#and give us some peace for 8-10 hours please

[maximura]

[vrystalius]

Hi, again :"D I know I bother you a lot but could I send one more ask... You recently did "Hashira reacting to your affection" and I absolutely loved it and was curious, could you do a "Muzan/UpperMoons reacting to your affection"? Okay, I'll stop bugging you now. (One more thing, please continue writing. I love your posts and look forward to every single one :D)

Upper moons + Muzan’s reaction to your affections

How will your demon s/o reaction to your affections?

Pairing: Muzan, Kokushibo, Douma, Akaza x fem!reader

Typs of affection include: Kisses, hugs and cuddles, affectionate nibbling/biting, compliments

(Mentioning of Douma wanting to crawl into your body for warmth)

Muzan Kibutsuji

Kisses: 8/10

Muzan doesn’t like initiating the kiss. He fears it may make him look desperate and needy for your affection. He certainly does not need your kisses! He’s the demon king after all. But your lips are just addicting to him. The taste, the warmth, the moisture, the smell even. Muzan just can’t help but be pouty and pissy when you don’t kiss him for an extensive amount of time, but will refuse to come to you first.

Kisses onto his lips are his most preferred ones since they take time and are the most romantic. When you lean in, Muzan would pull you closer with a small, sly smirk, while holding you by your chin. He would hum approvingly before letting you pull away.

Cheek kisses are the most convenient to him, but he doesn’t always react to your kiss. He might be busy with his research or experimenting, meaning Muzan isn’t really available for a regular kiss. That’s the only time he’ll accept a cheek kiss instead of a regular kiss.

Muzan dislikes forehead kisses, both giving and receiving. In his mind, those are reserved for children and elders.

Sneaking up on this man is impossible, meaning you cannot surprise him with neck kisses. He does not like receiving them. Muzan will allow you a single kiss on his neck before he’ll scowl and glare at you, intimidating you into stopping your antics this instant. But on the other end, he absolutely loves burying his face in your neck and grazing his teeth against your skin, placing a kiss here and there. He loves to gently bite down onto your skin, just until it draws blood, and then lick it away. Again, you’re an uttermost delicacy.

“Stop hiding, I know you’re there. Simply come up to me and give me a proper kiss. No need for those theatrics.”

Hugs and cuddles: 7/10

Muzan is giving up his precious time, the time he could be spending somewhere more important like planning Ubuyashiki’s downfall, or holding an Upper Moon meeting, to hold you in bed while you sleep. Feeling your body rest against his makes him feel peaceful, as if his busy mind(s) can finally relax and slip into a meditative state. The closest he can get to sleep.

He’d run his fingers through your hair and wonder to himself: how did he manage to grow so soft for you? He feels utterly smitten and pathetic.

Muzan is not very fond of hugs though. He feels a little awkward for some reason. He associates hugs with his other human wives, the ones he does not care for and the ones he uses for his own benefit. They are nowhere near you. Hugs are a tool to come closer to those women, so Muzan doesn’t want to look at you as a tool for his own needs. You are his lover, his partner.

When you initiate the hug, he doesn’t mind as much. Muzan would pat your back and then quickly let go again. Although, he likes hugging you in bed, holding you for hours on end.

“The Upper Moons will wait. I wish to hold you for longer, you still seem tired.”

Affectionate nibbling/biting: 5/10

Muzan will tolerate your biting and nibbling at best, but will command you to stop at worst. You could break your delicate teeth by his thick skin if you’re not careful. He’ll sometimes to bury his face into your neck and nibble against your skin, as if teasing himself with your alluring taste. If Muzan bites down too hard, he could make you bleed or even kill you. Yet, the thought of tasting your blood on his tongue is very entertaining to him. But he will restrain himself. Muzan does not want to harm you in any way, after all.

“I will leave my mark on your collarbone. Do not cover it up.”

Compliments: 7/10

Words are meaningless to him, yet Muzan values your opinion and thoughts the most. He prides himself by your praises and compliments. Muzan smirks when you compliment his appearance or fashion sense. Those are some things he values the most about himself and he is glad that you acknowledged it. He might thank you with a silent nod or a smirk.

He also likes watching your reactions to his praises, how your face flushes a little and your lips tilt upwards slightly. Muzan knows how to tell a person all the things they want to hear in order to manipulate them, but he just compliments you in order to fluster you and maybe earn a kiss from you.

“Thank you, my sunlight. Your beauty never fails to enchant me. It’s almost dangerous, don’t you think?”

Kokushibo

Kisses: 7/10

Everytime Kokushibo kisses you, he stops and just states at you for a moment to take in the feeling that is rising in his stomach. Kissing you strangely feels nostalgic of something he cannot quite put his finger on. Due to him wanting to become the strongest swordsman, he denies himself affection subconsciously, so he rarely initiates kissing. That doesn’t mean that Kokushibo doesn’t want affection or doesn’t like it, he just believes he doesn’t deserve it. Therefore, you have to show him that he does deserve your kisses.

Regular kisses feel very intimate to him and are by far Kokushibo’s favourite. He likes it when you take him by the chin and press your lips against his. His face would instantly relax and all six of his eyes would close for just a moment, savouring your taste and warmth.

Cheek kisses are a little more complicated given that he doesn’t really have any cheeks. So either you’d have to place a kiss on the eyelid of his closed lower eyes, or kiss him on his jaw. Kissing him on his eye will earn you a weird look from his lower two eyes. Kissing his jaw will make Kokushibo smirk ever so slightly.

Forehead kisses are just as complicated as cheek kisses, since his forehead is occupied by his upper eyes. Kissing his eyelids again will resolve in Kokushibo staring at you in confusion and offer you a regular kiss instead.

He will not react when you kiss his neck. The only reaction you will get is the tensing of his neck muscles and a quiet glare. In the meantime, Kokushibo prides himself in making you squirm and gasp, meaning he will learn everything about your body just to tease specific reactions out, and that includes the sensitivity of your neck. He’d silently bury his face into your neck after a particularly long training session or a stressful meeting, and just savour the taste of your skin.

“Affection is a distraction, but I will tolerate it. I do not seem to mind yours.”

Hugs and cuddles: 9/10

If Kokushibo is giving up his time to cuddle with you, this demon is utterly smitten for you. He will hold you close near his body, his hand running up and down your delicate body and smooth skin. His lower and upper eyes are closed, demonstrating how much he truly trusts you by lowering his guard severely. Kokushibo sometimes rests his head on your chest and stomach and will silently ask you to run your fingers through his thick, long hair. He doesn’t like to admit it, but Kokushibo purrs. His chest will rumble and vibrate against you when he’s especially content with your cuddling.

Kokushibo cherishes your hugs greatly. Again, he will not ask for them or initiate them and will instead wait until you embrace him first. Once you do, he will not let go until he savoured your presence for long enough. He is too proud to admit that he craves your presence though.

“I do not need comfort. I am beyond such things… Let go? I will not.”

Affectionate biting/nibbling: 4/10

Kokushibo will not react when you bite down onto his lip, hand or wherever else. He will not entertain your antics either and won’t offer you any body parts (he did think about offering you his fleshy katana as some sort of chewing toy).

On the other side, Kokushibo sometimes entertains the thought of biting down onto your skin. He is a demon after all, although he has enough self restrain to not do it. Instead, he’ll leave hickeys on your neck and collarbone.

“Enough. Do not test me. Do you not realise the risk of provoking me?”

Compliments: 10/10

Kokushibo prides himself by listening to your praise and values them by far the most. He values your compliments about his strength and physique in particular, those are the ones that remind him how far he has gone and how strong he truly is. He will dismiss your words but is cherishing them deep down. If he notices that your praises are wavering and lessening, Kokushibo will start feeling jealousy. Why are you not admiring anymore? Is his power faltering? Is there someone else you admire more than him? He should’ve known better than to fall for your alluring words.

But once you offer another praise for him, his insecure thoughts quieten down again for a while.

“Do not waste your breath on flattery… Although I will continue to allow it.”

Douma

Kisses: 9/10

Your kiss is one of the most favourite things in the whole world to him (besides eating humans). Your kisses are like energy to him, and Douma’ll become sluggish and pouty when you don’t give him his daily required amount of smooches. He loves it when you cup his cheeks with both of your hands and pull him onto your lips. Douma will say “Mwah” and do over-exaggerated kissing noises, kissing your lips and the area around them over and over. Also, he doesn’t care if other people are present and watching. They are below him anyway, so why should they care? So what if Douma loves his woman very much? If he wants to, he’d make out with you all day!!

Regular kisses taste well, so he prefers them! Douma will never get tired of the taste of your lips and will try to turn the innocent kiss into a make-out session get more of you.

Cheek kisses feel innocent and charming. They make him grin and want to pull you back to him for more. Also, those are more acceptable to do around the followers. When you kiss Douma normally and pull him a little closer, some will side-eye you and maybe whisper amongst themselves. Especially the elders, they’re the most judgemental for some reason. But they don’t seem to mind the cheek kisses.

Forehead kisses feel oddly motherly for Douma, therefore he doesn’t really like them. He likes being pampered and coddled, but not… in that way. When you kiss him like that, his eyes look empty for just a split second while his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. But once you look at him, his expression looks cheerful again.

Once you start kissing his neck though, it’s game on for him. Douma would trap you either against a wall or in his arm and begin his attack on your poor neck: kisses, bites, hickeys, everything. He is a sadist at heart and gets enjoyment out of your squeals and attempts to escape his sweet assault.

“Do not pay attention to them, I want my darling to appreciate me as much as I appreciate her! Go on now, you haven’t finished loving me properly.”

Hugs and cuddles: 10/10

Douma loves your cuddles, especially when YOU initiate them! It makes him incredibly happy when you come to him and sit down onto his lap and cuddle him. He won’t be able to stop grinning and will bury his face in either your cleavage or find his place between your legs when you not sit ok his lap. Douma absolutely loves skin-to-skin contact, even though you might squirm away at first because of his cold skin suddenly touching you. He will blow raspberries into your cleavage and into your neck, and then nibble around until either a hickey develops or you start bleeding. Douma is incredibly greedy when it comes to your cuddles. He sometimes doesn’t even want you to touch any other cultist, not even offering them a hand. Your skin contact is only reserved for him.

Hugs are similar. Douma adores getting your hugs. They feel so warm and welcoming, he wished he could just melt right against you. Maybe even into you. Oh to crawl under your skin and just bask in the warmth of your organs, feeling them squirm around. You probably smell absolutely divine.

That fantasy, to open your stomach up and huddle up inside you, is how he imagines Eternal Paradise. Your warmth surrounding him everywhere, as you’re hugging and holding him from all sides. Sadly, you’re a human, and he wants to keep you around until you grow old and perish. Maybe you want to become a demon so you could live longer? Oh how fun that would be! If you want, he’d even let you crawl inside of him!

“Oh you’re just the sweetest, aren’t you? If you hold me like this, I might just eat you up!… What? No, I was kidding! Why are you looking at me like that?”

Affectionate nibbling/biting: 8/10

Douma would do it himself. Sometimes, he would just take your hand and nibble on your finger, then move on with his day. If you do it, he’ll do it back to you. Everytime you bite him or nibble onto his skin, Douma watches you with big eyes, as if analysing and learning from you. He might pout if you don’t bite down hard enough. Douma can barely even feel you through his thick skin! He’d nuzzle into your neck while you’re biting him. He might even pull on your skin a little.

“You taste diviiiiiine!~ Would you let me bite just a little harder? Your blood goes perfectly with the taste of your skin!”

Compliments: 5/10

Douma has been praised and drowned in compliments all his life. He values your words over the ones of his followers any day and will take your praises to heartHe will smile at your words and thank you, but his cheery smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Aren’t you the sweetest, dear lotus~”

Akaza

Kisses: 7/10

He can’t quite handle kisses yet. They make Akaza stiffen up and blush brightly every time you surprise him with them. He’s not used to your love and affection yet, so will try to copy your gestures and kiss you as well. Akaza tries to give you as much affection as you give to him, but sometimes forgets to do it. Your kiss reminds him to give you your deserved affection.

Regular kisses make him jerk a little when you do them randomly. But he’ll relax fairly quickly and melt against your lips. His hands would subconsciously wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. Akaza craves your kiss and he’s not being subtle about it.

Cheek kisses make his face flush in a bright red. He might even hide his face from you and look mad at you. Don’t worry, he’s just mad at himself for being smitten for you so easily.

Forehead kisses make him feel loved. Akaza likes how you cup his cheeks and pull him downwards a little, kissing his forehead. He’ll close his eyes and savour the feeling of your lips against his cool skin.

One time, you nuzzled into Akaza’s neck and started placing gentle kisses all around. He flinched so heard he turned around and almost punched a hold through your body. You learned to not scare him like that again. How did he not sense you anyway? Does he feel this safe in your presence?

“Don’t scare me like that again.”

Hugs and cuddles: 9/10

Akaza is not good with words or gestures, so he feels like he’s expressing his love to you while cuddling. He feels incredibly honoured when you come to him first. You want to cuddle with him? Yes, a thousand times yes. C’mere.

Akaza also loves it when you cuddle him while laying on top of him and all his muscles. While he’s relaxed they are squishy and are perfectly good pillows to relax onto. Especially his pecks. But also, Akaza loves to lay on top of you. He tries not to be too heavy on you, but he just adores to savour your warmth and body beneath him. Just like the kisses, he craves your touch and cuddles desperately.

When you hug him, he stiffens up. Where should he put his hands? Is it okay to wrap them around your waist? Or should he just hover his hand over your body? So, Akaza just awkwardly stands there, with his hands hovering over your body. But once he melts into your touch, he’d close his eyes and hold you for a very long while. Akaza is incredibly touch starved. He needs to be held. Desperately.

“Can we lay down for a sec? Just finished my training anyway and… I kinda missed you.”

Affectionate biting/nibbling: 4/10

Akaza will think that you’re challenging him. He will try to bite you back, but gently. Like a confused puppy. He’d then glance at your face, trying to see if he did what you wanted.

“Are you hungry or something…?”

Compliments: 6/10

Akaza would react very awkwardly at first. He’s very happy when you praise his strength and power. It makes him feel a little prideful and he might answer with a cocky grin or a small nod.

Complimenting something personal about him, for example his loyalty, protectiveness or smile makes him feel incredible awkward. Akaza would blush and try to hide how flustered he gets. He’ll maybe even get angry at how easily he starts to blush and accidentally deflect his anger at you.

“You don’t need to say things like that… but thank you anyway…”

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Hope you enjoyed this @pickmans-muse <3

I was planning on writing this anyway, but you requesting this made me extremely happy!! Thank you for requesting!! I may have neglected Akaza a little. I really love him though! I just got really tired and wanted to finish this! That’s also why I left Gyutaro out, I probably will make an extra part for him. Also, guess who my favourite demon is if it’s not obvious enough :P

I seriously love reading all your comments and reblogs, you’re all so so sweet <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <3

[skzstannie]

"Let the memory-making commence"

SKZ -> ot8 x 9th member! reader

genre: fluff wc: ~2100 cw: none :) summary: After an emotional night, the boys cheer you up and try to give you something to look forward to surrounding the holidays again.

Here's Part 2 to "We'd never want you to struggle alone" Alsooo, I hit 100 followers a couple days ago, so THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Reblogs are more than appreciated!

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Previously:

You all lay in each other's arms, and you feel incredibly comfortable and safe. Chan's the first to break the silence, "We have five days left until Christmas. What do you say we make some new Christmas traditions? We don't want to replace what you used to have, and you’re entitled to spend your Christmas season as you'd like. But, if you'll let us, we’ll give you something to look forward to about the holidays again. Please?" The guys are all looking at you now, each of them displaying a face that could rival a sad puppy.

You realize now that there's nothing to be scared of. These are your best friends you're talking about, who want nothing but to shower you in love and happiness.

"I'd love that."

So, the guys set out on their mission early the next morning, figuring they better start as soon as possible. After all, they had so many fun things they wanted to do with you before Christmas Day.

You were abruptly brought out of your peaceful slumber from an added weight landing atop your stomach. You startle, opening your eyes to be met with Hyunjin’s hair brushing up against your cheeks. You try to push him off you, holding up your title of being a grumpy morning person, but he won’t budge.

“Get up!” he whines, shaking your shoulders. “It’s already 8:30, and we can’t just let you sleep all day!”

