#and I’m gonna eat so much fruit and drink so much water and feel so good

[lordprettyflackotara]

WhoGoesThere? || Eyeless Jack || Part three

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: virginity loss, praise, breeding kink, possessive kink¿ if you squint, a tiny bit of blood related to the virginity loss. this is the fluffiest smut you guys are ever gonna get from me. enjoy ;)

Jack wasn’t quite sure what to do with you.

He wasn’t even sure how humans functioned on a traditional schedule. He was used to being mostly nocturnal, not worried about water intake. He only ate when he was absolutely hungry and couldn’t stand it anymore. But he knew humans preferred a regular sleeping cycle and eating habits. So, he did what he thought was best. He sprinted to the mansion, digging into the stash of the proxies food. He returned with a clean set of clothes, ones from his personal closet. A pair of basketball shorts and hoodie wasn’t ideal, but at least you wouldn’t be tempting him by wearing that short dress.

Jack proudly stood in front of his findings, several water bottles and a box of cereal sitting on the kitchen counter. It wasn’t long before you trailed out of the bedroom, your hair tangled and makeup smudged. Your head was pounding, your body feeling sluggish. “Remind me to never drink again,” You said. Jack grabbed a bottle of water, extending it to you. “This’ll help,” He told you. You took the bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and chugging it quickly. Jack nervously glanced at the two remaining water bottles. Yeah, he should’ve accounted for your dehydration. He had forgotten how much alcohol dehydrates a traditional human system.

“So, about last night.”

Jack looked at you, watching as you went to uncomb your matted hair with your fingers.

“I was serious about what I said you know,” You continued. Jack furrowed his eyebrows unsurely. You pulled your dress down, adjusting the fallen strap on your shoulder, “I want you to take my virginity.”

Jack stood there, shifting his weight on either foot. “I’m not opposed, I just don’t quite understand why?” Jack answered. You had truly puzzled him. Why would a magnificent creature like you suggest in mating with someone like him? “Well, you’re tall, smart, and quite honestly you’re extremely attractive,” You confessed. Jack thought about your words, your compliments making his heart throb. “You don’t even know what I look like,” Jack said bluntly. No matter how much he wanted to be in between your thighs, he didn’t want to scar such a life changing event for you because of his rough exterior. Nonchalantly you grabbed the box of fruit loops, walking over to the fridge.

“I wouldn’t open that if I were you,” Jack warned. Sure, the cabin had a slim possibility of having electricity. But based on previous tenants there was no guessing how much rotten food had complied in that refrigerator. “Do you not have milk?” You asked. Jack could’ve face palmed if you weren’t standing before him. He cleared his throat, trying to ignore how embarrassed he felt. “Um no I do not. Sorry. But I got you a change of clothes,” Jack replied. He held his clothes out to you, happy that you took them. They were going to be massive on you, but they’d fit somehow and that’s all that mattered to him.

“Thank you,” You said. You immediately went to take off your dress, Jack quick to turn around. You were so relaxed around him, he couldn’t understand it. Surely you didn’t know who he was or what he was. Or all of the terrible things he had done. You didn’t deserve to lose something so precious to a monster like him. “I don’t care what you look like. I know what I want,” You declared. You slid on his hoodie and shorts, gently grabbing his shoulder to guide him to turn around. Jack sighed. He couldn’t deny that your scent was intoxicating. Nor could he deny how badly he craved to hear your voice. The mere thought of you squirming and whimpering beneath him sent him in a frenzy.

He straightened his shoulders. He could feel his stomach rumbling. If he was going to allow this to happen, he needed to be sure he ate first. Otherwise you’d become the main meal. “I’ll make you a deal. Meet me here tonight. I’ll make the bedroom inhabitable. You can have some more time to think about if this is what you truly want,” Jack offered. It also gave him time to have a full stomach before allowing himself to be in the same room as you. You nodded, eating a handful of cereal. “If you change your mind, don’t come. It won’t hurt my feelings,” Jack lied. Even if you did change your mind, he hoped you would come provide him with company.

You stood on your tippy toes, ruffling his chestnut hair, “You’re cute Jack. I’ll see you tonight.”

With those words hanging in the air you left the cabin, cereal box in hand. You left Jack in wonder, watching as you strolled back to civilization.

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To say Jack was nervous was an understatement. If he had participated in intercourse before it was long before his rebirth. He knew how it worked, of course. He was going to be a doctor after all, once upon a time. He knew the human body, male and female, inside and out. To prepare himself he watched lots of traditional porn, attempting to understand what made a female feel good. Unfortunately for him, Ben’s old school VHS tapes provided nothing educational nor entertaining. So instead he spent the day preparing the cabin. Thankfully due to Slenderman’s ancient ways he was able to grab many long cream colored candles.

He was displeased to discover the cabin did not have electricity, but the dim lighting provided him with a little bit of ease. Maybe his appearance wouldn’t be astoundingly off putting in a room like that. Jack ensured the bedding was clean, this time bringing toiletry items that might be suitable for a female. Shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothbrush and paste. Jane would not be happy once she discovered her secret stash of hygiene products would be tampered with. But to Jack, it was between her and robbing a gas station. That was sure to ruin his plans for the evening.

Jack showered himself, pleased that the cabin did have running water. He scrubbed every inch of his being, his stomach full. To make himself feel better he didn’t kill his last victim, he simply stole what was needed and was on his way. He brushed his teeth until his gums bled. He was trying his hardest to appear appealing, even if he was disgusted with himself everytime he looked in the mirror. The sun fell from the sky faster than Jack wanted it to. He anxiously sat in the living room, awaiting your arrival. What if you got lost? It wasn’t exactly safe to let you travel here on your own.

His leg bounced up and down, a sigh of relief escaping his lips once he heard a knock on the door. Jack sprang up from his seat, his heart thudding with nervousness. He opened the door, your doe eyes staring up at him. “Hi Jack,” You greeted softly. Jack swallowed, the faint taste of mint toothpaste still prominent on his tongue. “Hi. Um, come in,” He gestured awkwardly. He led you to the bedroom, unsurely stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket. Why was this so difficult? He pushed open the door, the dozens of candles softly illuminating the room. You stared at the gesture in awe, giving him a soft smile. You walked over to the bed, sitting on the side.

“Come here Jack,” You instructed. Jack was completely at your disposal. You had meant for him to sit beside you, the demon instead lowering himself to his knees in front of you. “You need to see what I look like before we do this. I need you to be sure,” Jack choked out. You opened your legs, your feet planted on either side Jacks nervous body. “You’re practically shaking Jack. Relax,” You whispered. You slowly pulled down his hood, the demon gulping as you gently pushed the mask upwards. His lips and nose looked normal to you, your heart picking up the pace once you took the mask all of the way off. You and Jack stared back at each other. Black ooze dripped down his eye sockets, empty holes replacing where his eyes should’ve been. Jack stared right back at you, his face full of visible nervousness and anticipation.

He blinked, studying your face. You said nothing, your face empty of an expression. He could hear your heart racing, a sure sign you found him revolting. Jacks breath hitched as you brushed some of his hair away from his forehead. Your fingertips were gentle against his ash gray skin. Slowly and unsurely you cupped Jacks cheek into your hand, studying him. You touched him as if he were made of glass. You felt tongue tied, the thoughts running through your head far from appropriate. “This is why they call you EJ?” You guessed. Jack nodded shyly, his cheeks flushing with heat. This was a terrible idea. This was beyond stupid. It was then you lifted his chin, bringing your lips to his.

Jacks breath hitched as he struggled to comprehend what was happening. He kissed you back, your lips warm and soft against his. “You are the most enchanting creature i’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And if i’m being blunt, I want you to fuck me now,” You whispered. Jack was on you in an instant, climbing on top of the bed. He tried to contain himself, his lips moving against yours quickly and desperately. “I have to warn you. I can be a bit.. rough. It’s my nature,” Jack panted. He was hovering above you, staring down at the angelic sight that was you beneath him. “Well since we’re giving warnings, i’ve never done anything beyond making out,” You confessed. Jack was sure his cheeks were scarlett red. He could tell you felt just as flushed, a pink tint visible on your cheeks.

“You’ve never um, played with yourself?” Jack asked. You shook your head. “I’ve um, tried it’s just never felt right. If that makes sense,” You answered honestly. Jack nodded, leaning back and shoving his hoodie over his shoulders. He tossed it aside. You were so small beneath him. Was this safe? Was this ethical? His mind rattled with questions, before he finally leaned back down over you. “Just tell me what feels good, alright? Are you sure about this?” Jack asked again. He searched your face for any sign of hesitation, surprised to see he found none.

“Jack, please.”

Your plea ignited a small inside of him, his hands roaming your body. They grabbed the hem of your shirt, tossing it over your body and side. He reattached his lips to yours, his lips moving desperately as he squeezed your flesh teasingly. His large hands landed on your breast, tenderly groping them. A small groan escaped your lips, his eager ones swallowing it whole. He strayed away from your lips, tenderly pressing kisses down the side of your face to your neck. You wrapped your arms around him, your heart racing even faster as he kissed down your chest. He stopped at your chest. “Lean forward for me,” Jack murmured. You sat up, allowing him to unclasp your bra and toss it aside.

He swallowed as he lowered himself to your exposed breath, taking your left nipple into his mouth. He was pleasantly surprised to hear your whimpers, one of your hands embedding itself in his hair. You tugged at his locs, quite embarrassed at the noises you were making. “Fuck, Jack,” You whined. He released your nipple with a pop, the sensitive bud hardening under the cool night air. He took it between his fingers, attaching his mouth to your right one. You were squirming underneath him, your hips involuntarily bucking upwards. Teasingly he grazed your nipple with his sharp teeth, a jagged moan escaping your throat. He released it with a pop, giving you a cocky smirk. “That feel good?” He asked. You nodded profusely, looking at him.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, his outline visible to you even with the dim lighting. “How i-is that gonna fit?” You stumbled out. Jack was already massive in comparison to you. And that didn’t include factoring in the size of his cock. “I’ll make it fit. Just need to loosen you up first,” Jack cooed. He laced his fingers with the hem of your skirt and panties, pulling them downwards. He guided you to spread your legs, your eyes screwed shut in embarrassment. “Such a pretty pussy,” Jack praised. He lowered himself in between your thighs, running a finger up and down your slick. “And so wet. All for me?” Jack purred. His large hands kept your thighs pried apart, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Jack had never thought much of having three tongues. He never saw a use for them. Nor did he have any idea what to do with them, until Ben made a few crude jokes.

Looking back he was disgusted, but now as your core throbbed to be touched, he’d have to remember to thank Ben for the idea. He used the first one to lick up your folds, your hands immediately reattaching themselves to his hair. Teasingly he brought the second one to your entrance, slowly pushing it inside. He felt your thighs shudder for a moment, your walls spasming around his tongue. He used the first one to toy with your clit, flicking the bud as quickly as possible. He listened to your body intently, allowing you to adjust before curling his tongue upwards. Your hips lifted off of the bed, his firm hands securing you into place. “Fucking, fuck!” You moaned. You threw your head back, Jack groaning into your cunt as he pushed in his second tongue.

He used the two to curl upwards, brushing against your g spot. Your thighs attempted to squeezed around his head, an unfamiliar knot forming in your stomach. Jack’s tongues were relentless, prodding and toying with you as he pleased. He couldn’t get enough of your taste, your arousal sending him into a frenzy. The sinful noises that left your lips bounced off of the cabin walls, your thighs beginning to tremble. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna cum, Jack please make me cum, Jack!” You groaned, creaming around his tongues. Your juices tasted divine, the demon eagerly lapping at your slick. He slowly emerged from your thighs, his lips and chin covered in your juices. He was quite comfortable in between your thighs and he did not anticipate on going anywhere. Slowly he brought his thick fingers to your entrance, shoving two inside of you.

You whined in pain, grabbing at his wrist. He leaned forward, bringing himself close to your ear. “Shhh it’s okay. You can do it. Such a good girl,” He praised. His breath was hot against your skin, his thumb beginning to circle your overstimulated clit. You swallowed, pulling him closer. His fingers repeated the same action, brushing upwards on your g spot. He began to do a scissoring motion, stretching you out as much as possible. Your painful whimpers turned into loud moans. “Thats it. Look at you, taking my fingers so well,” Jack purred. You grabbed onto his wrist, your other hand gripping a handful of the sheets. “Awe what’s this? Do you want me to stop?” Jack teased.

You were a babbling mess. “N-no just need to hang o-on to something,” You rambled, stumbling over each word. Jack could hear your heart pounding, the sound music to his ears. His fingers were relentless as he finger fucked you, satisfied with you withering below him. “Awe is someone close for me? You wanna be a good girl and cum for me?” Jack asked. You propped yourself up on your elbows, meeting his gaze. “Wanna b-be good. Wanna cum,” You say. Jack leaned forward, cupping your face with his other hand. “Open your mouth,” He grunted. You did as instructed, his thumb entering your mouth. You immediately sucked it the best you could, the feeling only making Jack harder.

“Oh you dirty girl. Cum for me. Cum for me all over my fucking fingers,” Jack growled. You were in a trance, your legs shaking as you came all over his fingers. Your tongue swirled around his tongue, a sigh escaping your lips as he removed his fingers from your cunt. Jack began to fiddle with his belt, removing his thumb from your mouth. “Are you sure about this?” Jack asked again. His cock sprang out from his boxers, his shaft much longer than you had ever seen in porn before. “Jack… please,” You whispered. Jack couldn’t deny you any longer, his own primal urges overshadowing any reservations he might’ve had. He leaned forward, lacing his fingers with yours. With the other hand he brushed his tip up and down your slick, trying to gather as much lubrication as possible. His gaze met yours. “Are you ready?” Jack asked you. You babbled in agreement, squeezing his hand.

