and the twins, but that's due to Price's career and them still needing time to adjust to some of the bigger changes.

So their eldest, Delilah Rose, is actually more like her Dad. She has his eyes and his smile, has his "cut that shit out" glare that Soap and Gaz have been on the receiving end far too many times. She's a bit feisty, she's bold and incredibly intelligent: just very much like her dad. And emphasis on the intelligent part: she's a protege violin player and she's really good at it. Has gorgeous brown hair that slightly waves at the ends when it's long.

The twins are Charlotte Anne and Eliza Marie, and both are a good mix of their parents with each having one trait that is definitely to blame on either Price or Bryn. Charlotte, or Charlie, as they refer to her as, has inherited her father's downright feral personality. We all know Price is a bit feral, let's be honest. And all of that feral ended up the body of a very feisty 8 year old girl. Charlie, like her Mum, has very wavy hair, but unlike Bryn, she likes it long. They're working very hard on getting her to grow out of the constant bed-head phase, but it's not working too well. Eliza, on the other hand, is the empathetic side of her Mum tenfold. No one's met such an empathetic child as this one. Eliza looks like her Mum too, they both do really, but Eliza has the dark freckles like Bryn.

The whole family actually knows and uses British Sign Language constantly cause when the twins were very little, they noticed Eliza was behind Charlie in certain ways. They got her hearing tested, and eventually it was revealed the little thing needed cochlear implants. So, they now refer to her implants/device as her "ears" and she'll often put a sign on the fridge or her bedroom door to let them know she's taking a hearing break. She makes the cutest face when someone's talking but she doesn't have her "ears" in. She tilts her head and everything, it's adorable.

The youngest is Hannah Grace, and she's the most precious little thing in the entire world. She's 5 and is the definition of cute. She's so much like Mum already; gentle and loving. She's definitely on the spectrum; she rarely speaks and has a hard time with new experiences/strange textures/etc. But she's just so cute and sweet. She's a total Daddy's girl, though, as he can always be seen with her in his arms when he's home. Got the biggest brown eyes like her mum

[tllgrrl]

“Tell Me A Story” by @tllgrrl aka Nefertiri Jones

Fleur De Louve SarahBucky Month 2023 | Week 2/Day 8: “Tell me a story.” “I don’t know any stories.”

Sarah Wilson / Bucky Barnes. Special Guest: Sam Wilson

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Summary: “Tell me a story.”

“I don’t know any stories.”

“Not according to Cass and AJ.”

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“Sarah. Sithandwa. Sithandwa, yiza apha…”

She looked down at him and would’ve laughed at the request if she wasn’t trying so hard not to cry. Or yell at him. She couldn’t do either because he was lying on the bed, semi-conscious, wearing a hospital gown. There was a cannula in his nose, tubes in his arm, and there were wires connected to monitors taped to his chest and temples.

His Vibranium prosthesis was on the other bed, his kimoyo next to it. They both softly glowed and beeped, the fingers intermittently twitched.

And his ever-present dog tags were on a small stand next to the bed.

Though Sarah couldn’t see his chest or back, she knew the bruises there were already starting to fade, like the ones on his face and arm. But that didn’t mean he was unhurt.

It didn’t mean he didn’t hurt.

The doctor had a whole list of his injuries, both external and internal. No concussion, though. (How is that even possible?)

There was a right eye contusion, and a cut across the eyebrow. His other eye was closed, but he knew she was there.

Later, he would tell her “I could smell you. You smelled…tasty.”

“Your nose was almost broken, James. How—?”

“Broken, but still functioning, nandi.”

But for now…

“Please…ndikundinga, sithanda…”

To avoid the tubes that seemed to be everywhere, she gently put her hand on his ankle.

His eyelid, the one not almost swollen shut, fluttered.

“Ndifuna wena…Sarah,” he sighed.

“What did he say?” Sam glanced over at Sarah.

That one she understood. She looked up at Sam, her mouth opened, then closed, and she looked back at Bucky, trying to hide her face.

He’d been teaching her isiXhosa pretty much since they started dating, and there were some words and phrases she had memorized because of situations.

“Oh. Right. I don’t want to know. I’ll just…leave you two to…”

He reached over and patted Bucky’s shoulder.

“Thank you, man. See you later.”

