#I have stuff I need to do over the weekends

[shroomyv]

ᢉ𐭩-LET ME FINISH!

Pairing: mark Grayson x f!reader

Synopsis: your cooking and mark won’t leave you alone. He’s all cheesy trying to get you out of the kitchen and into bed, but you gotta get em away. You know just the trick.

Warnings: some cheesy dialogue, tit sucking (m!receiving), overstimulation!, cum consumption 😼

A/N: 2 fics in one day, wowza. Honestly was tryna pump these out incase my weekend is more packed than I expected it to be. Also also, thanks for all the love on the last 3 fics wthhhh im literally so fckin grateful dudes and dudettes 😞. I hope you enjoy this one as well but ngl it’s a bit all over the place. Trying to get better at writing I promise I promise. (Tryna get a bit better at describing some of the shi to, cus u guys can’t see my lil mind visuals)

Dishes piled in the sink, pots warming ingredients on the stove, and the aroma of something sweet floating through the air.

You are Mark were cooking together—usually you’d have takeout but tonight you wanted to get your hands messy and show off your cooking skills to your boyfriend. “Hand me that.” You say asking Mark to hand you any ingredients you need at the moment. He was zoned out, his mind on everything but the food. “Mark?” You say in a louder but curious tone.

“Huh, yeah?” He said finally snapping out of whatever trance he was in as he handed you the ingredient.

“You ok?” Usually, when he zoned out he always worried about something. For once it wasn’t that. He had something a bit more risky on his mind.

“Mhm, sorry I was just thinking about you or something.” He said with a soft smile before walking behind you. He towered over you—wrapping his arms around your waist as he started placing kisses on your neck and cheek. “Mark, I'm cooking, be normal. We can do whatever you're planning on your little brain later—just lemme finish cooking.” You said knowing how he got whenever he began kissing you up. Once he got started—there was no stopping him.

“What am I doing…?” He said cheekily as he kept going—beginning to suck on your neck now. You felt yourself starting to grow a bit weak to his lips, they were warm and it felt like your neck was just inviting them there. He was distracting and it honestly seemed like he was trying to get you out of the kitchen.

“You said you were hungry, if you do this I can’t cook mark.” You said trying to shew him away. You were failing miserably since you were just leaning into his lips more and more. It felt so nice—it felt right. However, you knew if he won this one he’d just keep it up. You had to figure out something fast to keep him satisfied and continue cooking.

“Yeah, I'm hungry…but I can eat other stuff too…” Mark was making hints about eating you out once again. He was so corny but you liked every second of it. You two eventually backed away from the counter as you leaned into his kisses more. You finally had a plan in mind—all you had to do now was put it in motion.

“If that’s the case, I wanna eat some other stuff too.” You said in a passionate tone as your positions were now changed. He went from behind you with his arms wrapped around your waist to behind the one pressed against the counter as you were in front of him.

You knew he was sensitive—it was honestly one of your favorite things about him. If he wanted to start something, you’d gladly finish it for once. “Well…what do you wanna eat.” He asked in a bashful tone as if he was ready to back out now since he was practically cornered.

“Just wait and see…” you say blissfully as you get his shirt off of him. His chest was practically staring at you as if they needed to be sucked. His eyes shot everywhere around the room trying his best not to freak out and cum on the spot.

“Mark…you gotta look at me or I'm not doing it.” He was in a tough spot now but he did exactly as he was told as his eyes tried his best to focus on you. Your mouth went to his chest as they softly began licking at the nipple. He gripped onto the counter beginning to whimper already. That’s what you liked to hear, it’s what you wanted to hear.

“Oh, oh fuck-“ he groans out as his head rolls back a bit. He was such a sensitive boy. You use your free hand to start rubbing and twisting at the other nipple feeling it perk up in a meer seconds. He was squirming a little bit already. He wanted this, he wanted to distract you from cooking. You’d give him what he wanted since he did exactly that. You kept sucking at his nipple moving your tongue around it

Pop—smack

The sound of your mouth on his chest as he was struggling for dear life. You could see his legs getting a bit shaky already and you loved the sight of it. “Baby…please-“ he said in a whiney tone—he was struggling to keep it together as you made sure you worked him up.

“You wanna cum?” You say in a snarky tone as you continue sucking at his nipple. You liked how pink it was like a little strawberry. He was so sensitive in this area—like a delicate little flower. You’d use that to your advantage. You move one hand off his chest—slipping it down to his sweatpants as you try to get it off. He begins to wiggle and squirm helping the process go faster as they slide down to his ankles.

The same process was repeated with his boxers until you were finally able to see his cock. You could see the precum already dripping down from his pretty pink tip. God, you were obsessed. First, you teased, softly moving a finger up and down his cock.

“Cmon…please don’t…” he cooed out as he felt like he was gonna explode already. You liked seeing him like this. You liked seeing him beg to keep going—it brought happiness to your horny little soul. Your viltrumite boyfriend was now at your whim just from your simple tongue on his chest. Finally, you cut the teasing out.

You began softly stroking his cock using any of his precum as lube while you kept sucking at his tit. You loved looking up and seeing his struggling face trying to keep any bit of composure. He kept squirming and twisting—he didn’t even try to keep in noises anymore. He moaned and whimpered so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole world heard. You loved it so much though, it was perfect.