Jack buried himself in the crook of your neck, slowly shoving himself inside of you. You whined in pain, your walls squeezing his cock so tight he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to go further. “It’s okay. I got you. It’s alright,” Jack cooed in your ear. He pressed kisses against your neck, slowly sinking in further. It was then Jack could smell the faintest scent of blood, causing him to look down. A thin ring of the crimson paint covered his cock, his shaft not all the way in yet. Jack slithered his spare hand to your clit, rubbing slow and purposeful circles around the bud. He could feel your body start to relax. “You’re doing so good for me,” He mumbled into your skin. It wasn’t long before he was able to fully bottom out.

You both were panting, the gears in Jacks head turning. He had never fucked anyone or anything since he had became a demon. He had never allowed himself to give in to the hormonal urges. Yet, as he was balls deep into your cunt, it was like a switch in him flicked. Unintentionally Jack was rough with everything he handled. He knew he had to be careful with you, but his mind was screaming at him to give in. He slowly began to move, grunting into your neck. Your painful whines turned into pleasurable groans the more he moved, your sounds giving him more motivation. The more he fucked you, the more his body demanded to breed you. It demanded for him to deem you as his mate.

He leaned back, grabbing your legs and throwing them over his shoulders. Jack was fucking you as deeply as he could, your mewls sending waves of satisfaction over him. “Such a good little thing. Taking me like this,” He panted. His cock abused your cunt as he pleased, your legs beginning to shake. “You’re fucking milking me. It’s like you’re begging me to cum inside of you,” Jack groaned. He could feel your gushy walls fluttering around him, causing him to smirk. “Oh I see. You’d like that wouldn’t you? To carry my little demon spawn?” He chuckled darkly. You were a babbling mess, your body’s reaction telling him everything he needed to know.

“Never would’ve taken you for the type into breeding,” Jack muttered to himself. He continued to snap his hips into yours, holding your legs proudly over his shoulders as he fucked you into the mattress. “This cunt is mine, do you understand? Ryan doesnt matter. He can fuck you all he wants but you’ll always be thinking of me, won’t you?” Jack rambled. His possessiveness was making a grand appearance, the demon having a hard time keeping it together. You babbled an agreement, your mouth hanging open as he slammed into you. “Be a good little girl for me and cum on my cock. Go on,” Jack huffed. With another circle from his fingers your body shook under his, creaming on the demons cock. Your heart was racing so loudly it was all Jack could hear, the sound sending him over the edge.

He panted as he set your legs down, his seed down deep and buried into your womb. You were spent, your vision hazy and body exhausted. Jack slowly pulled out of you, watching your body tremble slightly. You were in no state to take care of yourself, the demon picking you up instinctively. He walked you over to the bathroom, guiding you to stand on the cold marble floor. “You need to pee,” He ordered. You raised your eyebrows, your face going with an afterglow. “Thats the last thing I expected you to say to me after that,” You chuckled. Jack raised his eyebrows, “What? It’s necessary to prevent future issues.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. You gently shoved him towards the door. “Get out so I can pee,” You say. He stood in the hallway, allowing you to shut the door for some privacy. Why you were insistent upon privacy to urinate after he had just fucked you senseless, Jack didn’t know. But what he did know, was that he wanted to fuck you again and again and again.

[dabuggh3]

After care 𖨆𖨆♥︎

You and Hamzah lay in bed looking at the ceiling, chest rising up and down. Hamzah grabs you by your waist bringing you closer to him, “ You did such a good job baby” kissing your forehead, “ I’m going to go get you water I’ll be right back” he stands up putting his boxers back on running to the kitchen.

He comes back with a glass of water, “ here babe”, he gives it to you as you drink it, “ thank youu” “ Come on let’s get up and go pee….can you stand” before you answer him he already picked you up, taking you to the toilet and setting you down.“ Cmon pee don’t be all shy” he says giggling teasing you. “ stoppp and stop staring at me weirdo” “ yea like I didn’t have my whole face and tongue in you three seconds ago” “ whatever”

“ Do you want to shower” he says while leaning on the sink. “ Mhmm yea I feel all sweaty” you say looking up at him. “ Okay”, Hamzah walks over to the room as he grabs you one of his shirts and a pair underwear for both of you. You watch him walk back in, “ Are you ready” “ yea cmon”. Hamzah helps you get in the shower then joins you.

You both take turns getting your body and hair wet. You pick up your bottle of shampoo when you turn and see Hamzah holding out his hands for some. “ Hamzah this is myyyy shampoo” “ I know but I want to smell like you” “ Okayy here”. You both scrub each others hair with shampoo and rinse it. Then you put on your conditioner when guess who wants some too. “ Boyyy you’re gonna buy me another bottle” “ Yea yea just give me some” You guys let the conditioner marinate in your hair as you guys wash your bodies. Hamzah helps you wash yourself, “ so beautiful” as he kisses you shoulder. You both rinse off and hop out the shower, getting dressed.

You finish doing your skin care when you turn, “ Hamzah sit down, it’s your turn now”. He sits down immediately and closes his eyes as you put serums and lotion on him. As you’re rubbing in the lotion, Hamzah pushes his lips out asking for a kiss. You smile and bend down to give him one. “ You look so good in my shirt” he says holding your waist. “Okay I’m done”, he smiles at you as he pulls you, making you sit on his lap. He holds your face as he kisses you repeatedly. You laugh, “ i love you so much” “ i love you more”

You walk over and lay in bed, noticing Hamzah didn’t follow. You call for him ,“ Hamzahhhhhhh” minutes later he comes in with a bowl of fruit. “ Sorry, i didnt want you to go to sleep on an empty stomach” he says bringing the food to you. “ You’re so cute, thank you baby” you look up at him and give him a kiss. He runs to his side of the bed turning on the tv. He puts on the Office as you eat your fruit sharing with him. You both then head off to sleep.

Idk if I like this😭 but I hope you all enjoyyyy!! (sorry for any typos)

[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‼️‼️

[tr0ubledberry]

Hi friends. I’m 21F and have been struggling with my body image since 2009 which led me to develop anorexia around 2014. I’ve been struggling ever since and have tried every trick and diet out there but have finally settled on my own so I thought I’d share it. First of all, recovery is a lie. There was a point in my life where I fully recovered but made me fat… it was nice not to worry about calories and all that but the pros outweigh the cons of an ED if done correctly. So think of your ED as a lifelong friend. In order to have an ED successfully for a long period of time you must go about it healthily. I know this is somewhat contradictory. I’m gonna include just some general tips, advice, and food alternatives. In a separate post I’ll be listing my favorite low kcal recipes so stay tuned.

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GENERAL TIPS

•Drink water before, during, and after meals. This is absolutely crucial.

•During this period it’s important to spend extra time and effort on maintaining your vaginal health, immune system, fertility, and skincare !! Really important not to neglect these things especially vaginal care >.<

•Calories matter but make sure to eat nutritious foods. Must have a good judgment on when to splurge on kcals or when to go for an alternative. For ex: splurging on healthy foods that are a lot of kcals vs unhealthy processed foods that are low kcal.

•It’s good to strive for 1200 kcals or less. If it’s a cheat day or you’re feeling lenient then aim for around 1600 kcals. Never ever go over 2000 kcals.

•if you’re a foodie like me then you *have* to find creative and unique ways to curb your cravings. Otherwise your mental health will plummet. If you’re not satisfied then you’re either gonna keep eating or be miserable

•Remember your brain needs at least 330 kcals to function properly so if you’re feeling slow or disoriented then definitely have a snack or meal.

•Best drinks to have are water, sparkling water, tea, and coffee.

•If you eat over your calorie limit don’t fret, it’s not the end of the world. Just either work out or purge. Keep purging to a limit and don’t do it more than once a day. Ideally less purging is better so keep it for emergencies.

•Using apps such as my fitness pal are great for seeing what nutrients you’re deficient in or going overboard in. However I’ve found I lose more weight when I’m not using the app because I’m thinking about food less. However everybody is different and I would recommend at least checking out the application if you haven’t already.

•Vitamins are your bestie too!! I take a couple supplements to make sure I’m getting the vitamins I need for longevity.

•Cut down on silly calories like sauces and drinks by using alternatives. Also you can pretty much find a low kcal version of anything these days if you look hard enough.

•If you love flavor then these simple things will help like ~ seasoning, low kcal hot sauce such as Tabasco or sriracha, soy sauce, etc.

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CRAVING ALTERNATIVES

•Juice or sugary drinks ~ low sugar Gatorade, fruit flavored teas iced with extra tea bags to give it extra flavor

•Soda ~ flavored sparkling water with powder or liquid drink mix such as crystal light strawberry lemonade drink mix

•Starbucks ~ just making my own mixed coffee drinks and sweet tea drinks saves so many calories

•Dessert ~ Gerber biscuits arrowroot (taste like shortbread), Gerber lil biscuits, cottage cheese, chocolate covered fruit or nuts

•Chips ~ Gerber’s Lil Crunchies Mild Chedder (basically cheese/ cheeto puffs), quest chips, or half a serving size of normal chips

•Ice cream ~ strawberry halo top

•Chocolate ~ alter eco or dark chocolate coconut fudge

•Mayo ~ miracle whip or vegan mayo

•Rice ~ cauliflower or broccoli rice

•Pasta ~ Chickpea pasta

[autumnshighlady]

I've Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 26)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: Eris has yet another surprise for you, and a secret is revealed

warnings: feyre slander, slightly nsfw towards the end

word count: 5.7k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: this is a filler chapter, sorry if it's boring! wedding is coming up next chapter i think. also so sorry the taglist got messed up somewhere halfway through teh fic and it wasn't actually tagging people so if you haven't been tagged like 15 chapters i fixed it now im so sorry!

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 / part 14 / part 15 / part 16 / part 17 / part 18 / part 19 / part 20 / part 21 / part 22 / part 23 / part 24 / part 25 /

read on ao3

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A throbbing headache greeted you as you peeled your eyes open, the bright rays of sunshine coming in through the window directly onto your face. You groaned, mouth dry as sand. Regret over those last few drinks washed over you as you rolled over, body shaky as you pushed yourself up.

“Morning!” Gwyn’s voice sounded through your blurry vision – her normally soft tone was ear-splitting due to your hangover.

“Ugh, please tone down your mouth noises.” You grumbled, rubbing your temples and yawning.

The redhead rolled her eyes, handing you a tray. “That’s what you get for drinking so much. A servant brought us a tray each for breakfast. Drink water and the tonic, you’ll feel better.”

You sighed, trying to fight off the hangover shakes as you reached for the tray. On the golden platter was a glass of water, a vial of liquid meant to ease how shitty you felt, and a plate with toast, eggs, fruit, and thick slices of bacon. The food smelled heavenly, but your stomach churned in protest. So you quickly downed the tonic before slowly sipping water, your throat no longer feeling like a desert.

Nesta had joined Gwyn on the bed in the far corner in an effort to get Emerie to sit up. The Illyrian female protested, eyes squeezed shut as she cursed the sun for being so bright. Despite your state, you snorted. At least you were better off than Emerie. 

“Come on,” Nesta insisted. “You have to at least have a sip of water.”

Emerie shook her head vehemently, then cursed, dizzied. “No. I’m gonna die if I move another inch.”

Gwyn reached down to Emerie’s tray and grabbed the glass of water, bringing it up to her lips. “Here, that way you won’t have to move.” The hungover female protested, but Gwyn tilted the glass up anyways, forcing the water into her mouth. She sputtered for a second, but eventually swallowed some of the cold liquid.

With Gwyn now settled coaxing water into Emerie, Nesta headed towards your bed, smirking. “Morning, sunshine.” She said coolly. Her hair was loose and messy around her shoulders, eyes slightly red from the lack of sleep. But she still looked incredible, despite having drank more than you.

“Not fair.” You complained, rubbing your dry eyes again and scowling at your mate. “I drank half as much as you and you seem perfectly fine.”

Nesta plopped down beside you, shrugging. “Perk of drinking myself half to death for a few months, I guess.” She joked, then motioned to your bacon. “Are you going to eat that?”

“Go for it.” You shook your head. “I can’t imagine eating anything right now.”

A wider smirk came over Nesta’s face as she popped the bacon into her mouth, blue-grey eyes going up and down your body. “I can.”

You blushed, smacking her with your pillow. “What has gotten into you?” You hissed playfully so that Gwyn and Emerie wouldn’t hear. Your body had responded to her words instantly, heating up even more and making you squirm. 

She shrugged, taking the second piece of bacon off your plate as well. “I’m just glad I can finally show appreciation for my mate without worrying about someone hacking my head off for it.”

“Fair enough.”

The four of you picked away at your breakfasts in silence, much to you and Emerie’s relief. The tonic began to work after twenty minutes, your headache slowly easing up and the fog around your brain clearing. Eventually, Eris and Azriel came through the doors, stifling their laughs at how hungover or sleep deprived you all were. After saying goodbye to your friends, Emerie grumbled something about the likelihood of throwing up all over Azriel as she took his hand, preparing to winnow. Gwyn’s cheeks flushed slightly as she took Azriel’s other hand, the spymaster’s shadows curling around her slender wrist. You raised an eyebrow at her, but she blushed harder and refused to meet your gaze.

After Azriel, Gwyn, and Emerie left, Nesta left for the bathing chambers to freshen up while you flopped back down into the bed, pulling the sheets over your head. “I’m staying here all day,” You declared. “Nobody wake me.”

You heard Eris chuckle, feeling the bed shift as he sat down beside you. He yanked the sheets down, and you whined in protest. “Eris!” You cried out. “Please, I’m so hungover. I just want to rot in this bed all day.”

“Too bad,” Eris said with a delighted grin on his face. “Because I have another surprise for you.”

You groaned, turning onto your stomach and burying your face into the pillow. “I cannot handle another surprise right now.”

“Trust me. You’ll want to see this. Now get out of bed.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish. Now get up.”

When you didn’t move, strong hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into the air with surprising strength and flinging you over the High Lord’s shoulder. You yelped, the blood rushing to your head as Eris gripped the back of your thighs, holding you steady as he walked.