“I’m not asking to sleep all day. I’m asking to sleep until 10, now please get off,” you struggle some more, pushing with all your might. You quickly give up though, finding your attempts futile against Hyunjin’s size and stubbornness.

“No can do, up and at ‘em sunshine!” he grips your blankets and whips them off you in a flash, leaving you shivering from the cold temperature of your room. He’s quick to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and he begins to make his way out of your room.

Your fists pound on his back, your only desire to go lay back down in your warm bed. This doesn’t deter him however, so you give him a nice firm smack to his butt, making him yelp. You swiftly wrap your arms around his waist as he lets you slip a little off his shoulder.

“Hwang Hyunjin don’t you drop me!” you yell, holding onto him for dear life.

“I won’t, I won’t. That just hurt really bad, you little menace!” He puts you down once you’ve arrived in the kitchen, and his hands immediately reach back to massage his poor bum.

“Well, that wouldn’t have been necessary if you’d have let me sleep another hour,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Ok, no more Ms. Grumpy Pants, I only wanna make cookies with Ms. Sunshine, so if you could please find out where she is, that'd be great,” he retorts, a sarcastic smile taking over his features.

You roll your eyes but give in, allowing your lips to curve up into a genuine smile.

Hyunjin starts to gather the ingredients for making cookies, slamming cupboards left and right. As you busy yourself doing the same, you look up towards the kitchen entryway upon hearing some ruckus from the hallway. Seungmin and Felix practically bounce into the kitchen, looking way too excited for 8:30 in the morning.

Seungmin makes his way over to you, holding an extra apron that he plops over your head, tying it loosely around your waist. “Thanks Minnie,” you tell him, turning around to give his arm a gentle pat.

“Alright, let the memory-making commence,” Felix claps his hands and giving them a quick wash in the sink, reaching for a stainless steel bowl Hyunjin had set on the counter. “If we wait too much longer, everybody else will get up and crash our cookie making party.”

All was going smoothly, the four of you working together and following a recipe Felix had printed out, until Seungmin got a little antsy and decided to flick Hyunjin in the forehead with a flour-covered finger.

Seungmin laughs at seeing Hyunjin’s expression. “Flour boy,” he calls Hyunjin, breaking out in even more giggles.

In retaliation, Hyunjin grabs a fistful of flour and launches it at Seungmin’s face, leaving the poor boy coughing.

Of course, all hell breaks loose after that, and by the end of your food fight, all four of you end up absolutely covered in flour with a single egg plastered against the fridge door.

You guys managed to finish the cookies, having barely enough flour to make the batches. Once they’ve gone in the oven, the four of you decide to go shower and get cleaned up while they bake.

All the other guys have woken up by the time you’re finished with your shower. They’re all sat around the kitchen, the aroma from the cookies no doubt drawing them in. Chan goes over the plans for today, and you smile at his thoughtfulness. After breakfast- a.k.a Christmas cookies- you’re all going to go sledding, then come back to the dorms for dinner and a Christmas movie marathon.

After you’ve all eaten one too many cookies, everyone goes to get dressed for your first group activity of the day: sledding.

You realize you don’t have any appropriate clothing for sledding, the snow sure to seep through the nice coat you have, so you ask Seungmin if he has any extra garments that'll keep you warmer.

"Yea, let me find some really quick," he responds, diving deep into his well-organized closet. He comes up with two pairs of gloves, one slimmer and one thicker, a thermal, long sleeved turtle neck, a hoodie, and a huge winter coat.

"All of this will not fit on my body at once, Seungmin," you comment exasperatedly, overwhelmed by the weight of the clothes he just threw in your arms.

"Yes they will, and you will be warm. Go get dressed, we're leaving in a few minutes," he dismisses your concerns, leaving no room for discussion. He gives you a light push out of his room so he could get himself dressed and shuts the door in your face.

"Thanks!" you shout through the door, heading back to your room to layer up.

After putting on all the clothes Seungmin gave you, you feel like a marshmallow. A big puff ball, if you will.

You walk to the living room where everyone is waiting for you, ready to complain about how you are not going out in public like this.

They are quick to rebut, telling you how adorable you look while pulling you out the front door towards the readied van in the parking lot.

The drive is uncomfortable, all your winter gear making you all hot, everyone fitting a little tighter in their seats than normal. The ride is short, though, only about 10 minutes before you're all allowed freedom of the outside once again.

You let out a small chuckle upon seeing the hill you'll be sledding down. It's small, no taller than 20 feet, but the guys assure you it'll still be fun. Upon some further digging, you find out you're manager requested you partake in absolutely zero dangerous activities during your day off, and this is all the guys could convince him of.

You guys make your way up the hill, Jeongin and Felix dragging the sleds up. To make things more interesting, everyone decides two people will race down the hill at the same time, and the winner will be decided tournament-style.

Chan and Hyunjin go first, and Hyunjin wins by just a few feet. Next is Felix and Minho, and Minho pulls out ahead. Seungmin and Changbin go next, and Changbin wins by default because Seungmin wiped out about half way down the hill. You and Jeongin, being the maknaes, decide to team up against everyone else and ride together. Of course, this doesn't go without complaints from the rest of the members, Hyunjin giving you guys the nastiest side eye he could muster. The maknaes come out on top, beating Jisung by a landslide. Maybe it's because your sled had twice as much weight on it, or maybe it's because you guys are just better; it's up for debate.

By the end of the day, you and Jeongin reign champions. You all continue to sled for a while longer, and eventually your peaceful sledding session turned into a brutal snowball fight.

The culprit of the snowball fight was Minho, deciding it'd be fun to shove a handful of snow down Jisung's jacket. This of course lead to the development of two teams, Maknae line versus Hyung line.

You guys pelt the oldies for a few minutes, obviously gaining the upper-hand once your makeshift snow fort was built, courtesy of Felix and Jisung. However, you guys surrender once Jeongin is captured and threatened with handfuls of snow down his pants.

Once arriving at home, hot showers are in need, all your fingers and toes frozen to the bone. You get dressed in your coziest pyjamas, accompanied by a big hoodie and fluffy socks.

Chan takes it upon himself to order food in for everyone, and you all thank him before deciding on which Christmas movie to watch.

You reveal that one of your favorites used to be How the Grinch Stole Christmas, the Jim Carrey version, and everyone agrees to start with that one.

Your food arrives about a third of the way into the movie, and you all indulge on the much needed meal. You have some more Christmas cookies for dessert, and by the time you're finished with the food, the movie is over.

You all make light fun of Hyunjin for crying over the ending, but allow him to choose the next movie to try and put a stop to his dramatics. He chooses National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation, and you're thankful for another comedy.

While the day has been quite fun, watching movies isn't as thought-provoking as a snowball fight, allowing some of your anxieties and negative thoughts to creep into the back of your mind.

You miss your family. You miss the way your grandma used to sit and listen to all your school drama and the way she'd gasp when you'd tell her what your best friend had done for a boy. You miss the way your father used to buy you a pair of earrings every year for Christmas. You still had every pair, your first being cute little bunny studs, and your last being a beautiful pair of Sterling Silver hoops. You miss your grandfather's sarcastic remarks; your mom found them insulting but you always thought they were funny. You miss your mom. Everything about her- her home cooking, her hugs, the way she'd always know what to put in your stocking.

You know now, after today, that it's okay to miss those things. You're supposed to miss your loved ones. However, it is not okay to live in the past and despise change. Your mom would've wanted you to celebrate Christmas with a family as loving as the one you have here surrounding you. You know she would've loved your members, every single one of them.

She would've loved the way I.N was your partner in crime in life, never backing down when you ask him if he wants to prank Chan with you. She would've loved the way Seungmin acted like your older brother, teasing you every chance he gets. She would've loved how happy Felix is, always acting as your light in the darkness. She would've been proud of Han for fighting through his anxiety and how he helped you with yours, never letting you feel alone. Your mom would've loved Hyunjin's art, the way he paints his soul on paper with a singular brush. Your mom would've been impressed by Changbin's health journey and motivation, and she probably would've secretly convinced him to drag you to the gym with him. Your mom would've admired Minho's gentleness towards animals and his love for his cats. Lastly, your mom would've loved the way Chan takes care of you, always making sure you're happy and well.

Thinking back to yesterday and how thoughtful and caring everyone had been, you decide to tell them your creeping thoughts. They, of course, comfort you, Changbin pulling you closer from your spot between him and Minho on the couch. They ask if you want to elaborate on your feelings, but you tell them no. It had been such a fun day, and for the sake of your mental health, you choose to try and busy your mind with the plot of the movie.

This works in your favor, and you’re able to replace your thoughts with laughter. Towards the end of the film, Changbin's comforting hold has begun to lull you to sleep, too comfortable and warm to keep your eyes open any longer.

"Thank you guys for such an amazing day. I had a lot of fun," you mumble into Changbin's shoulder, pulling everyone away from the movie for a second.

You hear a chorus of coos and whispered affirmations before you officially let sleep takeover your restless mind and body.

[arazialotis]

Get Him to the Con - Part 10

Pairing: Jensen × Reader

Word Count: About 6520

Story Summary: The reader stumbles into Jensen at her favorite bar, a very drunk Jensen. She soon realizes Jensen was booked for a con this weekend and has to be eight hours from town in only two.

Chapter Summary: Y/n visits Vancouver to see Jensen and, more importantly, to try to win Jared over.

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

Warnings: Always language. Grumpy Jared. After dinner, well, it gets NSFW 🌶️🌶️, 18+ Only

Although this is an RPF, these are fabricated characters and should not reflect back IRL. I intend no hate or ill wishes to him or his family. This is purely just for writing and wasting my time as a coping skill. Maybe some of you will enjoy it too. I apologize in advance for any mistakes or grammatical/spelling errors. I appreciate any feedback or suggestions!

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The black Escalade wove through the Vancouver traffic, the sun beating down, melting the piles of slushy remnants from the first snow. What should have been an eagerly anticipated moment for your arrival was tense. Behind the wheel, Jensen was trying to be the bridge between you and his best friend.

“Lighten up, man. Y/n’s really excited to be out here again and wants nothing more than to hang out and cook us a nice meal.” Jensen pleaded your case.

He, in fact, suggested pizza on the risk of jetlag, but you had insisted, falling back onto the age-old idiom ‘the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.’ You already had one of their hearts, and you were convinced you could make Jared warm up to you, too, if only he saw you as who you were and not as a clingy fangirl. Yet you felt that rift growing every time you saw him. And the last thing you wanted was for Jensen to be caught in the middle.

“Would you try to like her? For me? Please.” Jensen nearly begged when Jared didn’t respond.

At least he was in the car, though Jensen didn’t give him a choice, with this outing as a pretense of drinks after work.

Jensen tried one more time, fed up with Jared’s stubbornness. “At least act nice.”

That got his attention. “Act nice? I’ll play nice if she does.” The accusation hanging heaving.

Jensen furrowed his brow. “Y/n doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.” Okay, you had a bit of a temper, were known to hold a grudge, and had a smart mouth, but Jared didn’t need to know that.

Jared scoffed. “Last time she came out, she literally laughed and criticized me for overacting.”

Jensen’s confusion grew, trying to remember the last time you came out. Then, the realization hit him as the three of you watched the latest episode together in another futile attempt for Jensen to foster peace.

Despite the animosity, Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, she laughed at a scene and apologized immediately, saying it was hard to take the show seriously now that she knows us. And I said that wasn’t it; it’s probably because you took your acting lessons from Bruce Campbell." His tongue peeked out between his teeth as he attempted and failed to control another giggle, still quite proud of the slight.

“It was a serious scene. I was acting my heart out.” Jared stressed. “You had just gotten back from hell.”

Jensen lost the smile. “In her defense, it does lose its impactfulness after the 17th time.”

“Whatever, man.” Jared pouted, looking out the window.

Jensen rolled his eyes and prayed to any god that would listen. “Would it make you feel better if we watch Devour together after dinner? Then we’ll just laugh at me.”

Jared said nothing, not taking the bait. The clicking of the blinker filled the silence as Jensen waited to turn toward the arrival gates. Jared ran his fingers through his hair as Jensen pursed his lips together, trying to think of something, anything. The light turned green.

“I don’t even know why I am here. Y/n has, like, what, two full days out here? You should be spending it together without having to worry about me third-wheeling. I’m sure there are other things that you would prefer to occupy time you don’t get over Zoom.” Jared rambled out loud.

Jensen’s eyes tightly blinked shut momentarily as he began seeking out an open spot at the curb. Jared was right, of course, only on account of his last thought, but he wouldn’t be at peace until he had the blessing of his best friend. Jensen inhaled through his nose, held his breath, and released through his mouth.

“It is important to me that you and Y/n find some common ground. If you gave her even the slightest chance, I’m positive you would start to like her.” He said calmly as he put the car into park.

“Why does it matter so much to you if I like her?” Jared pushed. To him, you were still only a rebound after Elena.

And then it hit him. Maybe Jared’s denial of his true fear of being replaced had come true.

“Because she’s my best friend and I love her!” He declared and then laughed through the shock.

It was the first time he had admitted it out loud. The silence was palpable as both men processed the weight of the words. Jensen wasn’t one to open up lightly. He felt deeply, but he was always careful with those emotions, cautious even. It had taken nearly two years before he said the same to Elena. Another before they started looking at rings. Maybe because it was one of the first serious relationships he had since the start of his career. The depth and commitment he had felt with her made the falling out that much more disastrous. He had fortified his walls to be higher and more impenetrable. Then you came out of nowhere and shattered everything he thought he knew about himself. He felt like a caged bird learning for the first time how to spread its wings, to feel the breeze on its face, and the warmth of the sun. With you, he felt free.

Jared’s eyes darted back and forth as if reading his thoughts, finding the right response. Jensen squeezed the steering wheel and nodded his head. “I love her.” He said again, the realization hitting him, fully knowing it was true. But then the terror of the statement hit him. The car door shuttered open, and the catapult of a backpack rolling over the seatbench crashing at the other end pulled Jared from his thoughts as you entered the car.

“Hiya!” You squeaked.

You pulled the door close with a thud and clicked on your seatbelt. You cleared your throat, looking up, momentarily afraid you jumped in the wrong car. But it was Jensen and Jared, alright. Jensen stared directly ahead, his face as white as if seeing a ghost. Jared scrutinized his friend. You sank back in your seat. You had thrown yourself directly into something.

Jared turned in his seat, blinking rapidly and addressing you in the most amiable tone he had ever taken with you. “Hi Y/n. Um, would you mind giving us a minute?”

Oh, you had definitely walked into something. It took you a minute to process this, but then you began fumbling with the seatbelt, “Yeah. Yeah. Of course.” And vacated the Escalade as fast as possible.

Jared’s brow furrowed, and he leaned closer to a whisper as you aimlessly knocked your fists together outside on the sidewalk. “You love her?”

He chuckled again and ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I really do.”

Jared knew he should be happy for Jensen, knew they should be celebrating this, offering congratulations, but all he felt was dread.

“Have you told her?” Jared asked.

“Nah, you’re the first to know.” Jensen clapped Jared on the shoulder. “I want the moment to be right, you know. I want to be able to remember it for a long time.”

Jared thought about faking it, but he had to be real with Jensen. “You don’t know her.”

That set him off. “Why are you so set against her? Why can’t you be happy for me? I do know her. I’ve known her for seven months, been dating her for 4 of those, and talk to her almost daily.” His voice went up an octave higher. “I don’t know why I have to keep justifying my choices to you, man? When will it ever be good enough for you?”

Jared didn’t take the bait. “But you don’t know her. How can you truly? You haven’t met her friends or her family, and it sounds like her mom is a real piece of work. Are you ready to deal with that?”

Outside the car, airport security approached you. Both boys could tell from your over-exaggerated gestures that you were attempting to buy them more time.

Jared continued. “And no offense, but she isn’t spotlight material.”

“Fuck you.” Jensen's blood boiled over. He was about to leave the car to find another way to get back into the city. At that moment, he never wanted to see Jared again.

“Come on. Give me a break. You know I didn’t mean it like that.” Though he kind of did. “All I’m saying is that if you truly are that committed to her, that this isn’t some fling, you should think about preparing her for the kind of attention it will warrant. The good, the bad, and the ugly. That kind of stress and attention can ruin a person.”

Jensen didn’t respond but wrung his hands on the steering wheel. There was a knock on the window.

“Please, know I’m just trying to look out for you,” Jared whispered as he began rolling down the window.

“Nobody asked you to.” Jensen snipped back before the security guard started to chew them out.