“Nngh- oh…oh fuck-!” He huffed n whimpered out as he began to cum. Your mouth makes a popping sound as it lets go of his nipple. You bring your cum soaked hand up to your face licking it off each finger. Mark just stared in complete awe and astonishment. He was entranced.

You knew he had at least one more in him. You had to get it out of him so he could stay out of the kitchen and let you finish cooking.

Your lips popping back on his nipple—this time you give attention to the one you ignored the first time. Everything felt more intense to him this time. He felt like he was melting into the counter.

“Baby…f…fuck-“ he moaned out struggling to form full sentences. Your hand got back to work on his cock except this time, you wouldn’t let him cum as quickly—you had to make sure he was a little exhausted when you were done with him. Your hand going fast, then slow, then speeding up again as it teased the hell out of his cock. You could see tears swelling up in his eyes from being edged by you. He was biting his lip, trying to keep in any noise as your mouth popped off his nipple for a second to speak.

“Ah ah, lemme hear all of it” you commanded softly before going right back to sucking his chest. “Can I…can..” Mark was trying to huff out some wish. You began moving a bit faster by stroking his cock as you could just feel he was struggling. He felt overstimulated already but knew it wasn’t over.

“Can you what mark?” You said in a muffled tone as your mouth was stuffed with his nipple. You were honestly starting to grow wet from this yourself. Seeing him like this was like a reward. He was starting to become a pathetic little mess.

“Can…can-“ he couldn’t even form a full sentence. You saw drool seeping from the side of his mouth as he struggled to try not to cum. He knew you wanted him to ask for it first but it was so fucking hard. His hip staring bucking into your hand—fapping for dear life as if he was ready to explode.

“Can…can…I cum- ngh- please? I need…to finish-” He said with a tear of pleasure rolling down the side of his face as you began sucking harder and stroking as fast as you could. If he was about to finish, you were gonna make it worthwhile.

“Sure you can…”

You said with a smirk as you sucked harder on his nipple one more time before he came. He was practically laid out against the

counter. “Since I let you finish, can I finish to mark?” You asked in a teasing way as you did want to finish cooking with him trying to fuck or distract you now. He just gave a shaky thumbs up before trembling his way to the bathroom to clean himself up.

You licked the cum off your hand before washing it anyway since you had to finish cooking.

You finally got to finish not only that you got a little treat—overstimulating your boyfriend.

“Mark! C'mon come eat.” You call out to him from the kitchen as he comes. Before you could even set plates out he grabs you up—pinning you against the counter now.

“You finished cooking like you wanted…my turn!” Mark let you have a moment/second to win. Now he was coming back to redeem himself. You just leaned back into the counter knowing it was your turn now and he’d finish whenever he wanted to…

[suzukiblu]

Day twenty-six of “Kon meets pink kryptonite and decides to fuck Tim and his boyfriend about it” behind the cut. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Don’t get my boy excited right now, babe, he just woke up. We need to take care of him before we can let him get too riled-up again,” Tim tells Bernard mildly as he reaches over to ruffle Kon’s hair, and Kon nearly chokes on the bite of mango bar in his mouth. Fucking Christ, this bastard. “Clean him up, brush his hair, make sure he’s eaten something and gotten enough water.” 

“I am literally eating right now,” Kon reminds him, his face burning again even as he can’t help holding very, very still for the stupid hair-ruffling. Tim rubs his thumb in behind his ear and his face less “burns” and more “incinerates”. He also doesn’t look at him or acknowledge that he’s spoken. 

“Maybe we should just get him a bath, actually,” Tim muses consideringly. “He did get a little dirty when we were playing before.” 

Okay, maybe Kon should’ve saved the word “incinerate” for another minute or two. His bad.

“Oh my god, Tim,” Bernard says with a helpless–and kinda strangled–laugh. Kon is impressed it’s only kinda, frankly, because he isn’t actually sure he remembers how talking works right now? Like, just as a thing? Like maybe he just won’t do that again for a little while, if–

“Color, pet?” Tim asks, rubbing his thumb in behind his ear again. 

Never mind. 

“Green,” Kon answers immediately, because Tim’s asking, and can’t help feeling just–fucking relieved, maybe, that Tim still trusts him to be good for–this. Him. Whichever. That Tim took his word on it when he said he still wanted to, like–scene and all. “Like I am in my full Emerald City era right now, Krypto, we are not in Kansas anymore.” 

Tim snorts out a surprised little laugh, but still doesn’t look at him. Kon kinda wants to do something that’ll give him a reason to, except then– 

“Though the bathroom probably isn’t big enough if he gets too riled-up during that, admittedly,” Tim says to Bernard like he didn’t even notice Kon saying anything himself, and Kon immediately just wants to suck his fucking dick about it. Like, he has been spending a lot of time thinking about sucking Tim’s dick this weekend, yeah, but he is really thinking about it right now. Like–just something about how it feels to be sitting here with stuff Tim gave him to eat and drink–brought him to eat and drink, even, and picked out for him ‘cuz they were his favorites–and Tim’s hand in his hair and Tim looking at and talking to Bernard, but not him. 