“Put. Me. Down. Right. Now.” You hissed through gritted teeth, stomach churning as the world swayed around you.

“Absolutely not.” Eris quipped, squeezing your legs once and he strode down the hallway. “Besides, you’re too hungover to use any of those sneaky moves the shadowsinger taught you. So suck it up, do not vomit on me, and thank me later for dragging you out of bed.”

You groaned as Eris carried you up a winding staircase with ease, your upper body swaying across his back. “Where are you even taking me?” You asked, defeated.

“Your surprise is out on the private balcony.” 

“What is the surprise?”

Eris snorted. “Mother above, you and Nesta are the worst when it comes to surprises, you know that? Nosy creatures.”

“You could have at least given me time to prepare.” You grumbled, realising you were still in your pyjamas.

“So you’d rather I have told you I had a surprise in advance and then let you stew over it for a whole day, leaving you in limbo before finally revealing it?”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he had a point. You didn’t answer, and Eris laughed victoriously. “Thought so.” He said smugly.

Finally, after climbing up a mountain’s worth of staircases, Eris finally set you down. You wobbled, legs unsteady and clinging to the High Lord for balance as you adjusted to being upright again. A large wooden door stood in front of you, elegant whirling carvings along the edges. You shivered at the bone chilling cold of the stairwell, and Eris was quick to drape his warm cloak over your shoulders.

“Thanks.” You said before shooting him a glare. “But if you throw me over your shoulder like that again, I will nail your balls to the wall.”

Pure predatory smirk overcame Eris’s face as he met your gaze evenly. “Oh, please. We both know you enjoyed being tossed around.”

Your cheeks burned, unable to deny that his words rang partially true. You slapped his arm, and hissed at him, “This surprise better be worth it.”

“Oh, I know it is. Once again, feel free to use your spare time to brainstorm all the ways you can thank me later.” Eris simply winked, turning the knob and pushing the door open. You squinted, eyes taking a second to adjust to the bright morning sunlight that glared at you.

Stepping through the doorway onto the breezy balcony, your eyes began to focus. A tall, male figure stood a few feet away, the rays of the sun shining behind him and casting him in an otherworldly glow. Strands of red hair blew in the breeze, the light reflecting off of a familiar golden eye.

“Lucien…” Your voice was barely above a whisper as tears began to pool in your eyes at the sight of your friend coming into view. His golden skin shone in the light of Autumn, his red hair half tied back, revealing his chiselled, handsome face. It was filled with a mix of emotions as he stared back at you – awe, happiness, regret, all at once.

“Hey there, (Y/N).” Lucien said softly, lips pulling up in a smile.

All nausea and dizziness vanished as you surged forward, running towards your old friend. Your heart raced with excitement as you leapt into his outstretched arms, burying your face in his shoulder. There was no hope at stopping the sobs that choked up your throat, so you let them out. Lucien’s strong arms wrapped around you, holding you up as you clung onto his tall form.

Time was askew as you hugged him. It could have been hours or seconds for all you knew. You hadn’t seen Lucien since those few minutes after you escaped Rhys’s prison, all those weeks ago. 

Eventually, Lucien gently set you down. You turned around to ask Eris how he had found and gotten his brother here so quickly, but your mate had slipped away, leaving you alone with Lucien. When you turned back to your friend, his remaining eye simmered with emotion. “I’ve missed you.” He said, squeezing your hands in his own.

“I’ve missed you, too.” You said through tears. “I’m so sorry, Lucien.”

He frowned. “What do you possibly have to be sorry for?”

“For everything,” You gulped. “For everything you’ve been through, for how you’ve been treated. For not trying to find you sooner–”

Lucien interrupted you sternly. “No. Do not say that. None of this is your fault. You’re safe, that’s all that matters. I’m sorry, too.”

“What do you possibly have to be sorry for?” You threw his words back at him playfully, despite the sadness still lacing your voice.

Lucien squeezed your hands again, regret crossing his kind face. “For not fighting harder for you.”

Your heart cracked a bit at his broken voice. Lucien was the best male you had ever known, always putting others above himself no matter the personal cost. “You showed up with armies from the Spring Court to get me back. I’d hardly call that not fighting for me.”

“I meant before that. Feyre and Rhys told me that you were enjoying Velaris and your new missions as a spy, which was why you hadn’t come to visit me. They even went so far as to bring me a scarf claiming it was from you. I simply believed them, and didn’t question it. It wasn’t until Azriel found me and told me the truth about your situation that I realised what was going on.” 

“Lucien–” You tried to speak, to reassure him that he was not at fault here, but your friend cut you off sharply.

“No, it is not okay.” He said sternly. “I should have known better. I had never trusted Rhysand, but decided to take his word for it anyways. I was living in the human lands minding my own business while you were being tortured by that scumbag. And I will carry that guilt with me for the rest of my life. I failed you, (Y/N). And I am deeply sorry.”

You smiled sadly. “Listen to me. You did not lock me up. You did not deceive people. You did not have anything to do with what happened to me. That was Rhys and Feyre. They failed me, not you. And I made it out, that’s all that matters. You risked your life going back to Tamlin and raising the armies for me. If you really wish to seek penance for your guilt, consider that your debt paid.”

Lucien sighed, shaking his head. “I just can’t believe they put you through that.”

“I can.” You snorted, leading him over to the soft couch by the marble railing, overlooking the vast forest below. 

“With Rhys, yes I agree.” Lucien said as he settled down next to you. “But Feyre… the girl I knew who went under the mountain would not have ripped open a court of innocent people for petty reasons. Before Rhys took her away, she gave her own jewels to a poor citizen who did not have enough money to pay the Tithe. It seemed that every time she went away to the Night Court with him, pieces of her slowly chipped away and were replaced with new ones that Rhys created. She was so young, so vulnerable, and now she’s completely under his spell. The fact she could let any of this happen to you disgusts me, and I am ashamed that she manipulated me into believing she was a better friend to me than I ever was to her.”

The autumn breeze soothed your warm face, the fresh air clearing your foggy mind as you drank in the beauty of the view. Lucien was right – the Feyre you had heard about in the stories of Under the Mountain was not the Feyre you had met. As much as you resented her, you couldn’t help but spare her a shred of pity. “She chose her path,” You said steadily. “Just as I have chosen mine.”

Lucien fiddled with the rings on his fingers, playfully elbowing your ribs. “Your path as High Lady and my awful brother’s wife, you mean.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving him back. “He’s not so bad.”

Lucien laughed sharply, a beautiful sound you had missed dearly. “Ok, sure. Come talk to me in a few centuries when you’ve had enough of his bullshit and are debating throwing him off a cliff.”

“Eris seems so enamoured with me, I’m sure all I’d have to do would be to tell him to go fling himself off the cliff and he’d happily do so without question.”

“Unfortunately, I think you’re right.”

The two of you chuckled, just like old times. You adjusted Eris’s cloak, wrapping it tighter around your body. His scent filled your nostrils, filling you with content. “Lucien,” You said hesitantly. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything.” The male replied with confidence.

You took a breath before speaking. “Eris is my mate. He has been extremely good to me throughout all this, but you’ve known him and this court almost your whole life. What am I truly getting into by marrying him?”

Lucien was silent for a moment, as if contemplating his answer. Regardless, you knew nothing he could say would change your mind. You wanted to marry Eris, and you knew he would look out for you. But marriage and the workings of Autumn? it was still unknown territory for you. 

“Eris has always been a puzzle,” Lucien said slowly. “For as a long as I can remember, he’s been difficult to figure out. Everything he does is for a reason, and sometimes I can never figure it out. He switches personalities so fast it makes my head spin, and I could never tell what kind of male he truly was because of it. He was an excellent brother when Beron was not around, but the second he entered the room Eris became a different person.

“But it’s different with you. He’s different around you and Nesta, like he’s beginning to thaw. I think it will take a while for him to get used to not having to pretend to be Beron’s prodigy. But with time, he will soften up. Eris knows what he wants and will do anything to get it. He will protect you with unyielding loyalty, even if at times he may seem aloof. There will be times where you grow frustrated with him, and he may shut you out. But from what I’ve seen, I have no doubt that the three of you will be able to work things out. As for this court, give it time. The people can be frosty. Do not show weakness, for they will devour every ounce of exposed flesh like starved vultures. With the right leadership, I do believe it can change. But be patient, and unyielding.”

You mulled over Lucien’s words. He was right – it would be ridiculous to think everything would be smooth sailing from here. Being mates did not mean any complications in your dynamic would be immediately soothed over. It would take a long time for you to recover from and process everything that happened since you were sent to the House of Wind. Just as it would take a long time for Nesta to be comfortable with bathtubs and crackling fire. There would be challenges and disagreements, but at your core you knew it was nothing the three of you couldn’t manage.

“And how do you feel about us all together?” You asked. “Me, Nesta, and Eris, I mean.”

Lucien shrugged. “I see no issue with it. As long as the three of you are happy, that’s all that matters.”

“I wish the rest of this court felt that way.” You sighed. “They didn’t react well.”

He barked out a laugh. “No, I can’t imagine they did.”

You tilted your head back, letting the sun warm your face as you sighed. “So, when did you manage to sneak in here? I assume your banishment is lifted.”

“Yes, it is. Eris brought me here yesterday. I spent the day with my mother. Thank you, by the way, for what you did for her.”

Your heart swelled with happiness. You knew how much Lirilla loved Lucien, how much it pained your friend to be away from his mother for so long. She had a soft spot for him, as he was the least cruel out of all her sons. Every day you thanked the Mother that Lucien had not turned out like Beron.

In the distance, three dragons circled the air, sunning their wings in the rays of sunshine. Their gentle cries rumbled throughout the air like a song carried by the breeze. You snuck a glance at Lucien, whose eyes were fixed on the beasts circling the mountains in the distance. “Eris really did it.” He mumbled as Athariel spun upwards and around Zorzimril.

You whipped your head around. “You KNEW he had dragons?”

Lucien was awestruck as he continued observing the creatures. “Technically, yes. But I never believed him. When I was younger, Eris showed me 3 unusual rocks, claiming that they were dragon eggs. We played with them for hours, and I helped him build a nest to keep them warm. He swore me to secrecy, saying it was our own little game. He told me one day the eggs would hatch, and would grow into three big dragons. Then he, myself, and my mother could each climb on one and fly away from everything.” Lucien’s voice grew sombre, his eye darkening as he continued. “Then one day we found the rocks broken, and Eris told me the dragons had flown away after hatching. I was devastated, I had wanted to see one so badly. But he said they were gone, and I was to never breathe a word about them to anyone. I guess the slippery prick found them and raised them in secret on his own.”

“How did Eris keep dragons a secret from everyone?”

“Keeping secrets is one of his many talents. As I am sure you know very well since he hid the fact he knew that he was your mate.”

You snorted at the jibe, rolling your eyes. “Wow, so you really know everything then, don’t you?”

Lucien laughed, stretching his arms and resting his hands behind his head. The image reminded you of a cat sunning itself in the window. “Unfortunately, yes.” He said. “Eris and my mother filled me in. Among other things.”

You frowned. “Among other things? What does that mean?”

Lucien’s expression was grave, and he turned to face you. His golden eye gleamed in the sunlight but was equally intense as his regular eye as he stared you down. “Promise me that what I’m about to say, you keep to yourself, Eris, my mother, and Nesta.” He said seriously.

Confused, you nodded. Lucien took a deep breath before continuing. “Beron was not my father, apparently.”

You blinked in surprise, but bit your tongue. Lucien had always looked slightly different than his brothers, but you had never really thought twice about it. “My mother had an affair with Helion of the Day Court,” Lucien admitted, his voice hollow as if he didn’t even believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “I’m his son, not Beron’s.”

Your jaw was slack. “Wow…” You muttered. “Does Helion know?”

Lucien shook his head. “No. But my mother has always been in love with him. It will take her a while to adjust to a reality without Beron hovering over her shoulder, to allow herself to love him openly. If that is what she desires, of course.”

“And what about you?” You asked your friend. “What do you want from all this? I mean… how does it feel?”

Lucien’s expression was distant, as if his mind was elsewhere. It wasn’t hard to tell by the way his jaw tensed that he was thinking of his childhood with his father, remembering every cruel word and ruthless fist he endured. How maybe if things had been different, he could have been spared Beron’s suffering and been raised by Helion – a father who did not delight in torturing his sons. Lucien had a rough life, one that did not seem to be getting any easier. From being banished from Autumn Court to living in a state of uneasy limbo with his mate who seemingly wanted nothing to do with him, Lucien’s life was never truly stable. He was always bouncing from one place to another, never truly fitting in. 

You hoped that with his banishment lifted, Lucien would choose to come back to Autumn. After months of being separated from your best friend, you wanted nothing more than to have him back by your side.

“I’m not quite sure,” Lucien finally answered. “On the one hand, I am glad I am not actually Beron’s son. But Helion being my father changes very little. I was raised by Beron, and for better or for worse I am the way I am because I was a part of his family. In my blood, I am Autumn Court and always will be.”

“But Helion has no other children,” You pointed out carefully. “Which technically makes you the heir to the Day Court, whether you like it or not.”

He shook his head. “It is a power and title I do not want. I’ve never desired to be a Lord of anything, especially not one of an entire court.”

You smiled softly, leaning your head into his shoulder and sighing contently. “I know. That’s why you’re such a good male.”

Lucien wrapped his arm around your shoulder and squeezed you closer to him. “I will let my mother choose what to do about Helion.” He continued. “She may well want to forget the whole thing and leave the past behind. If that is her wish, I am content to go along with it. If she wants to rekindle a relationship with him, then she may tell him that I am his son, and we would go from there. Besides, not all of us are High Lord power hungry like you.”

You laughed, squeezing your eyes shut. “You’re going to make fun of me for becoming High Lady of your court for as long as we live, aren’t you?”