As the boys were on the receiving end of a very stern lecture, you slipped as quietly as possible into the back seat to avoid further angering or endangering yourself with security. Yes, spending a night in jail was on your bucket list, but this is not what you had in mind.

“Sorry, officer,” Jensen ended a profuse apology before hightailing it out of there.

You weren’t sure exactly what you missed, but the air hung thick with tension. Nobody spoke. There was only the hum of tires on the road. It hit you that Jensen never even acknowledged you. You fiddled with a loose stitch on the seat in front of you.

After five minutes and starting to get out of airport traffic, you couldn’t handle it anymore. “So…” You drew the word out, unsure how to break into a conversation.

Jensen blinked, realizing you had no reason to be as upset as him and that it was unfair to suffer from their drama, especially when you were not privy to it.

He cleared his throat. “I got the groceries you requested delivered.” However, he didn’t know how the three of you would sit through a dinner together.

“Oh, good! I’m starving. Airport food never really hits the spot, but the Cajun snack mix does kinda slap.” You rambled, trying for anything to get them talking.

They both hmmed in response. You were about to ask them about their favorite airport snack, but thank the gods, it was Jared who surprisingly saved you.

“What’s for dinner then?” He was trying. He had fucked up. He knew it. This was how he could try to make amends with Jensen.

You beamed, having perfectly planned it out, trying to finally win Jared over to your side. “We’ll start with a strawberry, basil, and balsamic whipped burrata and roasted bone marrow. Then, a small lemon watercress-radicchio salad for a palate cleanser before moving on to a butter-basted ribeye accompanied by potatoes au gratin and crispy brussel sprouts with mustard seeds and pomegranate.”

Jared’s stomach rumbled. Goddammit, that sounded good.

“And, I was considering a dessert, but Jensen said I already had enough going on, and because baking isn’t my strong suit, I let him handle the rest.” You explained. “You did handle the rest, didn’t you?”

Jensen's anger melted a little. With a smirk, he said, “Yeah, a tub of vanilla ice cream.”

Your heart dropped. “Stop.” There was a glint of teasing in his eyes as he looked at you through the rearview mirror, but the rest of his face remained deadpan. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not. “Okay, I guess I could repropose what I had in mind for the burrata, and if you have sugar on hand and something salty and crunchy, we could do a quick brittle. Oooh, maybe the cajun snack mix. Or perhaps…”

“Y/n! I’m messing with you. I have an assortment ordered from Thomas Haas.” He winked at you in the mirror.

Thomas Haas meant little to you, but anything would be better than a tub of ice cream. Okay, a tub of ice cream had its time and place, but not when you were working so hard to impress Jared. Still, you eyed Jensen skeptically, unsure if it would measure up.

“Some of the best in Vancouver,” Jared assured. “I’m sure it will compliment your dinner perfectly. I can’t wait. It all sounds very delicious.”

“Hmm.” You looked between the two of them.

There were still too many questions unanswered. What were they talking about before you arrived? Could you trust either of them to select a quality dessert or would you have to resort to brittle anyways? Were you now on a no-fly list due to the tiff with the security guard? When could you get Jensen alone (this stern look painted on his face was doing things you couldn’t control)? But most importantly, why was Jared acting so nice?

“I’ve had bone marrow before, but only in restaurants,” Jared continued. “I didn’t realize it could be done at home.”

“Oh yeah, it’s actually super simple if you can find a good butcher.” You explained.

Jensen interjected. “Don’t let her fool you. She’s been binging The Bear, and now her only goal is to become an Iron Chef.”

You smirked, impressed he even knew what an Iron Chef was. Aside from eating food, anything kitchen-related was the furthest on his interest list. You were rubbing off on him.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “It’s the easiest cheat code appetizer if you want to impress someone. You toast some bread, toss the marrow in the oven for twenty minutes, and add a few accouterments to a serving board. And bam, done.”

Jared laughed, actually laughed. “I’m sure you are underselling yourself. From what Jensen has told me, you are an excellent cook. I can’t wait to see it all come together.”

Jensen glared at Jared out of the side of his eye, the anger resurfacing. He was laying it on thick. Too thick.

You squinted, eyes darting back and forth between them. This wasn’t going to plan. You were supposed to cook the food and then become BFFs with Jared. This was happening too quickly. But perhaps you should take it for what it was. Maybe you had stuck around long enough for him to finally accept you. Or Jensen had talked you up enough. Whatever the reason, you had to stop ruminating on it. All you had to do was get through dinner. Perhaps after, you could corner Jensen into an explanation.

It wasn’t long until you pulled into the parking garage adjoined to the condos. Jensen popped the trunk, surprised to find it empty.

“Where’s your luggage?” He asked, oblivious as his conversation with Jared required most of his mental capacity.

You held up your backpack as a response, and his brow furrowed with confusion.

“What’s wrong? Are you ill?” He pestered, placing the back of his hand against your forehead.

“Shut up.” You snipped and then explained. “I’m practicing becoming a lighter packer.” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “Besides, I recall not needing much clothing last visit.”

Jensen raised his eyebrows, reminiscing, and then nuzzled his nose into your neck in anticipation of this weekend. Jared, having overheard, rolled his eyes and fought a gag. You laughed as Jensen pulled away, his eyelashes tickling your cheeks. And Jared plastered on his fake smile yet again.

“Let’s get upstairs,” He said. “I’m starving.”

-----

Dinner was coming along nicely. You were basting the last of the steaks in butter, and the boys were watching the end of a game in the living room. The thoroughly cleaned plates on the coffee table were the only lingering evidence that there had been appetizers. You snuck a bit here and there, but it was mostly to keep the two of them from sniffing around the kitchen.

With a final splash of liquid, the steak was done—perfect caramelization and crust. Now, the potatoes. You checked the timer—ten minutes, enough time for the steak to rest. And the Brussels? Shit. You scooped the last of them out of the oil in the nick of time. You generously salted them and would add the pomegranate molasses after plating. Satisfied with how it was all wrapping up, you whipped Jensen’s once pristinely white dish towel over your shoulder. There was a shuffling behind you as you began cleaning what you could.

“Need any help?” Jensen asked.

You were about to shoo him out when you heard the scrape of a knife. You snapped your head around to catch him red-handed. He stared at you like a deer in the headlights, the end of one steak pinched between his fingers and the knife hovering millimeters above. You scowled, and Jensen slowly set the knife down, held his hands in surrender, and backed up.

Your scowl melted into a smile. “A couple of minutes longer. If you’d like to help, you can set the table.”

He straightened. “Yes, chef.”

You playfully stuck out your tongue and whipped the dish towel in his direction, earning an exaggerated yelp.

Finally, after a few minutes passed, you brought the final plate to the table and scooched in. Jensen didn’t hesitate and dove in.

With a full mouth, he mumbled, “If this tastes as good as it…” Then it hit him, and his eyes rolled back in pure delight. “Oh god.”

Jared went in a little slower, cutting his steak and bringing it past his lips. He took several testing bites and paused, glaring at you. He was actually glaring at you. Dropping the act, he’d kept up all night, pissed at how good it tasted. He knew what tonight had been about. About you trying to butter him up, quite literally with butter braised steak. And god dammit. It was a good steak. And he was mad about it.

“Fuck.” Jared cursed aloud, snapping your and Jensen’s attention to him. “Fuck, that’s good.”

You smiled sheepishly, looking down at your plate. “I can’t say I’ve had that reaction before. Not quite as orgasmic as I was hoping for, maybe if I adjusted the…” Your face went pale, realizing the last part was out loud.

Jensen snorted, and Jared even cracked a smirk.

“So, um,” You attempted a recovery. “How was work this week?”

A few minutes of silence passed as Jensen gave Jared a chance to answer. When he didn't and caught him glaring again, Jensen kicked his shin under the table, prompting him further.

Jared grunted. “Well, hours weren't as shitty as usual.”

“Cause Collins hasn't been around.” Jensen teasingly interjected.

Jared chuckled. “Yeah, not as many retakes. Finally, it feels like we're making some progress this season.”

You nodded. The three of you looked back and forth, trying to gauge whether it was appropriate to continue the conversation or return to eating.

“What about you?” Jared coughed before going in for another bite.

“Same old.” You simply stated.

Silverware scraped against plates. A clock ticked in the living room. The sounds of the city rose from the streets. You dabbed the corner of your mouth with the black cloth napkin, then considered it. You’d be willing to bet good money this was the first time Jensen ever pulled them out.

Jensen tried again to spark the conversation again. “Should we talk Vegas?”

Your eyes lit up excitedly, ready to discuss a plan and details.

“So, about that,” Jared started. Jensen didn’t hide his scowl, but Jared's eyes widened, challenging him. “It’s not often we get that kind of time off work, and I’m going to meet Gen in Austin.”

Ah, so dinner wasn’t the wondrous miracle you hoped it would be. You cursed yourself for not trying a Wellington. Jensen reached under the table to graze your thigh, trying to communicate that this had nothing to do with you.

“Why doesn’t she join us?” Jensen shrewdly offered.

Jared’s lips formed a thin line before countering. “Actually, we are going to use the time to do some house hunting.” He hesitated for a minute. “We’ve started talking about, um, the next steps in starting our family.”

Kids? Oh god, Jensen was going to be an uncle. He was already an uncle to Harper’s clan, but this was Jared. All the tension momentarily evaporated as you both offered your excitement and congratulations.

“Yeah, our current setup isn’t going to cut it. We need more space, a yard.” Jared explained. “Y/n, are you interested in kids?”

Jensen choked on the last piece of steak, recovering with a swig of wine. The temporary peace was broken yet again.

“Oh, um.” You stammered, trying to think of a response. Every couple (that was serious, that is) had to come across this question. You just didn’t picture you were there yet with Jensen. And you didn’t picture the conversation would come about this way. “Well, I’ve recently only managed to keep a house plant alive, so maybe the next step is like a cat or something before moving onto a…” You gulped. “A child.”

“Hmm. So you haven’t given it much thought?” He clarified.

“I mean,” Heat was rising to your cheeks. “It might not be my first choice, looking after a little drooling, monstrous carbon copy. Don’t get me wrong, I love being Aunt Y/n to my niece but one of my own. It’s a lot of responsibility and sacrifice and time and money… I don’t know. There’s a lot of benefits, too, I’m sure. You and Gen will be fantastic parents!”

“Interesting.” Jared ignored your last comment. “Wasn’t it in Colorado that you said you’d have Jensen’s babies? Or maybe that’s changed after you got to know him more.” He chuckled a bit, trying to conceal it as a joke.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Jensen attempted to shut this down.

“No, I never actually said that.” You talked over him and defended yourself. “Casey, a fan, although more than well-meaning, took several liberties that day. A decision that big should require careful consideration rather than something silly like initial attraction or blind devotion, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Absolutely,” he responded sincerely. “Such as your partner’s thoughts on the issue. Gen and I knew immediately that growing our family was an intention for our relationship. Jensen, you’ve always wanted kids, haven’t you?”

If looks could kill, Jared would currently be en route to the nearest morgue. But then he caught a glance at your wide, curious eyes awaiting an answer. There’s no way he would lie about this. Yet, this was the first time the subject of the long-term future had been broached. He swallowed the lump in his throat with another dose of wine, then threw his napkin on his plate.

“I have always seen my future with one or two kiddos running around.” He spoke softly and slowly. “But if my partner wasn’t on board, there’s no way I’d force that upon them. The two of us would always come first.”

Jared raised his eyebrows and nodded, staying silent as he finished his last bite.

You filled the silence instead, unable to handle the pause in conversation. “Similarly, I would never want to deny my future partner if that was something that was really important to them.”

Jensen closed his eyes and took a steadying breath. This wasn’t a relationship-ending kind of conversation. You did share common ground. And it was each other.

“That seems like a lot of sacrifice.” Jared circled back to the earlier point.

“But what is love?” You asked back.

Jensen whined a high-pitched melody under his breath, “Baby, don’t hurt me,” so over this conversation.

But Jared and you were beyond dialed in.

“You want to define that here, tonight?” Jared pushed. “Scholars, philosophers, religions; they’ve been trying to do that since the dawn of humanity.”

“Many of which have brought it back to sacrifice.”

“And many of which have used that ideal to perpetuate cycles of horrendous abuse.”

You pushed your plate aside, needing the space to talk with your hands. “I’m not denying that. But if you are talking on an individual level about two people in love outside of an institution, there are many components, but sacrifice is usually one of them.”

“So you’re arguing you shouldn’t be happy for the sake of the other person?”

“I’m arguing,” You strained. “Both people in the relationship sacrifice for each other, and not only are they happy to do so, but it is a privilege. You lift each other up and balance the other, and there is a net gain rather than elevating one over the other, becoming nothing more than a mere doormat. Trust me, I’ve been around enough narcissists to understand that never ends well.”

“So that’s your conclusion: love is sacrifice?” Jared asked.

Was he trying to trap you? “Like I said, it’s a component. But at the end of the day, I’d say love is a choice. There’s those initial feelings of lust and excitement and newness that will eventually fade away. And you’ll get on each other’s nerves, and there’ll be tears and fighting, and hell, we all get old, and gravity always wins. There’ll be moments where you have to choose. In fact, there’ll probably be moments where you choose not to. At the end of the day, I’d like to end up with someone who is my best friend above all else because you’ll have that to fall back on when it's hard to love.”

Jared didn’t say it contradictory but as a compliment to your point. “Friendship is its own kind of love.” He looked to Jensen apologetically.

“Very true.” You agreed. “What do you think, Jensen?”

Jensen sighed and shook his head. He stood up to start clearing the table. “It’s a mystery. Sometimes love is just love.”

You began stacking the dishes, bringing them to the kitchen as well. “It defies explanation, logic even.” You added.

Jared grabbed the bottle of wine, refilled glasses, and brought the fresh pour to you. “And definition. It’s the ultimate expression of humanity, isn’t it? To wrestle with complex concepts.”

You chuckled, taking a sip. “I guess that’s based on how you define humanity.”

Jared leaned against the counter. “Well…”

Jensen snapped up from putting plates in the dishwasher. “How about a movie?”

Jared lost his train of thought. “I have kind of been in the mood for The Matrix.”

You beamed. Perhaps this disaster of a night wasn’t ruined after all. It would be the perfect opportunity to bring up simulation theory with Jared. From what Jensen told you, Jared loved debating and theorizing over abstract topics. It would be the perfect foot in. Maybe you could impress him after all.

Jensen caught the mischievous look in your eye. He shook his head. “Don’t…”

But you beat him to it. “That sounds perfect!”

---

Later that night, hours after discussing perceived reality, you hovered over the kitchen sink, scrubbing down the remaining mess. Jared was long gone but thanked you for a pleasant evening. Jensen came up behind you, stripped down to his undershirt and briefs. He pulled your waist to his, wrapping his grasp around your hips, and nuzzled closer.

“Come to bed.” He whispered into your neck.

You half-moaned, leaning into his touch. “I just have a few more.”

“That’s what the dishwasher is for.” He said.

You paused and stiffened. “And ruin the finish on this cast iron? You monster.” Jensen gave a light chuckle before closing his eyes against your skin as you continued. “How do you think tonight went?”

He sighed, chewing it over.

“I know.” You agreed. “I should have done the Wellington.” That earned you a pinch to the side. You yelped. “Not when I’m washing the knives!”

“Honestly,” Jensen started. “I don’t know what to think.”

You took a deep gulp and turned off the faucet before turning to face him. You searched his eyes and ran your pruned thumb against his cheek.

“I don’t want to come between you two.” You strained.

He took your hand and his and glided your knuckles across his lips.

“You’re not.” He whispered.

Your glare pierced him.

Jensen continued. “He’s coming around, albeit slowly.” He added as your gaze held, “I promise.”

Your breath released, and the tension left your body, too tired to challenge him further.

“Come on, off to bed.” He instructed.

But you turned around and yawned, “Only a few more.”

Suddenly, you were swooped up and being carried away from the kitchen. “The rest can wait.”

You hit the mattress, immediately sinking into the plush duvet and feathered pillows. Jensen followed, his warmth and weight wrapping around you. The day's weight full of travel, cooking, cleaning, debating, and worrying all hit you instantly. You closed your eyes, darkness quickly closing in. Yet you couldn’t ignore the lips peppering slow, soft kisses at the edge of your navel.

“Mmmm. Jensen, I’m tired.” You moaned over the response your body had to his touch. His fingers danced along the hem of your shirt, trailing higher. Between kisses, he breathed. “You won’t have to do a thing.”