Because, like–why would Tim need to talk to his boy if he didn’t feel like it? Kon’s not going anywhere no matter how much attention he does or doesn’t get. He doesn’t even wanna do that when he’s straight, for fuck’s sake; he already wants to hang out with Tim all the goddamn time as it is. So like, right now he definitely isn’t going anywhere. 

At least not ‘til Tim tells him to. 

“Like big enough for all three of us or big enough to actually play in?” Bernard asks. “Because I dunno about you, babe, but I believe in that Bat-ingenuity of yours. And, like, possibly the TTK, depending on whether or not any towel racks or shower bars or sinks or whatever might need reinforced for a minute or two in there.” 

“Might be more the shower wall that needs reinforced, but fair,” Tim muses consideringly. He scrapes his thumbnail in a little closer under Kon’s ear–a little tighter–and Kon definitely, definitely wants to suck his dick about this. Wants to do something for him without having to worry about being enough, for once, because he already knows Tim’ll tell him exactly how to be “enough” for him, and even if he still isn’t . . . well. Bernard’ll fix it, if he isn’t. 

So that’s a totally normal-dude thing to think about his best friend and said best friend’s boyfriend who he’s just met, for sure. Definitely, definitely normal-dude thoughts. 

Kon is way less concerned than usual with what the “normal” thing to do would be, though.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

I could see this happening.

Chimney goes to the locker room to change into his civilian wear after the shift is done and he hears the tail end of Hen and Buck's conversation about it being Buck's turn to bring the wine

"We're having some sort of 118 hangout I forgot about?"

Hen tells him no, that Buck and Tommy are coming over for dinner to her and Karen's place. Chim sees nothing wrong with it, and says that now that Buck and Tommy are back together they should come over for dinner with him and Maddie. Buck agrees but it's tense and Hen smiles but it looks strained as well.

It's the next shift and Chimney is talking to Hen about her plans for the weekend, suggesting a Wilson+Han family day. But Hen declines, saying she and the family have plans with Buck and Tommy. Chimeny suggest that maybe the kids could still meet since he's sure Jee, Mara, and Denny miss each other but Hen tells him that Tommy's nephew is joining them since Tommy's sister and her husband need a babysitter while they're in town.

Now Chimney’s getting annoyed. Maddie tells him she's sure that it's just because Buck and Tommy are another queer couple so maybe they just want to hangout together. Chimeny sort of sees how that could be the case and suggests to Maddie that they should have Buck and Tommy over for dinner since it's way over due, Maddie only says "Sure." before quickly changing the subject.

Chimney goes over spontaneously to Hens place in the afternoon with a bottle of wine since Maddie and Jee are having a mother and daughter day. But he's suprised to see Buck and Tommy at Hen and Karen's for an impromptu movie night...with Bobby and Athena and Josh and his bf.

"You-You guys are having a party or something?"

Buck is quick to run to the door. "It's my fault, sort of got out of hand. I mentioned to Tommy and Karen over brunch this morning that I never saw the devil wears Gucci or something?"

"Prada." "Prada!"

"Yeah, so it became a movie dinner thing after we just combined our plans. Tommy and I were suppose to meet with Josh and his boyfriend."

"And Karen and I had plans with Bobby and Athena."

Now Chimney is pissed. "So...what? You two just forgot about me and Maddie?"

"It's not like that Chim."

"Yeah, sure it's not. Just looks that way though."

While Chim turns around to walk away, Buck looks upset and annoyed and walks back in to the house with Hen begging him to tell Chimney the truth.

"He's just going to make me forgive her and I can't right now, Hen."

Chimney returns home and vents to Maddie about how Hen and Buck are hanging out more and inviting other couples to couples night. Maddie is brushing it off, saying that Buck and Hen are allowed to hangout with other people.

"But it's not other people, it's our friends. Why would they not invite us? It's not like we're the only ones with kids."

Maddie is being too indifferent and almost cheerful for Chimney’s liking, "Why aren't you more upset about this? It's like our friends are icing us out."

Maddie rolls her eyes and tells Chimney that if it's such a concern then they could invite Hen and Buck over to their place.

"Hen, Buck, Karen, and Tommy. It's gonna be a couples night."

"Sure."

"Great. Maybe Friday night then? I think Tommy is off and Karen should be free by 7."

But Maddie says she's has a shift (even though Chimney is sure that she doesn't). Chimney suggests another day and Maddie tells him that's the morning of her ob appointment and she'll probably be too tired to attend anything.

"Maybe we should wait till Eddie gets back?"

"Eddie?" Chimney is confused, he reminds Maddie that Eddie moved so he's not coming back. Not anytime soon.

"You don't know that."

"Pretty sure I do since I saw him pack his stuff and put his resignation in." Now Chimney is suspicious. He asks Maddie why is it important to her that Eddie join them.

"It's important to me. It's important to Buck. I'm sure he would love to have Eddie back. He misses him."

"We would all love to have Eddie back. I miss the guy too but he's in Texas and I'm talking about our friends who are currently in LA county. Which includes your brother and his boyfriend."

Maddie seems mildly annoyed, "Fine, sure. Invite Buck and Tommy here for a guys night."

"Maddie!"

"I've gotta go and check on Jee."