“Of course.” Lucien purred. “Someone has to keep you humble so that power doesn’t get to that pretty head of yours.”

“Careful,” You teased, grinning. “Or I’ll force you to scribe notes during all the council meetings for a decade.”

“Never mind, reinstate my banishment and bounty, please. I’d prefer that over being your note boy for your and your mates’ stuffy meetings.”

Your laughter echoed across the wind, just as Zorzimril let out a playful screech in the distance. For a few minutes, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, until your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked, “So… speaking of mates, has anything happened with Elain?”

The male sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand. You felt a muscle in his neck twitch at the mention of her name, an instinctual reaction like the mere mention of her rang a bell inside him. “No,” He said stiffly. “And frankly, at this point I wish that she would just sever the bond if she wanted nothing to do with me. It’s agonising. And Feyre and Rhys keep her cloistered away, knowing it would be too hard for me to try and visit her after everything that’s happened. I want Elain to be happy, even if it’s not with me, but I truly don’t think she would be happy in the Night Court. I just… I just want her out of there. To give her a chance to choose her own life.”

“From what I’ve seen, she seems content to let her sister choose her life for her.” You kept your words delicate, not wanting to offend Lucien. As much as he was your friend, he was still a mated male – and now you understood that protectiveness he likely felt.

“I think the Archeron sisters need to be apart from each other.” Lucien said, stiffening but not snarling at your comment. “They’ve all been through a lot, and none of us will ever truly understand the history they have because we did not live it. Nesta needs this freedom here in Autumn to build a life for herself after everything was taken away from her. Feyre, for all her faults, needed to be loved in a way that was different from how her sisters loved her, and now she seems to have that. Elain… Elain has been coddled by both of them, from what I’ve heard. She needs to stand on her own two feet and figure out what she wants and how she can navigate this new life by herself.”

You picked at one of the threads of the cushion. “And you want to help Elain do that? Even if it means she severs the bond?”

He nodded. “Yes. I will not lie and say I would not be upset if she chose to do so, but she deserves the choice. We all do. Besides, isn’t Nesta planning on severing her bond with Cassian?”

“We don’t think there’s even a bond.” You admitted, stomach fluttering with nerves at the mention of Cassian’s name. The three of you still hadn’t figured out how you’d deal with that. “It’s a touchy subject. But we know he isn’t her mate.”

Lucien’s brows furrowed. “But Rhys said Cassian was her mate.”

“And you’re going to suddenly start taking his word now?”

“Point taken.” He corrected himself. 

“Something about the whole situation is just weird.” You muttered. “Maybe a link between them is some kind of punishment from the Cauldron. Azriel is investigating it secretly.”

Your friend raised an eyebrow. “He’s still in the Night Court? After everything he did to go against Rhys?”

“Yup. I think Rhys knows he’s too valuable to lose at the end of the day, which is why his head isn’t on the chopping block. Azriel is good at playing both sides I guess.”

That comfortable silence fell over you for another few minutes as you happily existed in each other’s company. You huddled into Lucien’s warmth, begrudgingly knowing Eris was right and this had been worth getting violently dragged out of bed.

Later, you would think of ways to thank him.

An idea formed in your head as you thought of your mate. You propped yourself up, turning to face your friend. “Lucien?” You asked hesitantly.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes?”

“Can I ask you to do something for me?”

“Sure.”

You took a deep breath, wringing your hands together before blurting out, “Would you walk me down the aisle at the wedding?”

Lucien blinked in surprise, and then a grin spread across his face. “Really?”

You smiled. “Yes. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather have giving me away.”

“Giving you away? I thought you wanted to smash all archaic male-oriented traditions in this court.”

“Don’t be an ass.” You smacked his arm playfully. “I do. But… I won’t have any of my family at the wedding like I always imagined as a child, and you’re the next closest thing. I just want you by my side, that’s all.”

Lucien reached forward, wrapping his big arms around you in an embrace. “Of course I will.” He muttered, squeezing you tight. “Thank you for allowing me the honour.”

The dragons screeched happily in the distance, reflecting the content you felt in your chest. So you inhaled your friend’s familiar scent mixed with the fresh autumn air. Everything you had done to get to this point was all worth it.

 *********************

You all but skipped down the hallway towards Eris’s office in the private library. After hours of talking, Lucien had left to go on a ride through the forest with Lirilla. You had briefly bathed and changed, freshening up to remove the lingering mustiness from your body after the sleepover and alcohol. 

You felt ten times lighter as you swung open the door with a force so strong the expensive knob bounded off the wall. Eris’s head snapped up from where he sat in a plush armchair, a mountain of papers in his hand. He was dressed in a billowy white shirt, the laces at the neckline undone and ever-so-slightly pushed open, revealing part of his toned chest. Red hair was tied back loosely behind his neck, and he raised an eyebrow. “Where’s the fire?” He asked dryly.

You simply bounded across the room in three steps and flung yourself into Eris’s arms, crawling into his lap and pressing your lips against his. His eyebrows shot up and he let out a muffled noise of surprise, but brought his hands up to your hips and pulled you closer. He tasted like cinnamon and coffee, melting in your mouth as you kissed him fiercely. 

Your skin tingled at the sensation of his hands on your hips as they slowly crept downwards, giving your backside a firm squeeze. The mating bond was practically purring in your chest at the contact, urging you to give into your desires. But you reigned yourself in, finally pulling your lips away from Eris’s after your lungs begged for air.

The High Lord smirked up at you, face flushed from your kiss. “I take it you liked your surprise?” His hands stayed on your backside, gently gliding up your hips then back down.

You nodded, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him. “You’re amazing. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

He chuckled, letting his lips drag over the shell of your ear as he spoke. “You’re very welcome, my dear.”

You pulled away, tangling your hands in Eris’s hair, tugging on the end of the locks right by his scalp. The High Lord tilted his chin back and let out a breath, eyelids fluttering as he grinned. You leaned down and pressed your lips to the column of his newly exposed throat. Underneath you, Eris shuddered as you grazed your teeth up his warm, pale skin before pressing a kiss just below his jaw. “What exactly do you think you’re doing, little fox?” He asked, but his voice was strained, hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Thanking you.” You purred, moving your head to the other side of his neck and repeating your actions.

Eris swallowed thickly, but chuckled. “Oh, sweet thing. Thanking me properly will have to wait until after the wedding.”

You leaned back, sitting up and frowning with confusion. Your mate’s subtle rejection stung slightly. “Seriously? I didn’t peg you for the wait until after marriage type.”

“I’m not,” He corrected, sliding his hands up from your hips and onto your lower back, pulling you closer to him once again. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to take you against this very desk and bury myself between your thighs until time loses all meaning. But I have plans for how I want to fuck you, the both of you. And it involves waiting a little longer. Can you do that for me?”

You nodded, but stuck out your bottom lip ever so slightly. Eris smacked your rear sternly. “Don’t pout,” He scolded. “Brats don’t get nice things. And you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“When I feel like it.” You shrugged playfully. Eris’s grin widened like a cat that had just eaten the canary.

“Oh, I am going to have so much fun with you.” His voice was a slick purr, heating up your skin as if his very own fire was running through your veins. Eris pressed a kiss to your cheek, then tapped your hip. “Now, I hate to brush you off like this, but as you can see I have a mountain of paperwork to get through before the wedding to make sure everything is in order. Nesta needs your help in the main hall, she’s all alone with those wedding planners and threatened to shave my head if I don’t send you to her the second you’re done with Lucien.”

You crawled off his lap, rolling your eyes playfully. “Aw, poor High Lord has paperwork.” You said mockingly. “You poor pampered thing.”

Eris shot you a glare. “Careful, little fox. Soon enough you’ll have your own mountain of paperwork as High Lady. That is, if you actually want to help me run this court. Unless you’d rather be like little Archeron over in the Night Court and be just a pretty face.”

You crossed your arms defiantly, knowing he was right. “Fine.” You turned on your heel to exit the study, cringing slightly as you noticed the chip in the wall from where you flung the door open.

“Little fox?” Eris called out.

You turned to face him at the door frame. “Yes?”

Eris’s smirk was devilish as he said coolly, “Do not seek out Nesta to satisfy your desires. She and I have already discussed the matter and are on the same page, so she will say the same thing I have told you, that you have to wait until after the wedding. And don’t you dare try to satisfy your urges on your own. If you do, I will know.”

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[gingerjunhan]

Hellooo~ anon 🌺 it's back! Happy Xmas! Happy New Year! Happy everything 🫡

I would like to request something!

Reaction of XH when reader has a really rough day and they don't talk too much (when they are usually so talkative)

Tysm ly 💖

☆彡 hi 🌺anon! Hope you had a nice holiday season 🫶🏻 sorry this fic literally took me 5ever- college works hard but my writer's block works harder. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

word count: 2,751 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: eating, swearing, reader ✨struggles to talk about their feelings✨, crying, pet names (sunshine, honey, baby, pretty), partially proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

goo gunil

Gunil had invited you over to the dorm for the evening after not hearing from you much throughout the day. During your time together, he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed a little upset. What would typically be an evening of fun, accompanied by your bubbly personality seemed to be missing its usual bubbly aspect.

“Hey,” Gunil looked over at you on your side of his mattress. “I’m gonna grab a snack. Do you want anything?”

You gently shook your head, keeping your focus drawn to anything but Gunil. He let out a soft sigh.

“Honey, what's wrong?” He asked, readjusting on the mattress so he was a little bit closer to you.

“Nothing,” you answered simply.

“Are you sure? You seem awfully quiet today.”

Gunil could always read you like a book. You sighed, “I’m fine.” You still couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Okay,” he stated simply. “I’ll be right back. Don’t miss me too much.” Gunil got up from the mattress and made his way to the door as you finally found yourself cracking a small smile for one of the first times today. No matter what, Gunil always found a way to make you laugh.

Upon his return, Gunil came back into the room with a pack of fruit snacks and two bottles of water. He gave you a gentle smile as he reclaimed his place next to you.

“I brought you a water in case you wanted one,” he offered gently. Wordlessly, you took the bottle from him, cracking it open and taking a drink. “You sure you’re alright? You can talk to me if you want. No pressure, okay?” You nodded, setting your water aside and scooting closer to him. Gunil quickly mimicked your actions, putting his things down as well and opening his arms up to you. You still didn’t say anything once you got comfortable, so Gunil thought he’d get the ball rolling. “Long day?”

You nod in silent agreement, your face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Another silence fell between you as Gunil let you take a second to speak up if you wanted. After not hearing anything, he decided to speak up again.

“Work or school?”

“School,” you answer. “The semester just started and I already think one of my professors hates me.”

“Why would you think that?” Gunil questioned as one of his hands found its way to the back of your head. He was glad to see his gentle prying was starting to work.

“My English professor yelled at me because I sat in someone else's assigned seat on accident.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “We didn’t have the assigned seats the last time, so how was I supposed to know we were supposed to sit in alphabetical order?”

Gunil shook his head. “Some professors are just like that, my love. I’m sorry he embarrassed you.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed again. “It was just shitty.” Gunil nodded in agreement, and the room grew quiet once more. Gunil kept you close to him as he waited to see if you had anything else to say. “Thank you for listening,” you whispered into the small space between you.

Gunil smiled, “Of course, sunshine.” He gave you a soft kiss on the temple. “It’s no problem at all.”

kim jungsu

Jungsu could tell you had a bad day from the second you greeted him at the door. That familiar sparkle in your eye that he loved seemed to be a little bit faded, and the hus you shared after welcoming him in seemed to lack its usual spark as well. As Jungsu took off his shoes, you made your way over to your couch, flopping down and turning your TV show back on. You felt kinda stupid for inviting him over if you were in such a bad mood, but you really didn’t want to spend your evening alone. Jungsu soon joined you on the couch- flopping down directly on top of you, squeezing him between himself and the cushions.

“What are we watching?” He asked, trying to keep the atmosphere light, in hopes of taking your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

“A show,” you reply, voice steady. That’s when he knew something was up for sure. This wasn’t just any show, it was your favorite show. He had heard you go on many passionate rants about this show over the duration of your relationship, so hearing you refer to it as some sort of lackluster camera work almost appalled him.

“What happened?” He asked simply. You looked down at where his head was lying on your chest. “Something is clearly bothering you. What’s up?” One thing was true about Jungsu, he was your best friend first, your boyfriend second, and a mother of five third. All of these things came together into one big ball of worry, and he just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You shook your head, not really wanting to talk about it. You felt your feelings of embarrassment rise over you again. What was the point of being here if you were gonna be in a bad mood the whole time? You started to beat yourself up over it a little bit and the next thing you knew, warm tears started to spill out over your eyes.

“Hey,” Jungsu sat up now, pulling you up with him. “What’s wrong, honey?” His tone was gentle as he wiped your tears from your cheeks. You shook your head again as a means to try and get him to drop the subject. Jungsu knew you had trouble asking for help when you didn’t feel the best, so he decided not to push it anymore. Instead, he pulled you into a tight hug, squeezing you tight against his chest. You wrapped your arms around him as well, holding him tight and seeking comfort in the way he was holding you.

“It’s alright,” he cooed. “I’m here. You’re alright.”

You continued to cry for a short while, neither of you saying a word. The only sounds that could be heard other than your muffled crying were the sounds of the TV show that you had been using to distract yourself from your bad day. One of Jungsu’s hands ran up and down your back in an attempt to comfort you. After a moment, you had seemed to calm down, pulling away slightly to look up at Jungsu with sad eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize instinctively.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he comforted. “I just want to make sure you feel better.”

kwak jiseok

You and Jiseok had a date planned for tonight, but your day has been anything but good. Work had kicked your ass, and your coworkers seemed to continue to kick you while you were already down. You decided not to tell Jiseok about your terrible day, because you could practically see the excitement radiating off of him when he picked you up at your door.