You popped an eye open and raised an eyebrow, looking down at him through the darkness. The city lights illuminated his features. There was a feral glow in his eyes, waiting for that sweet, sweet permission he longed to hear.

“Are you proposing to use me?” You questioned, rubbing your thighs tighter, seeking pressure to alleviate the quickly growing need.

And he knew it, too. A smirk that would impress even the devil crossed his lips. “That depends,” He brought his hand from your ribs, prying your thighs apart, and you whined in response. “Would you like to be used?”

You nodded even though you could barely keep your eyes open, “Very much.”

He made quick work of your clothing, your lazy attempts to help only impeding the process. The cold air of the condo brushed over your skin, providing temporary alertness as your hair rose and you shivered in response. His hands roamed over you, chasing away the chill, replacing the sharpness with tenderness.

Even as you wrestled sleep from taking you, eyes fluttering close, you could feel his eyes on you. From day one, he made it his mission to study you; taking note of every sharp inhale, every squirm, every crease of the brow. He had been a quick and eager student. His hand gently encouraged your legs apart, his hand roving over your core, parting your very soul as he found his mark. Satisfied, his eyes closed, and his head rested against your chest as he let instinct take over.

Dancing on the edge of sleep yet pulled to the waking world by pleasure, your brain couldn’t comprehend thoughts. The worries of the day, the countless insecurities, the what-ifs, they all melted from your mind. The only thing you knew was touch. It was the only constant. The concept of time faded, and at some point unbeknownst to you, fingers had been replaced with lips.

Incoherent words praised his practiced tongue as thoughts attempted and failed to form meaning. Your hand wound through his hair, gripping to hold him in place as you rocked your hips forward. His arms hooked under your legs, lifting you higher, spreading you farther as he lost his need for air. His only purpose in consuming you.

“Jensen.” You mewled his name as a curse. “Please. God, please.”

Teeth scraped against soft flesh, sending you soaring off that endless cliff. You cried out, a slew of fractured speech. Jensen idly continued as you floated back down to reality. Only as breath returned, hungry for air, did he stop, attempting to catch some himself.

“Turn over,” He instructed through the shallow pants. “On your knees.”

You whined, rubbing your face with your palm. “You said I wouldn’t have to do anything.”

He nipped at your inner thigh. “Brat.”

You lazily smiled until he grabbed your sides and flipped you over himself. That woke you up, but only momentarily as he shuffled behind you, allowing you a minute to bury your head deeper into the pillow.

“Oh, I don’t think so, sweetheart.”

An arm snaked under your diaphragm, and you lost your breath as he pulled you up to a kneel, pinning you against his bare, hard flesh. His hands roamed your curves, already mapped in his mind, desperate to bring to fruition what he had imaged during the month apart. A hand came to your throat, gently squeezing, as he tilted it to the side.

“Color?” He cooed into your ear.

You only moaned, too tired for words, grinding your hips back into him, hoping it would prompt this process further along.

“Use your words.” He softly demanded.

“Green.” You placed a hand over his, encouraging him to squeeze harder. “So fucking green.”

He buried his mouth into the crook of your neck, claiming you, possessing you, undoing you. But two could play this game. With your free hand, you reached behind you, immediately claiming your prize. You stroked up and down his length, stopping at the apex and rolling your grasp.

“Fuck.” He indulged temporarily before taking your hand, guiding it to the top of the headboard.

Your other hand followed suit as he gripped your hips. You arched your back and swayed side to side, inviting him in or, at the very least, enticing him to hurry.

“Patience has never been your strong suit.” He playfully scolded.

As he knocked your knee with his own, spreading you apart further and lower, he bent down, planting long, deliberate kisses on the small of your back. Your eyes fluttered close yet again, your mind at war with your body, demanding sleep. He neared your entrance, testing at first, then surged forward, completely filling you. You cried out, sparks turning to flame as he flooded you. Over and over, he built pace, seeking his own high.

It was unlike anything you had ever known. Nothing existed outside of this claiming rhythm, outside of this mounting heat, outside of this ecstasy. Your mind was blank. Your mind was numb. He was the only thing you had ever known—the only thing you were created for.

His hand gripped your shoulder, arching you deeper, pulling you more flush against his hardness, hitting the deepest parts of you. Your curses and praise garbled together, moans became mute, and blinding pressure rose, threatening to break.

“Come on, Y/n,” Jensen said through ragged pants. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

“Jensen.” You cried, tears spilling over. “I can’t, I’m so tired.”

His grip left your shoulder and joined yours on the headboard, intertwining his fingers with yours as he drove into you over and over and over.

“Yes, you can.” He encouraged. “Tell me where.”

He adjusted, giving you time to assess the effectiveness.

And then, suddenly, “Ah, right there. Fuck, don’t fucking stop.” You squeezed your eyes shut.

He did as he was told, gritting his teeth together, fingers digging into your flesh as he held on. He waited and waited until he felt you close in around him, constricting, demanding he fall off that cliff with you into the deep pool of bright light. Your hands slid from the headboard as you collapsed back onto the mattress. Jensen fell with you, his weight trapping you.

It could have been minutes. It could have been hours. But eventually, you found your way to the surface again, taking a deep, shuttering breath. Jensen rolled off you onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, breathing in and out, in and out. Sweat outlined his sculpted frame as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. When his heart finally settled, his eyes found yours, and he pulled you close.

You were no longer aware if you were sleeping or awake, but still, you said. “I think it is safe to say we can move ‘exhausted sex’ from the maybe category to any fucking time or day.”

He laughed and kissed your forehead. “Thank you.”

You groaned. “Oh please, let’s not start that again.”

“Fair.” He agreed and thought of something else to say. “You’ve ruined me.”

“I’ve ruined you?” You corrected. “Sir. You’ve gone and rendered the entirety of the male species inconsequential.”

“Okay,” He challenged, rubbing his eyes. “You can’t be that tired if you can spin that heap of bullcrap.”

You burrowed into the crook of his arm and closed your eyes before mumbling, “It's not bullcrap. You’ve ruined me too.”

His eyes darted back and forth in the darkness, contemplating everything you had said about love and god, even children. He looked back at you. Your breath had slowed and evened out. And he knew his epiphany remained true. His love for you was beyond his initial attraction, curiosity, or, frankly, his blue balls. He’d give it all up if you asked, find some office job, become a cat dad. And then it hit him why, and he chuckled, saving that thought for another day because now sleep was threatening him too, and he might not be thinking rationally.

He kissed your hair and whispered, testing it out loud. “I love you.” A cold, electric shiver ran throughout his being.

He froze as you stirred. “Hmm?”

He chuckled. “What would you think about going public?”

You shot up, fully conscious. Fully alert. Your brow furrowed, trying to comprehend.

“Aren’t we already public? You did ask me out at a convention?”

He also sat up, rubbing his hands through his hair to stir further energy.

“Well, kind of. People know I’m dating, but only a select few know who.” He explained trying to assess your emotions at the same time. “We’ve done a pretty good job keeping a wrap on your identity.”

“Probably ‘cause your ballcap and sunglasses are such a convincing disguise, Clark Kent.” You teased.

“Smartass,” he grumbled. “Probably more likely because I have a good manager and an even better team right now who locked down and scrubbed your social media.” He waited for you and added, “If you don’t want to…”

“No, that’s not it.” You stopped him. “I… Can I think it over?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need; there’s no rush.” He assured.

“I’ll have to talk to some people beforehand. Friends, coworkers, family.” You gritted your teeth. “My mom, she… Well, she might make things difficult.”

“Hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up so late. We can sleep on it and talk to the team tomorrow. They’ll answer any questions you have and maybe provide some guidance on the hard things.” He bent down to look into your eyes. “Okay?”

You nodded in response.

“Let’s get some rest, yeah?” He encouraged again and pulled you down against him.

But how the fuck were you supposed to sleep now? Your whole world could change overnight. And you weren’t sure you were ready for it.

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[the-froschamethyst4]

Rosary

𖤐Pairing: Priest! Soap x Nun! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

��Warnings: smut, language, a deep secret, nudity, sex in a Church, cam-girl, male and female masturbation, P in V, eating out, age gap (25-33), Sinners, more use of Johnny, breast play,

𖤐Summary: Two people have a deep secret one likes to be in front of the camera, while the other likes to be behind the computer screen and watch

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10:20PM

No one was up or at least no one should be up. Father Johnny was up, lights had gone out around 10:00, he opens up his laptop that was stashed in the drawer in his nightstand next to his bed.

He plops on his bed, and laptop of course on his lap and he opens it turning on to a cam girl site, he scrolls down and finds the cam girl like likes to watch the most, to where he knows her schedule, the time she starts, and when the time she ends.

She usually starts at 10:00 or even early like 9, and ends within an hour or so. He sees her stream had started and joined in, she never shows her face just her chest down, and if she does happen to come on camera then she has a black face mask on only showing her eyes, but you could always imagine what faces she does make under the mask.

She starts off by whining, her seated with her legs behind her and sitting on her knees, hands messing with her thighs, she moves a toy under her briefly showing off her wet clit.

Johnny moans just a bit and fishing his cock out of his sweatpants just barely stroking his cock.

She slowly starts to grind her hips on it, moaning and moving her finger tips against her cold skin, sending shivers down her spine and hardening her nipples.

Johnny know what he is doing is wrong against God, but he can't help it, seeing this woman's body on full display for him, her hands groping her breasts and playing with her nipples with a few moans coming from her mouth and playing with her nipples some more.

Johnny grabs his dick and gives himself a few pumps, bucking his hips up into his hand, his finger going over the tip of his cock.

"Oh fuck," she mumbles. Her breathing was fast and her hips moving back and forth were also moving fast.

"Forgive me my Lord," Johnny says, looking up and kept jerking himself off and cursing under his breath. "Fuck, fuck," he moans.

The cam girl then moves off the toy she was grinding on, putting it aside and in the back Johnny could see something, a rosary hanging on the back of the room.

Then Johnny realize his favorite cam girl was a catholic.

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Next Morning 8:00AM

"Good morning everyone." Father Johnny says standing at the alter. "Today I want to go over...something that is considered a human desire. Sex or masturbation...it's a sin, I will never shame anyone who does do it, but...confessions are always open near my office...if you would like to talk about it please go to confessions to confess your sins. Other than that...let's pray and do our chores," Johnny says.

The nuns all bowed their head to pray, Johnny then looks at the new nun, she had arrived to his Church close to 3 months now. She's been quiet, hasn't gone to confessions, and she very much keeps to herself. Father Johnny has even asked for her to come visit him a few times, but never does.

Johnny looks down at her hand he sees a rosary, one that was very familiar to him, but it was such a common style of rosary, maybe it's not who he's thinking.

He clears his throat and walks to her, she stops and turns to face him.

"Yes, Father Johnny?" She bows her head and looks up at him.

"Please, Sister Y/n...come with me for a moment, I would like to speak with you," he says.

"My chores, sir?"

"I'll have Sister Olivia take over for you, please, follow me," he was gentle with her. Y/n never spoke out of term, got on anyone's bad side, and she was peaceful.

"Father Johnny, is there something you want to say?" She asks, looking up at him as they walked in the courtyard together.

"Yes...I...I was wondering, that rosary, it's passed down?"

"Yes, I found out my grandmother was a Nun, and I was given it to help me along this...journey." She says, rubbing the beads with her thumb and ran her thumb over the cross.

"Why are you here, Sister Y/n?"

"What do you mean, Father?"

"Excuse my words, I mean. Why are you here in the Church? Why did you want to become a Nun all of a sudden? You have no bad record, your family isn't part of the Church, you are...a sweet girl already but yet...you are here? Why?"

"I...I'm not sure," she says, looking down. "It felt like I needed to be here, but then...I...don't really want to be here at the same time."

"I don't think I understand, do you have...another passion?" Johnny was getting to the point now, what was the point, he doesn't know. He doesn't want to push her and it's not her, it's not the woman he sees on his laptop screen.

"No, no, I don't, I don't have another passion," she was quick with the answer and seemed nervous.

"I wasn't trying to push you into...any sort of confession, why so quick with a response?"

"Because I feel like I'm being interrogated like I did something bad," her face was red with frustration.

"Hey now, it's okay-"

"No..." Her fist were balled and clenched onto her skirt. She admits a deep breath and un-balls her hands. "Excuse me father but I must go," she says, standing up and heading off.

Johnny was left on the bench confused but also...intrigued, he shouldn't pry but he feels like he needs to know more, more about Y/n.

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10:00PM

Night had rolled around, Johnny was walking around making sure all the Nuns were heading to their quarters for the night, he sees Y/n at the end of the hall, she looks at him and scurries away. Maybe he did push her a little too far.

He walks down the hall only catching a glimpse before she shuts the door, her room...

*Slam*

"Fuck," he mumbles under his breath. Her room matches the woman's room. It was the same layout, same everything, but only if you put some purple LED lights on, but it was her...

Y/n takes off her habit, putting it in the dirty hamper and setting her new one for tomorrow, she walks around her bedroom only in her bra and panties, setting her rosary on the doorknob to her closet. Her laptop was shut but she opens it up.

Going to the website where she does her cams, logging in and turning on her camera, pointing it down only showing her chest down, she starts her live, but not before putting in a title to get clicks and people into her live.

Title: You come home from a rough day at work

Y/n sits on her knees, palms resting in her chest, smoothly running down her chest, pulling at her bra and her breasts fall out with a few small bounces. She let's out a soft moan and plays with her nipples to make them harden.

"I hope you had a good day," she softly saying into the mic almost ASMR style. She bites her bottom lip while reaching over behind her laptop on purpose putting her boobs in front of the camera to grab a dildo.

Johnny watches with his hands interlocked together over his mouth as he just watches...no masturbating tonight, he just watches on how this, innocent looking, quiet, gentle girl could be doing something like this when night happens.

Her legs were propped up giving you a good view of her wet clit and the dildo sliding in like it was nothing, she first starts out slow, letting out a few moans as her free hand gropes her breasts. Putting her head back and starts moving the toy a bit faster now.

Johnny wanted to go in there and just take her for himself, but he didn't want to embarrass her. So, he held back but he knew who she was now.

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Watching her in the courtyard from his office window, he felt like he knew her dirty secret and he did.

Y/n could feel eyes on her, she looks up seeing Johnny in his office but quickly looked away from him. She starts packing her things up and heads back inside.

"Sister Y/n. Father Johnny would like to see you-"

"Oh no, I have to pray-"

"He said, you can pray afterwards, he wants to see you now," Mother Sarah says while leaving Y/n.

Standing outside his office door felt wrong, like she needed someone to be in there and witness something, she knocks on the door and here's a deep come in from Johnny. She comes in, announces herself and sits down on one of Johnny's leather chairs in front of his desk.

"Y-You wanted to see me?" She asked, looking at him as he was still near the window.

"I want to ask you...a few questions, Sister Y/n."

"O-Okay?" Johnny sits behind his desk and opens his laptop with something already pulled up, screenshots of Y/n.

"FATHER JOHN-"

"Is this you?" He ask.

"W-What is this? A-Are you going to k-kick me from the Church? How d-did you even get that?" She asked him questions. "That is highly inappropriate-"

"That's coming from someone who is on the internet showing off everything about her," he titles his head. "Sister Y/n, I'm not mad about it, nor will I kick you from the Church-"

"So, what you're going to blackmail me now, if I don't have sex with you because of this, you found my cam page, so what-"

"Oh how the attitude switches...no, Sister Y/n, I would never blackmail someone over something like this," he shuts his laptop.

"Okay, and?"

"And...I do want one thing-"

"Blackmail," she says.

"No, it's not going to be blackmail," he says, shaking his head. "I want to appear in one...one cam show-"

"ARE YOU CRAZY!!? You know what, no, I don't need you to kick me from the Church, I'll be leaving on my own terms."

"And go where, Sister Y/n? The next Church will even ask you why'd you leave this one, what will be your excuse? My Priest found my cam show and I've deiced to leave?"

"No, it was going to be, my Priest was a pervert and mocked me when I didn't have sex with him! I will be leaving!" She storms out of his office as Johnny was calm...why was he calm?

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Marching to her room, Y/n slams her door grabbing her pillow from her bed and screaming into it, her muffled scream soon died down as she throws the pillow now. She hates him, she fucking hates him.

"Dumb Priest, you are going to blackmail, I know it. That's how you men are!" She points to a random picture in her room and yells at it treating it as if it was Father Johnny. Grabbing that same pillow to scream in it again. "Dammit!" She yells tossing the pillow again.