Instead of confronting Buck, Chimney confronts Hen at work. "Hey, is the reason for all of those "impromptu" nights with Buck and Tommy is because of Maddie?"

"You figured it out?"

"Yeah. But I don't understand why though."

Hen tells him what happened. About how Buck told Maddie that he and Tommy where back together Maddie seemed disappointed about it and Buck asked her why she wasn't happy for him. It led to an argument between them. With Maddie admitting that Buck still wasn't being honest about his feelings for Eddie and Buck being upfront about there being no feelings for Eddie, about how Maddie didn't think Buck should settle for the first guy out the gate, with Buck snapping back at her that she settled for the first guy after her divorce.

So now the two weren't speaking to each other.

"When was this?"

"A couple of days after the incident at UCLA campus. Buck and Tommy got back back together and Buck told Maddie the next day."

"Why didn't you or Buck tell me? Buck knows I care about him and Tommy is my friend."

Hen sighs, explaining that Buck wasn't sure if Chimeny would be unbiased between a fight between him and Maddie and Tommy didn't want to get in-between him and Maddie.

"So all of this is because Maddie doesn't approve of Tommy?"

"Yup. She's convinced that Buck doesn't know what he wants. And I love Maddie, you know I do, but Buck is gonna Buck- there's no way he would do anything he's uncomfortable with or unsure about."

Chimney let's out a low whistle. "Yeah....I don't know what to do about this."

Hen shrugs, patting Chimney on the back. "There's nothing you can do. Maddie and Buck need to figure this out on their own."

"Yeah....I guess."

"

[stray-cat-with-internet-access]

Nighttime visitor

simon "ghost" riley x reader tags: fem reader, medical/wounds descriptions, brief mention of period, burns, he´s scary but nice, fluff kinda, english is not my first language

this is inspired by a personal experience in one of my many stays in hospitals, enjoy

For the tenth time, you check your phone.

12:15am, is not that late.

Sleep is determined to elude you, the plastic covers over the thin mattress scratch the skin on your back and the distant beeps are about to make you lose what little sanity you have left. There´s no TV to not disturb the rest of the patients so that isn´t an option either.

“This is stupid”

Kicking off the covers, you stuffed your feet into your Crocs and grabbed your hoodie from the corner of the bed, almost knocking over the IV pole and pausing for a few seconds to mutter a curse.

This is so stupid

You spent a day and a half in observation, “perks” of being admitted on a weekend. Yes, you fainted at work, no, it's no big deal, you just burned yourself out as usual, but combined with the lack of sleep and the surprise arrival of your period, your brain decided that it had enough of your shit and just turned off the lights in the middle of your office.

Is this a cry for help from your body? Maybe, you've decided that's a conversation for another time, right now you're sick of this damn hospital.

You leave your room as casually as possible. The nurse at the end of the corridor hasn't seen you, or has simply decided to ignore you.

Right now there is only one place in your mind: the open space with a view of greenery in the middle of the visitors' area.

However, as soon as you walk down the stairs to the second wing of the hospitalization area, something catches your attention.

Is that music?

The area seems deserted, so a room with a soft glow coming from the gap between double doors and the big NO VISITORS sign stands out.

Curiosity won and you changed course to take a peek. There was a man in bed. One of his legs was propped up by some sort of medical pillow, and bandages covered some parts of his body. There was a laptop on the overbed table, and there seemed to be a film playing.

You were so engrossed in trying to figure him out that you almost jumped out of your skin when his voice reached you.

"You're not staff"

His voice is a deep baritone. He sounds relaxed and not at all scared of your presence. His eyes are sharp even in the dim light and the room feels small for him.

"Ah shit, I'm sorry!" You try to talk in a low voice, poking your head through the door. "No no, I'm from the third wing, I'm just stretching my legs, sorry to bother you"

Pausing whatever he is seeing in the laptop he assessed at you for a moment.

"Come closer"

Despite being in such a vulnerable position, his voice is commanding and it feels that the only reason he is asking you to come is because he can't do it himself in his state.

An accent colours his words. British?

You entered the room with measured steps, the smell of alcohol and cleaning products is particulary strong. Stopping at the end of his bed you can get a better look at him: huge, menacing, like a wounded lion, no matter how battered it still send chills down your spine. One of his arms is in a sling, there´s some cuts and abrasions in almost every part of his body and his good arm, covered in tattoos, is wrapped with the IV and the blood pressure cuff. But his leg is the worst. The wound is extensive, the skin is angry red and swollen at the edges.

He notices your staring immediately.

"It's burned. Needs to be kept raw for it to heal and isolated to avoid infection"

His tone sounds bored and unimpressed while he shifts on his pillows, trying to get some comfort in his seated position.

"I'm sorry, it's just that I heard your laptop... I thought we couldn't keep stuff like that here"

There´s a glint of amusement in his eyes.

"They don't like to confine me with other patients, I make them nervous, so they let me have some privileges"

“How…?”

He suddenly extended his good arm to loudly drag closer a chair, interrupting your question and making you flinch at the sound.

"You can stay if you keep silent"

He pressed play on his laptop, repositioned himself in bed and his eyes glued to the screen again, as if you weren't there at all.

The hairs in the back of your neck stands up in alert, but something in his voice tells you that comply with him will always be the best option, so you moved closer to him and sat down next to his bed, tucking your legs.