“Wow,” Jiseok gushed. “You look great. Are you ready to go?” You nodded and mustered up the sweetest smile you could as you took his hand. “How was your day?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Okay,” you lied. “How was rehearsal?” Jiseok began to rattle off about his day, filling you in on his typical work shenanigans. Luckily, his stories for today were pretty long, so you didn’t have to contribute much. While Jiseok’s bubbly personality did a good job at lifting your mood, you couldn’t help but feel the cloud of your bad work day looming over you. Eventually, you reached your destination- a cute new boba place that Jiseok had wanted to take you to. You made your way up to the counter to order, and that was when Jiseok finally noticed that you seemed a little quiet.

“Do you know what you want?” He gently nudged your side with his elbow. You nodded, and he smiled. “What do you want? I’ll order it for you.”

You told Jiseok what you wanted and he ordered your drinks and paid. The two of you waited for your drinks, and you sat down together once they both arrived. Jiseok continued to tell stories and try to ask you questions to get you to open up a bit, but nothing seemed to be working. He could tell that you had a rough day, so he didn’t want to force you to talk about it.

“Hey,” he offered. “Did I ever tell you about the time we all got boba, and Jungsu choked on his drink?”

You cocked your head a little bit. “No?”

“He was okay,” Jiseok continued. “But at one point Gunil started to pat his back and try to help him out. So when Jungsu finally stopped choking he just started to lecture Gunil for hitting him too hard.”

You chuckle at this, being able to perfectly imagine this situation going down in your head. You shake your head slightly, “They really do fight like a married couple.”

“They do!” Jiseok laughed. “I’m surprised Gunil didn’t try to kiss him to make him feel better after.”

At this, you let out your first real laugh of the evening, and Jiseok smiled wide. You finally seemed to be forgetting about your bad day.

“Oh my god,” you laughed. “Do you remember that time Gunil pinched his finger and actually tried to make Jungsu kiss it better?” Your laughter was contagious as Jiseok also recalled the memory. You both continued to talk and laugh as you recalled funny memories back and forth, and soon enough your bad day was completely behind you.

oh seungmin

Seungmin was in your bedroom, scrolling through his socials while you were in the bathroom. You told him that you’d had a bad day with your classes, and simply refused to give any other information aside from, ”It was just a long day.” He’s been here for about an hour, and nothing seemed to make you open up to him yet. He didn't want to force you to talk if you didn’t want to, so he just tried his best to keep the energy light. He’s been online shopping for a little bit, allowing you to pick out some clothes for him or asking for your opinion on some things.

After a while, you came back from the bathroom, and when Seungmin looked up from his phone to see you in the doorway, his heart broke.

“Oh baby…” He sat up, quickly discarding his phone. You made your way over to him with tears on your cheeks. You didn’t even have time to make it to the bed before Seungmin was on his feet and rushing towards you. You were wrapped up in his arms and pulled into his chest. You weakly wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself cry. Seungmin squeezed you tight, trying his best to make you feel comfortable.

“You sure you don’t want to talk about it?” He asked after a few moments. You nodded, finally calming down a little bit. Seungmin knew that your major had a heavy workload, so he always tried his best to make sure the stress didn’t get to you. “How about we lay down, hmm?” You nodded into his chest, and then led you over to your mattress. The two of you got comfortable, with you laying your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His arms stayed wrapped around your waist.

“Do you have class all day tomorrow?” He asked.

“No.”

“Then we should go out tomorrow. We can go wherever you want. I just feel bad that you’re so stressed.”

“It’s okay,” you sniffed.

“Not on my watch.” He let a kiss linger on your hairline. “I can’t let my baby be this stressed out. So give it some thought, and we can do whatever you want, okay?”

You nodded.

“Do you need anything right now?”

You shook your head.

“If you need something just let me know, alright? I love you.”

A small smile formed on your lips. “I love you too.”

han hyeongjun

Typically, you were the one who carried the conversations between you and Hyeongjun on most days. Granted, he was more talkative with you than he was with most other people, but it wasn’t uncommon for you to get the ball rolling.

Your shift had finally ended, so you have decided to pick up some dinner and run it to Hyeongjun at the studio. You figured that even if you had a bad day, maybe you could help make his day a good one. Once you got into the studio, you find Hyeongjun in one of the private practice rooms. Upon seeing you, he smiled.

“Hello,” he beams, setting his guitar to the side.

“Hi,” you smile back. “I brought you some dinner.”

“Thanks,” he gets up to greet you, taking the food from your hands. “How was work?”

You shrug, “Long.” Hyeongjun instantly notices how you’re giving him short answers. He gives you a confused look.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head and put down your things, making yourself comfortable on the floor. Hyeongjun decides to join you, taking the spot next to you and distributing all of the food. The two of you mainly eat in silence, other than the occasional short question Hyeongjun would ask. He wasn’t really sure what to do in order to get you to open up. You seemed pretty insistent on keeping whatever was bugging you to yourself, and he didn’t want to intrude. Dinner came and went in silence, and Hyeongjun cleaned up your takeout containers before throwing them away.

“Thank you for dinner, pretty,” he playfully patted your head as he stood to clean up your things. You looked up at him, smiling briefly.

When Hyeongjun returned, he picked up his guitar and made his way back down to the floor next to you. Wordlessly, he began to strum a tune, and you quickly found yourself getting lost in it. It was almost as if the music he played made the stress of your day melt off. After his song ended, Hyeongjun gave you a smile.

“Feeling any better?” He asked.

You nodded and gave him a genuine smile. “Thank you.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he replied, beginning to play a new song for you both.

lee jooyeon

You and Jooyeon were walking from your place to the dorm, enjoying the calm, evening scenery. Gunil was in charge of “family dinner” tonight, and he had told Jooyeon that he should invite you over. The two of you haven’t been dating for very long, but all of the others had seemed to gain a liking towards you rather quickly.

He held your hand as you walked, and he couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to be in your own little world.

“Hey,” he lightly bumped your body into yours. “What are you thinking about?”

You looked up at him. “Nothing much.”

“Oh, come on,” he prompted. “You’ve clearly got something going on in that pretty little head of yours.” You chuckled lightly at his comment. “What’s up?”

“Work sucked today.”

Jooyeon frowned a bit. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“You sure?”

You shook your head again.

“Alright,” he nodded. “I’m here if you change your mind, okay?” He squeezed your hand, causing you to smile quickly- acting as a silent thank you.

After a while, you and Jooyeon had walked past a shop that had speakers playing outside. Jooyeon looked at you and smiled. “I love this song!” You had never heard the song in your life, but that didn’t stop Jooyeon from pretending to serenade you right then and there on the sidewalk- fake microphone and all. He had completely stopped walking, taking a moment to dedicate this performance to you.

You laughed a little bit- partially from his charm, and also partially from embarrassment because you could clearly see the people from inside of the shop looking at the both of you. Laughing, you tugged Jooyeon away from the store.

“What?” He questioned while laughing as well. “Did you not like the show?”

“I loved it,” you beamed. “But the people inside didn’t seem to appreciate your stage presence.”

You both continued to laugh as you made your way to the dorm, where you were met with friendly faces and the smell of good food. As you took off your shoes, you couldn’t help but to absentmindedly hum the song Jooyeon had sang for you, completely forgetting about your bad day.

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[natsuzoku]

TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK

feat. Bokuto, Kuroo, Mattsukawa and Kageyama

TW: none really, just a sick gn!reader and a lot of fluff

A/N: Repost from my old blog.

BOKUTO really wishes he could take away all that pain, even bear it himself if that meant you’d be okay. He’d ask you often if you’d like to be cuddled because he wants to keep you warm.  

“Mmm, Bo, you don’t have to be so close, love” you whisper, “You’ll fall sick.”

These words were only counterproductive, as you feel his grip on you tighten. “I’m not gonna get sick, and I’m not letting you go, okay?” Bokuto is well aware that he isn’t the best cook, so he gets Akaashi to make you some lovely chicken soup in hopes that you feel better. The boy is extremely paranoid, but he tries to keep his anxiety in control, so as not to worry you. He finds himself reading tons of WikiHow articles on how to nurse a sick loved one because he wants to learn and give you the best care there is out there.

You're the light of his life and he'd do anything to keep you happy and healthy.

KUROO knows you’re sick when he feels your body heat up beside him as you lay sleeping. His efforts to gently rouse you went in vain as you didn’t escape the clutches of your feverish doze. Not batting an eyelid, the man quickly grabs a cloth and some water and spends the rest of the night by your bedside, occasionally replacing the cloth on your forehead as he tries to bring down your temperature. You wake up groggily to find him making breakfast.

“Here you go, I made you something light and healthy. You’re running a fever, so I’ll take the day off to care for you. And don’t forget to eat up the fruits!”

He quickly changes the subject when you ask him if he’s slept well, and digs into breakfast like he just drank a can of Red Bull. Kuroo will go a hundred sleepless nights if he could make sure that you’d rest well.

You don’t care about being sick, and MATTSUKAWA is quite aware of that. So when you sit in front of your laptop that morning, neglecting your raging headache and the rising fever, he decides to draw the line.

“Hey. Look at me”, he tells you softly, but firmly. “Listen, you’re mature enough to know your own body and its limits, but even you will admit that you’re sick.”

“Don’t you pride yourself on your work? If you do work when you’re sick, there’s no way it is going to be as good as the work you do when you’re okay, and no, don’t argue with me on that. So if you want to do substandard work in discomfort, be my guest. Or else, you can relax in bed for a while and wait for your body to get better so you can be yourself again.”

Five minutes later, you find yourself in your bed, waiting for Mattsun to bring you your favourite warm drink as you choose a channel to watch. You might be grumbling at the moment, but you’ll thank him later for getting you to rest, and he knows it.

KAGEYAMA knows you were overworking yourself at a rate where you'd fall sick, but he can’t seem to convince you as you always told him to practice what he preached. He knows how much you’d exert yourself, ignoring all the warning signs your body was giving you because according to you, work is much more important to you than your health. So when you wake up one morning, face visibly flushed with the fever you were running, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

"No, you are not going to work. You're sick, love. You need rest." He stated, simply and firmly, tucking you back in bed albeit your reluctance.

Kageyama is quite clueless on how to take care of you; the poor bean is so nervous that he’d mess things up. He’ll frequently call Hinata to make sure that he was doing all the right things. For once, volleyball isn’t the first thing on his mind, because right now, the only thing that needs his attention is you. He may be awkward about it, but you know he how much he loves you in the way he does the little things.

comments and reblogs highly appreciated!

[walli3darl1ng]

i fumcking, love your, writing!!!!!!!! i hope you don’t mind my request- feel free to delete it if you do!!

maybe the neighborhood with a person who’s maybe a Bubak or a Jōrogumo? (if you don’t wanna write the neighbors you can do a x reader if you want!)

make sure to take care of yourself and drink water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- 🫂Hugging Anon🫂

THIS IS SO INTERESTING

I have to do research on this and I got ideas for a Jōrogumo!reader. It’s gonna be everyone but more towards our shopkeeper; Howdy Pillar!

I love that man, I want to hug him!🥺💖

In my research, I found out that a jōrogumo is female. Quote, from wiki, “it can shape-shift into a beautiful woman.”, so I will be using she/her pronunciation. You’re free to change it I won’t be emphasizing it that much except your appearance. I hope that’s okay!

Also! Trigger warning for Arachnophobia because honey….

You are one! So please if that will make you uncomfortable don’t read! I’m sure I’ll make another request suited for you :) okay! Let’s get started I hope you like it.

Howdy sighs softly while turning the open sign to close. For the past week, his fruits and vegetables had been going missing in the back storage unit and he doesn’t know why!

Originally, he thought it was Willy, that little puppet would just snatch a bright red apple any chance he got. But he soon realized that it’s not only the apples that got taken but other fruits as well as vegetables.

Next, he thought maybe there’s an animal taking to food. That was quickly thrown out the window when he realized that this neighborhood is a pretty clean one. No sight of rodents within the neighborhood, just out in the woods.

Howdy jumps when he hears a crash in the back and quickly goes to investigate. Upon opening the door he sees you, a long haired, really pretty spider-human. You are currently inspecting an avocado, holding it in your hand and lifting it up to your nose and sniffing it. When you didn’t get anything you open your mouth, showcasing your fangs and taking a bite.

You quickly pull away when the earthy taste along with the core in the middle gave you an unpleasant impression on the avocado, you drop it and spit the rest out.

Howdy was still thinking on what he’s seeing right now, how did you get here? Why are you here? And why did you bite an avocado?

Wait…

Spider?!

It just hit howdy that you’re a spider!

“Um, excuse me?” He jumps when you turned to him and hissed, quickly crawled up the wall and into a corner. “Wait! I’m sorry, come on out I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You push yourself closer to the corner hopping that would hide you but the man keeps inching closer. Seeing as you won’t come down Howdy hums and think on how to calmly get you down. Find an idea he tells you to wait here and walk out. Finding this interesting you did as you were told, staring up on the corner of the ceiling.

Coming back with a knife, Howdy take an avocado and cuts it up. This made you curious and walk down from the corner, now in the middle of the wall, tilting your head at his actions.

Seeing that you weren’t scared anymore he steps closer and holds the plate of now cut avocados and holds it up to you. He sees you hesitant but eventually with each little step your eight spider legs make he gets more details of you.

Long, flow-y, slick hair, three pairs of eyes all shining with curiosity at the once dark drown-black avocado now looking a bright green color. You look up at howdy, as if asking for permission and he gives you a smile and nudges the plate towards you gently. “Go on, they’re really good without the skin.”

You glance down at the avocado and with your fingers you carefully take the half and smell it, still nothing, is it still safe to eat?

Noticing your hesitation once again, it’s safe to say you’ve never seen anyone or anything before and starts getting a little worried. Why are you here? Howdy takes the other half, gaining your attention, and takes a bite, showing you it’s safe. “Hmm! Good, see?”