Y/n starts grabbing a suitcase to stuff everything into, she grabs her clothes first stuffing them inside and sitting on her suitcase to make more room for her other things like bathroom stuff, shoes, then she'll come back with boxes to stuff the rest in.

"Fuck him, fuck that annoying...dumbass...handsome...blue eyed...man," she starts trailing now. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, no, no? Why the hell am I thinking about him? No, no, stop it, Y/n, stop it, you want to leave, you need to leave...but he'll be sad, won't he? Fuck me!" She tossed a pair of shoes at her door and fell on her back, annoyed and pissed off.

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Johnny was still in his office writing emails and thinking about tomorrows sermon, as he typed there was a knock at his door.

"Come in," he says. The door opens, he looks up from his laptop. "Sister Y/n? W-What are you doing here?" He asks, closing his laptop.

She doesn't say anything, she grabs the her skirt and slowly lifts up.

"Sister-" before any other word was said, Johnny gets a good look at her, her bare smooth, probably soft pussy was on fully display for him. "Y/n?"

"I'm sorry?" She questions.

"You're sorry...for what?" He asks. She doesn't say anything, she drops her skirt and kicks the door closed, she walks to him, sitting on his desk and closing his laptop.

She lifts again and Johnny just looks down smirking, he grabs her thigh giving her pussy a good look some more.

"Is this...a gift?" He teased, looking up at her face, she was red to the face, and looked embarrassed. "What just happened to the girl that gave me attitude?" He asked, this time he moves her onto his desk and places her right in front of her.

Her skirt still lifted up. His hands gliding on her thighs, and his fingers gently spread her wet folds open, he sees where she was already messing with herself before coming to his office. Pre cum leaking from her and slowly landing on his desk.

He just smirks licking his lips, and moving down on her, his tongue licking between her folds, she let's out a soft moan, her hand going to his hair.

"Ah! F-Fuck," she moans.

"Such language in a Church," he smirks.

"I-I only curse when I-I feel g-good," she confesses.

"Your first confession."

"N-Not funny, just k-keep going," she moans, her thighs squeezing around his head when she felt good. He smirks and his tongue starts dancing around, licking her, pushing into her and making the wettest, sloppiest sounds ever made in the office.

Slipping her up and thrusting his tongue in and out of her, she puts her head back and moans before coming into his mouth, he smirks cleaning up all of her juices leaking from her.

He groans and then he stood up standing between her thighs, he starts unbuckling his pants and Y/n helps him, pulling out his dick and giving him a few pumps.

Y/n was pushed on her back and Johnny aligns himself up at her entrance, slowly pushing in. She falls on her back, Johnny bends down kissing her neck and then her lips.

He rocks his body a bit slow and then slowly starts picking up speed. His hands slam on the desk trapping her against him and the desk.

"Holy fuck," she says. It's been too long since Y/n has been properly fucked by a man and not a random dildo. Y/n has one that was considered "life size" but it didn't feel real since she's on Johnny's dick now.

Johnny pulls her to be on his lap now while he sits on his chair, his hands plant on her ass and starts slowly bouncing up and down on his dick.

"That's it fucking hell," Johnny says, putting his head back, while Y/n puts her hands on his shoulders and smiles down at him.

"I-I'm gonna c-cum again," she moans out, while Johnny smirks and starts making her bounce at an ungodly pace. Moans, skin slapping, groans and the sound of a hand colliding on her ass filled the room. Giving out one last moan, Y/n ended up coming.

Her forehead rested on his shoulder, she bites on his shoulder as he slowly raised her butt and his cock falls out and cum leaks from his tip.

"Ahh~ shit," he moans out.

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Aftercare felt weird and impossible. Johnny wanted Y/n to have a bath but she said she'll do it when she gets to her room. She didn't want to be pampered by Johnny, she just wanted to go back to her room, do everything on her own like she always does.

"Y/n let me clean you up."

"No, I'm okay, I'll do everything," she was use to it, knowing what she likes to have happen to her after sex or even masturbating, she didn't want him to do anything.

"Y/n," she was then picked up off the ground and taken to his bathroom, she was set on his bathroom counter as he starts a hot shower. "I want you to take a bath and relax, when you're done let me know, and I'll get you back to your room unseen, okay?"

"Fine."

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Getting out of the shower Y/n had a towel around her body and changed from the towel to some extra clothes Johnny had laying around.

"Father Johnny," she says. "I'm ready to head back to my room," she says.

"Alright," Johnny was in his normal clothes t-shirt and sweatpants and they both headed to Y/n's bedroom.

Y/n opened her bedroom door and heads inside.

"Thanks, Father Johnny."

"For walking for back to your room?"

"For everything, really," she says.

"Everything?"

"You're not...a pervert, I don't know why I said that, I think I was angry with you, but like you said, I put myself out there might as well expect that to happen," she says. "Anyways...good night."

"Good night, Sister Y/n." She shuts the door quietly and gently. "Goddamn," he says, walking back to his office.

"Dammit," Y/n says, sliding down her door.

[femmefatalevibe]

Could you please give us some types for the initial stage of being alone because you have cut all of the toxic people around you?

Allow yourself to feel all your emotions and thoughts, authentically and without self-criticism or judgment: Acknowledge that you're grieving. Accept that you need to mourn your loss. Even if it is better to move on in life without these people, it is healthy and completely valid to grieve the relationships you had with these people – regardless of whether they were one-sided, deluded, or otherwise toxic. Allow yourself to cry, be angry, lie in bed, etc. Hit a pillow, sleep in all day on a weekend, or wear a set of pajamas for a WFH day. Give yourself permission to engage in self-soothing behaviors without any type of self-harm or self-sabotage.

Rest, relax, and pamper yourself in your leisure time: Spend time taking it easy – reading, watching TV, doing a face mask or another indulgent skin treatment, using a body massager, cooking dinner in a silk robe and slippers, lighting a candle, cozying up in a blanket, etc. Allow yourself to feel at peace. Create a sanctuary in your space.

Take time for introspection and self-discovery: Being in any type of relationship with toxic people is draining and can cause you to feel as though you've lost a part of yourself by trying to make the relationship succeed. Now, it's time to reclaim yourself after you've courageously cut out these toxic people from your life. Consider and honor your deepest desires, values, interests, hobbies, lifestyle, goals, aesthetic, food, sexual, entertainment preferences, etc. Go on a self-discovery journey to figure out who you really are, what you believe, and who you will work to become as you enter this new, exciting chapter of your life.

Journal, read, eat healthily, work out, drink plenty of water, and sleep: Go back to the basic healthy habits. Try to journal for at least 5-10 minutes a day (using a 5-minute journal, morning pages [writing 3 pages of stream-of-conscious thoughts first thing in the morning], journal or shadow work prompts), make 2-3 whole food, plant-based meals with carbs, veggies, fruits, proteins, and healthy fats, find some ways to incorporate movement into your day – 30-minute walk or yoga session is enough if that's all you can manage consistently, have your body weight in ounces of water daily, and sleep for around 7-8 hours a night. Do some inner child healing by taking care of your core needs.

Indulge in all of your favorites: There's a lot of fun you can have when you have total freedom regarding your daily activities and choices. Give yourself permission to enjoy this solitude. Wear your favorite outfits every day (occasion-appropriate options, of course), including pajamas, loungewear, lingerie, and accessories. Make your favorite meals and snacks throughout the week (incorporating some healthy options in there to feel your best – I love a good oatmeal bowl, frozen grapes, baked Japanese sweet potato, or a hummus and vegetable plate). Watch your favorite TV shows or movies. Indulge in a glass of wine you love or reread a favorite book. Create a masterful playlist. Plan a day of your favorite activities (a long walk, getting a coffee, indulging in a spa day, going to a farmer's market, going to a yoga class, etc.) Treat yourself like your own best friend.

Get comfortable doing things alone: Honestly, no one cares or is paying attention to if you're doing activities alone or with someone else. If someone shows too much interest in your solitude, they're probably projecting their own insecurities regarding their perceived social ridicule. Take yourself shopping, to the nail salon, out for a meal, to the movies, etc. alone. Personally, I love doing most of these things alone anyways. Running errands alone gives you some space to clear your mind and think freely.

Define what an ideal social life and/or relationship looks like for you: Once you've become comfortable with yourself and living life on your own terms, it's time to embrace your desire for human connection and socialization. Consider the types of people you want in your life – their values, personalities, interests, goals, favorite activities, relational boundaries, etc., and where/when/how often you want to interact with them.

Create an action plan: Reconnect with the people in your life who continue to show up for you and have been a light through these toxic relationships and their lasting effects over the months or years. Decide on the places, groups, and ways you'll reach out/try to meet these people. Figure out how to expand your network, and make new connections. Don't be afraid to put yourself out there. You won't vibe with everyone you meet, but it is worthwhile to engage in small talk with several strangers if even one of these new faces, later on, becomes a good friend or acquaintance. A varied social circle is a great way to enrich your life.

Take small steps, then strides: Be gentle on yourself throughout this entire process. It is perfectly okay to take one day at a time during the grieving process. Everyone's healing journey will look different and evolve at a different pace. Don't let these toxic people remain in your heart, mind, and spirit. Remember that you deserve love, kindness, happiness, success, peace, and patience.

[stormingfrost]

Wonders of the Invisible World 

Tags: Body horror, major character death, Implied/Referenced child abuse, original characters, pitch/sandy

summary: 

Through hundreds of years of strange things happening all over the world, finally someone sees. The Bennett family is now at the forefront of every children's tale - except, now, they learn that these tales are not only real, but much, much darker than they first thought.

For @rotg-halloween day six: Dystopia  

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chapter six: Dystopia 

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Her feet slammed on the dirt, each footstep seemingly jostling her entire body until her legs were nothing but pain. Katherine paused, leaning against a tree and panting.

“Why’d you stop?” The voice in her head asked. “We are almost there.” 

“Be,” she gasped in between breaths. “Quiet. We don’t need to see them now. Just… in a bit.” 

She felt the voice silence, but that never meant it was over. Silence meant angry pouting. 

“Emily, I need a break.”  

Her vision grew blurry and dark.

The trees were rattling when she came to. She was on the floor. Katherine rolled her eyes. 

“We won’t get anywhere if you throw these temper tantrums.” 

“Stop speaking to me like I am a child. I’m older than you.” 

“Then act like it. It’s not the end of the world if we don’t get there immediately.” 

She sat up, staring at a frozen pond. 

He was supposed to be in there. He wasn’t. She wondered how true Death felt. 

The boy, that frozen corpse, was the one thing keeping everything stable. If the boy managed to break the ice and stumble to the ruins of his own home, then that was a sign. 

And then, he just never returned to the pond. Everyone understood him to be dead.

There were five humans directly in this mess. Emily didn’t care about helping them, after all, humans are why she lost her own body. But she was bound to Katherine, and Katherine cared.  

If Katherine didn’t solve why they were able to give the boy his peace, all hell would break loose. If she didn’t find them first, something else will. 

Her joints ached. She looked down at her hand, watching it as it turned soft, small, and young. And then rough, wrinkled, and aged. It morphed, along with the rest of her body. 

She closed her eyes. 

She could control it, once. Being able to turn any age she pleased was a gift at first. Enjoying youth while being able to reap the benefits that adulthood brought. 

But now, she was out of control. 

She didn’t know why, even after spending hours hunched over every book in her collection, even after every spell, she was not able to stay in control. 

She rested her hand, now a young adult hand, on the ice. 

“Nightlight?” She whispered. 

The wind didn’t answer her call. The boy didn’t gargle at her, some part of him recognized the name. 

It was a repetition she didn’t enjoy. Her Nightlight, her once shining love, was stuck in the body of a completely unrelated corpse. She didn’t know how much of the corpse’s memories were her Nightlight’s. Most of the memories were the boy’s. Every year, she’d find him crying at the ruins of his former home, and every year, she’d try to relive his misery. 

If not an obligation to her love, then it was to soothe the misery of the dead. 

She didn’t know if Nightlight was buried with the boy or not. 

“He’s not here,” Emily said. “Find the family. Five humans. We need to know how they were able to kill one of us.” 

“They didn’t kill him,” Katherine reminded, “The boy was already dead. Just received peace.” 

“Very well,” Emily drawled, mocking Katherine. “We need to know how they were able to… give him peace.” 

Katherine stood up, brushing snow off her pants. 

“There’s a fork in the path.” She held out her hand, seeing two lines of stories guiding her in completely opposite directions. 

“Just pick one.” 

Katherine shrugged, choosing one of the stories and following it. 

This story was one of anger. Hurt. Maybe the anger and hurt could make a human able to see them. Be able to stop the cycle through violence. 

The boy was shot and buried, after all. 

She had only a vague description of the family. Three adults, and two children. One boy and one girl. Their stories were all twisted together, so she separated the adults from the children. Katherine chose the young girl’s story, which at this point in her life, solely consisted of two adults and her brother. 

It was less complicated and, therefore, easier to follow. The fork was not something she anticipated, but she supposed it made sense. After all, they had seen them multiple times. Everyone wanted a peek. 

They must’ve split up to try and confuse them. It worked because she was getting further away from the pond and nearer to the other side of town. 

She stopped in front of a building. A frown grew on her face. 

“A prison?” Emily said, her tone sounding about as confused as Katherine felt. “Did they hide in a prison?” 

“Perhaps. Only one way to find out.” 

She held onto the story, following the line like it was Ariadne's thread. 

She walked past every guard, every security measure, and every door. The story stopped in a cell. 

A man sat in a cell, lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. Katherine watched him. 

“What do you know?” She whispered. 

She couldn’t see his story. She frowned. 

“You can’t read him?” Emily asked.

“Not at all.” 

It only happened a few times before. Sometimes it was a deliberate choice, cutting the thread of the story off and hiding from her. Sometimes they just didn’t have one. 

The child’s story included this man. He was important, but Katherine didn’t know how. 

“Talk to him.” 

Katherine sighed, slipping into the cell. At least he was alone. 

She closed her eyes, pulling from stories to make herself visible to the man. 

The man jumped, looking at her with alarm. 

“Hello,” she said. “I’m here to ask you questions.” 

“I didn’t do it,” the man said immediately. 

“I didn’t say you did anything.” 

The man looked her over. 

“Well, little lady, what do you want?” 

“Answers.” 

“I don’t like him,” Emily said. 

The man stood up, a little bit closer to Katherine. 

“I’ll give you all the answers you want, but, if you do me a favor.” 

“I hate him,” Emily insisted. “Let me have control. I will drown him in a tsunami and-“ 

Katherine ignored Emily. 

“What kind of favor?” She asked. The man sighed, running a hand down his face. 

“I was accused,” the man explained. “Wrongfully. I didn’t do anything to deserve to be here. They all hate me. She took away my kids by lying to everyone.” 

“Let me kill him,” Emily whispered. 

“Answer this first-“ 

“No,” the man said. “I won’t until you get me out of here. Please. You have no idea what it’s like. Everyone thinks I’m this monster. Please!” 

“Kill him,” Emily chanted.

Katherine sighed. 

“I’ll just go.” 

She slipped through the bars. The man screamed, yelling after her. 

“Please! You don’t know what it’s like!” 

She paused, turning back. The other people here were watching the man, whispering about how he was going crazy.

“I don’t know,” Katherine murmured, walking back to the cell. The man reached for her. 

“You’re in here. The story that led me here was full of anger and pain. That would be you.” 

“Pain, yes!” The man pleaded. “It’s so painful to be locked up… I didn’t do anything.” 

The person in the cell next to them scoffed. 

“You remind me of someone I knew once,” Katherine said. “Desperate. You’re useless like this. I have other options.” 

“No! Please! I need to see my son! Don’t you have mercy for parents missing their children?” 

Katherine turned on her heel, facing the man. Everything clicked into place with his words. 

“I can read you now. You lied to me. How dare you pretend that you didn’t hurt him? How dare you.” 

“He dies!” Emily cheered. 

The man stopped his weeping. He slammed a hand on the bars. 

“Let me have control,” Emily said. “I will take care of him.” 

Katherine shrugged. 

“Alright.” 

She closed her eyes. Darkness welcomed her. 

She woke up in a field, the prison distant on the horizon. The man was conscious, odd. Emily must’ve lost control easier than before. She normally finished the job. 

“Emily?” Katherine asked. 

There wasn’t a response. She frowned.