The first minutes passed with you stiff in the chair, but time went on sliding in a comfortable silence, actually enjoying some of the movie.

By the time you started to doze off it was almost 2am, his cold fingers on your neck what woke you up, making you gasp softly.

He laughs hoarsely, definitely enjoying every time he can get a scare out of you “Movie´s over birdie, go to your room”

You blink the sleep off, getting up abruptly and remembering that you willingly secluded yourself with a stranger in the middle of the night just because you were bored.

“Yes, you must be tired, I´ll go” You grab the chair to returned it to its previous position when his hand closes tightly around your wrist.

“Ask for Riley”

“What?”

“From now on, at visiting hours ask for Riley, they´ll bring you to me”

He doesn't let go, he waits for your answer and your mouth dries up with fear, you don't know this man, he's scary, hell, you'll be fired soon. But once again something urges you to say yes.

“I though you didn´t want visitors”

“I changed my mind”

THANK YOU FOR READING dividers are from @thecutestgrotto

[butterflydm]

Additional 3x05 thoughts

Spoilers through 3x05 of the show and through A Memory of Light in the books.

It does crack me up how Egwene INSTANTLY breaks her word to the Wise Ones. You've had a single night of training, girl! I mean, also very book canon - promising that she isn't going to mess around by herself in the dream only to proceed to do it constantly is fully book canon. That plus the fact that she is definitely letting them believe she's full Aes Sedai like she did in the books does make me think she's going to need to 'meet her toh' to the Wise Ones before she parts from them, like she does in the books.

We really do need 3x06 to fully judge the fallout of the Randgwene breakup but right now it's the only plotline that I'm like "idk if this is a change that improves the books". It's certainly more High Drama than an amicable parting would be, but in a way that can potentially flatten both Egwene and Rand in the eyes of viewers - Egwene by turning her into a symbol of a Perfect Woman Done Wrong; and Rand into a symbol of Cheating Man Never To Be Trusted.

Avirand continues to be perfection (which is why I'm trying to be "okay okay let the show cook" over Randgwene's break-up, because all of the Rand & Aviendha scenes; and our two Rand & Elayne scenes, were so wonderful).

I do want to rewatch the Moiraine & Siuan scene, for sure (I mean, I'll rewatch the whole thing this weekend lol), because I was getting "shit maybe they ARE killing off Siuan and/or Moiraine for real" vibes from how much closure the two of them got, but it could be foreshadowing for a long separation because of Moiraine moving to Finnland. Moiraine specifically saying that she's (Moiraine) not at the Last Battle, though...

Delaying the vote in the Hall because Siuan and Elaida have (temporarily) come to terms with each other really worked. I liked everything in the White Tower plotline.

Alanna and Maksim's plotline really got to me! Their mutual but clashing grief over Ihvon, and how they finally come back to each other at the end. <3

Perrin's plotline also really worked to cement Faile as someone that he cares about -- her insisting on coming with, and being a key part of saving him (and the shot of the two of them near the end of their scene in the Whitecloak camp reminded me, framing-wise, of Rand & Elayne's first meeting. Can't explain why. Vibes).

Everything with the Sea Folk ship plotline was great. I finally got the conversation between Min & Mat that I wanted in the previous episodes, where Mat mentions the vision of him stabbing Rand! I loved Elayne & Nynaeve learning about the Sea Folk. <3

And Elayne still wistfully thinking of Aviendha even as we're hearing Aviendha talk about how she doesn't get how monogamous relationships can even function and how you need more than one partner -- all of that feels like a great set-up for future Avirandlayne.

So, yeah, the only part I'm like... idk if I feel like this change works is the Randgwene stuff. Both Josha and Maddy talked in interviews in ways that implied that we would actually be getting broken-up Randgwene growing into being post-breakup friends, but with such a High Drama ending between them and only one episode afterwards (since 3x07 is a full Perrin/Two Rivers episode), it's hard to see how we get there. Their breakup in the books doesn't have a "bad guy" so I'm kinda sad that it feels like Rand is gonna be the "bad guy" in their breakup in the show.

[tinyshyteacup]

Tw: cussing, tooth rotting fluff

Part 21

A Charming Detour - Part 22

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands were sweaty, and he knew he was being ridiculous, but he couldn't fucking help it.

Juice’s brain decided to just malfunction.

He saw you standing in the kitchen, your back turned, casually reaching for a mug in the cabinet.

Okay.

Breathe. Just—tell her the plan.

“Hey, babe—uh, so, I was thinking—”

You turned around, looking at him with that sweet, soft expression, and Juice panicked.

“I mean—fuck, okay, don’t—don’t say anything yet,” he rushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Just—just hear me out, okay?”

You blinked.

Juice kept rambling.

“So, like, I know we didn’t really do the whole, uh, dating thing—’cause, y’know, fake marriage, then—then feelings, which is totally ass-backwards, but, uh—” He let out a breathy, nervous laugh. “Whatever, that’s not the point.”

You tilted your head slightly, listening, which only made him more anxious.

“Like, an actual date. No club shit, no favors, no—none of the fake stuff. Just—me and you. I, uh—tonight” he blurted.

You blinked again.