He kissed his sister’s cheek, “When he wakes up, tell him I’m gonna kick his ass for throwing himself in front of…never mind. You don’t need all the details,” and sat back down in the wheelchair.

“Just hope I don’t kick both your asses for being reckless, Samuel,” she half-teased. “I’ll come by in a little bit, okay?”

“You two behave in here, now,” he gently chided. “Don’t be doing anything provocative, you hear me? I know how you two get.”

The nurse wheeled him out of the room, and started to snicker.

Sam looked up over his shoulder and glared. “What! Keep an eye on them. I’m telling you. They’re…they’re…unreasonable! You have no idea what they do when they think nobody can see—“

After the door closed, Sarah gingerly avoided disturbing the tubes and wires, leaned over Bucky—trying not to take inventory of the cuts and bruises that she could actually see, trying to ignore the fact that she was in a hospital again after all these years—and she planted a soft kiss on his forehead, where miraculously, there wasn’t a single scratch.

“Hey, sweet-talker,” she whispered, “I’m right here.”

“Mmmmm…” he hummed.

She lightly ran her fingers through his hair. Not feeling any bumps or sutures, she did it again, a little harder. He whimpered softly and tried to lean his head into her hand.

“You scared the shit out of me, Bucky.”

She could see the side of his mouth curve up. The side that wasn’t swollen.

“Guess I’m…really in trouble, huh?” He whispered, tried to chuckle, then winced.

“Uh-huh. Don’t think I’m not gonna give you a piece of my mind when you…when…”

(Don’t cry. Don’t cry-don’t cry-don’t cry.)

“Intanda…” he whispered. “I’m sorry, Sarah. Ungandisiyi. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Baby…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Please talk to me. I don’t want to sleep.”

“You need to sleep, James. So you can heal—“

“Tell me a story.”

“But…I don’t know any stories.”

“Not according to Cass and AJ.”

“Oh. So they ratted me out, huh,” she grinned.

“I just want to hear your voice…know that you’re here…that I’m still here…with you.”

“Okay, mthandi. I will.”

As she runs her fingers through his hair, she tells him a story her boys sometimes ask for before they go to sleep.

“Once upon a time, there was a widow with two young sons, and she had a fishing boat…”

He was softly snoring before she finished the first sentence.

She picked up the dog tags that were on the side stand, put the chain over her head and tucked them into her blouse.

Then she pulled a chair over next to the bed, sat, took his hand, and within a few minutes, exhausted and emotionally wrung out, she was asleep, too.

Had she been able to, had there not been all of the tubes and monitor cables and what-all else hooked into and onto him, she would’ve climbed onto his bed and held him.

She doesn’t remember the nurses coming in, waking her, and guiding her onto the other bed in the room.

It had been pushed a little closer to Bucky’s.

She was to his left, away from the monitors and the wires.

As she stretched out on the bed, she slipped his kimoyo onto her right wrist and pulled the prosthesis close.

They put a blanket over her, turned the overhead fluorescences off, leaving the room lit by the soft light over the patient’s bed, and with the sounds of the gentle beeps of the heart monitor, and the soft snores of the couple sleeping next to each other on separate beds.

***

She hears him hum as she plants tiny kisses on his upper arm, still half sleep and smiling.

His fingers are between her legs.

“Molo, nandi…”

“Molo, baby…that feels nice…”

“I’ll bet.”

Then she remembers, and sits up in the bed.

“What—?!”

“I’ve never been jealous of my hand before now.”

She looked down. She was holding his Vibranium arm, and her thighs were clamped around the hand, which, just at that second, chose to twitch, causing her to squeak and giggle.

She saw that his tubes and monitors had been removed, the head of the bed was raised, and he was looking at her, smiling that smile of delight and devilment.

And at that moment came a knock, the door opened, and Sam’s voice called out, “I hope you two are decent in here—“

The nurse pushing the wheelchair didn’t bother to cover the guffaw.

“HA! See? What’d I tell you?!?”

“What, I didn’t see anything, Cap,” the nurse laughed and winked at Sarah and Bucky, who looked at each other, and joined in on the mirth.

“That’s right, Samuel!”

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Thanks for reading my fluffy nonsense!

Also posted HERE on the AO3.