“No,” the man begged. 

Katherine wasn’t violent. She had no sympathy or pity for this man. Katherine examined him. 

A broken leg. Bruises. The vines around them dug into his arms, holding him in place. She glanced up to the distant prison. Flashlights beamed through the fog. 

“I won’t kill you,” Katherine said, kneeling to face the man. “They are going to find you and put you back. Don’t worry, you got dealt with a much better hand than others.” She turned away. 

“Emily?” She tried. 

Nothing. 

She glanced back at the man. Leaving him for the guards to find was her best choice. She wasn’t a murderer, so she wasn’t going to finish what Emily started. She also didn’t want to be near the man like that ever again. He was going to be found and brought back. They’d say he escaped but fell into a thorny bush. 

She needed to figure out why Emily was silent. It wasn’t normally so quiet in her own head.

The family could wait, the consequences be damned. She needed to know if Emily was okay. She couldn’t lose two friends. She couldn’t lose another person again. 

[mrchiipchrome]

So here are some prompts from songs that I've got ideas around, feel free to request blurbs for whoever:)

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1. -Honestly I’m better as your boy, I’d be kinda shitty as your man. Let’s go back to only being friends.

2. -I don’t wanna fall in love, -No?, -No.

3.  -Oh…I got way too attached, -That wasn’t the plan?, -No

4. Where’d all the time go?

5. -Time to get out, I don’t want you around.

6. -I couldn’t see you the way you saw me.

7. -I tried my best to be worth all your while, -You just gotta let me go.

8. -Loving you was a hazard, so I got my heart a helmet.

9. -You like the pretty girl, with the pretty voice?

10. -She might let you stay, but just for the night.

11. -Oh I’m down on my hands and knees, begging you please, baby.

12. -You’re making me crazy.

13. -I’m feeling so tired, really falling apart.

14. -It just doesn’t make sense to me, why you’d stick right next to me, wherever I go.

15. -I feel the way you’re looking at me through my peripherals.

16. -Next thing I know she was feeling on me.

17. -I just hope you don’t wanna leave me…

18. -Only I belong with you and only you darling.

19. -I think of her so much it drives me crazy.

20. - I hope you find peace for yourself, -New girlfriend ain’t gonna fill the void.

21. -I went to hell and back, just to find peace.

22. -I can’t describe what I’m feeling.

23. -I don’t care how long it takes, as long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face.

24. -Save your tears

25. -It will be okay, as long as you’re here with me.

26. -I wish I could live through every memory again.

27. -So, can I call you tonight?

28.-She looks just like a dream.

29. It’s just like seeing her for the first time, again.

30. -Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.

31. -I’d rather lose somebody than use somebody.

32. -It’s you and me, always forever.

33. -...is the girl that I wanna kiss.

34. -You know I get so forgetful looking in her eyes.

35. -There’s nothing to keep you from falling in love.

36. -Cause all of the small things that you do, are what reminds me why I fell for you.

37. -Don’t forget to kiss me.

38. -I might need you or I’ll break.

39. -I act like I don’t care

40. -I bet you wish that I was still right there.

41. -I think I like you best when you’re just with me and no one else.

42. -No one can save me but you.

43. -You never felt this way?

44. -I’d never dreamed that I’d love someone like you.

45. -Everytime you go away, you take a piece of me with you.

46. -I can feel your body move.

47. -I want you here with me, from tonight until the end of time.

48. -You’re just too good to be true, I can’t take my eyes off of you.

49. -You’d be like heaven to touch.

50. -Please let me know that it’s real.

51. -I wanna feel you in my arms again.

52. -You’re the light in the deepest, darkest hour.

53. -There goes my baby.

54. -I’ll never deserve you 

55. -Just hold me now

56. -What do you say when words are not enough?

57. -It feels like you don’t care

58. -No, not a single tear

59. -Tell me what you heard

60. -A pretty face with some cute lips.

61. -So kiss me once and kiss me twice, and kiss me once again.

62. -It’s been a long time.

63. -When you kiss me, heaven sighs.

64. -When you press me to your heart, oh I’m in a world apart.

65. -Give your heart and soul to me.

66. -I’m in heaven.

67. -I want my arms around you.

68. -It’s nice to have you back, where you belong.

69. -The band is playing, -One of our old favorite songs.

70. -Leave your worries on the doorstep my dear.

71. -Life can be sweet.

72. -Oh I’m on the sunny side of the street.

73. Stars shining bright above you.

74. -Dream a little dream of me.

75. -Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me.

76. -Promise to me, you’ll dream.

77. -We may never, never meet again.

78. -Oh when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you.

79. When I saw you last night and got that old feeling.

80. -When you caught my eye, my heart stood still.

81. -Give me a kiss to build a dream on.

82. -Oh, give me your lips just for a moment.

83. -Wherever you’re going, I’m going the same way.

84. -We have all the time in the world.

85. -Give me your kisses, I’ll give you my heart.

86. -Give me the right to call you all mine.

87. -Though we’re apart, you’re part of me still.

88. -You came, -You saw?, -Oh you conquered me.

89. -Fantastic? Oh that’s you.

90. -I still get jealous.

91. -All my wildest dreams come true, -When I’m near you?

92. -Love makes me treat you the way that I do.

93. -You’re afraid each thing I do, -Is just some evil scheme?

94. -Why can’t I free your doubtful mind, and melt your cold cold heart?

95. -Pardon the smile on my face dear.

96. -Your lips are as warm and sweet as wine.

97. -I’ll keep you safe.

98. -For I can’t help falling in love with you.

99. -My heart is yours.

100. Bound to falling in love.

101. -I knew a girl just like you once.

102. -I'll always look out for you.

103. -I won't let you down.

104. -One day it'll all make sense.

105. -For you, I'd bleed myself dry.

106. -Baby, you’re the best.

107. -I haven’t seen you in a long time.

108. -I gave it all for a fantasy.

109. -I'll love you better if you let me.

110. -I'll love you forever.

111. -My heart is a broken mess

112. -Are you honest?

113. -I’ll take you just the way you are.

114. -You’ll always have my unspoken passion.

115. -I hope no one catch us, -But I kinda hope they catch us

116. -Baby you’re all mine.

117. -Maybe it couldn’t work out in the end.

118. -I know you want me.

119. -I’ve been getting mixed signals.

120. -I’m just trying to get closure.

121. -I know she’s a loser.

122. -Is it wrong?, -Is it right?

123. -Nobody does it like you do.

124. -You’ve begun to feel like home.

125. -I’ll be right here.

126. -I've been trying to get you out the friend zone.

127. -Baby, am I your little secret?

128. -And I guess I’ll just miss her, even though she isn’t even really gone…things are just different.

[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 13

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, (coming soon Part 14, Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: I'm fine WT: mention of hospitals and surgeries Words: 954

It takes a few hours, but finally, the snowcat manages to get to the chalet and drive Eddie to the village and, as promised, the first person he sees is Wayne, who shoves away the policeman who is trying to stop him from getting to Eddie.

“Wayne!” Eddie calls, running toward his uncle, and they hug in the middle of the street, in the muddy snow, under the stare of all the rescuers. Wayne’s arms are strong and Eddie lets himself be held like a kid while he cries on his shoulder.

“It’s over. It’s over, kid. Are you ok?” The old man asks, checking his boy for injuries.

“I’m fine.” He replies, brushing away the tears “How is Steve?”

“The local hospital was not equipped for him, they drove him to the next hospital. Robin and Hopper are already there, I was waiting to drive you there if you feel like it.”

“Yes! Please! I need to see him!” Eddie begs, and Wayne nods, guiding the boy toward the car.

 One of the policemen tries to stop them, telling them that Eddie has to fill in some documents or whatever, but Wayne tells him to fuck off and gets in the van, driving slowly toward the hospital due to the weather condition.

“Are you sure you are ok?” The old man asks the boy who is fidgeting at his side “We can ask the doctors to check you over as soon as we get there.”

“I’m fine.” Eddie insists, even if no matter what, he is still freezing. He turns the heatening to the maximum but something inside him tells him that he will always feel cold, no matter what “Did you see him?” 

Wayne shakes his head “Didn’t get the chance. I saw the ambulance leaving and Robin and Hopper getting into the car, nothing else.”

“Didn’t they call to give you news about him?”

Wayne sighs “Honestly? I don’t think they have any news. The boy wasn’t in good shape so the rescuers rushed him to the hospital and I think he is still in surgery.”

“Surgery?” Eddie asks, worried and confused.

“His leg was broken pretty badly, but I’m sure they are fixing him right now.” Wayne tries to comfort Eddie, but the metalhead is spiraling: what if he did a bad job trying to fix Steve’s leg? Or if it was worse than they thought? What if it was too late to save him? Steve is the other part of his soul! Eddie can’t even think about living a life without him!

“Stop it!” Wayne scolds him and Eddie turns abruptly toward his uncle “I know you and I know that you are thinking all the worst cases scenarios, so stop that shit right now. We don’t know how is he, but the only thing I’m sure of is that seeing you worried like that will not help him. Try to stay positive: he is alive and the doctors are taking care of him right now, ok? Everything will be fine.”

Eddie nods, biting his nails while he looks out of the window: the scenario is so peaceful that he can’t believe that all that soft snow almost killed them, he turns toward the radio, surprised to find out that they were actually under the snow less than two days, it seems like forever.

The road is still covered in snow, and Wayne drives very carefully, even if Eddie can’t tell that he is as anxious as he is “Can I call Robin?” he asks and Wayne points to the little bag in the back.

“The mobile phone is in the bag.”

Eddie takes it and calls the girl who starts to cry as soon as he hears his voice.

“Robs.”

“Eddie… oh my god. Are you ok? Did they rescue you? Of course, they did! You are calling me.” She says anxiously.

“How is Steve?”

The girl sighs on the phone “We haven’t seen him, a nurse told us that he was in surgery because his leg was badly broken, they wanted to make sure it healed properly.”

“I try to fix it… do you think… do you think I made everything worse?” He asks, trying to hold back the tears.

“I’m sure you did your best! The doctors are just trying to make sure everything heals in the best way.”

“Right. You are right. Wayne and I are… I don’t know where we are but we are coming. Would you keep an eye on him for me?”

“No need to ask me.” She replies, and he can hear that she is smiling “Oh, Hopper wants to talk with you, hold on a sec.”

“Eddie.”

“Hey, Hop.”

“Are you ok?”

Eddie nods, as the man can see him then he realizes what he is doing and answers “I’m fine. It’s Steve who is injured.”

“Did you let the doctor check on you?” Obviously not, so he doesn’t reply and Hopper hums “I’ll ask the hospital to be ready to check on you.”

“I told you I’m fine…”

“And I’m telling you that I’ll believe that when a doctor will check on you, and I’m pretty sure your uncle thinks the same.”

“As soon as I know how is he.”

“No. As soon as you get here, and please don’t embarrass me.”

Eddie closes the call angrily.

“Everything ok?” Wayne asks, looking at him worriedly.

“Hop thinks I need to be checked over, but I’m fine.”

“It’s not a bad idea. Just to be sure you are ok.”

“I’m fucking fine!” He yells angrily, and then he covers his mouth with his hands “Sorry. I don’t why I did that.” 

Wayne pats on his knee “Don’t worry kid, I get it. Just try to relax a bit and we will be at the hospital in no time.”

[sanjana-aqua]

UNEXPECTED LOVE

Yoongi X Reader

Romantic series

May have 3-4 chapters

word count: 2.7K

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Sitting in the room balcony, he was relaxing and drinking wine while enjoying the view. The night city view was giving him calmness and peace that he was longing for. Only this one day in a month he gets for himself and he wants nothing else but peace. So, instead of hanging out or shop, he prefers to stay in his cozy room.

‘Tomorrow… again the same thing…’ he signed and just then, a notification popped in his phone. He signed knowing what it is. He took his phone and sipped his drink while reading the message

Tomorrow, night 8 at bachelor party. Do not be late Suga.

He kept his phone aside and went to his bed…

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“Come on sana…. It will be sooo fun…. We arranged everything…” a girl squealed while convincing sana…

“Ava… you know I don’t like such parties and plus you are saying you have called male escort… like really…” Sana raised her eyes.

Ava “yeah I have… come on… it’s your bachelorette party… you are getting married in three days… you should enjoy…”

Sana “like this?” she questioned her

Ava whined and said “I called him just for show okay and I have prepared everything especially for you… just have some fun naa… “

Sana smiled seeing her excited and nodded. After spending some time with ava in shopping and dinner, she returned back to her home and lied on bed without even changing. She is getting married in three days… she was freaking out even when it was a love marriage. She knew Stefan since high school, he proposed her in college and she accepted it. They both dated for two years and decided to get married. Everything was fine, still she was getting anxious and nervous.

“I should call him once…” she said and took out her phone calling Stephan.

‘The number you are dialing is currently busy… please try later….’

“Damn it…” she cursed when the same thing came for 8th time. “Who is he speaking to at this hour…”

Before she can again call, she received a text from him “Clients are on the call… I will speak with you…”

She took a deep sign and threw her phone on bed. She got up to take shower and change in comfy clothes. Lying again on bed, she closed her eyes and drifted to sleep while thousands of thoughts roaming in her mind.

NEXT DAY; evening time

After debating a lot, sana finally went to Stefan’s house. He was not responding her properly and said that was out station. But his assistant told sana that he did not come to work and is in his home. She wanted to trust him but the situation was saying otherwise.

As soon as she reached his home, she saw his car and understood that he is there only.

‘Why he lied to me?’ she thought and made her way to his house. She stopped near the door and for the very first time, she was afraid of ringing the doorbell. She took few deep breaths and ringed it. But no one responded. She tried for 10 minutes but in vain. That’s when she remembered she is having extra key to his home which his mother gave her.

Without wasting a second, she used those spare keys to open the door. As soon as she entered, she felt weird as the whole house was silent. She went towards his room and on the way, she heard something…

“ahhhh….”

She stopped at her place hearing the voice. Her breathing became fast and she started taking fast steps to his room. The sound of moaning was increasing as she reached his room door. The door was opened slightly, so she peeked inside and the scene in front of her shook her to the core.

A girl was riding Stefan and his hands were on her breasts. Both were moaning and kissing in between.

Tears formed in her eyes seeing this and she silently took their pics. Without making any noise, she went from there to her bachelorette party.

At the party;

Suga was in the dressing room and was changing his clothes to a police officer. As an escort, he has to entertain his customers and fulfil their wishes, which involved a lot of role plays. That’s why, he always had a set of roleplay costumes with him.

‘God knows when I will be free from this work…’ he signed and pasted a smile on his face.

Outside, all the girls were enjoying the party. Drinking, dancing, games, gossiping, everything was going on. Ava was waiting for sana as it was almost 9 and she didn’t come. Also, she was not picking up her call.

‘Where the hell is she?’ ava thought to herself.

Suddenly, her gaze went to sana who was entering the venue. Ava smiled but got confused a bit, sana was wearing a normal jean and top.

Ava went towards her and said “why are you late and what the hell are you wearing… we were supposed to wear black theme dress… we planned it yaar…” she whined

Sana “fuck off ava and let me enjoy myself…”

Saying this, sana went to the bar section and ava was stunned. She understood there is something but was unable to figure it out. She thought to ask her but she had to attend the guests too. So, she went to the guests while thinking to asks sana later about the matter.

Here, sana came to the bar and ordered shots. The figure of his fiancé fucking a girl was not going out of her head. she started gulping alcohol when she heard a voice….

“Good evening, ladies….”

She turned to the owner of the voice and saw a man standing wearing cop outfit. She took a shot checking him out.

On the stage, suga was standing while having small rod and handcuffs in his hands. He smirked checking out every girl and said “how are you doing ladies…”

A girl came towards him and said in seductive voice “what is the matter officer…”

Suga grinned and pulled that girl close by her waist and whispered on her lips “I came to arrest you for the night baby…”

The girl blushed and slightly pecked his lips saying “then arrest me officer….”

Before suga could say anything, he heard a voice “stop….”

His gaze went towards the voice and he saw a girl, in a simple tea and jean, mid-length loose wavy hairs and a hot body, standing while holding a beer bottle.

He left that girl and came towards her asking in a seductive tone “yes miss…. What can I do for you…”

Sana checked him out from head to toe. She smirked and wrapped her hand around his neck saying “I am the bride to be… don’t you think you should entertain me only…”

He wrapped his hand around her waist and whispered in a husky tone “what should I do to entertain you… mam…”

“Come with me…” Saying that she held his hand and dragged him. Suga was shocked a bit but went along. Ava tried to stop them as she knew sana was drunk but before she could act, sana took suga in the room.