Peeking up, you take a bite and with just a few chews you swiftly eat the rest in no time flat. Well now Howdy knows who’s been taking the merchandise, but why? Humming he sees you turn and walk back on the wall. Aha!

One of your legs are injured! He thinks that’s why you haven’t left and sit on the makeshift corner hammock you made out of your web. He’s worried that you’ll get sick if not properly cared for, you’re probably cold too with only some leaves and vines covering you up, For now he’ll let you be.

Morning came and you are awaken by the door and you see howdy peek in. He smiles when he saw you rubbing a set of eyes. “Good morning, how did you sleep?”

You crawl out of your hammock and down the wall carefully. Once in front of howdy you smile up at him and touching his hand, their freezing!

“You’re cold! Here, let me introduce you to my friends and they can help you feel right at home, sound like a plan?” He woke up early and called a neighborhood meeting to discuss what he found and everyone was more then welcome to help out. But now thinking about introduction, Howdy hasn’t told you his name! “Oh, how rude of me! I’m Howdy, Howdy Pillar.”

You tilt you head. The taller puppet points at himself and repeats himself. “Me, Howdy,” then points at you. “And you are?”

You mimic him; pointing at him. “Howdy,” your voice was soft and silky but strong. Howdy enjoyed that melody of his name coming from you. You then point at yourself. “Me, Y/n.”

“That’s it, good job! Me, Howdy. You, Y/n.”

You giggle and jump from excitement your eyes dialing at his praise.

“Come on, people are here to meet you.” Howdy takes you hand and leads you out the storage unit gently. One pair of hands on either shoulder while the other one was on your back and the other holding your small hand. You were nervous, are these people nice? Will they hurt you? You take your free hand and reach up to holds one of Howdy’s hands that on your shoulder. He takes notice and holds your hand.

Now at the front of the store you see a group of colorful people. You feel out of place, the only color you have is a tad of yellow, other then that it’s mixes of red, brow and black.

They all stare at you while you tilt your head and get scared when they all start talking at once.

“Oh my goodness! She’s so pretty!”

“Her hair is so long! I bet it’s soft!”

“The poor thing is shivering.”

You got overwhelmed by the sound and trying to make out all that they were saying. You cover your ears and cower close and behind Howdy pressing your upper body close to his back in hopes that would make them stop.

“Okay, guys that’s enough, you’re scaring her.” Howdy scolds, side stepping a bit and pulls you close next to him. “It’s okay, they’re just happy to meet you, right?”

“Oh goodness! We’re sorry, howdy, yea we’re just happy to meet someone as unique as she is.” Julie flaps her arms around in excitement, Frank holding her arms to keep her from hitting Wally in the face.

“She’s a spider, after all.”

“An injured spider, the poor thing look at her leg.” Poppy softly mentioned, all now looking at her wound on her leg.”

“We should help, right?” Sally looks up at poppy, who nods and quickly goes to get her medical kit, sally and Frank followed.

The whole day it was the neighborhood taking care of you. But since you refused to leave the store, insisted on staying with Howdy by climbing over and behind the front counter and holding one of Howdy’s hand.

First it was poppy helping your wound, making sure you’re okay even though you scare her a bit. Your eyes is what makes her nervous so you stick to looking away from her.

While getting treatment sally comes back with a folded up fabric. She made you some clothes since you’re cold. It’s a simple yet adorable long sleeve shirt and a sweater. You finally got some color!

After that Julie got intel from Howdy that you seem to love avocados so she made you some guacamole! How doesn’t like guac?!

Later, you were getting a bit of sun just outside the store laying your spider body on the grass while you let Sally and Julie mess and style your hair. Wally soon walked over and sat next to you, not saying a word he leans on your back and climbs on. You twisted your torso back to watch him with curiosity.

“Wally! Get off her!”

“You’re not letting me finish the braid!”

“She smells like apples.” Wally nuzzles into your hair. At this point you let this happen until Howdy comes out and puts a stop to it, giving him an apple and you an avocado.

Barnaby is a bit scared of you but that doesn’t stop this funny and charming puppet to give you a spider plushy.

Eddie and Frank work on a blanket for you, a quilt with everyone’s color scheme.

So now you don’t feel out of place.

You’re home.

[sk1nnyblowfien]

WL TIPS 🎀 (I’ve lost 13kg so far by doing this)

Calorie Deficit:

Burn more calories than you eat for example, i walk a lot and on my fitness app i have a target of burning 500 calories a day.

So on the days that i burn that amount i’ll eat around 300-350cals.

Low calorie, high volume food

Obviously only eating 200-400cals a day isn’t good but it works, so to make sure that you feel full even though you’re not consuming a lot of calories, you have to eat foods that are filling but low calorie. E.g fruits, yogurt, rice etc.

Half a watermelon is 150cals but so is a chocolate bar…. which one will fill you up more? WATERMELON because of the amount.

Liquid Fasts

Liquid fasting is hard at first but the more you do it the easier it gets. Personally i can’t fast without being able to have drinks because firstly i just really don’t like water and drinking too much of it makes me feel sick, it also doesn’t fill me up which is the whole point of fasting, when u feel hungry u chug water to fill u up, but that doesn’t work on me so instead of water fasting i replace water with monster. If you’re gonna do this only drink zero sugar monsters they are only 11-15cals a can, where as normal monsters are 200-300cals a can. Another alternative is diet coke it has 0 cals a can. Also aim to liquid fast once or twice a week maximum but no more than that or else it could trigger a binge.

How to prevent binging

I’m ngl when you start restricting your food intake in these ways you will binge along the way because it takes time for your stomach to get used to not eating as much. The ways that i prevent binging is to distract myself i’ll do things like go on a walk, watch a long film, look at thinspo, scroll on ed tumblr etc. but that won’t always work. If i’ve binged the first thing i do is go on a walk to try and burn as many calories as i can. If you have binged the night before don’t starve yourself the next day because you will most likely binge again, instead eat small portions of food and go on a walk and drink alot of water so you feel full and so that your stomach resets back to only needing small amounts of food to be full. Another thing to not do after a binge is weigh yourself because it will honestly make you feel like shit and it could make you give up or starve yourself and remember if u starve after a binge you’re very likely to binge again. So after a day or two after your binge do a liquid fast and weigh yourself in the morning.

How to accurately weigh yourself

If you want to weigh yourself the best time to do it is in the morning right after waking up but remember to pee first. Weigh yourself naked bcs clothes add weight.

Hair also adds weight so just tie it up with a thin hair band. Take off any bracelets, necklaces or rings you have on. Also make sure the scale is on a flat hard surface for best accuracy (don’t put it on carpets or rugs).

[pokegalla]

Requested by @theneurodivergentdummy

Hey! Sorry I took awhile! Been writing my fanfic and working with some messed up sleep schedule AND irl stuff. But I owe you one writing and here it is!

How does Sugar and Red take care of a S/o who gets weak from period?

Red:

* Yeah he’s a tough guy…..but seeing you come home from work in tears made him drop the act in seconds. He was comforting you, holding you close to him. He swore if somebody hurt you, he’ll kick their ass- oh. Oh it was your period? Well he was more relieved now…..he’s glad nobody hurt you…..

* But OH boy…..this poor boy quickly panics when you feel faint. Luckily he knows what to do, sitting you down properly on the couch and putting your feet up. He makes sure you are safe.

* Once he knows for sure that you are, he teleports away, then in seconds comes back with snacks, a LOT of water, tea, a heated blanket, and a rag for your head.

* It’s a sweet moment as he tends to you……because you can see him shaking slightly. Poor guy was so worried for you…..still fun to tease though-

Mini story time!!!

Red had to take deep breaths as he collected everything he needed. Everything is fine, you’ll be fine. It ain’t the end of the world……but stars that scared the soul outta him. Seeing you get so…..weak? Definitely something he didn’t wish to see. He immediately thought the worst. Luckily it’s just some damn period…..

He teleports back, “Heya sweetheart….how yah feeling?”

“I’m….I’m alright…..just a little woozy…..,” You admitted.

It could have been worse if it weren’t for your bone-friend’s quick reaction…..you were thankful that’s for sure. You try sitting up but he wouldn’t let you.

“You almost fainted dumbass…..just….let me do it,” He said.

Now you were in surprise to see a side of him he never shows: A sweet and nurturing side. He tended to you, helping you drink, putting the cold rag on your head to cool your head so you wouldn’t overheat in the blanket. Rubbing your tummy at times and constantly asking how you felt to make sure you were okay. It was…..so endearing. You couldn’t help but tear up a bit.

Red sweat dropped, “Yah good….?”

“Heh yeah…..just…..being emotional. But thank you…..you are the best,” When you said that and smiled? His soul skipped a beat.

“……stop acting all cute before I’m the one who’s gonna pass out,” He grumbles. You laugh wholeheartedly and he smiles. He’s glad to see you laughing and smiling again. It makes him at ease. You two cuddle and eventually fall asleep together on the couch.

Sugar:

* This gentle giant HATES to see you upset. He feels so bad about it and wants to hold you until you feel better. Oh but seeing you come home in tears, wailing about your terrible cramps? Oh how his soul aches to see you in so much pain…..

* He does get a shock when you feel faint. He read about it before but it still scared him a bit. No worries though! He’s a big boy and he valiantly brings you to a bath! You felt the warm soapy bath water as he helps you sit inside. He places a cool wet rag atop your head and kinda just hugs you to comfort you.

* Once you are feeling a bit better, he leaves for a moment and comes back with a bowl of fruits and a cup of ginger ale. He read that it would help keep you hydrated which is very important! And ginger ale has both the sugar and ginger you need to feel better!

* He gives you so much praise for being strong enough to still handle work after all this pain. Even now he’s proud on how you are handling this. He is definitely going to spoil you-

Mini story time!!!

“Are Y-You Feeling Better…..?” Sugar asked, rubbing your back in smooth circles.

“Yeah…..thanks to you,” You smile a bit.

This made Sugar smile more, “You Are So Strong…..I Can’t Imagine The Pain You’re Going Through…..But You’re Doing Great! I’m So Proud Of You! My Strong S/o!”

You giggle, “Sugaaaaar…..”

He giggles too, “Oh But I Mean It! You Truly Are Amazing….” He kisses the top of your head, “Here. Eat Some More Fruit And Drink Your Ginger Ale. It Will Help You Feel Better.”

He helps feed you and giving you your drink. The bath was warm and the rag on your head felt cool…..he helped wash you up as well, giving you so many hugs and a few kisses too. You felt so safe and loved in his arms…..and he felt like he was on cloud nine having you snuggled up to him. He kisses your cheek, making you giggle.

“There’s That Wonderful Smile…..,” He rubs your head, playing with your hair, “How Does Ice Cream Sound?”

“Like an awesome idea my good sir✨,” You said with a little flair, making Sugar laugh.

You both happily eat ice cream together, telling each other funny anecdotes and simply enjoying one another.

[callsigndragon]

Seeing Red | Ch. 22: Unpleasant visitor ✍️

Word count: 3.3k (it's a long one, y'all)

Warnings: TOP GUN HUBBY & DAD AGENDA BROUGHT TO YOU BY YOUR HUMBLE WRITER. mentions of the past, mentions of sex, sad, fluff and bit of laughter all mixed together, bit of jealous jake. mentions of drinks aaaand swearing here and there.

A/N: okay y'all, this is a long one, and there's gonna be some INTERESTING things coming soon. We're getting closer to the truth, babes. Just wait a bit longer.

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“Ava, don’t go near the water without us!” Reuben raises his voice so his daughter can hear him, but she’s more occupied running around with her new friend, Liam.  

“How do you feel about having Liam as your future son-in-law?” You joke, recording a video of Liam, Ava, and Ted laughing while chasing each other. 

“His mom raised him well. I can’t ask for anything better.” He follows your joke, smiling and sitting down with you. “I bet it was hard. It is hard for me and Jazz, but we have each other.” 

“It wasn’t easy. I had my mom, fortunately. But yeah, it was a challenge.” 

“Did you regret it?” He looks into Jake’s blue cooler, filled with drinks and some food. 

“Never. He’s the love of my life.” You smile, showing him a picture of the three kids. “And those are yours.” 

“Look at my babies. It’s funny because when I met my wife, I thought I would never love someone as much as I loved her.” He chuckles and zooms in on the photo on your phone. “And then Ava came. She wasn’t planned, you know.” 

You nod, watching Liam play with the sand. “Liam wasn’t either. Well, you know that already.” 

Mickey sits in front of you, a bottle of sunscreen in his hands. “Can you help me?” 

“Am I the designated mom of the group?” You laugh, getting the bottle out of Mickey’s hands. 

“Before you came, it was Sarge.” 

“Sarge?” You put sunscreen on his back, making sure that everything’s covered. 

“My wife. That’s her rank. She works at SDPD.” 

“Woah, she must be an amazing woman.” You pat Mickey’s side. “Done, Mickey” 

“Thank you!” He turns around, puts on his glasses, and smiles. “What a good day with the family.��� 

“Yeah, when you don’t have a black eye.” Rooster groans, taking a soda can out of the cooler and pressing it to his eye. 

“Next time, don’t go around spreading false information.” Phoenix sits next to Mickey, handing him some fruit. “You want?” 

“Thank you, sweet lady.” He takes one grape and eats it. “Where’s Jake?” 

You turn your head toward the kids, now being followed by a blonde, shirtless cowboy who pretends to be a dinosaur. “Being a kid.” 

“Next one in line is Bob.” Phoenix says, moving when Javy returns from the car, so he can sit down. “Found the glasses?” 

“Yeah, they fell to the floor. Were you talking about Bob?” 

“Bob wants to be a father?” You ask Phoenix. 

“Bob is on the way to being a father. Her wife is pregnant. That’s why they aren’t here today. Bob went to tell his in-laws.” 

“Another baby to play with.” Mickey says in a singsong voice. 