[heartc0ffin]

Okay, honestly, I may not be familiar with your current active f/os, but I’ve researched them now! And for this ask game, let’s go with Bo Sinclair (maybe because he’s the most attractive out of the bunch, or maybe because the lifestyle he leads is more unconventional so it could be interesting…)

So, questions 8, 9 and 12, if you won’t mind~

– villain-in-love

Thank you for the ask!! 🖤 I had fun answering these questions you picked out, they felt pretty fitting for Bo :]

8. Ideal vacation spot with your f/o? What would you do there?

While I don't see Bo wanting to leave Ambrose because he's got too much responsibility there... (gotta take care of his brothers and hide all those dead bodies wax sculptures), I think my s/i would probably talk about the places she'd love to go with him in hopes of persuading him (it doesn't work, lol). But he'd entertain the idea with her. They'd probably differ on opinions of where to go, though...

I think my s/i would like to go somewhere with good food, art and gothic architecture. So I guess... Somewhere in Italy or Romania? Or maybe somewhere where she can do lots of shopping for cutesy stuff, like Japan. Weather isn't really a huge deal either way for her, it's more about sight-seeing.

Bo honestly wouldn't care so much... But I think he'd choose a place that's a bit on the colder side because he's so used to living in a place that's hot and humid as shit and he's basically a greasy ball of sweat 24/7. Get this man somewhere to cool down, please. Also probably somewhere a bit isolated where it could just be him and my s/i.

9. Has your f/o killed for you, or would they? Have you killed for them, or would you?

Bo definitely has at least once. I think there's probably been an instance where one of his victims mistook my s/i as a threat/in on the whole wax sculpture thing (they're not), and they would have attacked her. So in that case, Bo would have been protecting them in self-defense. And honestly, it's not a big deal for him, he's obviously very used to death. I think he'd just be more annoyed that his plans didn't go more smoothly.

As for my s/i... She hasn't killed, yet. But who knows, maybe one day they might end up protecting Bo as well? I think she'd say she's very against the idea of killing anyone, but if she grew attached to Bo enough over time, and it was under the right circumstances, she'd be capable of doing it. But she'd be a baby about it, lol. If I had to go into detail, I can imagine it being an emergency scenario where Bo can't defend himself for whatever reason, and he'd be instructing her on how to do it while she panics gjidgid.

12. What was your f/os first thought about you?

To be blunt, his first thoughts weren't at all romantic and he thought they'd just be another victim that he could probably charm with his charisma like all the rest. He thought my s/i was an easy target because she's physically not all that strong. But not an idiot or too naïve.

I think over time, he found her more interesting, and might have made excuses with himself to keep her around longer. Bo is a stubborn man, and I don't even think there was a point of time in his head where he was like 'I actually don't want to kill her, I like her too much,' it was a gradual change over time of how he viewed her. I think he just kept putting it off until a day turned into a week, weeks turned to months, then a year... Until my s/i just kind of became another regular resident of Ambrose and was close to him and his brothers.

[lordarsonizzzzt]

Hey, how are you doing? I just got home from work and I'm so tired,,,,,, what about a reader who works 24/8 (haha) and everyone just doesn't understand how you can not sleep for more than three weeks, everyone starts thinking that the reader is some kind of anomaly-

(you can do this with with your favorite characters) I won't go into details, I still have to go to training in an hour, I hope you feel well. Don't overdo it!! Have a nice day!!

ANON WHAT THOSE ARE SHITTY HOURS, have some rest and drink water,,, i wish you the best of luck

didn't really get the cant sleep for more than three weeks part¿¿ i guess you meant like they hardly get any sleep, but if not tell me and I'll change it!

SCP STAFF WITH A READER THAT WORKS A LOT

CHARACTERS: Simon Glass & Gerald, Talloran & Draven.

DR GLASS & DR GERALD

⌚︎ You barely see your partners, while you all live in the same house y'all get to work at 8 am, they usually come back at 1 or 2 pm and then leave again at 8 pm or so, but you don't stop until they leave, your work is hard and very demanding, and while you get some breaks and stuff, is still shitty.

☆ You barely get any sleep when you get to the house, it doesn't matter how tired you are, you like waiting for your lovers to chat a little until they go to sleep.

⌚︎ It feels like you can't close your eyes and can't relax everytime you get into your bed, the need to do something comes rushing and keeps you awake all night until morning time.