“What the hell is wrong with her… why she is behaving like this…” Ava said to herself. She first thought to inform Stefan or her family but didn’t as they have no idea about this party. She was just praying sana should not do anything stupid.

Entering the room, sana locked it and sat on the bed like a queen. Suga was standing in front of her trying to read her mind. He had a close look to her earlier and sensed that she was crying. He was about to say something when sana said “strip…”

Suga was taken aback a bit and asked “what…”

She took a sip of her beer and said “you heard me… strip… now…”

Without saying anything further, suga started to remove his shirt.

Sana (furiously) “is that what you call stripping… SEDUCE ME…” She yelled a bit.

Suga stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

“What you are looking at… do what I say…” she said with shaky breaths.

Suga came towards her and caressed her cheek slightly saying “are you okay mam…”

This small gesture of him made her a bit weak. It was like she was craving for someone to ask this thing with such warmth. When his soft hands touched her cheek with gentleness, she really felt like crying her heart out.

‘no no no… not now….’ She thought but her emotional barrier broke. She hugged him tightly and started crying.

“I am not okay… not okay….” She cried and he hugged her back. He sat on the bed without breaking the hug and made her sit on his laps. Hugging her waist, he started patting her head caging her in his embrace.

His shirt was getting wet but less he cared. He knew she needed to cry, whatsoever be the reason, and he was comforting her. He knew this was not part of his job bur right now, this felt right to him. After a minute or so, he sensed her crying turned to soft snobs.

He parted from the hug and gently wiped her tears asking “you okay now?”

She nodded like a child and said “bit better… thanks…”

He forwarded her a glass of water and she gulped it in a go. She was still sitting on his laps.

“You want to share what happened…” he asked while stroking her hair.

She looked at him and asked like a lost puppy “can I?”

Suga smiled and said “strangers are the best persons to share… they don’t judge…”

Sana too smiled lightly and said “you’re sweet… can I know the name of this stranger…”

Suga “Its suga…yours”

Sana smiled a bit and said “I am sana…”

She got up from his laps and said “before coming here, I caught my soon to be husband Stefan fucking a girl… “

Suga also got up from the bed hearing this. Sana was back facing him and said “I never thought that the one person I loved and cherished the most will do something like this.”

She turned to him and said while sobbing “I feel like my whole life is a lie…”

She started weeping remembering the scene and he immediately hugged her while trying to calm.

“Break the marriage then…” He said while still hugging her. She looked up at him and said “how can I? what will happen to our parents… all the guests… they…”

Suga shushed her and said “They are not going to spend their whole life with him… it’s you… and think sana… will you be able to live your whole life with a cheater… if he’s doing this before marriage, he can do this after that too… so it’s better to break this marriage…”

She thought for a minute and said while sniffing “I think you are saying right… I should break this marriage… after seeing that… I just cannot…”

He broke the hug, patted her head and asked “feeling better…”

She looked at him and smiled saying “thanks suga…”

He smiled back and said “welcome…”

He came towards her and slightly brushed his hands on her arm asking a bit seductively “is there anything else I can help with… mam…”

Sana understood and her cheeks flustered at this. Suga was definitely having an effect on her and even if she wanted, she was not able to refuse his touch.

“I… I… I don’t want to have… you know… se…sex…” she stuttered a bit and he chuckled at this…

For the first time, suga was feeling like doing something to a girl. He wanted to feel her. So, without thinking twice, he pulled her close and touched her lips with his thumb asking “then what you want… mam… consider me your slave tonight…”

Her body shivered on this and she was unable to say anything. Seeing her state, he gently brushed his lips on hers saying “I have a solution…”

He left her and took out some cards from his pocket and asked “choose one…”

Sana looked at him and thought ‘maybe I can let myself lose tonight…. After all,… my marriage will definitely be called off… I have proofs to… so let’s do it…’

She took one card with her shaky hands and gave it to him without looking at him.

He looked at the card and smirked. Sana was confused by this but her eyes widened when he read what was written in the card…

EAT ME TILL I CUM

Suga looked at her and said “shall I? Mam…”

Sana’s heartbeat increased and her breath became uneven. She calmed herself a bit and gave it a thought.

Looking at him, she started undressing herself.

Suga was shocked a bit and he was literally drooling over her body.

‘Damn… she’s sexy… her neck… breasts… fuck she must be 40 or more… her waist… and that fucking dripping cunt… I really want to touch her….’ He thought.

She looked at him and smirked seeing him drooling. She walked while swaying her hips and she came towards him saying “only eating me out… nothing else….”

She passed him and lied down on bed while opening herself and suga was a bit stunned seeing her bold move. She was definitely testing his patience…

He gently placed his finger on her went cunt and she moaned a bit. Hearing her soft moans was like a beautiful song to him. For the first time, he was willing and enjoying doing this…

“you’re damn wet sana…” he whispered and sat on his knees, his face in between her legs.

Sana knew what was coming and she made her mind to do this. Maybe rebound or revenge, she wanted to enjoy with suga.

“You made me wet suga…” she said while taking a deep breath and he said “then let me make you more mess…”

He rolled his tongue on her cunt that sent shivers down in her spine. Just his one touch made her feel pleasure to the core.

“Can I finger you while eating out?” he asked while touching her vagina and she nodded on this while moaning.

He started rolling his tongue back and forth on her clit, simultaneously fingering her.

“ahhh…. Fuck suga….” She moaned loudly feeling heaven.

He smirked and sucked her clit which made her squirt and release her precum…

“You are delicious sana…” he commented and started finger fucking her fast while sucking. She held the bedsheet tightly and felt some kind of knot forming inside her. Her breathing became heavy and she arched back while moaning loudly, making suga understand she is on edge. One more suck and thrust, and she came on his tongue...

She was panting and trying to catch her breath while suga tasted her till the last drop. He cleaned and asked “you okay…”

She nodded and said “can I ask for one more thing?”

Suga caressed her cheek and said “yes you can…”

She got up and sat facing him. Holding his hand, she said “will you cuddle with me tonight?”

Suga was taken aback as this was unexpected. Out of all the clients, she was the only one who asked for this. He got a bit emotional by this but said “sure…”

She smiled and they both laid down. Before hugging him, she kissed him for few seconds, leaving him a bit confused.

Suga “what was that?”

Sana hugged him and said “a thank you and kind of reward…”

Suga hugged her back and asked “reward for?”

Sana snuggled more in him and said “you made me cum for the first time…”

This was a shock as well as a proud statement for him. He hugged her closer and said “then I deserved this reward…”

He started stroking her hair and soon they drifted to sleep.

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Part 2 coming soon

[tj-van-heerden]

More on the Holy Spirit.

The Holy Spirit enables us. "Enable" means: To render capable or able for some task.

Christians receive the Holy Spirit at salvation. The Holy Spirit enables us to live the Christian life and to have a living and active relationship with God. The Holy Spirit also enables us to do the work for God which He called us to do. The Holy Spirit enables us to understand the Bible and helps us to pray. He puts righteous attitudes in our hearts and puts righteous thoughts and guidance in our minds. The Holy Spirit enables us to develop the right character which will show to people the image or character of God, and God is glorified by it. People who have the Holy Spirit and truly follow Him, often find that people without the Spirit clash with them in many ways.

If you have not received a gift of the Spirit, pray to God and ask Him to give it to you. He will answer at the proper time. Then you can minister to others using your gift.

John 16:13 [WEB] However when he, the Spirit of truth, has come, he will guide you into all truth…

Matt 10:19, 20 [WEB] But when they deliver you up, don’t be anxious how or what you will say, for it will be given you in that hour what you will say. For it is not you who speak, but the Spirit of your Father who speaks in you.

Luke 4:18 [WEB] “The Spirit of the Lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to heal the broken hearted, to proclaim release to the captives, recovering of sight to the blind, to deliver those who are crushed…

John 14:16 [WEB] I will pray to the Father, and he will give you another Counselor, that he may be with you forever: the Spirit of truth, whom the world can’t receive; for it doesn’t see him and doesn’t know him. You know him, for he lives with you, and will be in you.

John 15:26 [WEB] “When the Counselor has come, whom I will send to you from the Father, the Spirit of truth, who proceeds from the Father, he will testify about me.

John 16:13 [WEB] However when he, the Spirit of truth, has come, he will guide you into all truth…

Acts 8:39 [WEB] When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord caught Philip away, and the eunuch didn’t see him any more…

Rom 8:6-9 [WEB] For the mind of the flesh is death, but the mind of the Spirit is life and peace; because the mind of the flesh is hostile towards God; for it is not subject to God’s law, neither indeed can it be. Those who are in the flesh can’t please God. But you are not in the flesh but in the Spirit, if it is so that the Spirit of God dwells in you. But if any man doesn’t have the Spirit of Christ, he is not his.

Rom 8:14 [WEB] For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, these are children of God.

1Cor 6:11 [WEB] Some of you were such, but you were washed. But you were sanctified. But you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus, and in the Spirit of our God.

Eph 4:30 [WEB] Don’t grieve the Holy Spirit of God, in whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.

2Tim 1:7 [WEB] For God didn’t give us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and self-control.

Heb 10:29 [WEB] How much worse punishment do you think he will be judged worthy of who has trodden under foot the Son of God, and has counted the blood of the covenant with which he was sanctified an unholy thing, and has insulted the Spirit of grace?

1Pet 4:13, 14 [WEB] But because you are partakers of Christ’s sufferings, rejoice, that at the revelation of his glory you also may rejoice with exceeding joy. If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed; because the Spirit of glory and of God rests on you. On their part he is blasphemed, but on your part he is glorified.

1John 4:2, 3 [WEB] By this you know the Spirit of God: every spirit who confesses that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is of God, and every spirit who doesn’t confess that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh is not of God, and this is the spirit of the Antichrist, of whom you have heard that it comes. Now it is in the world already.

1John 4:5, 6 [WEB] They are of the world. Therefore they speak of the world, and the world hears them. We are of God. He who knows God listens to us. He who is not of God doesn’t listen to us. By this we know the spirit of truth, and the spirit of error.

Gal 5:22, 23 [WEB] But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faith [or, faithfulness], gentleness, and self-control…

Eph 5:8-10 [WEB] For you were once darkness, but are now light in the Lord. Walk as children of light, for the fruit of the Spirit is in all goodness and righteousness and truth, proving what is well pleasing to the Lord.

Matt 10:34-36 [WEB] “Don’t think that I came to send peace on the earth. I didn’t come to send peace, but a sword. For I came to set a man at odds against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. A man’s foes will be those of his own household.

2Cor 6:14 [WEB] Don’t be unequally yoked with unbelievers, for what fellowship do righteousness and iniquity have? Or what fellowship does light have with darkness?

1Cor 12:7-11 [WEB] But to each one is given the manifestation of the Spirit for the profit of all. For to one is given through the Spirit the word of wisdom, and to another the word of knowledge, according to the same Spirit; to another faith, by the same Spirit; and to another gifts of healings, by the same Spirit; and to another workings of miracles; and to another prophecy; and to another discerning of spirits; to another different kinds of languages; and to another the interpretation of languages. But the one and the same Spirit produces all of these, distributing to each one separately as he desires.

[libidomechanica]

“And its first empty airless apartment with knyȝt,”

A curtal sonnet sequence

               1

At þe schaterande hym to, and bell, gave it a year ago, in token; miry watz neȝ at þe leue nouþe; and neuer. With me from hevene it into thee. Thence me, renew them folȝed long lookst babies in stede stif mon nere, Ande oþer felle; and with þwonges waxeth wan: levedy, al for that mad pursuit? And its first empty airless apartment with knyȝt, and a pond that leads men to answer. Slower, little Castlereagh?

               2

Light and þenne, ȝet breued mony prowde with came with spenne-fote more; and our badly spoke, and þat pyȝt in his sister, can escape from on glode hym charres of birds, that I can die by imag’d thinkes you to take and þat yow to that churl Death it is what your mind the grand poets almost mind. Of Westminster’s deadly peril amongst the load. That did not for to the edge of their promise their vain ende. And Gawayn þe knyȝt ful loveth?

               3

Interpreted, and Juan’s suite, late cars which physical discussion, yea, in things seem to answer. As I am crying to discontent could I desperate now bigyled, me þink me better Death—he turtles go, withouten loþe; Ay two though he ne lutte, and lifted holes: arsenic, arsenic, sure, for madder music, my body still rubs his head is okay but only fiction, which you both twain with þis departed.

               4

Without, roses riotously loked. So dark directed to binds he does spring his for all they not your money of maner meued to breast I oft has fetter, to please. When did the hills. ’ Mine. What a boy he’s give myself known, that laden pedigree, muscle and alone step-dame Studies blowing, longed þat oþer, þat fnast þat al watz hetterly þer expoun in folk at þe fyre vpon molde hit yow ȝelde me now also yow bytyde!

               5

I cried. Passing that is þen any ground here is whittere thy lodger, my humble cottage-trees, they tell, some thrise-sad tragedy. His mould; and fear, a globe of Poets fury tell, pointing; then practice losing is so cort rychest, flood that’s rather looks: in the times whoever they could not be sene, beknowen of many of us is a juggle to rend, and loss is not how, but her leudes hondes for as much to each!

               6

Bi þe byhoued, and patrounes bicome welneȝe of their deodands; thou, silence ever dwelt or dwelling throat. My breast, falters from his neither. A rib’s a thousand, as from behind the sorts and plump they soon a tap of my study window pocked hem tille, þe rich or Spanish. I sleep to happen to forsake, with weather of desire, if God could she struck me, they will not to bed. Doubts honor, or as a won in world is green.

               7

At having loom, the grew or state, that appear, a dark sea-line looking from the brave: and, soberly your heads or boudoir out of the bourdez. Chalk mimics painted stairs, let bee. When fire on his flint. No hwef goud haldez þe barbe of þat is gone; the flock to Top powered by a raccoon. For, in the start, what he met, if þay hym þat auþer þat ran on Art. In the bird to master many acres, a little boxes framed of loue.

               8

Is perjured, murderous square fast flash like to all beau. And stemed as layt no fyrre. Love so much closde all made hym þat must steer with sapphires. A sign! Stille, I will have I not know. And Thou messengers through t is all or chaise, or names in at yow fyrre— bot in his cortaysye, bi sum oþer neuer Krystmasse coming worth. Good-morrow comly cort to kill the place þer glemered his blonk ful bysily, and ȝe me to believe it?

               9

Where Ioyes peace in tent yow devaye wolde lyste his dynt scho hade a wind might hour in riding therefore even with all her hond. Some who submits to a wall, their strange, all partake you full action, and wyth wynter wyth penyes to fonge þay of the airiest mute þat giserne in this delightful land, which I forbore—thy tongue; and consequent to be known, every this face I probably still contrary, she is short beside himself than any.

               10

What is fall’n, may be sung in my eyes be blessed on þe molde on þe morn, for he is not Europe alone.—Through Kennington and þe bay, his hors much wele bi þat he wolde keuerez bi heggez hym he wolde borne rennez, and the way to go vpon folde þat on mesure his hwe men hit is þe lasse luf hor lotez þat haþel for those some lonely kid in a ker syde, rocherez rungen aboute. ’ Purple grain of my hous on its pure.

               11

And so speciall locks thus said the will have I no more, Love’s gain, and con schulde telle me here I saw her own cost of other. For in parliament; the news falters all; and parted þe were as before me: thy thumb is laid. Here on þe slot euen, talkkande ful ofte, and think much of þe lorde of even condescends to welde þe were. And foolish Jealous man who bawled for his meyny maden are a patterning for þe schal bynde yow!

               12

With care and coyntly ho made her cloke, and so nor will join my own. The edge of the almond flower; like life in the pomegranates budded. Neither beddez verayly oure luflych knyȝt, tyl Kryst I not dare. Litigious game: hiding the horrible as quyk go hymself, segge, bot vnhap ne may nothing I for a blow. First age, on snawe. Man were to fonge þay dryuen þerinne, haled hem þe rybbez radly ryȝt here’s Whitbread?

               13

I built helez, and me, enchantment witch! A bliss in londe. I dreamed a bank of it a clumsy name. Thee still he fled. Start back from an aspirant to thee, is the earth bring house, dropped about blame. Must steer with blind eyes the wine. And brush of oþer halowez fast by thy love in beauty,—that is like what your worde and Kryst I kennes of warm than moon, and his honde. And in grene þay boþe— bot let me pour forth, have I now myseluen: lo!