Jake comes back, and Payback moves so he can sit next to you. You roll your eyes behind your sunglasses. “Those kids can run a marathon.” 

“We were saying before that Liam is gonna be Payback’s future son-in-law.” You inform him. 

Jake nods, smiling. “I’m gonna have the prettiest grandkids.” 

They start talking about the future, about Bob’s baby, weddings, and stuff, reminiscing about things from a time when you weren’t around. You smile and nod, laughing at the funny stories of how Payback and Bob met their girls, and it makes you remember your own story—how you met Jake five years ago. 

“You’re thinking about it, too, right?” Jake whispers, his hand moving to your back as a way of calling your attention. 

“You were the biggest idiot ever.” You laugh out loud, making the rest drop their conversations and enjoy the small but sweet interaction between you and Jake. 

“Oh my, it’s the story of how you two met?” Nat grins, memories of that night coming to her mind. 

“We need to know. Please.” Mickey begs, pointing at him and Payback. “And Bob. But he’s not here.” 

"Well, it all happened-” you start, but you see a man approaching the kids, the sun hitting you in the face and blocking your vision. “Who’s that?” 

All of you turn to look at the children. Liam is hiding behind Ava; Ted is unbothered, playing with a seashell he just found. Jake, Reuben, and you get up quickly and move towards the man, who turns out to be your boss. Cyclone. What is he doing here? 

"You've gotta be kidding me.” Jake hisses under his breath, moving quickly to get his son. “Hey, Cyclone.” 

“You’re all here! I was just talking with little Liam, but he seems to have forgotten about me already.” He tries to tickle Liam, whose first reaction is to hide his face in his dad’s neck. “He’s a bit shy, isn’t he?” 

“Not really. Maybe he doesn’t like you.” Jake suggests with a smirk. You smack him on the head. “Not you too.”

“Don’t be a dick!” you whisper yell, before turning to Cyclone. “He sometimes forgets people quickly, yeah.” 

“Red, you look beautiful in that sundress.” Cyclone comments, and a part of you cringes. Yeah, you’re not a fan of the kind of attention you’re getting. 

“Oh, thank you.” You look at your watch, “I think it’s time for Liam to get an afternoon snack; we should head with the rest.” 

“It’s been nice to meet you outside the academy,” Jake says, turning around and grabbing your hand with his free one, the other helping secure Liam, who is placed on his hip. “You want some fruit, bubs?” 

“Bananas!” Liam grabs his dad’s ear, an odd habit he has picked up in the last few days. 

“How do we ask things?” 

“Bananas, please.” Liam corrects himself, smiling at his dad. 

“That’s my boy,” Jake praises him, kissing his cheek. “Let’s go eat some bananas, with mama and dada.” 

“You know what? I think I’m gonna stay for a bit.” Cyclone says, walking away from you and sitting down next to Mickey, who glances your way and pulls down his glasses, wide eyes asking what he can’t say aloud. 

“Did he just invite himself?” Reuben asks, carrying a kid in each arm. 

“Yep. Just like that.” You mutter, cleaning the sand off Liam’s feet. 

“I swear to God that this man becomes more insufferable each day.”

“¿Qué cojones hace Cyclone aquí?” Mickey asks Phoenix, who just shrugs.  (What the fuck is Cyclone doing here?)

“Ni idea. Pero parece que nadie le quiere aquí. ¿Se ha invitado él solo?” She answers him, glancing at Cyclone, who is trying to play with Ted, who is still very unbothered by his presence. (I don't know. But seems that nobody wants him here. Has he invited himself?)

“¿Este huevón está intentando conquistar a Roja?” (This asshole is trying to win Red over?)

“Eso creo.” (I think so)

“Voy a enseñarle a no meterse con las mujeres de otros.” Mickey clears his throat. “Hey, Red. You were about to tell us how you and Jake met.” (I'm gonna show him to not mess with other people's women)

“Oh no, please. That’s my most embarrassing story” Jake hides his face in Liam’s hair, who has fallen asleep. He’s wearing his dad’s t-shirt as a blanket, covering his body so he doesn’t get sunburned.

“Now I need to know,” Payback laughs while applying more sunscreen to Ava’s face. 

“So, we met 5 years ago…” You begin, making Jake groan. You continue with a devilish smirk. “We were all in Pensacola, I just arrived and went to a bar, it was supposed to be an aviator bar, and I wanted to meet the locals and see who was gonna be my workmates.” 

“Let me say that me and Red met at Top Gun, but we never met after that until that day.” Phoenix continues, filling in some details important to your story. 

“Yeah, that’s right. Well, so I entered this bar…”

“The Cubi?” Mickey asks. 

“Yeah, that one! It’s like a museum.” 

“And the first thing she saw was me, the hottest girl at the pub.” Phoenix chimes in. 

“Well, that was until Red walked in.” Jake points out, and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. 

“The thing is that I walked into the bar and talked for a while with Nat; she left to look for someone, and that’s when Hangman, in the flesh, decided to try his luck.” 

Jake lifts a finger to interrupt. “In my defense, when I saw you, I had a feeling that you were a special girl, and that I shouldn’t waste my opportunity, or someone else would take you away from me.” 

“I would have been that one.” Rooster comments, making you jump. You thought he had fallen asleep.  

“Buddy, you should shut up before your right eye ends up like the left one.” Jake warns, making you snort. These two need to stop fighting. “Anyway, the more I talked to her, the more I noticed this feeling. It was something that I had never felt before. I was amazed by her beauty, her smile, and just her general aura.” 

“But there was a problem!” Javy speaks with a mysterious tone. They are enjoying this so much. 

“What problem? Please, tell me you didn’t have a boyfriend.” Mickey gasps, covering his mouth.

“I didn’t tell him I was an aviator, and he was bragging about his job.” 

“No shit.” 

“Language” Payback, Jake and you scold at the same time. 

“Aaaah huevón, sigue.” 

“Translation: Please, go on.” Reuben explains, and you shake your head. 

“I know he didn’t say that.” 

“You know Spanish?” 

“The basics, I guess.” 

You look at Cyclone, who has been oddly silent since the story began. His eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, and you can’t know for sure what he’s thinking. Not that you care, honestly. 

“Anyway, where were we?” Javy tries to remember. 

“Jake being horny.” You signal, earning a nudge from the blonde man. “Auch.”

“Did I ever insinuate that I wanted to have a one-night stand with you?” Jake pushes his glasses down his nose, looking at you. Yeah, he’s telling the truth. There’s no way those emerald eyes can hide anything from you. 

“Well, not really...” Now that he brings that up, it’s true. He was flirting like the world was ending the next day, and you were enjoying every second of it. Jake was a bit more egotistical back then, and he sure thought that he was the best pilot to ever enter the Naval Academy, but there was something that attracted you. His confident smile, maybe? The way he leaned closer to you whenever you talked, so he didn’t miss a single word? How he made you feel like the only girl in the bar? But not once did he try to get in your pants. “Wait, we spent the next three months being friends with benefits!” 

Jake shrugs, kissing Liam’s head. “It was the only way you allowed me to be with you. So I took the only chance I had.”

“You literally fell in love with her that night,” Reuben says, lifting an eyebrow as if it were so unbelievable. 

“Damn right.” 

You cover your face in embarrassment. “Now I feel like an idiot.” 

“You were as in love with him as he was.” Nat rolls her eyes, eating another grape. “But denial ain’t just a river in Egypt, you know.” 

“Shut up.” You groan. 

“But how did you two end up dating?” Mickey insists, wanting to know the entire story. 

You tell him how much tension grew during those three months between the two of you. The first weeks of your relationship were more physical. Making out at every possible moment and ending up at the back of his car or in your house or anywhere there was a solid surface. Sometimes all you needed was a wall. Jake has always been a strong man. 

Somewhere between the first and second month, Jake started to stay with you in bed the morning after. Sometimes it led to a second or third round. Sometimes it led to shower sex. But the majority of the time, you two ended up having random conversations, your limbs tangled between his and your white sheets. You didn’t know where your arm ended and where his began. And you couldn’t care less. It was one of those mornings when you discovered that Jake smiles in his sleep. It was something only you and not anyone else knew, because, from what you’ve heard from Bradley, he was never one to stay the night. 

But he always stayed with you. 

Random pillow talks turned into him waking up before you to make you breakfast. He always tried to finish it before you woke up, but it was futile. The bed wasn’t as warm without him. 

Breakfast led to romantic dinners. Movie dates. Endless cuddling sessions. Looking for each other at the bar. Becoming his wingman. Being glued together every single waking second you could spend together. His hand was always on the small of your back, or your thigh, whenever he was talking to someone, as if he wanted to mark you as his for any idiot who dared to look your way. 

It was only a matter of time before that tension, those unsaid feelings that both of you had, became a problem. 

“So you were basically together.” Mickey sums up all you just told him in one single sentence, and somehow that makes you laugh like a maniac. 

“The only ones who didn’t know were them��� Rooster deadpans, getting a red popsicle from the cooler. 

“And you never tried to be with somebody else?” Reuben inquires, casting a quick glance at Cyclone. 

“Why would I look around and search for another thing when I had everything I wanted right there?” You simply answer, making a corner of Jake’s lips lift.

“I just didn’t know if she felt the same as I did.” 

“How did you find out?” Mickey questions again, and you notice him typing a lot on his phone. You're not sure if he’s taking notes for Bob or actually sending him texts with the most interesting parts of your story. 

“We got into a fight.”

If you tighten the string too much, it will eventually snap. That’s what happened with you and Jake. Fear, jealousy, and love all mixed up together. It wasn’t pretty. You two ended up screaming at each other in a parking lot outside a bar. Jake implied that you were more interested in Rooster than in him back then. It was the final straw for you. You called it off and walked out of the bar, but Jake followed you. 

“I literally said, ‘I hope to never see you again.’” You admit it, shifting Jake's t-shirt to reveal Liam's sleepy expression. He smiles when he sleeps, too. 

"But you worked together," Mickey says, leaning in closer, as if engrossed in a fairytale. 

“I was gonna ask for a relocation.” 

You left that parking lot and called a taxi to bring you back home. Your tears started to fall at the same time the first raindrops fell on the window of the backseat. Once you got home, as much as you wanted to fall asleep and forget everything that had happened, someone you loved so much—someone you would literally leave everything behind if he asked you to—said that you were more interested in Rooster than in him. 

You sigh, remembering that painful night. “And then someone knocked on the door.” 

“I didn’t ring the bell in case you were in bed already.”

“Thank God I wasn’t asleep, then.” You whisper to yourself, but he has heard you. A part of you wants him to hear it. A part of you is wondering how you ended up here talking about the most important and agonizing relationship in your life. Those were good memories, though. 

You want to be able to remember them whenever you want to. 

You opened that door, your heart clenching at the sight that waited for you on the other side. He was standing there, drenched from head to toe, his nose and eyes red from crying. 

Yeah, Jake Seresin was a man who cried. And he wasn’t ashamed to do it in front of you. 

“What did he say?!” 

“Mickey, you’re too invested in this story.” Javy mocks him, patting his head. 

“I said ‘You’re bossy. You enjoy knowing that you’re better than me in every single aspect, and you're proud of yourself for it. You always have that stupid smirk on your face that makes me want to kick your ass. And yet, I can’t imagine my days without that smirk, without that smile you reserve just for me, or having to live one day without you. It took me a while to realize it, but I love you. And I want to have a serious relationship with you.”

You’re not surprised he remembers every word. 

“What did you say?!”

“I smacked him for calling me bossy. And after that, I kissed him. He proposed a year after.”

“It was a beautiful wedding,” Rooster says, finishing his popsicle. “I cried at the first dance.” 

“What song did you choose?” 

"Make you feel my love," you both say at the same time, sad smiles on your faces, the memory hurting more than you want to admit. 

Only five months after that first dance, your story ended. 

“You know... most of us thought that you two eloped and got married in Vegas.” Reuben admits not expecting that part of the story at all. 

“Javy was the best man. Nat, the bridesmaid. You could have asked.” Rooster says, and Mickey and Payback look at him, blinking in sync, as if that idea had never crossed their minds. 

Nat’s eyes bore into your face, as if she were aware of the sudden mood change. “Red, can you come with me to the Hard Deck? I need to go to the bathroom.” 

“Oh, yeah, sure.” You kiss Liam’s head. “Take care of him.” 

“I think I’m gonna take a nap, too.” Jake informs you, and you move the parasol so none of them are under the sun. 

“I’ll be back in a minute.” 

“I think I’m gonna leave, too. It’s been nice to see you outside of work and know more about our new member. See you tomorrow!” And just like that, Cyclone walks in the other direction, leaving all of you with puzzled expressions. 

“Penny, my love, get us two shots of tequila,” Nat says once she enters the bar. 

“Of course, sweetheart.” She waves at you before leaving to get your drinks

“You liar, you didn’t need the bathroom.” 

“I wanted to get you out of there before you ended up kissing Jake.” 

You gasp. “I wasn’t going to kiss Jake!” 

“Honey, you two have been moving closer and closer when you were telling that story. Cyclone took notice as well. He won’t flirt with you anymore, I hope.” 

“He is not flirting with me, dear lord; Nat don’t imagine things.” You thank Penny when she comes back with the drinks. You both cheer and drink them in one shot. 

“You wish Jake was the one flirting with you.” 

“Talking about the past brought a lot of memories and feelings to the surface.” You mumble under your breath. 

“Honey, be honest. Do you still love him?” 

Sighing, you pull your dog tags out of your sundress and show them to her. At first, she looks at them and doesn’t understand what you want to show her. Then she notices a weird sparkle. Dog tags don’t sparkle. 

“Oh my fucking god.” 

Yeah, dog tags don’t sparkle. 

But engagement rings do.

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[lou-struck]

Your Beautiful Self

Asmodeus x Reader

Prompt: Spa Night

~This prompt is a part of my Comfort Milestone Event which you can find on my Welcome page

How is it possible to live in a house with seven other people and not see them for a whole week?