☆ First who will notice is Simon, he will call in sick to his second shift and will wait for you to have a talk about overworking.

⌚︎ He will tell you he can get you into their work, and it's probably going to be better for you, he seems really worried and can't stop rubbing his thumbs on your hand.

☆ You told him that is okay, you think you can keep going plus, they never told you what their job is about and you think maybe you are not qualified for it.

⌚︎ Then Gerald will try to talk to you about it, telling you that he doesn't want you being tired and shit, he will take you out for a drink and will do that thing Simon told him NOT to do.

☆ He will talk to you about the foundation, he will tell you how it is there, that you'll fit in nicely, he'll tell you about his anomaly (you always thought he was just really clumsy) and about some other stuff.

⌚︎ Then he'll tell you to join or just try to forget about what he said, if you decide to join he will tell Simon and he's going to be so happy to have both of his lovers in there!

☆ Simon will chew him out tho, he could have put you in risk by telling you that!

TALLORAN & DRAVEN

✱ You work with Gears and Iceberg, so you are already on the shitty side.

❀ People think that you are okay with them leaving their paperwork in your hands, so that usually makes you stay all day in the site, not even going to your in site dorm.

✱ Extrangely enough, you don't seem to get tired? Like, you surely look like it but not,, you know, in need to sleep.

❀ Draven will fight tooth and nail so you can have a normal schedule, and Talloran will go full Karen mode.

✱ And then they'll realize that talking to is better. So the first one is Talloran, who tells you that he hasn't see you touch a bed in weeks, and will pester you until you either snap at him or do as he says.

❀ And if Talloran's way doesn't work, then it will have to be Draven's way.

✱ It was already 11 pm, Draven comes in almost breaking the door, you jump a little because of the noise and next thing you know he's picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, it doesn't matter that you yell at him to let go or you kick and punch, he is not going to let go.

❀ He carries you to your in site dorm where everything is clean and your bed has a lot of pillows in where you are thrown.

✱ You try to say something but Draven just throws himself at your side and hugs you like you are going to teleport away, you sigh and realize anything you do to resist is pointless.

❀ "You are getting cold, I don't want you getting too cold."

✱ You stay quiet after that, the door opens and in enters Talloran that has a 'I WON' smile, he changes into his pajamas and lays on your other side, giving you a little kiss in your forehead and covering the three of you with the heavy blanket, to then fall asleep also cuddling you.

❀ You eventually relax in that safe space only they know how to provide and start closing your eyes to rest finally.

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stop it 

pairing ; yelena belova x reader

prompt -  After a long day, person a just wants to sleep but person b just can’t keep it in their pants and they lose it, eventually running away

wc ; 1.4k

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Sleep.

That’s all you could think about as you pulled up to your apartment.

You needed sleep.

It had been a really tough week. With Yelena gone on a mission for the past 8 days you didn’t have any sort of support when you felt like shit after coming home every day.

You had Lucky, but it wasn’t the same as curling up to your girlfriend's side while she stroked your hair and let you vent about your horrible day.

He was super soft and cuddly, but he wasn’t exactly responsive.

“ one more day “ you muttered as you climbed out of your car and put your bag over your shoulder, reaching into the backseat to grab the groceries you had bought on the way home.

Apparently you couldn’t bend that way, not only did you drop the bag, but you pulled a muscle in your shoulder.

“ ow, fuck “ you winced, pulling your arm back and holding your other hand to it to try and sooth the pain there.

This day couldn’t get much worse.

First your boss cut your hours for next week down to only work four days, then you got caught in miles of traffic on your way home. This was the last straw. You were done for the day.

You needed to shower and get in bed. At least tomorrow was saturday. Your day off. And the day your love returned home.

You carried the groceries up to the apartment, smiling briefly when you spotted Lucky asleep on the couch across the room. Once you set the groceries down on the kitchen island, you unpacked and put away what you needed to, leaving the dry items in the bag to unpack in the morning when you felt better.

With that done, you walked across the apartment to your bedroom to strip out of your clothes. You were too focused on getting the tight and itchy fabric off of you that you didn't notice the light under the bathroom door. It was only when you were sliding your shoes off to put them on the rack that you noticed yelena’s combat boots were back in their usual place. Your brow furrowed softly, wondering how that had even happened.

And then the toilet flushed. Your head shot up to look at the door to the bathroom attached to your bedroom.