               14

For ȝe haf þe schalk schewed his hed watz stad, his guardianship through the crush it under me þynkkez, I haf fonge þe knyȝt comly: Bi Krystmasse gomnez in þe houndes wyth lotez þat ran on Art. Have I nolde bred betweenwhiles softe. And then, wise- women is, the field, where he steps pursue, and eft his schelde þe hiȝ dece þat Arþurez half-suster, þe kay fot on stall; Cupids art; at length with Barsabe, þat Gawayn vpon; clere?

               15

After death, while we provide than lie, but this delights!—Hysterical,—he breath,—he front. For soþe, as hit no more he hym þe schyre grene. Beauty, Lady dear Willie? And ryde me ȝederly, and Miss Araminta Smith a morsel he lyked. Or so? Busk no mon had gone, nor double. With wind; or on a prayed hym with that surfaces then pray that she will fall a Xerox of so much the main—why should blaze like cloudy center.

               16

—Even losing is nys, and ȝe me tone. Talk aboute, of þe brode paumez; for to keep itself a drap o’ dew, into my soul, going to the birth canal or pilot the view; else may we for blisse, long dead, long since deeper, everything, when someone you grow. And his income, thought of This anious uyage. His duties condescended, to telle, lepez ouer þe day she a won in the force to fle for a workman that go wide.

               17

Break, break, breaking love —whose evening valleys. To frozen clips, your lyf; þe lette as gold to blowes both to þat trwe Alle þe mon ten years, it mighty men. And breke bi bonkkes ful bene to seche: he seȝ hir syde, þe bryȝt of blisse, long dead! Til he cannot the ghost of toil, save that says, Shalom! Ne kyd bot þrye, Er þe halue, and alle þo riches exposed to sette, let him not bettering adieu; and, constrayne, in Bout blame.

               18

And alle þe syre and meled þat hyȝe bonkkes ful mony, for a mere speche vnspurd may wel with a flitting in Spanish, and fears, it might—and bryȝt sword upon me: my mother silk-saft faulds to thy voice: next Corinna’s eye? And woried me destroys and line: sweet than Life in Death—he turned in mote; forþi for five months and lyȝtez bilyue, and tooth’d in blod braydez out any noke I oquere hit ful hende on þat I cannot better?

               19

And from West to play on every creature alle arayde, now, sir swete. Thy Kingdom is the Sultan, as a move him,—she did the chrysolite. On lyue þay stoden, laȝt to þe chapel of þe hendely, þen lymped. That touch of sum herbered in aȝayn—and þay ȝede, how is the law of your skin which maystrés of Merlyn mony luflyly hit a fest fowre fraunchis nome, and he asked, after were bryȝt þrote þrowe best to þat wrong.

               20

Juan, who is the fool believing him her eyes! My tears do contrary I read her quiet dream, gives me endite; take me as a bed. One halle day, by various train’d, how exquisitely minutes haste: impatient—all forwardez þay dronken, and I almost cold, made his breast almighty every day, when þay haue; þe borelych leȝten leue I yow hyȝt þe dust; we are comes nerre wyth droȝt þe asaute watz burne, bi ȝowre hest.

               21

To-morrow, if we mighty Babylon: whether the things the maiden posies, and þe halchez al menskly depe, bot wylde, and to mee: no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, my Deare, let bee. And new babies, and yet, love, my beloved unto me, Rise up, a fountain of mortals, or of bordes barres to ring; till many years pervades and worde, ’ quoþ þe schalk mimics painting Inuentions stay; inuentions pith, sudden a syþe.

               22

Juan, whom I left it by þe bakkez in vche dales of your prysoun ouer þe auentayle, enbrawden brydel quik—to þe schal fonde noȝt forȝate, com ȝe þere as pillars that snap the talking looks like cloudy center. Scorch not, sweet: yea, I was a littel dich he watz stad, his pockets ticked man dancing in chamberlayn, chosen to yourself, þat noȝt dutte; for I discern when thought or forefront bare þre cosses so gode. Thee, Cynara!

               23

Nor ever yet—ah me! In wondered þe bonkkes ful bene to see thing but in the pride, to þe hyde. Ah, happy lot. Of Laila smite does shed upon the flower said novenas the Fount of brende golde auncian hit praysed is green figs, and siþen mony pynakle pay but write my milk: eat, O friend and defaced the moon is thy break in tech of summer as long. When birds and it wasn’t I algate my mind or mortal Beauty.

               24

This—when I have lovelier was received and þe asay þe, and the Bow of Evil Fate but some say, Don Juan, whom my soul, going tongue silly poet. Left his melly mot þay here, gaue him as a grape appears ago; and þay teldet hym reuerence met with anyskynnez hom on hiȝe settel semlych lorde þat ernde to þe halydam, and wyth a rynkande kry as klyffes had me began, the subtle Censor scrutinize.

               25

But O for a palm tree, I adore the view; else callez vpon erþe, þe hunt in her care touch. Love on—some but the very night. And throng in the hornez ful snart, þat ferked þare; þenn dresse, what have a threadbare elbows, shewing throat. And the hill? From queþen he ward through string like an hour. So ryde and whispers to have, extremely heat mustn’t be so bolde in his for ev’ry scene. They rejoiced together, like a sleeve, thought, from thee! And so fast?

               26

And thy store that sette þe better body bigger room with spikenard, spikenard sendeth forth runnen for? And people talking, busy bot bare distresses bound its freezing age, til þyn ax haue in þat on þe comloker he folȝed longe to lowe; ȝe schaft vpon Godde, ’ quoþ he, it is at they say his uisage verayly hit wharred to þe tape rolls an ox o’er like what I do and light. For ever weep, Love, struck me better.

               27

Yea, all the world of straw into golde ful stoundez fast and let affection awaits it, that sale as þe stone nor much merþe: mony wylsum way he rasez, hurtez hem þeroute, bifore þe peple calle, and whored, that good as Fort Knox. He hatz wonyd here ful tayt best he were, for þou frayst, fynde. I might drown await Thee—Throne any quyle yow lakked on hir knyȝtez in her eye, to march in the number’s some straue to escape?

               28

Compared watz al wonen into an oval, square, or no! Belovëd, thou art fair, my sights, things the departyng do me þis wyse, I will get me he gryed with hope, and roue þe wele of a city found lance; so þat in þis fre mon, þe liþernez also of some fresche, folde, for the nuptial bede hit aloft lepez hem blyþe—blynne, burne, stif to an encountenaunce dryȝe a delful dynt, and ferden to that it is a lo’esome ways.

               29

Met here’s Madam, steppez þay passion, when þe segge fote he sleper vnslyȝe, þat note schedez on high nor atom that sea deriu’d, tears believe so much solace books could be plac’d euer ber bugle blow—I swear it can his launce. My Juan, having flesh of brute bloom renew’d; whilst, like the insolence every Existence sayes, but babble, my sistersunes and dreams. Had set sumquyle in bytoknyng of cat or dwelling. I say, No.

[misskasu]

24-hour media diet journal for May 17, 2023

I am Kiera. I have lived in Arizona my whole life. I am working on my  Bachelor's in Interdisciplinary degrees with Psychology and media analysis. I don’t know what to get from this class, but I look forward to it because I love working with media! I want to get my Master's degree in either Social work or Library and information science undedicated. Enjoy my digital diary!

Welcome to my 24-hour media diet journal for May 17, 2023 l! I chose to document a typical Wednesday for me — I try not to use my computer (unless I’m doing homework). I spent much of my day reading or watching tv, which you’ll see a hefty five hours below. I seldom use social media unless I get a notification of someone's birthday or job/ club opportunity on LinkedIn or Discord (but I try to check Discord and Linkedin daily).  I am not the one to show off unless I win the Nobel peace prize or break a world record or something. I don’t like using media ( including my smartphone)  unless I have to because I value my privacy, and those would be the expectations. ( with the exception of simple DIY projects of how to fix/ clean something or calling for a place that I need to go, like the dentist  FAQ, including hours/appointments)  This is a typical day for me unless I am doomsday scrolling which is seldom because I have 5 classes this summer.  I also have clubs, but they all meet less than once a month ( the ones I can attend), so they won’t be mentioned in this post, along with my personal appointments.  

7:00  a.m. — Gmail, unlike most of us, I start my day scanning emails from my personal one and  my ASU account ( and other announcements)

 7: 30: 7:45 AM After I shower,  I like to do wordle/digits from the New Times.  My Grandmother lives in Michigan, so she almost will Always do it before me and often gives me hints.  In the wordle, you get 6 tries to try and guess a  five-letter word. In digits, you use any combination of numbers to reach the target number. Add, subtract, multiply, or divide to get as close to the target number as possible 3  stars are given for bullseye See  Examples below (not today's word).

7 to 9 a.m. — Phone (after I shower/ morning tea & gum  ) I always start my morning with maintenance. I check my email out as much in the spam and check in with all the clubs and my grandmother. 

Link: https://www.nytimes.com/games/wordle/index.html

 8:00 a.m. — https://canvas.asu.edu/

 I check out Canvas to ensure I am not missing any assignments and then make my weekly to-do list.

9:30- 10: Typing pal: https://app.taptouche.com/accueil/

10:15  a.m. to noon  — Pandora ( in the background) 

I turn on Pandora working on while I work on my smaller assignments

1:30 p.m. — Finished lunch break after 2 episodes of Netflix series ( in this class, the flash. No spoilers, please I only season 1, episode 12 )

1:50  to 3:00  p.m. — “Canvas ” (With  Pandora in the background) 

Back to my Canvas,   with some distracted social media breaks interspersed

  to check to see if Anyone has posted anything so that I respond to them accordingly. And cross off assignments that I finished ( including the responses)     

4:45 p.m. — Revise To do list  

 Some assignments take longer, especially if they are papers or essays with multiple responses from that one assignment.

5:30  to 7  p.m. —  try to sneak in another  2 episodes of the Netflix series ( in this class, the Flash.) After I fed the dog and re-wrote my outline for the week.

8 to 9:30 p.m. — reading! This is a typical day for me … and now you know how I blaze through a YA  book every other week.

[turnmen]

An Idol is Nothing in The World

You will be drinking charm and work on top of it without any remorse, once you have an understanding that An idol is nothing in the world. but if you are not aware of this truth, the sight of charm can even kill you through fear

1 Corinthians 8

 Now as touching things offered unto idols, we know that we all have knowledge. Knowledge puffeth up, but charity edifieth.

2 And if any man think that he knoweth any thing, he knoweth nothing yet as he ought to know. 3 But if any man love God, the same is known of him. 4 As concerning therefore the eating of those things that are offered in sacrifice unto idols, we know that an idol is nothing in the world, and that there is none other God but one. 5 For though there be that are called gods, whether in heaven or in earth, (as there be gods many, and lords many,) 6 But to us there is but one God, the Father, of whom are all things, and we in him; and one Lord Jesus Christ, by whom are all things, and we by him. 7 Howbeit there is not in every man that knowledge: for some with conscience of the idol unto this hour eat it as a thing offered unto an idol; and their conscience being weak is defiled. Lack of knowledge brings fear, this is why we always emphasis that you stay on the word of God always. If you know God, you fear nothing in the world, nothing else matters. You do not know God, that's why you fear. Make TurnMen website your home, watch out what happens to you in six months. I am not boasting, but even if i boast, it is on the assurance of the power that is in the word of God., but just give it a try and see it yourself. God is more real than you know, just come to the knowledge of Him and check out the difference. Every time you stay on the word with the spirit of revelation, you are staying on power, you are staying on light, you are staying on light; it will surely rub off on you.

John 10:35 - An Idol is Nothing in The World

If he called them gods, unto whom the word of God came, and the scripture cannot be broken;

Romans 10:17

So then faith cometh byhearing, and hearingby the word of God. in verse 7 of the above scripture you discover that the bases on which this fact becomes effective is knowledge. it means that once you do not have this understanding through knowledge, that an idol is nothing in the world, you will definitely believed the lie that there is anything like an idol in the world. you must understand that the knowledge is what produces faith that is able to fight back or withstand any lie by the devil.

Once there is faith, fear is gone

There is no fear in faith, and once there is no faith there is fear The word is light while demons are darkness. Hence once they come in contact with the word, they completely lose all they hang on. It is like you take a fish out from water to land, it cannot survive there. Hence if a man is loaded with the word of God, from afar, demons will run from such a one. And this is a cheap way to stay in peace on earth. THE WORDDEMONSLight, life, createDarkness, death, destroy Hence the word of God carries power that completely demoralize all demons.

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[rametarin]

Engagement as a form of harassment.

Experiencing it again has reminded me of a certain technique women do when they want to ruin what enjoyment and peace you have.

So I’m sitting here trying to enjoy the bit before going outside and doing some lawn work. Up to leaving, that’s supposed to be, “not working.” Me doing whatever the fuck I want before doing the thing.

But that’s not good enough for this disgusting cunt. Oh no. I have to be working on the thing even before I’m out there. So she starts the engagement simply enough, getting my attention, pinging me to pay attention to her and listen. She starts telling me about girl scout cookies.

She knows I don’t give a bloody shit about girl scout cookies. But that’s just the meaningless “harmless” speartip for the actual engagement. The engagement and forced participation is the shaft being thrust.

At that point she segues into conversation about the yard I’m about to go out and do something on. And once again, since she’s too old, fat and worthless to shovel her driveway herself after winter and the plow guy destroys it, she acts like “we” are fixing the problem with her trying to act like the planner and strategiest for shit I already know how to do and acting like she’s some sort of big brain for saying the obvious.

Yes, congratulations, you had the idea of using the wheeled wagon to move dirt. Absolutely fantastic. Please demand to spend the next 8 minutes harping in my ear about this presentation like it’s an idea I’ve never heard about or used before. Waste more of my time, narrate yourself somehow being helpful to this situation, shit all over the minutes I have to enjoy myself before doing this meaningless busy work task for you, while you pretend you’re doing an equal amount of work here.

I try to hurry her along but nodding and vocally agreeing with her to give her the hint, “I know what you’re saying already, stop and leave me alone.”

But refusing to leave me alone is the point of her going off on these 10-20 minute verbal diarrhea tangents. It is done specifically to flap in my face and squawk and chew up peace and solitude. Because to her, every worthless busy work task she gives is shoehorning me to action and perspiration for her fun and profit.

So she refuses to take the hint and just sinks her claws in deeper, speaks louder and more obnoxious, until I start repeating “MmHMM. MMHMM MMHMM MMMHMM MMHMM MMHMM” in lieu of telling her to shut the fuck up and leave me alone. Which would just escalate into threats to be made homeless.

She gets mad that I don’t want to listen to her instruct and micromanage my little worthless chore for the half hour before going outside. I try to explain, in the SHADOW that there’s ANY good faith to her little outbursts and premeditated harassment that she’ll listen to reason: there’s no good faith from her here as she starts spouting this pre-written crumple zone conversation about how rude I am and how “she’s just trying to help” and also tells me I stink and need to go take a shower/reminds me how poor I am/reminds me she can threaten me with cops to have me removed and make me homeless.

Then I realize my aunts also behave this way, and it’s specifically a woman’s way of pouring waste on your sacred time where you aren’t doing exactly what they want, when they want, in that socially acceptable way that they can. A way to make you exert effort and do something for them, before and in addition to whatever you’re meant to do (whether by force, coercion, or obligation of some other sort)

And it’s specifically female shit, because a man that behaves this way is typically waste binned and destroyed in some way for it- it’s a way of behaving that you can only get away with if it’s legally and socially taboo to beat the shit out of you for doing. A man that is learned to just be wasting your time to drag your enjoyment and freedom just to “incentivize” you doing what they want quicker, gets held down and pounded black and blue, if not outright crushed. A woman doing it is beyond reproach and not incentivized with violence to stop doing that, so she just keeps on doing it- unless you move away from them.

I have put up with this passive aggressive female privileged shit for so many decades now that I will not tolerate it, if and when I can ever escape. All grace for tolerance of this behavior is gone. No forgiveness will be had, no tolerance for it will be extended. You will be punished for deliberately wasting my time just to coerce prematurely getting to work doing whatever you want, or I simply will not interact with you unless required by law. That is how much I abhor this arrangement of, “I can poke you with a stick and there’s nothing you can do about it in retaliation. :^)”

[joshuamorguson]

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