Juice swallowed hard.

“So?” he asked, voice cracking slightly.

There was a pause.

Then—

Your lips parted slightly, a flicker of hesitation crossing your face before you spoke.

“Juice… we have work tomorrow.”

Juice froze.

His stomach plummeted.

Fuck.

Juice stared at you for a second, scrambling to process.

Because—

Fuck, he didn’t even think about work.

He was too busy being a lovesick moron to remember that you both had responsibilities.

“I mean,” you continued, biting your lip, “I’d love to, but I don’t think a late night out is a great idea.”

Juice felt something in his chest sink—but before he could get too deep into his own disappointment, you took a step closer.

“But…” You smiled softly, looking up at him. “How about takeout and video games?”

Juice blinked.

You tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a little shy now. “It’s not a date-date, but… it’s still just us, right?”

Juice’s brain stalled.

Because holy shit.

That was—

That was even better.

"We could save your idea though, until the weekend ?" You said, hopefully

Juice had spent the whole day stressing about where to take you, how to impress you, what the perfect first date should be.

But the truth was—

You didn’t need some big, extravagant night out.

You just wanted him.

His shoulders slumped in relief, and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Babe,” he exhaled. “That’s—fuck, that’s perfect.”

You giggled softly. “Yeah?”

Juice nodded quickly. “Yeah.”

Because nothing—nothing—sounded better than a night on the couch, eating shitty takeout and kicking your ass in video games.

Or, more likely, you kicking his ass—but whatever. He’d take it.

The smell of greasy fries and takeout containers filled the living room as Juice flopped onto the couch beside you, controller in hand.

“Alright, baby,” he said, nudging you playfully. “Hope you’re ready to lose.”

You let out a huff, curling up beside him. “Oh, please. I’m way better than you.”

Juice snorted. “Oh, now you talk shit? Alright. Let’s go.”

The game loaded, and you both settled into a comfortable rhythm—laughing, teasing, stealing each other’s food between rounds.

And Juice—

Juice couldn’t stop staring at you.

Because you looked so happy.

So at ease.

And this was actually real.

He felt something warm spread through his chest.

Juice was not cool.

He knew that.

But fuck, he was trying.

It started when you leaned over to grab a fry from his container—totally stealing his food, but he couldn’t even be mad because your sweater slipped off your shoulder a little, and it was so distracting.

Juice’s brain short-circuited.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before he could stop himself.

You paused, blinking at him mid-bite. “What?”

Juice froze.

Shit.

Uh. Say something smooth. Say something—

“Your—your, uh—” He gestured vaguely at your shoulder, floundering. “It’s—uh, you’re—”

You glanced down in confusion, then tilted your head. “Juice, what are you saying?”

Juice panicked.

“Your skin,” he blurted, way too loud. “I mean—it’s, uh, soft.”

There was a beat of silence.

You stared at him.

Juice stared back.

Oh my god.

What the fuck did he just say?

Your lips twitched, and then—

You burst into laughter.

Juice groaned, dropping his face into his hands. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered.

“I—” You wheezed, clutching your stomach. “My skin?”

“Shut up,” Juice whined. “It was supposed to be a compliment!”

“I mean—thank you?” you giggled, still watching him struggle. “That’s so��God, you’re adorable.”

Juice died inside.

A little later, you were curled up against him, casually scrolling through something on your phone while Juice tried to act normal on 1V1 mode.

Which was hard.

Because every time you shifted, every time your leg brushed against his, every time you tucked yourself a little closer to him—

Juice had to remind himself how to breathe.

But then—then he had an idea.

He saw an opening.

You stretched, arms lifting above your head, letting out a soft little sigh—

And Juice, in a very brave (and totally not well-thought-out) moment, decided to pull you back down against him.

Smooth. Casual. Effortless.

Or at least—

That was the plan.

What actually happened was—

He miscalculated horribly.

His arm yanked too hard, and instead of a cute, flirty moment—

You yelped and practically toppled into his lap.

Juice panicked.

“Shit—fuck—sorry, babe, I—”

You blinked up at him, stunned, your hands gripping his shirt.

Juice’s brain blue-screened.

Because—because you were so close.

Your nose nearly brushed his, your wide eyes looking up at him, your lips right there, and—

Juice forgot how to function.

“Uh.”

Silence.

You tilted your head, face crimson.

Juice swallowed.

And then you—

You just settled.

"This ok Juice?" You ask in that soft little voice.

Like it didn’t completely ruin him.

Juice nodded and barely managed to keep his brain from exploding.

Later, Juice was mindlessly playing with your fingers, tracing circles on your palm while you rested against his chest.

It was so easy to just be with you.

So easy that—

He kind of forgot to keep his mouth shut.

“You know I'm pretty sure I'm in love you.” he murmured absently.

Silence.

Juice blinked.

Then froze, realised what he said.

Then panicked.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

His heart stopped.

He did not just—

Slowly—very slowly—you shifted agasint him.

Juice stared at you, horrified.

He panicked.

“I mean—fuck,” he rushed, voice cracking. “I mean, like—not—not in, like, a weird way, just in a—I mean, not that it’d be weird if I did, but I just—” He wheezed. “Oh my god, kill me.”

Juice stared at the ceiling, heart racing.