The second the door opened and you spotted your girlfriend's soft features, you shot across the room and wrapped your arms around her neck, burying your head in her warm skin.

She didn’t say anything either, and just wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close to her.

Only after about a minute did the two of you pull apart, your hands going straight to her cheeks to look her over for injuries.

“ are you okay? Are you hurt ?” you asked slightly hurriedly as your eyes dropped to a bandage on her upper shoulder.

“ i’m fine детка, just a few scratches, nothing a few days of rest can’t fix “ yelena spoke soothingly, lifting her hands to take yours and press a kiss onto your soft palms.

“ well then, let’s get started on that rest. “ you said, a soft smile falling onto your lips as you led her towards your bed.

The idea of a shower had completely left your mind, all you wanted now was to lay and cuddle with yelena until tomorrow came.

Unfortunately your lover had other plans.

Before you could drag her to bed she pulled you back into her arms and kissed you with a lot more force than the first time. It was a moment or two before you pulled away to look at her with a slightly confused look on your face.

“ lena, what are you doing ?”

“ i missed you, дорогой. Haven’t felt you in over a week. “ her voice was hushed but every word felt like she was confused why you weren’t into this.

“ baby, i love you, and i have missed you, but i am so tired, can we please just wait until tomorrow? “

You had never turned yelena down for sex before. She wasn’t quite sure what to do with that response.

You unwrapped her arms from around you and made your way to your side of the bed, pulling your pyjamas from under your pillow and sliding them on, the simple cotton shorts and an old t-shirt.

The minute your head hit the pillow you were out like a light, only lasting long enough to cuddle up to yelena under the covers.

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You were woken up from your peaceful slumber by a pair of hands inching under your shirt and up towards your chest.

You thought you could just move her hand, but after you did that it just travelled down towards the band of your underwear.

“ lena, stop “ you mumbled, your voice riddled with sleep.

“ it’s tomorrow, baby. I don’t think i can last much longer without you. “ she muttered, sliding closer to you and pressing kisses onto your neck, hoping to get you in the mood for this.

But it only angered you.

“ yelena. Stop it. I don’t want to have sex right now “ you said, pulling her hands off of you and sitting up in bed.

“ okay, i’m sorry i missed you. “ she said rather sarcastically.

You let out a frustrated sigh before standing from the bed, sliding on a hoodie and grabbing your phone.

“ i’m sleeping on the couch tonight, i’ll see you in the morning, lena “ you said, exhaustion and irritance clear in your voice as you walked out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind you, but not before lucky followed you out of the room.

You could hear a muttered swear on the other side of the door. As much as you wanted to just sleep peacefully in your bed with yelena and lucky, she had made that impossible for you tonight.

You grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and laid down on the piece of furniture, hoping to finally catch some sleep. A soft smile graced your lips for a few moments when lucky jumped up and curled into your body. You draped your arm over the blonde creature and finally got some peaceful sleep.

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The next morning you were woken up by the smell of coffee.

Your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of yelena setting down a mug for you before she sat down on the armchair.

You lifted your head, smiling softly when you found that lucky hadnt moved from his spot all night. You tapped his body lightly, signalling for him to move so you could move.

The sound of a soft “ morning “ from the armchair brought your attention to yelena.

“ morning. “ you responded simply, reaching over to take your coffee.

The two of you sat in palpable silence for a few moments before she spoke up.

“ i’m so sorry, моя любовь. I know there’s no excuse, but i just missed you so much, and i- i never meant to try and push that on you. “

You could hear the wavering in her voice. She had never liked when you fought, especially when it ended with the two of you sleeping apart.

“ it’s okay, lena… “ you paused, setting your coffee on the table and taking the few steps over to her and perching on the arm of the chair. “ i forgive you. I just had a really tough week and i just wanted to sleep last night. “

“ i couldn’t sleep after you left, i felt so terrible. “ she said quietly, tilting her head up to look at you.

You lifted your hand and rested it on her cheek, muttering a soft ‘ oh, baby. ‘ before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“ you don’t have to go anywhere, right ?” you questioned, earning a shake of the head from yelena. “ well why don’t we have some breakfast and spend the day in bed? I didnt sleep to well out here either “

A soft smile fell onto her lips before she rested her head briefly down on your thigh

“ that sounds nice “