The answer to this question may have vexed you until this week when you have been up to your ears in work. 

You have run ragged through the Devildom doing not only your tasks but little things for others, barely having time to eat a sit-down meal or take a decent shower.

You feel bone tired and utterly disgusting. That along with the copious amount of stress you have felt this week makes you just want to break down.

Never before has shutting yourself in a dark room for a month sounded so appealing. 

Sitting makes you feel restless and moving about makes you feel exhausted. You need to find something to do with yourself that can make you feel less like a service and more like a person.

You hear a gentle knocking on your door followed by an airy voice calling to you through the wood. "MC Darling, it’s your favorite. May I come in?.”

"Come on in Asmo.” You call wondering what the Avatar of Lust is doing outside of your bedroom.

Dramatically he bursts through the doors sending you a radiant smile. It could just be your tired eyes, but he looks better than normal. Almost angelically so.

“There you are!” he says rushing towards you with outstretched arms, “I have missed you so much..”

He stops in his tracks and gets a good look at your neglected form.

“I know, I know.  I don’t look too pretty right now.” you sigh playfully. But still, you cast your eyes to the floor in shame.

“Darling, look at me,” he commands softly. His freshly shined shoes become visible in front of you. “To me, you are always beautiful, but you need to take care of yourself.”

Tears of shame well in your eyes as he speaks. “I’m just so tired Asmo,” you croak, hiding your face in your hands.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” he offers, gently pulling you into his embrace without a hint of hesitation. His sweater smells strongly of roses and expensive cologne but its familiarity puts you at ease.

“I don’t want to be a-”

“You are never a burden,” he interrupts as if reading your mind. “I’m gonna treat you to the most relaxing little spa day you have ever had,” he says.

Glancing up at him shyly you see that his peach-colored eyes hold only care in them, no disgust insight. With a nod you allow him to take your hand and walk you to his room so he can start pampering you in the way that you deserve.

~

The warm steam from the bathtub covers the many mirrors in Asmodeus' private bathroom. The heavy scent of the bubbles and flower petals you soak in washes over your overworks psyche.

At one point you believe you fell asleep. Your head resting safely against the bath pillow on the edge of the porcelain.

The Demon is not in the room with you. After drawing the bathtub he ducked away to give you a little privacy and grab some beauty products for your night of pampering.

Your fingers look like prunes by the time you get out of the tub but you feel clean and refreshed. You know you won’t feel at 100% until you’ve had a proper meal and a full night's sleep. But it’s a start.

Using one of Asmo’s plush towels, you dry off and slip on a new pair of silk pajamas he has laid out for you. The material feels cool against your skin as you pad into his bedroom to see what else he plans on doing for you.

“You look happy,” he coos, enveloping you and yet another bone-crushing hug. His contact fills another thing you have been lacking; physical touch.

“I feel much better; Thank you for the bath Asmodeus.” You mutter into his sleeve. 

“I hope next time the two of us can take a bath together,” he winks, pouring you a tall glass of fruit-infused water. “ Drink up Doll, you need to hydrate if you want your skin to glow like mine.”

You give him a playful eye roll and take a greedy gulp of the water its subtle sweetness dribbling down your chin.

“You spoil me,” you tell setting down the glass.

“Oh Darling,” he coos wiping your chin with a sweet-smelling tissue. “You have no idea what else I have planned for the two of us.”

~

When it comes to self-care, Asmodeus is a self-proclaimed god.

Every brush of face mask against your skin is feather-light and loving. It’s almost as if he is trying to seduce you with mud masks and pedicures.

You were so relaxed that if he asked you to marry him right then and there you would say yes on the spot.

Whenever you try to thank him, he smiles brightly and finds some untouched surface of your skin to kiss his eyes glassy with raw emotion. 

He always tells you that there’s no need to thank him and that you deserve to feel beautiful and pampered every day of your life.

The last thing you remember is the heavenly feeling of his fingers massaging your scalp before his humming puts you to sleep.

[meggiebones3]

Tomorrow i’ll get up early and take a long walk outside. I’m not sure how long. A few miles at least. Then i’ll go to the gym for an hour or two before i go to work. I’m gonna try to avoid eating as much as possible but if i feel like i’m going to faint or something i’ll have to eat only because i have to drive. Only safe foods tho. Fruit, protein bars, protein milk, protein oatmeal, eggs, and toasted bread are my safe foods rn. I used to be able to lose 2-3 lbs a day doing this routine plus dance practice. Praying that i’m able to drop 15 lbs in a week. I only ate about 100 cals today. I’m keeping myself super busy so i don’t have enough time to eat and drinking lots of water to help with the hunger pain but hopefully after a couple of weeks of extreme restriction the hunger pain will go away totally. I’ll update my cw in the morning before my walk 💕

[awaitingfall]

07.31.24

135.1

Damn, I gained a little 😭 At least I know exactly why - I didn’t do nearly as much movement as I usually do in a day, even though I exercised. I didn’t drink enough water throughout the day. And I also ate the crackers that I was really trying to stay away from because it’s basically just like eating a sleeve of salt and butter, no real nutritional value 😩

I think I want to come up with a new fasting schedule. I’ll stick to what I’ve been doing on days that I’m active and working all day long, which is 3 meals within the hours of 7:30am and 3:30pm. Then on days that I have off but am still fairly active like going on a hike or doing lots of strenuous house chores, I’ll eat 2 meals within those hours. And on days like yesterday, when I really wasn’t crazy active and mostly just sitting around reading and watching YouTube, I’ll have only 1 meal. I’ll probably wait until noon to eat and it’ll be a slightly larger meal than usual just to make sure I’m still getting enough nutrients for the day.

I also heard that, scientifically, the longer you fast for, the more clear-minded you become. Which is apparently also why religions mention fasting as the only/best way to become enlightened or be able to see/speak with god. Kind of interesting when you can see the connections between science and all religions.

It’s just the boredom that gets me snacking on slow days at home 😣 I need to learn to not use food to fill gaps of boredom during the day. That’s probably gonna be the hardest part of this, honestly.

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Anyways, I’m going to head to the grocery store around 9:30ish and grab the soup ingredients so I’ll have a nice hearty and healthy meal for Friday and the weekend. Then I’ll head to my doctor’s appointment around 10:20am, hopefully get my labs done right after, then head over to my parents’ to pick up my new journals <3 and then I’ll head off to work around 1pm. Since I’m only doing a half day of work I’m going to try and fast for longer this morning and eat my breakfast around 9am, then I’ll have my second meal right before I head into work and I will try to not eat while I’m at work. I’ll bring a small bag of some fruit & nut trail mix just to have on me in case I feel light headed since this’ll be the first day I’m trying the 2-meal fasting day, but I’ll do my best to work through it!

[foreverrandomwritings]

ൠ ◉ & ♡ for fanboy/mickey please?

🚨!!!18+ in the middle!!!🚨

My sweet cinnamon roll of a husband!😍

ൠ Random Headcanon

~We’re going with ♒️ Cooking/Food Headcanon for this.

~So onto the food!!

~He grew up with authentic homemade Mexican food.

~He will not go to a Mexican restaurant.

~He has however found a little food truck that is close to his dad and Abuelas food.

~Smelled it one day when he was on a jog and couldn’t resist it.

~He has the recipes from his Abulea and sometimes he attempts to make it but it never tastes just right.

~His go to breakfast is not at all healthy.

~He will literally eat like pop tarts or a granola bar or just a protein shake.

~Lunch however is usually healthy.

~Fruit, salad, steak, chicken, fish, vegetables, rice etc.

~He will sometimes grab a little debbie cake or candy bar or whatever from a vending machine if he has a bit of a sweet tooth at lunch.

~Dinner will normally be sushi, wings, pizza, something home cooked or whatever.

~He keeps it spontaneous.

~If he has a significant other though the man will love to cook for them and I know that for a fact.

~His go to snacks is normally like peanut butter crackers or carrots and peanut butter or celery and peanut butter.

~A lot of peanut butter okay?

~He drinks a lot of water. Like never drinks anything besides water unless it’s at the Hard Deck or occasionally with dinner.

◉ Any other question of your choosing

~I’m gonna choose ✿ Sex Headcanon for this one.

~Ughhhh. Just the thought of sex with my husband makes me weak in the knees.

~Mickey is a switch first off.

~Likes to be called good boy or sir.

~The man prefers to be more of a sub though.

~Will beg you to use him however you feel.

~Begs and pleads for you to ride his face.

~Will be a sobbing, red, tired, stuttering, puddle in bed.

~He will have 0 brain cells left but will have a dobby fucked out smile on his face.

~Likes being tied up and edged.

~Sports the marks you leave on him proudly.

~Tells you how much he loves you.

~Will love to hold your hand while you’re on top.

~Or whenever he’s on top.

~Will whimper and groan while slipping in and out of you.

~Puts his forehead on yours. Sweat sticking together as he’s praising you for taking him so well.

~If he’s being more dominate he’ll be into slight breath play.

~Will have you choke on his cock over and over again.

~A hand around your throat lightly or pushing your head down into the pillow or mattress while he takes you from behind.

~Will ask you repeatedly if you’re okay though.

~The man’s loves role play okay?

~You absolutely will not change my mind on that.

~Aftercare is super important to the both of you.

♡ Romantic Headcanon

~This man is a fucking swooner.

~Complete fucking simp for his significant other.

~Daily good morning texts when he’s at work before you’re even awake.

~Writes to you from the sea.

~Jumps at every chance he has to FaceTime you, call you, email you or anything.

~Forehead kisses, kisses to the back of your hand, kisses on your head, kisses to the cheeks.

~Silly kinda romantic.

~Likes tickle fights, fake wrestling, throwing flour on each other, dunking each other in the pool, throwing ice on each other in the shower etc.

~He will do just about every tiktok trend he can find.

~Dad jokes galore.

~Will be number 1 hype man.

~Begs for you to take him along when you go shopping.

~Wants to go literally everywhere with you.

~Gets a manicure when you do.

~Rants to his Abuela about you all the fucking time.

~Would love it if you’d go to cons with him.

~Especially if you’d dress up as well.

~Would genuinely be the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll ever.

~Can you tell I love him?

Tags(open): @sylviebell @wkndwlff @angelbabyange

Headcanon Ask Game

[little-mouse-gardens]

Hey love!! Hope you've been well <3

For the food ask game:

🥭 Does your oc drink juice? What's their favorite kind of juice? Do they mind the fruit pulp that can sometimes be found in these?

🥟 What's something your oc would love to eat for lunch almost every time?

🍦 Your oc wakes up at night, feeling hungry. Do they go eat? If yes, what will they eat?

OMG HI@creatrackers I’ve been doing pretty good ^W^ I’ve just been relaxing lately, I hope you’ve been doing well as well ^W^

For these? I’m gonna do all four of my rottmnt oc’s

🥭 oooo! Hmmm I’d definitely say sunny, Marcy, Skye and Angie would all drink juice

Sunny - her favorite kind of juice is mango or pineapple juice, she doesn’t mind the fruit pulp that can be found in the juice and often saves the fruit pulp to make smoothies or mix it with water for her plants

Marcy - her favorite kind of juice is blueberry or raspberry juice, not to big a fan of the fruit pulp due to the texture so she mostly gives it to sunny or Angie to make into something else, or she’ll also use the pulp to feed her plants

Skye - orange juice or pomegranate juice, doesn’t mind the pulp much and will maybe use the pulp to make popsicles later. If she doesn’t end up using it she gives it to sunny, Angie or Marcy.

Angie - strawberry juice or apple juice, particularly strawberry is her favorite (she loves strawberry’s so much omg). She doesn’t mind the fruit pulp at all, actually she really enjoys the fruit pulp because she can make different kinds of snacks and foods with it and will absolutely take any fruit pulp her sisters didn’t want and save it to make food. Her favorite thing to make with fruit pulp is Ice-cream or bread

🥟-

Sunny - oooo! For sunny, it would definitely be Casado with some pink lemonade. Specifically Casado because her, Marcy, Skye and Angie’s grandparents used to make Casado for lunch for them when they were little. It’s a huge comfort meal for her.

Marcy - for Marcy, it would be grilled cheese and tomato soup with either a glass of juice or flavored water. She absolutely loves the flavors of grilled cheese and the tomato soup, and will not hesitate to buy herself some from a local restaurant a few blocks away from her

Skye - for Skye, it would be homemade ramen with either a some nice iced tea or water. Skye absolutely loves making ramen and is constantly trying new recipes when she can. If she’s on the go, she usually packs herself some homemade ramen she made the night before just in case she needs a snack while she’s out and about.

Angie - for angie, it would be vegetable soup with a Caesar salad on the side and lemonade or juice to drink. She absolutely loves to cook, so while these two may be her favorite meals for lunch, she is always down to try new foods and recipes.

🍦-

Sunny - doesn’t really snack at night, but when she does the first thing she will always go for is chopped fruits. Things like apple slices, mangos, grapes, blueberries ect. And then carry that bowl back to her room to eat until she feels ready to sleep again. While she’s snacking she may read or try and work on a crochet project

Marcy - usually won’t go eat when she feels she needs a snack at night, but when she does she usually goes for light snacks like apples and peanut butter or toast and jam, which she will carry out to her room to sit and play some video games or draw random things with a weighted blanket over her lap until she feels like passing out again.

Skye - usually has a snack at least one or twice a few nights a week, and that snack has always been some avocado toast or just an entire bowl of baby carrots and ranch. Which she will then take back to her room and snack on while watching random videos or anime and playing some video games to help her fall asleep

Angie - Angie usually doesn’t snack much at night, mostly because sometimes it can upset her Stomach. But when she does feel like getting herself a snack, she usually will grab herself some strawberry’s and pretzels to snack on or some cheese and crackers. Which she will ten take back to her room to snack on while she paints or works on some clay charms she was planning on turning into earrings or jewelry until she feels ready to go back to bed.