He was so fucked.

Then—

He dared to look down.

Your eyelashes fanned your cheeks.

Your fist was curled up under your cheek.

Breathing even.

Holy shit.

You

You where asleep.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

And Juice?

He was freaking out.

Not in a bad way.

Just in a holy shit, I get to hold her kind of way.

For a long moment, he just stared at you, heart hammering against his ribs.

Your cheek was pressed against his shirt now, your fingers loosely curled against his chest. You looked so peaceful like this, so soft and warm and—

Fuck, he was in trouble.

Carefully—so carefully—he shifted, easing an arm beneath your legs before scooping you up entirely.

And immediately—

You whined in your sleep, instinctively burying your face against his throat.

Juice’s entire brain blue-screened.

His arms locked up, breath catching as your nose nudged against his skin, warm and trusting and—

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

This was dangerous.

Juice wasn’t sure what made him do it.

Maybe it was the way you sighed when he tucked you under the covers.

Maybe it was the way you rolled towards him instinctively, like even in your sleep, you wanted to be close to him.

Or maybe—

Maybe it was just the fact that you were his now, and for the first time, he didn’t have to pretend this whole thing was fake.

Either way—

He hesitated for way too long.

He was so used to trying to keep space between you in bed. You’d slept next to each other a bunch of times before, but always with a boundary—a line neither of he had never crossed.

But now?

Now, you were actually dating.

Now, he had every right to reach for you.

Right?

And the second he did—

You melted against him.

Juice sucked in a sharp breath as your body pressed flush against his, tucking yourself right under his chin like it was natural.

And it was.

Too natural.

Too easy.

Too perfect.

Juice’s throat went dry, heart pounding as he let his arms wrap around you fully, drawing you closer.

And the worst part?

You sighed in your sleep, nuzzling into his chest like you belonged there.

Juice was the human embodiment of a dial tone.

Juice tried to be smooth.

He really did.

But the thing was—

His brain stopped working whenever you were this close.

It started with his fingers lightly tracing up and down your back—innocent, just casual, nothing weird.

And then, in a very bold move, he tipped his head just slightly so his lips brushed your hair.

Soft.

You shifted at the touch, stirring just enough to murmur, “Mm… Juice?”

Juice froze.

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

Abort. Abort.

“Uh—nothing, baby,” he rushed, way too guilty. “Go back to sleep.”

You hummed sleepily, eyes barely open. “Y’sure?”

“Yeah,” he choked out. “I was just—uh—” He scrambled for an excuse. “You—you smell nice.”

Silence.

Then—

Your lips twitched.

Juice panicked.

Oh no.

You were fully awake now.

And you were grinning.

Juice groaned, immediately hiding his face in your shoulder. “Oh my god.”

You giggled. “I smell nice?”

“Shut up,” he whined.

You giggled harder.

You were warm.

That was the problem.

You were all soft limbs and gentle touches, your fingers absentmindedly brushing along his wrist, his arms and fuck—Juice was so gone for you.

“I like this,” you murmured sleepily.

Juice swallowed. “Yeah?”

You nodded against his chest. “Feels… safe.”

Something in his chest ached.

His arms tightened around you without thinking, his fingers tangling in your hair as he pressed a slow, almost reverent kiss to the top of your head.

“I got you, baby,” he murmured before he could stop himself. “Always.”

You hummed softly, completely at ease, and Juice—

Juice realized too late what he’d just said.

Oh shit.

Oh, shit.

His heart stopped.

Did you hear that?

Was it too much.

Did you—did you realize—

But no—your breathing had already evened out again, your body loose and trusting against his.

Juice exhaled.

He was so in trouble

[lyonnns]

It's her gold dust — I was gonna ask if you were the type to just casually catch someone's eye's from across a busy room and know you're making those knees weak, Ferguson. cause you are. and it's kinda a fun game to achieve. That being said, if you happen to be wandering around NYC anytime before the weekend my closet's open for business, and cate won't be there so you'll get the juicy stuff. i'll take the heat — so much for u-hauling first, we jumped right to child. but honestly ? it was one of those secret blessings in disguise, for her... but also for me; it's been really nice to go back and forth so often and finally have even my son meet her, viv and the rest of the family . oh how adore the way you word it all, i'm highly obsessed with your mind, babe. i wanna live inside it. You power house ! I don't know why it took me this long but i recently started silo, tell me why i'm so into this hot dirty look you've got going on ? how's it been playing pretend not in front of the camera. I'm also calling it now, she's gonna take over the world one day — and do it fashionably. but now, i imagine she's still just taking over your house, i sure hope she has a crown? well in that case, you're mine on friday night ! the cheese board is being taken out and i'm gonna need detail's on your love life — that or you let me and cate set you up, your choice.

Oh, absolutely, Cate will be giving us her best disapproving stare while secretly glowing from all the praise. The woman is a master of the humble flex. And listen, I only wield my heart-shattering lingering looks for good… mostly. A little emotional devastation here and there keeps things interesting. Consider me very available for this historic planning session. I demand full access to the closet, the wine cellar, and any blackmail-worthy Cate stories you’re willing to share. She did tell me the news! I was so, so happy to hear that, and surprised if I'm honest. I wasn't expecting it. But now, semi co-parenting with Cate? You’ve transcended mere mortaldom and entered the realm of legendary domestic goddess. And I am obsessed with all of this, by the way. The decorating? The helping settle in? The whole sapphic domesticity with an Oscar winner situation? It’s giving period drama but make it modern luxury. And the usual with me, pretending I know what I’m doing while executive producing Silo and getting ready to shoot season 3 in the coming months, getting bossed around by my six-year-old dictator, and occasionally causing a little chaos just to keep the world on its toes. So yes, beautiful, tell me, when is this cheese, wine, and dangerously good ideas night happening? Because my schedule is suddenly wide open.

[curly-cottage-girl]

I feel like I’m losing the battle of treading water and am just starting to drown in exhaustion now

[shanklin]

Stanford never became friends with Fiddleford.

Instead he got himself a different small friend group who cares a lot about him. At least about the Ford he pretended to be in college.

A kind, soft spoken formerly bullied genius who researches very dull stuff in Oregon and definitely not anything weird. Their Ford would never break any rules or ignore safety measures [unlike that other student they heard about during their college years.]

And then Ford stops answering their calls and loses his grant. 

It’s time for an intervention and they start pestering Ford with letters and calls until he finally agrees to meet them at a science convention, but he’ll take his brother with him.

They’re relieved! Ford is with Shermie! They like Shermie! It's a good thing that Ford still has one brother who isn't a good for nothing selfish criminal who destroyed his entire future!

If they ever get their hands on Ford’s evil twin they’ll make sure he’ll regret ever messing with their friend. Ford is too nice for revenge. They aren’t.

Meanwhile at the not-yet Mystery Shack, the Stans freshly survived their own angsty canon divergent tale of two stans AU and locked Bill out of Ford's mind like a week ago.

Stan: I don’t know how long Ford will keep me around but this will be good for him. He needs some friends to take care of him after I inevitably get kicked out again!

Ford: I only agreed to this because Stan insisted and I still haven’t found a way to thank him and apologize. I hope all my “friends” die in a fire.

[luna-loveboop]

Wow I'm still sick

[shallowseeker]

Hi Shal! Happy Friday! I hope your physical therapy is going well.

Happy Friday. Thanks for asking!

Sadly... Physical therapy is going terribly, no joke. It makes my life significantly worse.

It’s more like being hit by a bus in slow motion… every session. I find the whole thing baffling. Even the smallest sessions are a massive hit on my quality of life, and I'm not sure I want to continue. >:(

Sure, I’m probably technically building strength, but at what cost? Sanity? The will to live?

You should have SEEN my emails the first week back to work after restarting physical therapy. I was chugging along so SO confidently, and then I went back and read them after some recovery, and they're so... <sighs>

Ah, well. I guess it's humbling.

[theloveinc]

deku definitely has several notebooks filled with drawings of you!! some of the drawings are quick sketches with pen or pencil while others are so heavily detailed and beautifully colored that it looks like a photograph!! i think on nights where he couldn’t sleep he would be drawing how you look sleeping in your shared bed drool & everything <3 i think he would love coloring in your pretty eyes 🥺 he would take such great care in capturing your beautiful image and would probably be caught staring at you very often because he wants to make sure he captures every tiny detail AAAAA i love him :(( i also love the idea of you or even his friends catching him in his office staring at his latest drawing of you with MASSIVE heart eyes 🥹🥹

-oc anon

!! sdnkfaj and I don't even think he realizes how much he's doing it. He has no idea that you've really... become his muse over the months/years you've been together. of course he still draws heroes and students and work / project designs and EVERYTHING but his go-to mostly just becomes you.

it's really only when people start to notice that he actually goes: Oh. especially when it's such that people are now asking to see what he's done of you recently, just like you said !! You in bed, your newest fave outfit (he's busting out the sketchbook unconsciously when you do a haul lmao, he's so funny), you making dinner one night... WHY IS THIS CHEWING ME UP??

it's literally ADORABLE to think of him putting out his weekly drawing of you for his students to look at on his desk - they nearly riot the one time he tries to draw something else (all might), asking if he's getting divorced or if you fought or WHAT lol and he's beating himself up inside lsj,dfakdf because NO. he was just worried they might be sick of how much he LUVS U !!! and shows that through his hands and pencils <3

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

So Witches We Became

YA horror

a girl and her friends go on vacation to a house on a private Florida island, but when a strange mist and toxic tar surrounds them, trapping them there, they have to find a way to survive and/or escape

while she’s being haunted by a traumatic experience with her friend’s boyfriend - who just showed up - that she’s been unable to tell anyone about, and by a shadow from her childhood that she fears might have something to do with what’s happening

sapphic, explores complicated friendships, and surviving assault

[kohakhearts]

theres a really. special kind of despair in the uncertainty brought about by moments of success and achievement. the inevitable “what now” of reaching your goals. and i kind of wish someone had warned me how hollow graduating university would feel, tbh

[i-am-pup]

Being the middle child goes so hard 🙃

[sheyshen]

fixed the oven today (the things i do for pizza), dusted and vacuumed, sent out a couple more applications, did some laundry and emailed my idhs contact to see if i can use the PTO that was listed on my last paycheck. now to kick back and game all weekend!